Chapter 661: Performance or competition?

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"Alas, please, let me, sorry, everyone."
"Who are you, why should 33 give you a place, I am looking at it wonderfully!"
"Cough, I am that Master Qin!"
This sentence of Qin Guan, one of the police officers who originally focused on the martial arts personnel on the square, turned his attention to him.
Qin Guan took advantage of everyone's stunned and squeezed it out.
"Say hello to Master Qin!"
...Deafening.
Oops, it scared me.
"Don't be stunned, the conference performance is about to start, follow me to the background to prepare?"
"Yes!"
‘锵锵锵, 锵锵锵...’
Come on, this is knocked on again!
When the crowd on the square followed Qin Guan's command, through the gate of the conference hall, the trembling police officers passed by, the masters of the martial arts, still remembered to greet each other with clenched fists.
‘Acceptance! ’
'please! ’
When they walked into the background, the messy sergeants in the wind thought that the "shocking" performance was about to end, and the dragon and lion dance teams who had been on the square also began to pack up and prepare to evacuate. A melodious Buddhist music came from afar.
‘Coax, Na Mojana, Dalaya...youhawara Ajia...’
The six Shaolin Temple monks headed by Master Guolin and the secular disciples led by them walked towards the conference hall of the New York Police Department under the crowd of believers.
The leading master Guolin wore a gift from Qin Guan's hands that day, a cassock made of Chinese local craftsmen and crafted with Yunjin as the base material.
And those gold embroidery, hollow inlays and small jewels inlaid at each node all exemplify Qin Guan’s generous and intimate care for New York Shaolin Temple
Donation.
Master Guolin who wore a super-luxury cassock is more solemn and solemn.
The Shaolin Temple in New York moved out of the nest today, so that a group of believers around them spontaneously followed them after seeing the dress of the host today and understanding the reason for their going out.
Serving the Dharma, it’s sweet...
Behind the wide and thick Buddha music is a masterpiece of the owner of an audio shop.
The most interesting phenomenon is that this crowd is different from the 80% Asian face of the martial arts performers just now. In the Shaolin Temple group, Americans account for most of the mountains.
'Amitabha….'
"Alms, please go to the front desk of the police station, Civil Administration Section..."
Director Henry's reply gave Master Guolin a glance, and he also knew that the apocalypse, the Chinese culture was very good.
"Sin Zai, Zai Zai, at the invitation of Lord Qin, I came here deliberately..."
"Oh, please, inside the master, did you see the small door on the left? When it is opened, it is the backstage. Lord Qin is now inside."
Master Guolin's indifference was like water, and unconsciously asked the Sergeant Henry who answered him to use a respectful speech, and the Shaolin and his party who received the response gave Qi Qi a salute to the Sergeant.
"It's working!"
The bald head swayed in front of everyone's eyes, followed by a group of dressed up nondescript blondes, doing the same singing together.
When the figure of this group disappeared completely in the conference hall, this group of policemen from all over the place even exploded!
"I'm going, Henry, what the are they doing?"
"There are no other actors! Don't be surprised. I'm not too young. I thought I would be here today!"
"Just kidding, is our gun used for gasping?"
"No, you can't understand the mysteries of these Orientals! Really, old friends, be alert!"
The slap-and-stalking Secretary Henry was completely angered by these disparate sergeants, and he waved his hands helplessly: "Relax, this conference hall also has a back door for actors, I think there should be no The outrageous people appeared again, probably, maybe, maybe..."
According to Sergeant Henry's explanation, no one even thought about the delicious cocktails in the waiter's tray.
After all, there are not many people who appear in an exaggerated way. Those eager policemen finally lie on the edge of the door and do not welcome the third wave of actors.
Instead, the hot buffet in the venue started to be served.
At this time, it was everyone who was chatting about the topic, drinking wine, eating small dishes, watching the wonderful performance on stage, and imagining the moment of a better future, and Secretary Henry Xiang waited for Qin Guan in the background and gave the performance to start. Instructions.
Entrusted by people and loyal, let's say the Chinese are sincere.
This Qin Guan racked his brain and ran around the annual meeting performance, and finally opened the curtain in this large auditorium.
Underneath the venue, it was a lively conversation, and the food that came first led all the people in the venue to relax.
Suddenly, a melodious sound of silk bamboo sounded from the background, and the lights of this closed auditorium were closed one by one.
The lights in the whole stadium became dim and dark, and only the stage where the melodious music came, but instead, a few high-degree headlights were lit. Turn this dark place into a bright place.
I saw that the curtain on the side of the stage began to slowly pull up. Four or five bands made up of Chinese classical instruments slowly appeared in front of everyone.
The audience below, one of them has never seen instrumental music on stage, but still does not affect their admiration for these uniquely shaped instruments.
It looks so beautiful for no reason, and the history is as tall as it is.
In the middle, a young pipa player, with a big beam alone, opened the sound of a sonorous sound.
"Dang Dang...Dang Dang..."
The amount of iron horse-like killing gas came across the face, and under the accompaniment of these music, today as the main performers began to walk in front of the stage.
No, it cannot be said to go, but the word jump is more appropriate.
These college cheerleaders can also do some flips and jumps, and inexplicably, these martial artists have added bravery.
A group of people headed by the people in the martial arts hall, etc., were wearing uniform black short-beat Chinese clothes, arranged in a few columns, and then issued the most neat cry.
'what! Hey! ’
Boxing, boxing, horse stepping, high kicking, orderly and powerful.
The big masters who had passed by the group of guns, bullets and rain were stunned.
Is this for performance? Are you sure you're not here? (To be continued.)