Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

Chapter 126 Battle Lion Armor 1 Fight to Fame

"Wow, girl." Qiu Li exclaimed.I've never seen a girl do this job, let alone, this is last year's Lion King.

"That's the daughter of Mr. Chen Zihao, the little hall master of Yishitang, the vice president of the Dragon and Lion Association." Master Liu said, "Have you seen that tower?"

"Wow..." Several people wowed again, as if they had never seen the world.

Everyone looked over, and the Lion King Tower has been erected, 9 meters high.The top of the tower is a platform covered with a red carpet.

"That's where the old and the new meet. The winning team has to climb the tower and go to the top to pick up the scroll of the Lion King's hegemony. If you win once, you will never forget the majesty and momentum!" Master Liu's words were filled with heat, wiped with the surrounding air hot.

Jiang Bai took his junior brother's hand and looked at the tower. The lion king is fighting for hegemony and the lion armor is today.

The preparations for the finals are unprecedentedly busy. The audience must be seated, and the referees and organizers must be arranged to enter the arena.Jiang Bai paid special attention, and sure enough, he found his parents in the audience area.It's just that there were several marks on Jiang Wenhui's face, as if someone had scratched him.Xiao Yongmu's face can't even be seen.

No need to think about who did it.Jiang Bai continued to search, but did not find Fucheng's mother.

The small stadium is almost full, after all, fighting lions is a major event in Foshan.Jiang Bai also observed that the first row of each viewing area was empty, as if it was specially reserved for someone.Half an hour later, the mystery was revealed.

The old injury on Fucheng's right hand broke out, and he also smelled of medicinal oil. "Brother, they are..."

"It's the Lion Hall in Foshan." Jiang Bai was so excited that the first row was reserved for the Lion Hall.As long as they can come, they will come on this day. The costumes of various martial arts halls are in full bloom, and the flags of the martial arts halls are competing for splendor.Among them, there may be teams that participated in this year's competition but failed, and there may be some that did not sign up, but on the day of the finals, they all came.

Each pavilion has brought the lion heads of their town halls, which are too dazzling to deal with.Red, yellow, blue, black and purple, from the most traditional Foshan and Heshan to Hong Kong and Malaysia, from southern lions to northern lions, whether they have seen or not, they all come.If you want to recognize so many lion heads, only Zhang Yiliu can do it.

There was even a blue lion with a blue face and fangs.Jiang Bai quickly looked at Lion Zhang, and the stubborn old man took out a pair of glasses, put them on, stood up straight and looked ahead.

"Master Zhang, is that a green lion?" Jiang Bai asked.

"Yes, it's the green lion." Zhang Yiliu's lower lip trembled and shrank, "There is no dead pulse, there is no dead pulse."

I am afraid that there are not many people practicing blue lion in China. Dozens of lion heads are gathered together, waiting for this year's lion king to win.Even the Feihong lion team outside the Huang Feihong Memorial Hall came, which shows the high status of lion dance.

A sense of crisis and the smell of gunpowder floated in the air. All the top 4 contestants arrived, launched their respective lion drums, and raised the sailing banner. Four brocade flags with large wings appeared at the same time, occupying all the space directly in front of the main arena.

Shenzhen Yanluo Street Yujiatang Dragon and Lion Troupe.China Heshan Hepai Dragon and Lion Club.Foshan Nanhai District Yishitang Martial Arts Association.Beijing Fujia Martial Arts Lion Team Fujia class.

The top 4 lions, only compete for superiority.The opening gongs and drums were sounded by the organizer, and the radio began to introduce the representatives from all walks of life who came to the scene today. Jiang Bai Fucheng led his uncle and the lion drum team to wait in the competition area. Qiu Li and Qing Rang accompanied Zhang Yiliu and stood Among the crowd in the viewing area.

"Next, on behalf of the organizers, I announce that the last leg of this year's Lions Battle is officially underway! Please invite the participating lion teams to play!"

