Tianjian Peak.

Ark organized all the deacons of the event project team to participate in the assessment of the applicants together.

After most of the day, the assessment has reached one-third. Ark’s requirements are not high. Just dare to sing and dance. Unless it is too serious, they will be selected.

Of course, there have been many surprises that have appeared, such as a disciple who is proficient in all eighteen kinds of musical instruments.

Especially when playing the flute, she was skilled and made Fang Ark feel dry and almost asked her if she had done any jobs such as technicians before cultivating the immortals.

Another disciple who was undergoing the assessment came in, carrying a ball in his hand, bowing to the ark and several deacons who were responsible for the assessment.

"Hello deacons. I am Qiuqiu, a disciple of Xuanjian who has been in the sect for two and a half years. I like to sing, dance, talk about Kuaiban and Cuju."

Qiuqiu, a disciple of the Xuanjian lineage, looks very neutral and has a greasy head and pink face. It is impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman, but Fang Ark speculates that he should be a woman.

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

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

Qiuqiu took a deep breath, then he held the ball and danced. He showed his exquisite dancing posture, and the ball jumped back and forth between her hands and feet.

The ark suddenly showed seriousness. Of course, the dance that the ball danced was not a modern dance, but a dance that is popular in the world today.

Qiuqiu has obviously adapted this dance, making its pace faster and more powerful, saving many complex and unnecessary movements.

Such dances are similar to those adapted classical dances that Fang Ark has seen in his previous life.

This Qiuqiu is definitely an innovative talent.

While contemplating in the Ark, Qiuqiu's performance had reached its climax.

She threw the ball into the air and took out a ribbon from her waist. The ribbon flew up in the air under her control, and actually pushed the ball into the air without falling.

Qiuqiu took out a pair of quick-paced hands from his body with his other hand, and started talking about quick-paced words with a cheerful rhythm.

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

"Look at this and the belt, it is long and wide..."

After a series of cheerful and rhyming quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-pitched quick-

Several deacons were immediately choked by saliva and coughed repeatedly.

I have to say that Qiuqiu's performance style is still a bit ahead of the times for people of this era.

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

Qiuqiu stopped awkwardly.

But Fang Zhou stood up suddenly and applauded hard: "Okay, sing well, and dance very well."

Several deacons looked at him with a confused look on their faces, but Qiuqiu, who looked lost, said in surprise: "Really?"

Fang Ark nodded and encouraged, "Yes, although your songs and dances still have shortcomings, your innovative consciousness is exactly what I want."

Several deacons looked at each other. Are they already lagging behind the times?

What are the good things about such strange songs and dances like Qiuqiu?

Qiuqiu was already so excited that her face was blushed. She has loved singing and dancing since she was a child, and she also likes to write songs and choreography by herself. Unfortunately, no one likes the songs she wrote and the dances she danced.

Unexpectedly, someone encouraged her in person today, which moved her to tears.

Fang Ark asked the other deacons to continue the assessment, while he pulled the ball down and discussed with her about adapting the dance.

Fang Ark has watched many large-scale dance performances in his previous life. Not to mention anything else, I remember the dance movements very clearly.

But he was not sure to fully reproduce it. After all, just remembering that the movements are useless, and the movements need to be coherent.

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

Fang Ark said a few moves, and Qiuqiu looked confused and felt unconscious.

Fang Ark could only pull her back to Wangyue Peak and shout out the orange apricot.

Qiuqiu is just an ordinary disciple, and he can't see the identity of the Orange Apricot Monster, but the gossip fire in his heart is burning.

Fang Ark reproduced all the dance movements he remembered and let the orange apricot draw them one by one.

Fortunately, there are only two women here, and Fang Ark's skin is still thick.

Chengxing's painting skills have evolved to sketching now. Fang Ark can figure it out just by mentioning her. If this continues, she will be the number one cartoonist in the world of immortal cultivation.

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

Qiuqiu looked at these dance moves, his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had opened up the shackles of some kind of thinking.

The ark let the ball find a series of dances based on these movements.

Qiuqiu is already addicted to it, and his advice to Ark is just a few ummy words.

Fang Ark could only ask her to go back first and think about it for herself.

After two days of assessment, the disciples who signed up were screened. Those who stayed behind were all brave enough to show their performance and had excellent conditions in all aspects.

Fang Ark is planning to use these disciples to help him perform two large-scale stage plays. He has written the scripts, namely "Journey to the West" and "Legend of the White Snake".

These two classic stories from the previous lives of the Ark are not available in this world. They are suitable for all ages and young people.

If you have the chance in the future, it is not impossible to create "Jin Ping Mei".

...

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

Wang Xiuzhu has lived a very comfortable life these past ten days.

No matter where he went, everyone was respectful to him, making him feel as if he had just returned to the moment when he was holding Yan Gulan's thigh and becoming a deacon.

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

But on this construction site, everyone treats him like a god. The awe from the heart makes Wang Xiuzhu drink a big sip of ice water like a day of autumn.

There is only one word - cool!

After Wu Lin knew that this "working land boat" was fake, he didn't come here very much. Occasionally, Wang Xiuzhu would go to her to discuss it.

Wu Lin didn't care, so Wang Xiuzhu was even more free. He wanted to stay here forever, and even the Tianjian Sect didn't want to go back.

But gradually, Wang Xiuzhu always felt that someone was staring at him in secret, 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 people would notice him as the supervisor at any time.

Wang Xiuzhu convinced herself, but the feeling of being stared at by others still lingered, which made his emotions gradually become anxious.

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

The news was sent back to the Tianjian Sect, and Fang Ark looked strange when he received the news.

Old injury recurs?

Where did the old wounds come from him?
Chapter completed!