Men are inferior to women

Chapter 202 201. Once upon a time.
Tianjian Peak.

Fang Zhou organized the deacons of the activity project team to participate in the assessment of applicants together.

After most of the day, one-third of the assessment has been completed. Fang Zhou's requirements are not high, as long as he dares to sing and dance, he will be selected unless he is too out of tune.

Of course, there have been many surprises for Fang Zhou, such as a student who is proficient in all [-] kinds of musical instruments.

Especially blowpipe, the technique is superb, Fang Zhou's mouth was dry, and he almost asked her if she had any work as a technician before cultivating immortality.

Another disciple who was being assessed came in with a ball in his hand, and bowed to Fang Zhou who was in charge of the assessment and several deacons.

"Hi deacons, I am Qiuqiu, a disciple of Xuanjian who has been in the sect for two and a half years. I like singing, dancing, allegretto and Cuju."

Qiuqiu, a disciple of the Xuanjian lineage, has a very neutral appearance, with oily hair and pink face. It is impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman, but Fang Zhou speculates that it should be a woman.

She was holding a black leather ball in her hand, the kind used for Cuju.

Several deacons who copied the assessment looked at her with judgmental eyes, and one of them said, "Qiaoqiu, you can start now."

Qiuqiu took a deep breath, then danced with the ball in his arms.Showing exquisite dancing posture, the ball bounced back and forth flexibly between her hands and feet.

Fang Zhou suddenly showed a serious look. Of course, the dance that Qiuqiu danced was not a modern dance, but a dance that is popular in the world today.

Qiuqiu has obviously adapted this dance to make its rhythm faster and more powerful, saving many complicated and redundant movements.

This kind of dance is similar to those adapted classical dances that Fang Zhou had seen in his previous life.

This ball is definitely an innovative talent.

When the ark was meditating, Qiuqiu's performance had reached its climax.

She threw the ball into the air and took out the ribbon from her waist. Under her control, the ribbon flew up into the air, holding the ball in the air without falling.

With the other hand, Qiuqiu took out an allegro from his body, and started to talk about the allegro in a cheerful rhythm.

"Look at this ball, it's big and round..."

"Look at this heel strap, it's long and wide..."

After a cheerful and rhyming allegro, Qiu Qiu shook the allegro, and the rhythm suddenly changed, and she began to sing loudly: "Once upon a time there was a chicken, fat and beautiful..."

Several deacons were choked by the saliva and coughed again and again.

It has to be said that Qiuqiu's performance style is still too advanced for people of this era.

A deacon shouted, "stop, stop, what are you singing?"

Qiuqiu stopped awkwardly.

But Fang Zhou stood up abruptly and clapped vigorously: "Okay, good singing and good dancing."

Several deacons looked at him in bewilderment, but Qiuqiu, who looked disappointed, said in surprise: "Really?"

Fang Zhou nodded and encouraged: "That's right, although your songs and dances still have shortcomings, but your sense of innovation is exactly what I want."

Several deacons looked at each other in blank dismay, are they already behind the times?
What's so good about Qiuqiu's weird songs and dances?

Qiuqiu has been encouraged by Fang Zhou to blush. She has loved singing and dancing since she was a child, and also likes to write songs and choreograph by herself. Unfortunately, no one likes the songs she writes and the dances she dances.

Unexpectedly, someone encouraged her face to face today, which moved her to tears.

Fang Zhou asked her other deacons to continue the assessment, while he dragged Qiuqiu down to discuss with her about the dance adaptation.

Fang Zhou had seen many large-scale dance performances in his previous life, among other things, he remembered the dance moves very clearly.

It's just that he wasn't sure to reproduce it completely. After all, it's useless to just remember the movements, and the movements need to be coherent.

The appearance of Qiuqiu can be said to have solved the urgent need of Ark.

Fang Zhou said a few actions, but Qiuqiu looked confused, with a feeling of ignorance.

Fang Zhou could only take her back to Wangyue Peak and call out Cheng Xing.

Qiuqiu is just an ordinary student, and he still can't see the identity of the orange apricot monster, but the fire of gossip in his heart is burning brightly.

Fang Zhou reproduced all the dancing movements in his memory, and asked Cheng Xing to draw them one by one.

Fortunately, there are only two women here, and Fang Zhou's thick skin can still support it.

Cheng Xing's current drawing skills have evolved to sketching, and Fang Zhou can figure it out by herself with just a few hints. If this continues, she will be the number one cartoonist in the world of cultivating immortals.

After working for several hours, Cheng Xing drew all the dance moves in memory.

Looking at these dance moves, Qiuqiu's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if some kind of shackles of thinking had been opened.

Fang Zhou asked Qiuqiu to figure out a series of dances based on these movements.

Qiuqiu was already addicted to it, and Fang Zhou's exhortations were only a couple of huh huh.

Fang Zhou could only let her go back first and think about it by herself.

After two full days of assessment, the disciples who came to sign up were screened out, and those who stayed were those who dared to perform and were relatively excellent in all aspects.

Fang Zhou plans to use these disciples to assist him in two large-scale stage plays. He has already written the scripts, namely "Journey to the West" and "Legend of the White Snake".

These two classic stories of Ark's previous life do not exist in this world. They are suitable for all ages, and it is suitable to take them out.

If there is a chance in the future, it is not impossible to make a "Jin Ping Mei".

……

The construction speed of the commercial city is very fast. In just over ten days, the prototype of a small city has appeared.

For the past ten days or so, Wang Xiuzhu lived a very happy life.

No matter where he went, everyone respected him, making him seem to return to the moment when he just hugged Yan Gulan's thigh and became a deacon.

At that time, he could only rely on his prestige as a deacon, and ordinary disciples were not very convinced of him.

But it was different on this construction site, everyone regarded him as a god, that kind of awe from the heart made Wang Xiuzhu drink a big mouthful of ice water like a dog day.

There is only one word - cool!

After Wu Lin knew that this "Construction Ark" was fake, he didn't come here very often. Occasionally, when something happened on the construction site, Wang Xiuzhu would go to her to discuss it.

Wu Lin doesn't care, let Wang Xiuzhu be more at ease, he wants to stay here forever, even Tianjianzong doesn't want to go back.

But gradually, Wang Xiuzhu always felt as if someone was staring at him in the dark, and he searched carefully but couldn't find it.

Wang Xiuzhu felt that he might be suspicious. After all, there were so many people on the construction site, and someone would notice him as a supervisor at any time.

Wang Xiuzhu convinced himself, but the feeling of being stared at was still lingering, which gradually made him anxious.

More than ten days later, Wang Xiuzhu's old injury recurred and he finally fell ill.

The news was sent back to Tianjianzong, and Fang Zhou had a weird face after getting the news.

Recurrence of old injury?

Where did the old injury come from?

(End of this chapter)