The scene was boiling, and the 4-way lion team made their debut under the leadership of their respective big-headed Buddhas.Xu Jun wore a water-blue performance costume and a particularly funny helmet, leading the way for the Fujia class to lead the lions.

If you don't eat two or three New Year's Eve dinners, you can't dance well with the Big Head Buddha.This is what Xu Jun knew from the local population. He didn't understand what the night meal meant, and he didn't understand why it took two or three years. He only relied on his youthful blood to do it, to be reckless, and to bring happiness to the audience.

The helmet is stuffy, the clothes are heavy, and the posture is not cool or handsome, but this art is a combination of martial arts and jokes. It has been passed down for hundreds of years to preserve people's laughter with the playfulness of every move.It is just a helmet, but it is the proof of time precipitation.

Then came Hong Quan. The 4 lion teams each occupy a corner, and the masters play first under the drums of their respective teams, collecting what they have learned throughout their lives.Take a closer look, each of the masters is old, with frost on the sideburns, but his expression is firm and he punches without hesitation, setting an example for the juniors present, letting them see what a person who learns martial arts to the end will be when he is old Sample.

The soul of martial arts is here, even though they have already passed their prime of life, their prestige remains the same. The four lion drums have their own rhythms, and their different characteristics can be intertwined without being abrupt. Just like the lions in the field, the north, south, west, and east come from the same species.

After the boxing show was over, Liao Chengming was already sweating profusely.But his heart is light.

When Fu Hong took over the team, there were still 28 lions, and they left one by one in just a few decades.Those who made less money, couldn’t keep working, their families didn’t agree, and those who found a serious job, every one of them left was like killing one, leaving a big scar in Fu Hong’s heart.Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, his son and his elder brother and younger brother held up the Fu family class, carrying a lion, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and beat it to the birthplace of Chinese dragons and lions.I thought that I would say goodbye to the lion dance in this life, wash my hands in the golden basin, and go out again, wearing the uniform of Fu Hong's son to compete for the lion king.

I have no regrets in this life.Liao Chengming walked back with a limp, and his colleagues in the viewing area greeted him with applause.

Next is the high-stakes competition that everyone is looking forward to. Jiang Bai was still preparing to draw lots. Unexpectedly, the order of the top four matches was based on the ranking of the semi-finals. team to play.

This time, the pressure on Fucheng is even greater, the finale of the finale.

"Brother, don't be nervous." Fu Cheng tightened his belt, "Don't be nervous."

Jiang Bai turned around calmly and held him back. "I'm a little nervous, grab my hand quickly."

"Okay." Fucheng grasped it quietly and waited for a long time.

The drums sounded again, and the first team to play was Yishitang.In the semi-finals, the score is far ahead.They still use the Hong Kong radish fur lion. The whiskers of the lion's head are bent, and the hair blooms when it is swung, which has a special sense of art.The person playing the drum, Jiang Bai recognized, was Chen Zihao, the man who exchanged name cards with them in Beijing.

Because it is a pile on the ground, the lion dancer's movements are much more cautious than in the semi-finals. After all, the danger of falling on the ground is greater than falling into the swimming pool.Fucheng's hands trembled at this moment, Jiang Bai thought at first that he was nervous, but gradually, he felt that this was not the case.

It's excitement, it's the will to fight after ten years of hard work.

Fucheng is excited. In the finals, all the teams have to show their housekeeping skills, which is absolutely wonderful.At this moment, the elder brother squeezed his hand.

"Close your eyes." Jiang Bai was afraid that he would be too excited, "Take a rest for half an hour."

"Why should I rest?" Fu Cheng still wanted to see.

"You're too excited now, the adrenaline is already crazy, it's not good for the game, just be quiet." Jiang Bai held Fucheng's pulse, and the heartbeat was almost 140, "Close your eyes!"

