At the foot of Yunzhu Mountain.

On the edge of a cliff.

A woman in a black robe stood alone, looking up at the full moon in the sky.

She was covered in a black robe and had a cold mask on her face. The mountain breeze blew, and the black robe rustled. It stuck to her body, revealing her graceful curves.

But the woman seemed to be shrouded in a cold and gloomy atmosphere, and even the bright moonlight could not illuminate her.

After a long moment, she sighed slightly, but her voice was not as hoarse as usual, but gentle and soft.

The mountain breeze blows through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves sway with a rustling sound, like the sound of dance music.

A Ling seemed to remember something, her red lips under the mask pursed slightly, and her body began to twist slightly.

For a moment, her long hair fluttered, her waist swayed, and her feet seemed to be stepping on ripples.

This dancing posture is in no way inferior to the dancing girls on Yunzhu Mountain, and it has a bit more of the softness and gentleness of the Dongxiu girls.

This dance finally dispelled the gloom around her. The moonlight fell on her body, her dance was graceful and her figure was like water.

It’s a pity that this beautiful dance can only bloom alone in the cold and loneliness.

After a while, the wind stopped and the dancing stopped.

The fluttering black robe fell back onto A Ling's body, covering her undulating curves that were revealed at a glance.

"Minglan, I'm sorry, I will let you die without pain."

A Ling stood still again, muttering to herself as she looked at the full moon above her head.

"That won't do."

At this time, Mo Sha walked out of the bamboo forest and clapped his hands:

"A Ling, I haven't seen you dancing for a long time. As expected, no one in the world can compare to you except Yun Wu."

Ah Ling's body tensed slightly, her voice became hoarse again, and she bowed to Mo Sha:

"Young Master, can I kill Si Minglan with my own hands?"

Mo Sha laughed, but his voice was cold: "Si Minglan is number 20 on the beauty list. Of course I want to make such a beauty into my corpse concubine! Ah Ling, you are overstepping your authority!"

A Ling's body trembled, she clenched her fists, and finally released them.

"Yes, young master, I was wrong."

…

On Yunzhu Mountain.

Yunzhu Dance Festival.

Under the surprised gaze of the crowd, Si Minglan walked slowly to the center of the field.

"Third Senior Sister, can you dance?"

Fang Xue was surprised.

"Hey, vixen, stop pretending!"

Liusu made a sound.

Qin Gengyun, Nian Tang and Mo Xiaolan also looked at her. Si Minglan looked around, exuding a charming aura and giggling:

"I have been learning dancing in the Jiaofangsi since I was young. Please take a look at my dance. Is it pleasing to your eyes?"

She seemed to have turned back into the charming Third Senior Sister on Xiyue Peak, and also turned back into the enchanting fairy with charming skills who had captivated Qin Gengyun when she first met him in Yunling Town.

"Third Senior Sister?"

"Si Minglan?"

Amid the puzzled gazes of the crowd, the people of Yunzhu cheered enthusiastically.

Si Minglan looked around, her eyes were blurred, charming and enchanting, her waist twisted, like a peach swaying on a branch.

She suddenly raised her right leg, stood straight, touched the ground with one foot, and spun her body rapidly.

For a moment, her dress fluttered, her long hair danced, and her feet seemed to be stepping on ripples.

There were exclamations from all around, and a series of obsessed gazes were cast over her. Si Minglan raised her snow-white neck, with layers of charm on her face.

In an instant, she seemed to have returned to the Jiaofangsi and become the official prostitute who only served to please men.

Then, the rotation stopped, and Si Minglan's movements changed from wild and charming to soft and graceful.

This was not the dance taught in the Jiaofang Bureau just to please men, but the dance that my second senior sister taught me on Xiyue Peak.

Back then, Master Sang Yue saved Si Minglan and brought her back to Xiyue Peak, but Master often went into seclusion, so Senior Sister Ye Xiyue took over the Master's role to teach.

But Ye Xiyue only taught her skills and had no concern for Si Minglan at all.

At that time, Si Minglan was lonely and felt inferior. She had no friends on Xiyue Peak. She would always wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares of being violated by men.

Later, the second sister who had been training outside came back.

The Second Senior Sister was like a ray of sunshine, shining into Si Minglan's cold and lonely life.

The second senior sister taught her swordsmanship, practiced with her, and taught her to dance in her spare time.

Those years were the happiest time for Si Minglan.

And now, the dance she was dancing was the "Wanrou Dance" of Second Senior Sister.

Senior Sister Wan, I will die soon, and maybe we will never meet again.

This is my last dance.

"Third Senior Sister...seems to be crying?"

Fang Xue watched Si Minglan dancing gracefully, but could feel her sadness.

Qin Gengyun also saw Si Minglan's tears and couldn't help but sigh.

Although Si Minglan never showed any despair along the way, she only had a few months to live. Who could remain calm and peaceful when facing their own death?

Amidst a burst of exclamations, Si Minglan finished her dance.

The people of Yunzhu are good at singing and dancing. Seeing how well she danced, they all came up to praise her. There were even several bold men who invited her to dance with them.

Si Minglan smiled and declined, then quietly sat back in her seat. Ye Xiyue's cold voice came from the side:

"Did Wei Wan teach you this dance?"

Wei Wan, the second senior sister of Xiyue Peak, ranked fifteenth on the beauty list.

Famous for dancing.

Si Minglan nodded expressionlessly: "Yes."

Ye Xiyue said calmly: "What's the point of teaching you this kind of thing?"

Si Minglan sneered: "Do you want to learn from my senior sister and give me to my uncle? Senior sister, since Uncle Zheng wants you, why don't I teach you how to serve a man? If you serve Zheng Shengmo well, maybe you can get some benefits from him."

Ye Xiyue's eyes were as bright as lightning and her long hair fluttered. Si Minglan was suffocated by the pressure of her spiritual power.

But soon two spiritual energies protected her. Si Minglan was startled: "Qin Gengyun, Nian Tang?"

Qin Gengyun and Nian Tang were standing in front of Si Minglan. Qin Gengyun said coldly, "Fairy Xiyue, you have done all kinds of dirty and shameful things. Do you think you are worthy of being called a fairy?"

Ye Xiyue stood up slowly. Qin Gengyun already had an embroidery needle in his hand, and Si Minglan also stood side by side with him.

The two sides were on the verge of a tense situation when cheers suddenly broke out all around.

"The guests have already performed their dance, Yunwu can come out now!"

“Yunwu!!”

The people of Yunzhu all shouted for joy, and the children jumped up and down and began to sing a ballad:

"Yun Wu's face, with its alluring eyes~"

"Yunwu's waist is like a knife that can cut people~"

"Yunwu's legs are so charming that they can even charm the mountain ghost~"

"A hundred thousand cloud bamboos are not as good as one dance~~"

Liusu patted Yunxing who was singing happily and said, "Hey, is this Yunwu really as beautiful as the one you guys sang?"

Yun Xing glared at her: "Sister Yun Wu is the best woman in the world!"

Liusu snorted, "How many women have you seen? Feixian Pavilion is also idle. They chose a woman who no one has ever seen to be the number one on the beauty list. Maybe she is not as good as me!"

The next moment, Liusu's voice stopped abruptly, and she stared blankly at a bamboo forest in the distance.

Soon after, the lively Yunzhu Dance Festival also quieted down.

In the lush bamboo forest, under the bright moonlight, a slender and graceful figure slowly walked out.