Xingtie: Starting from the Cloud Five period

"Dancing Competition?"

San Yueqi subconsciously pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Is the word wrong?"

What responded to her was Jiang Yuan's silent profile.

Although he was silent, the corners of Jiang Yuan's mouth began to slowly rise.

"...Are you sure?" Seeing Jiang Yuan's reaction, San Yue Qi understood, "No, you can dance too?"

Jiang Yuan finally smiled brilliantly.

"It doesn't matter whether I can or not. The Dance Forest Competition, as the name suggests, is a multi-person competition. Everyone has to come."

Anyway, he is not afraid of losing face, and there are always people present who can't dance.

The more he thought about it, the more interesting it became, and he began to hum a song with interest.

"Oh oh you you you you want to dance~"

"You you you want to dance~"

〔don't want.〕

[I originally wanted to go in and join in the fun, but now it seems better not to go in.]

[Come on, Sister Bai Heng, don’t you think Jiang Yuan is having a lot of fun?]

[Sister Bai Heng, this is exactly why we need to go in and see it with our own eyes!]

[That makes sense. Let me go get someone first.]

[The general was suddenly assassinated, and I decided to be a temporary general in this world.]

[I'm forging, so I don't have time.]

[There are things to deal with in the Scaled Abyss Realm. I want to deal with Master Long.]

[No time at all? Mirror Stream? Stop pretending, I saw you in the live broadcast room!]

[…I am hunting down the creature of abundance.]

[General Teng Xiao?]

[Me? I'm visiting another fairy boat right now, so I probably won't be able to get back in time.]

[There is no other way... Yanqing, Bailu, come on, join me and watch you teachers' dance competition!]

[Ah, Sister Bai Heng...]

Blade turned and left.

"Hey, Star Core Hunter, where are you going?" Jing Yuan said with a smile.

"Step aside!"

Ren's tone was filled with the implication that he would attack if Jingyuan didn't move away.

Jingliu slowly raised his sword and blocked it in front of the blade.

Ren lowered his eyes to look at the dismembered sword that already belonged to him in reality, raised his hand and pressed directly on the blade.

The blood flowed along the blade and dripped onto the ground.

He seemed to feel no pain, pushed away Jingliu's sword without changing his expression, and was about to walk out.

He would rather be trapped here forever than cooperate with Jiang Yuan.

"Ugh!"

Jingyuan sighed deeply.

Ignoring that Blade is refusing to participate in the "Dancing Competition" at this moment, this scene will make people sigh for the past of Yunshang Wuxiao.

But now——

[Don't go.]

[It can be seen that Jiang Yuan and his uncle Dian Dao really don’t want to compete in dancing.]

[He would rather fight.]

[How can a dance contest be as interesting as a martial arts contest?]

[Sister Bai Heng, haven't you taken Yan Qing in yet?]

[That's right, Sister Bai Heng, why are you standing there without moving?]

[It's not me who's making preparations, it's us who can't get in...]

Except Jiang Yuan, no one in the consciousness space knew that someone else was trying to enter it.

Ren took a few steps and suddenly stopped.

"He changed his mind?" March 7th muttered softly.

"Maybe he can't leave." Dan Heng guessed based on the movement of the blade.

Ren turned around suddenly, stared at Dan Heng, and grinned: "Yin Yue Jun..."

It seemed as if he was going to attack Dan Heng again in the next moment.

"..." Dan Heng looked at him, and a spear appeared in his palm.

Suddenly, two heads, one pink and one gold, appeared in front of him.

"No May 3rd, no venting of anger!"

Jiang Yuan spoke righteously.

"That's right, Teacher Dan Heng didn't do anything. Even if you can't leave, it has nothing to do with him!"

Be alert on March 7th.

Dan Heng lowered his head to look at the pink head, then moved his gaze downward to see the golden head.

His slightly furrowed brows relaxed, his hand loosened, and the spear disappeared.

Then I heard Jiang Yuan say again——

"Don't worry, Uncle Dian Dao. Neither you nor Teacher Dan Heng can leave right now."

"..."

Dan Heng wanted to summon Jiyun again.

"Hey?" San Yueqi turned her head and looked at Jiang Yuan, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with her in front of Dan Heng. "You know it so clearly, could it be that you did it? Are you letting Teacher Dan Heng take the blame?"

Jiang Yuan felt that he was the one who was taking the blame.

"How could it be me! If I didn't want to let someone go, I wouldn't just put up an invisible barrier around them!"

[You mean you wouldn't make such a small noise, right?]

[According to Jiang Yuan's personality, he would probably speak directly or take action.]

[Bring the person back?]

[If it were him, he might do so.]

[…Indeed, it is most strange that he did not stop the others.]

"Everyone."

Jing Yuan spoke gently.

"It seems that we can't refuse this...Dancing Competition at this moment."

His gaze lingered on Jiang Yuan for a while longer, and he saw Jiang Yuan nodding with a look of fun.

Looking away, he continued.

"I just don't know what the rules of this conference are."

As soon as he finished speaking, an emoticon that had been temporarily ignored floated over and turned into an arrow pointing at Jiang Yuan.

It's like saying - look at him, look at him, he decides the rules!

"And you said you didn't do anything!"

Sanyueqi felt that the blame should be put on Jiang Yuan.

No, it was Jiang Yuan who originally proposed the dancing competition, and the river of blood in front was also the same.

What's the point of taking the blame? Jiang Yuan is clearly the culprit!

Or a culprit with bad intentions.

"Let me set the rules?" Jiang Yuan confirmed with Jiantou.

The arrow shook up and down and turned into a check mark.

"I'm so embarrassed," Jiang Yuan smiled sheepishly.

“Hehe…Hahahaha! Then leave it to me!”

[The true colors are revealed.]

[I won’t pretend anymore.]

[My true feelings are revealed!]

[He never concealed it.]

[The smile was too arrogant.]

[Martial arts competition, dancing competition, this is also an interesting homophonic pun.]

[No puns allowed!]

[Speaking of puns, it would be fun to have a joke contest!]

[Stop talking. I'm afraid the temperature in Teyvat will drop significantly.]

"Dude."

Jiang Yuan snapped his fingers at the "check" sign.

"Let's make a deal. Give us the whole place to sit. Let me think about it."

Check the box and nod.

After a while, everyone sat down around a table with drinks for everyone present on the table.

For those who like tea, there is tea; for those who don’t like tea, there is the fruit juice drink Fairy Happy Tea.

There was a cup of Fairy Happy Tea in front of Jiang Yuan.

"Since I am the one who makes the rules, let me think about how to design this competition to be more interesting."

He rested his elbows on the table, his chin supported by his crossed fingers, in a deep posture.

"Not pretending at all?" San Yue Qi complained, took out the juice in front of him and took a sip, "This tastes good."

Dan Heng breathed a sigh of relief silently before he could speak to stop her.

Seeing that San Yueqi took a sip and didn't find the taste strange, Jiang Yuan calmly withdrew his gaze and drank a sip of the Fairy Happy Tea.

"Cough cough cough... I knew it would be like this." He was successfully choked by the strange taste that entered his mouth.