Fucheng also felt that his hands were shaking. He had waited for too long, more than ten years, so it was not too late.So he gently closed his eyes, still holding on to his senior brother.

There were drums, applause and the sound of jumping piles in my ears, Fucheng's heartbeat calmed down, and I remembered that my father said the same when I was a child, don't get too excited before putting on piles, the competition is a competition, so it must be appropriate.Today I lead the Fu family team to fight the Lion King, and I have to listen to my father's words, don't get too excited.

Rest with your eyes closed and adjust your breathing until Team 3 successfully completes the full set.Fu Cheng opened his eyes, feeling that the surroundings were very bright.

He looked up at the scoreboard. The scores of the three teams were all tight, and none of them fell sharply. They really were the selected elite teams.But this also means that Fujiaban is also an elite.

"The next team will play, Beijing Fujia Martial Arts Lions, Fujiaban! If you have one, please play!"

Fucheng stood up abruptly and was on his own team.He first turned around to help his brother remove the fixed rope, his shoulders had returned to their original position, but there was far from enough rest time.Jiang Bai moved a few times by himself, feeling slightly sore, took the analgesic cooling spray and sprayed it vigorously, and finally put on the soft shoulder pads.

After putting on the team uniform, he designed it himself, and on the back was the word "Fu" written by his junior.

"Xiaobai! Fucheng!" Liao Chengming had already ordered Li Cong to play the drum, "It's okay, it's just a game, calm down and go."

Go, let's go, full of all the hard work and hopes of the uncle.Jiang Bai took out his pocket: "Fucheng, lower your head."

Fucheng didn't know what was going to happen, he just listened to what his brother said and lowered his head.Immediately, a cold thing appeared on the neck, and it swept across the chest in a hurry, as if something was hanging between the two collarbones.

I touched it in my hand, ah, it is the little golden Buddha of Senior Brother.

"Brother, this is your amulet, you should wear it." Fu Cheng clumsily tried to take it off.

"You wear it." Jiang Bai held his hand, not allowing him to take it off.This amulet grew up with me, saying that it could protect me from childhood to adulthood, and when I took it off and gave it to Fucheng at the age of 14, something happened to me, so it should be spiritual.Jiang Bai doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he isn't usually devout, but he hopes that this double-faced Buddha can protect his junior, just like he did when he was a child.

He wants Fucheng to care about the front and not the back, and he wants his parents to see that his most precious amulet is put on by his own hands for his junior.If he wanted to make Fucheng not afraid, he only needed to go forward all the way, with himself behind him, he didn't need to look back.

"Let's go, Battle Lion Armor." Jiang Bai's fingertips caressed the collarbone nails and earrings of his younger brother, and finally picked up the lion batch, and went to the stage with Fucheng.

It was the last group, and the venue was silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on this small team from the north. They had never heard of the name of Fujiaban, and it seemed to emerge from the ground.But it's such a small team that has passed all the tests and rushed to the finals of the Lion Armor, using a black martial lion with high fighting spirit.

Both the Dragon and Lion Association and the competition party are experts in the industry, and one can tell at a glance that this flying lion has a long history and must have come from the hands of experts.It is big and steady, but it can be made into a pile of weight, and there are two blood lines on the outer corner of the eye.This is more than a martial lion, this is a fighting lion, fighting to the death with bloody determination.

The venue for the lion dance competition has been prepared for this team.The square is a flat training field, the sideline is 5 mm wide, and the inner edge is the competition field and the barrier-free area, waiting for the birth of the new lion king from the top four this year.

Jiang Bai and Fu Cheng were wearing Nanshi trousers made by Lion Zhang himself, with a black belt on the waistband, which was higher than ordinary belts and stuck to the bottom of the ribs.The black glitter is majestic, coupled with the white beard, as if Zhang Fei is reappearing, fighting bravely in the stormy sea.

