Chapter 796

The sculptor is very excited. After the dance, Meng Xuan enters the room with more than a dozen people holding the dragon. Fortunately, the butcher's home is very big, so it doesn't seem crowded. Meng Xuan thought about it and began to dance the paper dragon.

The dragon's head is shaking and rolling in the void. The dragon's body runs over the void.

"Oh, come on?" Meng Xuan is pouring his whole body into the dancing room, and the room vibrates. Wang Cuihua appeared and pinched the little plum's cheek with a smile. Meng Xuan saw Wang Cuihua and almost bit off his tongue.

Today, Wang Cuihua was dressed in colorful clothes. Her lips were extremely red and plump, just like sausage, and her face was full of wrinkles. With a shake of his hand, the dragon's head and the dragon's body were out of harmony. The paper dragon made of paper almost split.

The butcher's voice sank: "it's not like a dragon, it's not like a dragon at all..."

"It's OK. He just danced the dragon. It's just like dancing."

A group of people then said some words like congratulations on getting rich, and then prepared to go out.

The butcher said to Meng Xuan, "young man, dragon dancing should be concentrated, and the mind should be integrated with the paper dragon, otherwise it won't be like a dragon."

"The little friends behind you are all your assistants, and you are the core person, you know?" Wang Cuihua didn't seem to know Meng Xuan, so she patted him on the shoulder.

Meng Xuan thought of that, and then looked at Wang Cuihua's lips. He almost died again. His scalp numb, said: "OK, thank you, aunt and uncle, I know."

Then they went to the second one, which is also an inn, and the owner is also an aunt. In fact, Bai Chuang played very well with these aunts, and only Bai Chuang liked these old garlic.

"Good boy, really good boy."

Master Diao pointed to Meng Xuan: "Aunt Li, does he dance like a real dragon?"

Aunt Li looked at Meng Xuan and shook her head: "it's not like that."

After thinking about it, she tilted her head: "it's not fierce."

"Work hard." The sculptor patted him on the shoulder.

Meng Xuan took a deep look at the sculptor, and his heart was full of insight.

Those who pay attention to Meng Xuan's dynamic situation don't understand. Today is February 2. What is Meng Xuan doing here without looking for the Dragon sequence?

"What is he doing?" Su lie asks Hong Zheng that his accomplishments have greatly increased since he became an ox.

Hong Zheng thought about it: "it's very likely that he borrowed auspicious words."

"What is good advice?" Su lie asked.

"You don't understand what you said."

"How can I understand if you don't tell me?"

……

Cangshan city is very big, mostly inhabited by ordinary people, but there are also many monks. Meng Xuan seemed to be indefatigable, and the night came gradually. Meng Xuan has already waved the paper dragon very much.

There are fireworks and lights on the street. Meng Xuan holds the dragon's head and follows more than ten teenagers behind him. The sculptor was shaking on the street like a lion.

"Good."

"It's really like a lion."

"Wonderful."

The cheers kept coming.

But Meng Xuan didn't have so much praise.

"The dragon dancers are not very alike."

"I don't blame him. Who has seen a real dragon?"

All the people talked about it one after another. Meng Xuan raised his head, and there was a rare color of confusion in his eyes.

The sculptor took the lion's head off his head and said, "is the dance over?"

"And the last one." Meng Xuan said.

The last one is Longmen inn.

"Go to the dragon's Gate Inn. Go back to sleep after the dance." Said Lord Diao.

Meng Xuan nodded and entered the Longmen Inn with Xiao Li Zi and others. Bai Chuang seems to be an ordinary old man, sitting in Longmen inn.

"Grandpa Bai, little Li Zi is giving you New Year's greetings..." little Li Zi respectfully said goodbye.

Bai Chuang laughed: "good boy, good boy."

Once again, the sculptor came forward and began to dance the lion, beating the gongs and drums. After a dance, he made a gesture to Meng Xuan. There are countless people outside Longmen Inn, most of them are ordinary residents.

Meng Xuan took a deep breath and began to dance seriously.

The real dragon, clouds and rain, clouds and fog.

He was immersed in a strange state, the orifices glowed, from which the mist was sprayed out and sent out, enveloping the paper dragon. The paper dragon, more than ten feet long, looks very fragile. But the dragon head is lifelike and majestic. Especially with the cooperation of cloud and fog, it looks like a mysterious color.

"That's what a real dragon looks like. Go on." The butcher smiles, while Wang Cuihua gives Bai Chuang a wink.

Bai Chuang's eyes are shining, and his crotch holds up a large area

Hong Zheng's mouth twitched.

Meng Xuan and more than a dozen people were completely immersed in it, dancing in the Longmen inn.

"Look, this dragon dance is wonderful."

"Come and see, it's like a real dragon."

There are more and more people. Sometimes the dragon head looks up at the sky and roars, sometimes overlooks all living beings. The faces of more than a dozen people were excited, and they danced more and more attentively.

When Meng Xuan waved his arms, the dragon head was very flexible and seemed to come from outside the sky.

The crowd was dazzled.

"Like, really like." Xiao Li clapped her hands and called out.

Meng Xuan only felt that he was in harmony with the paper dragon, and his whole body was steaming with mist. He pointed slightly down the bend, the paper dragon is also following his movements bending.

"Well, this is like a real dragon lurking in the abyss..."

"Well, it's like a real dragon claw."

There was a smile on the butcher's face: "this is just like talking."

Wang Cuihua clapped: "wonderful, really wonderful."

At the same time, all the people outside the Longmen Inn were attracted, shouting: "OK, children, I doubt whether you are a real dragon."

"Like!"

Meng Xuan's face was expressionless, and there was a cold sweat on his forehead. He felt that the paper dragon was getting heavier and heavier. In the end, it was like carrying a hundred thousand mountains, crushing his body.

His waist bend more obvious, the whole body's bones are shaking.

"Borrow auspicious words... This is clearly the borrow auspicious words in the self sublimation method!" Meng Xuan had a sense of enlightenment in his heart and cried out, "do I look like a real dragon?"

"Like!" Everyone spoke in unison.

With a buzzing sound, Meng Xuan's body suddenly bent down and bent up, parallel to the horizon. And the paper dragon also lowered his head and shrugged, looking ordinary.

"Do I look like a dragon?" Meng Xuan spoke again.

"No!" The butcher came out and said without expression.

Meng Xuan felt that his weight was lighter. Bai Chuang was in a hurry and looked at the butcher.

The butcher said slowly, "today is February 2. Since it's February 2, why doesn't the Dragon look up? You give us a performance, look up, after the performance, I can say like

Meng Xuan took a deep breath and said aloud, "OK, then I'll perform the dragon's head up!"

In the dragon's Gate Inn, there was silence, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Meng Xuan.