After all, the fairyland club is in the imperial capital. Ye Feng's eyes show that many people's breath in the crowd is much heavier than that of ordinary people.

Some people have solid legs and steady feet, and they walk in a calm manner. Some people look left and right, and their pace is dexterous. They walk freely in the crowded crowd, as if they are like a swimming fish.

However, most of their eyes are looking at people not far away. It seems that they are all bodyguards and so on.

"Learn written martial arts, goods and rich family!"

Ye Feng holding the railing, looking at these people light thought.

It seems that for martial arts practitioners, this sentence is still a simple truth. Most of the masters in modern Chinese history were escorts around various powerful figures when they were young.

Even with the decline of traditional Chinese culture, most people in the powerful class still have some experts around them.

"Hey, what are you looking at? Everyone's gone!"

Looking at the end of the performance, Ye Feng is still in a daze about the platform downstairs, and the cuckoo on one side is not satisfied. He reaches out his hand and shakes it in front of his eyes.

Although the dancers have good temperament, they are not as good as themselves in stature. They all control their diet. They are thinner in some places, which is much worse than their concave convex stature.

She is a tall, long legged, curvilinear beauty. Where she should be thin, where she should be thin, where she should have meat, where she should be cocked, where she should be curvilinear.

Looking at Ye Feng, he glanced back at himself. Du Juan felt his capital discontentedly and said, "Hey, you haven't even looked at me. You've been staring at me downstairs. What's good to see!"

Isn't it agreed that straight men and straight women love their abs? She thought that today's dress should make straight men like Ye Feng interested. Why are they so interested in those dancers.

"You don't understand. Some people pay attention to the communication of human spirit. Those who are staring at you are generally beasts. Have you ever seen people communicating with animals?"

Ye Feng sighed and said faintly: "this stage play full of human nature is really wasted when it appears in the crowd whose eyes are full of beasts!"

"What do you mean in the animal crowd? Is that too bad for you? Am I also an animal girl?"

"Aren't you?" Ye Feng glanced at her and said, "otherwise, why are you so close to me?"

"This is..." The cuckoo was silent for a moment.

"Why don't you think so much of this gentleman?"

At this time, in the leaf maple behind slowly walk down a slender woman, walk graceful and graceful.

Under a crimson mask, a pair of charming big eyes look forward to Shenfei, looking at Ye Feng curiously.

"Who are you?"

The cuckoo comes forward discontentedly to say that when he is having an affair with Ye Feng, why does anyone come to disturb the situation.

"Some people say that real art doesn't need cheering. They just hope that after the performance, there will be a long sigh in the crowd."

Looking at Ye Feng's eyes, the girl said with a smile: "just now, after watching the performance, my husband sighed. It can be said that it touched people's heart. It's rare to meet a bosom friend here!"

"What do you think of this song The girl looked at him with great interest under her mask.

Ye Feng nodded and said: "it's really a good dance drama. It's simple and lively. It's full of momentum and sadness.

However, the expression of emotion is a little more complicated, presumably to cater to the spiritual level of some people, so the artistry is superficial. "

"Oh, sir, do you also study dance?"

Hear Ye Feng's words, the girl's eyes are more bright, it seems that Ye Feng said deeply thought, "that in your opinion, this song today and tomorrow, what needs to be changed?"

"Change?" Ye Feng shook his head and said.

"In my opinion, the dance is either unchanged or totally overthrown.

Dance is more to inspire the association of the audience, rather than according to the required dance steps to tell what, there are a thousand kinds of sadness in a thousand people.

The more you want to express, the more wrong you are and the more lost you are.

Therefore, instead of pandering to it, we should stick to our own ideas.

Art comes from life. Either it is higher than life and does not fall into vulgarity, or it should be close to life and turn vulgarity into elegance. No matter what it does, can it achieve the ultimate, it will be accepted by more people! "

"The more you express, the more you lose!"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, the girl with the scarlet mask pondered a few times, with a touch of surprise in her eyes.

Then she respectfully stepped back two steps, bowed to Ye Feng deeply and said: "Sir's words are like enlightening to me. Xuetong thanks again!"

"I don't know how to dance. I talk nonsense!" Ye Feng shook his head with a smile.

Although Ye Feng really doesn't know how to dance, the so-called three thousand avenues are different from each other, and the understanding of things is interlinked when an art research reaches the extreme.Ye Feng's martial arts are extraordinary. He has already entered the realm of harmony between man and nature. Therefore, his expression and understanding of art is much better than that of ordinary people.

Besides, martial arts and dance come down in one continuous line. From the point of view, his understanding of dance art has long been beyond the ordinary people's ability to compare.

"Hum, if you don't know how to dance, you dare to talk here!"

At this time, a tall and strong old man came down from upstairs, staring at Ye Feng with poor eyes. Behind him, a row of security guards in black suits lined up, with an extraordinary momentum

unlike the masked banquet hall, where everyone participated, the old man was the only one who knew people by their true face. It seemed that he did not disdain to hide his identity.

"Mr. Du, how are you?"

After seeing the old man coming down the stairs, the people on the scene also said hello respectfully and quickly got up to let him go.

The old man who came down from the downstairs was Du Shuanghua, the famous godfather in the west of the city. He heard that his ancestors were the saviors of some big man, so he came from other places.

Because I grew up in a brave and fierce world during the war years, I soon formed my own forces when I came to the imperial capital. When I was young, I caught up with the havoc and warmed up the newspaper group in that relatively chaotic era.

I don't know whether the hero made the situation or the situation made the hero. After many trials and tribulations, Du Shuanghua and his son were not put in prison. Instead, they stepped on the spring breeze of reform, and their tentacles grew deeper and longer. Finally, they even got involved with several powerful families in the imperial capital, and finally became the respected Duke of the road.

Although he has been washing his hands for a long time, he has always been a legend in the world.

Maybe because of his rickets when he got old, Du ye, who is famous as the imperial capital and trembles on the road, is not very tall at this time, even much lower than Ye Feng.

However, the bodyguards behind him were all very powerful, looking at the amazing momentum.

At this time, he was wearing a black windbreaker. It seemed that his legs and feet were inconvenient. In his hand, he was also holding a crutch with a silver handle. On it, there was a beautiful carving of tiger's head.

"Mr. Du!"

Different from other people's compliments, the girl with the scarlet mask nodded to Duke gently, and showed respect slightly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yue. I wanted to give you a surprise, but it's a shame that my subordinates have made such a dinner party Du ye said politely.