Jiang Bai checked his junior brother's shoelaces, belt, and wrist brace for the last time.Li Cong checked whether the joint of the bottom basin was flat under the pile array, used a screwdriver to tighten the fixing screws again, and then jumped up to check the non-slip rubber pad, as if he wanted to verify Liao Chengming's words by himself that there are no bad boys who learn martial arts.

The international competition stipulates that the highest pile cannot exceed 3 meters. This is an array of 23 piles, the highest two of which are 2 meters high.

When everything was ready, Li Cong jumped off the pile and returned to the lion drum team.

Fucheng is a lion head, leading Jiang Bai to run on the field, raising his hand to the referee stand and audience seats, and saluting again after receiving the permission gesture for the competition.The air in the arena seemed to freeze, leaving only the breathing of Fu Cheng and Jiang Bai.

Picking up the lion's head and putting on the lion's coat, the two disappeared, and they turned into a four-legged beast, the lion dancer.

Liao Chengming straddled his horse, let out a deep breath, dropped the hammer to take root, and beat the big drum for dancing the lion. The melody changed from slow to fast. It was the most standard and oldest seven-star rhythm, and not many people learned it.

Drums, cymbals, and gongs cooperate with each other, and the beating is clear, and the lightness and severity can be changed in an instant.

Zhang Feishi in the arena raised his dark eyelids and opened his eyes.

thump, thump, three quick drum beats, Nanshi jumped up and sat on his head, Fucheng was lifted to the highest point by his senior brother, he raised his right leg, his knees were at right angles, and the upward movement continued, a happy opening.

The black flash turned into scales, and under the steady blessing of the lion's tail, it absorbed the lights in the arena.The sound of gongs and cymbals intensified, and Jiang Bai took three quick steps forward with his younger brother in his hands, and fell to the ground on the city, taking a ready posture for putting on a stake.

正当大家做好看上桩的准备时，黑狮快速穿过1米2的1号、2号桩位，穿过了1米5的3号桩位，在第二梯队的4、5号桩前，起跳了。

观众席一片倒吸气的声音。只见狮头原地起跳1米7，轻踩4、5号，在狮尾起跳的瞬间向前一步，落在同样1米2的6、7号桩上。待狮尾上桩后，两人同时落稳。

Liao Chengming pressed the drum surface with his hands to control the reverberation of the drum sound.The first round of applause broke out at this moment. This is a technique that laymen cannot see, stepping on four piles with four claws.I used to do it with Fu Hong myself, but now Boy Fu and his senior brother can do it too.

The common method of placing the stakes is to place the lion's head firmly and then lower the lion's tail. Stepping on the four stakes with four claws strictly requires simultaneity. The two are completely synchronized, which tests the jumping ability and cooperation of the lion dancers.To do this pile-up method, you must start from the second echelon of 1 meters. Only piles 7, 4, 5, and 6 are parallel piles of the same height, and other piles will not work.

Others put up piles from 1 meters, but Fujiaban came up with 2 meters.

After the piling up, there was a roundabout in the high position, and the two quickly exchanged positions, like a whirlwind, the lion was filled with air, and the beast went up the mountain.

His arm was already hurting after holding it like this for a few seconds. Jiang Bai quickly took Fucheng across No. 8 and No. 9, two piles with a height of 1 meters, kicked off and took Fucheng to fly over a span of 9 meters, and rushed to the third echelon.

1 meters, how many people can't jump this figure in the long jump on the spot, but this is only the threshold in the lion dance competition.Without this foundation, the distance of a large width is a gap.

The pile under his feet began to tremble slightly due to the violent movement.In the third echelon, Jiang Bai landed 10 and 11 with both feet, and Fucheng landed 12 with both feet. The height has exceeded 2 meters.The shortest piles of the third echelon are also 1 meters, forming a formation with a low middle, and the width between each two piles is 9 centimeters.Feeling the thrust from his waist, Fucheng took a step forward, straddled 70 centimeters, his feet fell 70 and 13, and the height dropped to 14 meters 2. At this second, he stretched his legs.

