Uncle Nine: I became Master Qianhe, and my fame resounded throughout the Daoist sect.

Chapter 641 Dance

Chizuru gently pushed open the door, as if opening a door to a mysterious world.

Stepping inside, a delicate fragrance, like a clear spring, soothes the soul.

In the courtyard, exotic flowers and rare herbs bloom in competition, emitting bursts of fragrance, like a beautiful symphony.

The pavilions and towers are scattered in a well-organized manner, appearing and disappearing in the swirling clouds and mist, like a hazy ink painting.

A clear stream flows gently by, its water so clear you can see the bottom, like a jade ribbon of green. Colorful fish swim in the stream, playing happily, as if telling the story of the tranquility and beauty of this place.

Chizuru continued walking and came to a mansion.

This mansion, resembling a majestic palace, exudes an awe-inspiring aura. Above the gate are three large, elegantly written characters: "Yunxiao Mansion," seemingly proclaiming its nobility and extraordinary status to the world.

"Dong dong."

Chizuru stepped forward and gently knocked on the door of Yunxiao Mansion, but there was no response for a long time.

"Fairy Yunxiao?" Qianhe called softly, her voice echoing in the air, but she received no response.

"Fairy Yunxiao, are you home?"

he shouted.

But there was still no response.

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He reluctantly pushed the door open gently, and it creaked open slowly, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.

Upon entering the mansion, a delicate fragrance, like a spring breeze, wafts towards you. The interior is elegantly furnished, with exquisite paintings hanging on the walls, depicting scenes of celestial mountains and seas of clouds, or rare and exotic creatures, like vivid storybooks that captivate the viewer.

In the main hall, there was an antique table with an open ancient book on it. The pages turned gently in the breeze, as if telling an ancient legend.

Chizuru walked lightly down the corridor. The doors and windows of the rooms on both sides were half-open, like shy maidens revealing their stunning beauty through partial concealment. Through the cracks, he caught a glimpse of the various strange objects in the rooms, which emitted a faint light, like the bright stars in the night sky, mysterious and alluring.

Further on, a garden came into view, and in the garden, an exquisite pavilion stood out like a dazzling pearl, particularly eye-catching against the backdrop of green leaves. Inside the pavilion, there was a stone table with two cups of steaming tea on it, as if quietly awaiting the return of its owner.

Chizuru was filled with doubt. There were obviously people who had just been in this mansion, but why was there no sign of them?

Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the depths of the garden. He clenched his fists warily as if facing a formidable enemy and tiptoed toward the source of the sound...

When he looked closely, he saw a graceful woman dancing.

And the dancing woman was none other than the Fairy of the Clouds!

The fairy maiden of the clouds was graceful and elegant. Her long, wide-sleeved, moon-white dress fluttered in the wind, the hem of which resembled the flowing moonlight, light and ethereal, like a dream.

Her jet-black hair was styled into a high bun, with a few silky strands falling around her fair neck, adding to her charming and alluring beauty.

Her delicate face resembled a peach blossom in spring, with rosy cheeks and a smiling expression. Her eyes were bright as stars and clear as water, exuding liveliness and gentleness.

At this moment, she was so engrossed in the dance that she didn't even notice when Chizuru arrived!

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At this moment, her sleeves fluttered, like two white clouds dancing gracefully in the wind.

Sometimes it spins lightly, like a swallow flitting among willow branches in spring; sometimes it stretches out its arms, like the magnificent sunset stretching out in the sky.

Every movement was natural and fluid, as if she had become one with everything in the world.

Her dance steps were as light as a swallow, her toes lightly touching the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water, raising a fragrant cloud of dust, as beautiful as a poem or a painting.

After she finished dancing, Yunxiao said calmly, "Was it beautiful?"

"It looks good," Chizuru said, swallowing hard.

"Is that so?" Yunxiao said calmly.

"Then tell me, who dances better, Chang'e or me?" Yunxiao said, walking towards Qianhe.

His eyes were expressionless as he gazed at Chizuru.

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