To stretch his legs to be as hard as iron, he went on to No. 15, the shortest one in the third echelon. The strength on his waist suddenly increased, and the senior brother grabbed his waist and swung in the air.

Jiang Bai's take-off point is still at 10 and 11, but his goal is to step on the one at the foot of Fucheng, with a span of 2 meters 1, and his weight is all supported by Fucheng.As Fucheng moved forward, he also moved forward, and finally left the pile, kicked the pile with inertia, and then came back with the force of reverse push, and settled on 13 and 14.

The pile was shaking violently, Fucheng controlled the lion's head to move its ears, but his body leaned forward obviously, using his own weight to keep the elder brother from falling.

And this series of actions happened in a few seconds.People who are not familiar with lion dance can't react at all. They just feel that in the blink of an eye, the lion is on the stake and starts to fly.

Jiang Bai quickly turned around and lifted Fucheng up again, backed up, walked back from the lowest pile, and climbed onto No. 2, which was 3 meters high.Stepping backwards on the pile is also an extremely dangerous action. Let alone the unevenness of the pile, these few pile positions must be firmly kept in mind.

Jiang Bai forgot himself, remembered Fucheng, remembered the piles they jumped together, remembered catching him and holding him high, and remembered the lion dance.

Liao Chengming speeded up the beating of the drum at this moment, and Jiang Bai raised his junior again and pushed forward, continuously crossing until he reached the first echelon where others were on the pile, sweating after two rounds.The lion's skin is the lion's skin, and it is also a barrier. The audience can't see the dedication of the lion's tail, but only the joy of the lion's head.

But Fucheng knows that those who have danced lions know that a stable lion tail is the foundation.At the end of this routine, he swung the lion's head to the left, feeling indescribably sad.Judging from the vibrating amplitude of the lion, the elder brother is twisting his buttocks.

On the surface is an excited southern lion, but underneath are two exhausted young lion dancers.

Rest, rest for half a minute, Fucheng used the lion head to make a curious and searching gesture, and manipulated the mechanism of the lion head deftly with his fingers.Lion Zhang's lion head is very useful, even the position of the organ is changed according to his shoulder, so he can touch it.

When the cooperation of the lion and drum team was at its most playful, Zhang Feishi was still on the pile, looking forward to something.Southern lions have 10 emotions, which must be expressed through actions, and points will be deducted if one is missing.The expression of these emotions is mostly in the lion's head.

Lifelike, like a big cat.The mouth opened and closed, and the audience applauded again. The degree of resemblance was too high. If they didn't know that these two boys were performing, they would really want to feed this lion.

The black whiskers swayed with the movement of the lion's mouth.

After resting for about 1 minute, the lion head starts to step on the spot in a small area, and the lion tail moves less at this time, and it depends on the lion head to raise the atmosphere.Fucheng imagined himself as a big cat, stepping here and pulling there from time to time, and hanging his legs dangling in the air.

The drums are brisk, and the frequencies of the two lion ears are different. They are separated from the left and right, not rigid, which tests the finger skills of the lion head.It is absolutely impossible to achieve this hand speed without a few years of practice.

Suddenly, the rhythm of the drums changed.Jiang Bai had almost rested, embraced Fucheng's waist, and sprinted towards the third echelon.Holding my junior, stepping on No. 19 and No. 20, all of them are 2 meters high, and finally stepped on the fourth echelon, No. 3 of 2 meters.

Including his own height, Fucheng is at 4 meters.He made room for Fucheng to fall, and the two of them, like conjoined twins, stepped on a pile at the same time.The position is definitely not enough, so Jiang Bai pouted his butt outwards, and Fu Cheng's body continued to lean forward, so that the center of gravity of the two became one, and the balance was maintained by pulling force.

Rotate again, the lion's head keeps moving, and the lion's batch of light blooms.Each person stepped on half of the pile, trusting that the other party would not squeeze him out, and knowing that the other party would definitely reserve a place for him.

The rhythm is compact and orderly, interspersed with rest and routines, and finally the whole lion lies on the high pile, as if asleep or drunk.And these wonderful performances are invisible to the members of the Lion Drum Team.They were the closest to the competition venue, but their eyes were fixed on the lion dance drum, and they deduced the next paragraph from the gestures and movements of the drummer.It's the closest to the game, but you can't see it at a glance.

Zhang Feishi was resting, Fu Cheng and Jiang Bai had only the last bit of physical strength left, and it would be exhausted when it was used up.

"Senior brother..." Fucheng knew that Lion's Eye was closed at this time, so he also temporarily closed his eyes.Unable to wipe off the sweat, the sweat made it hard to move my eyes, and my whole body was drenched.

Jiang Bai gently pinched his waist. "here I am."

"It's okay." Fucheng smiled, "I'm tired."

Jiang Bai pinched again. "Brother is also tired. There is still the last paragraph, don't bow your head."

"I'm not afraid." Fucheng's legs were also covered in sweat, and the Nanshi trousers stuck to his skin, "Let's go."

"Let's go." Jiang Bai made the final adjustments and grabbed the belt of his younger brother.The shoulder has reached its maximum pain tolerance, and it won't work even a few more times.

In the last section, Liao Chengming beat the drum and watched the two children stand up from the second echelon.The moment Jiang Bai lifted Fucheng up again, his nose was sour, and the boy Fu on the stake disappeared, and the person he saw was Fu Hong.It was Fu Hong, who did not leave, still jumping on the pile, smiling and holding his beloved lion.

The old drumstick in his hand made a crisp sound, and one of them broke.

A drumstick that hasn't been used for a long time is broken.It is old, because the drum has not been played for too long, has been collecting dust, and has not played in battle for a long time, but the drum is still loud, ready to shake again every moment.Liao Chengming didn't prepare a spare mallet, and even if he did, it would be too late. He clenched his right hand as a drumstick, and with his knuckles, he struck the big drum of Fujiaban.

Fujiaban's drum, wake up.It is not yet time for silence.

Zhang Feishi listened to the sound of the drum and woke up on the pile, moving slowly, exploring step by step.No amount of mischievous movements and rests can conceal that it is a martial lion. When it appears, it is provocative and trying to suppress the situation.

Fucheng raised his breath and flew in mid-air.The elder martial brother ran forward holding him, lifting him into the air, without sitting on his head at all.His weight was still too heavy to lose weight, plus the weight of the lion's head, it was on the injured shoulder of the senior brother.

Continue to advance, jump up, jump from the second echelon to the third echelon, only touch the pile surface and get up again, sit on your own head, turn around on the No. 18 pile, adjust the direction together, and cross three 3 cm, brother Stepped on 70 and 13 again.

Liao Chengming gritted his teeth and burst into tears.Boy Fu is afraid of heights, but he has to suffer so much for Fu's class.

Fucheng fell directly from the head of the senior brother, and the vertical distance fell by nearly two meters. Just when everyone thought he was going to fall headfirst, Fucheng stepped on the piles 13 and 14 with both feet, and with his waist, Using his back, he suddenly lifted himself up.

After lifting it for two seconds, Jiang Bai held him up and jumped forward again, to the second echelon, and held it to the edge.

Falling down again, Fu Cheng's hands began to tremble.Don't look, don't look at the ground, the person behind is Shige, wearing Shige's little golden Buddha around his neck, he can think about nothing, he can ignore the past and the future.He is most qualified to ignore the future.

After rushing to the first echelon, the two quickly exchanged positions, Fu Cheng took a step forward, jumped into an arc in the air, and sprinted again.Step on 4 and 5, and let the elder brother volley over 1 meters.

Jiang Bai's shoulders were dying, and his own weight was added to his shoulders. He swung 1 meters and two 8 centimeters in the air. s position.

Liao Chengming was sweating profusely, the two children were desperate.

Less than a second after the position was adjusted, Fucheng leaned forward again, letting the senior brother use his waist as a pillar to make a big volley in the air.Jiang Bai straightened his legs, and the lions spread out in the air.In addition to tacit cooperation, the lion's head and lion's tail must trust each other, and if it is less, it will fall down together.

Two 360-degree maneuvers.After the completion, the two adjusted their breathing synchronously, and headed towards the impossible task.

The second echelon, the third echelon, the fourth echelon, 1 meters, 7 meters, 1 meters, 7 meters, 1 meters, 9 meters... The height is added little by little, and the span is reduced from 1 meters Up to 9 meters, another 2 meters, and another 2 meters... Finally, it landed on 2 and 3, the sixth echelon, and the height reached 1 meters, nearly 8 meters.

After stepping on one pile after another, Fucheng knew that he was not alone. On him was the lion head of the Fu family class. It was his grandfather who started in Foshan, and he was looking for his roots in Foshan.It is an epic struggle, and it is the hope of four generations of Fujiaban.Confining people's minds with martial arts and restraining their form outside, my father said that martial arts has a martial soul, but he couldn't find it, and he couldn't find it on the day of his father's funeral.It turns out that it is indeed in him, benevolence and righteousness first, loyalty and courage later.

Fu's class, from my grandfather alone, to my grandfather taking in 80 people, to disbanding in my father's hands, to myself, there are only 9 people who almost can't get together, he wants to rush, don't have to look behind.

Zhang Fei, General of the Five Tigers, is brave and good at fighting.Liu Bei retreated from Changbanpo, and Zhang Fei led only [-] riders to break the bridge. No one dared to approach Cao's army. They were courageous, brave and good at fighting, and fierce.

Everyone knows how powerful Zhang Feishi is when he dances.

The black lion was angry on the stake, and the lion's head spun and blew up its jet-black fur.Fujiaban wakes up, the black lion rushes forward, strikes the air and fights the eagle, the golden scales cross the pond, and cross the tide across the sea.

Fucheng fell from the top of the elder brother's head, his legs tightly clamped the elder brother's waist, and he hung upside down on the pile.The vertical distance is a difficulty that has never been challenged. His legs are trembling, and his brother's arms are trembling.

But Fucheng was not afraid, he was born afraid of heights but was afraid when his father forced him to jump off a pile, but now he is not afraid.It's just that the body can't control the physical fear, but I know in my heart that even if I fall and die, my brother will save him.

Two people are one person, and brothers and sisters have one life.We kowtowed to my father together, recognized the master, worshiped the teacher tea, and became brothers in front of the incense table.No need to look back, no need to look down.

Liao Chengming burst into tears.

Something popped out of the palm of Fu Yu's hand holding the gong, and the newly made manicure chip was shaken off.

Fujia class started in Foshan, and it rose in Foshan.Fucheng exhausted all his strength, he only raised his upper body with a cry, the senior brother could hardly hold on anymore, and he couldn't hold on anymore either.The last movement was completed, they jumped from the fifth echelon to the lower place, and descended section by section, the lion's head shook slightly, which was a sign that Fucheng could not hold it.In the end, it flipped sideways, and the lion batch took off and spun again.

It finally landed on the ground, and with Liao Chengming's last drumbeat, the surface of the drum was bright red.

finished.Fucheng panted in the lion's head, his whole body became a water figure, his waist was so strangled that it was about to break.He took off the lion head, and the senior brother took off the lion cap. They saw the light again, closed their eyes, and listened to the silence of the audience.

The auditorium on all sides was completely silent.

Fu Cheng stood there blankly and looked around.

Chen Zihao, vice president of the Dragon and Lion Association, stood up first and applauded.

The auditorium was like waking up from a dream, and everyone stood up.