Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The next day.

The hour has passed, and Yunluo Mountain, which faces Qixian across the river, is still covered in smoke.

The green mountains covered a dead silence in the thick fog.

But Qi County here is very lively.

Just because the newly built Zhinv Temple was completed.

Niu Bancheng put down a running water banquet and invited theatrical troupe to juggle. Naturally all the "good men and women" in the city came to join in.

The scholar pulled Li Chang'an and Feifei out early and rushed to this place to take a seat in the front row and wait.

It's not how rare he is in this excitement, but...

"Daochang Li! Mr. Feifei!" His cheeks were flushed with excitement, "Look, everyone Xue!"

Feifei yawned, and Li Changan casually looked around.

This Master Xue is a famous dancer, and an artist in the modern world. In ancient times, he was called a maiko.

This scholar is also ridiculous. He once watched the Xue family dance a song at a certain banquet, and has never forgotten it ever since. The reason for running away from home was that he didn't want to study and become an official. I heard that everyone Xue was going to perform in Qi County and wanted to watch everyone dance another dance. As a result, half way lost and hit the village of living corpses, almost losing his life.

Asked if he was worth it, and didn't regret it, but he slapped his chest with a look of honor.

"If you can watch Master Xue's sword dance again, what's the matter if it's crushed to pieces?"

Although he didn't understand this mode of thinking very well, Li Changan didn't bother to interfere with other people's thoughts, but he was a little curious about the "broken bones" Xue family.

A big stage was set up in front of the new temple, and all the vaudeville singers had gone through it, and finally it was Xue's turn to take the stage to the finale!

But it was not Mr. Xue who came onto the stage first, but twelve brazen men, each carrying a big drum.

Afterwards, Xue everyone slowly appeared on the stage.

She stood on the stage, her face was just a little pink, but it was twelve points of color. The eyebrows are charming and moving, but they are all dressed up, showing heroism. With his waist straight and his hands behind his back, he was calmly watched by thousands of people in the audience.

Thereafter.

"Boom!"

The twelve great men beat the drum together.

As soon as everyone Xue spread their hands, everyone exclaimed from the audience.

It turned out that she was actually holding two sharp swords with cold light in her hands. There were no sword spikes on the hilt, but an iron ring tied with long silk.

As the drums rang, everyone Xue also twisted their waists and danced their swords with the drums.

I saw that the clothes were flying, the sword light flickered, and the drum sound made her dance high with a weak body.

The scholar was dazzled, but Li Changan was incomprehensible. He only saw that the beauty on the stage had a good figure and graceful posture. In addition to that, she could only see her sword dance movements. Swordsmanship of the Eight Classics of Children.

Gradually, the drums on the stage became denser.

Everyone Xue moved faster and faster.

suddenly.

She actually loosened the hilt of the sword and drew the long sword into motion with silk and satin.

For a while, the stage was full of long swords and her flying shadows.

The people behind were attracted by this scene and couldn't help leaning forward.

The front row was deterred by Jianguang and couldn't help but retreat.

The two compartments crashed into one place, but they squeezed the one in the middle and groaned.

at this time.

Everyone Xue suddenly put away one sword, but threw the other one down the stage.

This sword was tied by silk and satin, and although it only swept over the heads of the spectators in the audience, the people below were deterred by the sword's edge, and they were all forced to fall to the ground.

The thrown sword was like dividing the sea, splitting the crowd until it reached Li Changan's front.

Li Changan remained calm, pressing his sword in his hand.

Everyone in Xue flicked their wrists, and took their swords back using their bodies as wheels.

At that moment, Li Changan saw it clearly, with a smile on her face.

"Everyone Xue laughed at me!"

Unexpectedly, the scholar next to him screamed excitedly.

"Hmm..." Li Changan nodded perfunctorily, "but he smiled."

He glanced left and right, and the people around him rolled around like a gourd, and the scholar was inexplicably bold and still excited.

What a fool!

On the stage, everyone Xue had put away their swords and retreated.

However, the scholar was still immersed in the sword dance, unable to extricate himself, and muttered:

"It's really...but it's really..."

Li Changan saw that he was still unable to catch up, and suddenly said:

"...Come like a thunder to take away the anger, and stop like a river with clear light."

The scholar's eyes lit up.

"The Taoist master is so literary!"

Li Changan smiled and said, "Do you think I can dance and write?"

"This..." The scholar's face suddenly froze, not knowing how to answer.

Li Changan didn't care about him either, just looking at the backs of everyone Xue retreating. The sword that was thrown suddenly, with an inexplicable smile, was a bit interesting.

After the show, Li Changan finally saw the Niu Bancheng.

Like most landlords and old wealth, this Niu Bancheng is dressed in Ling Luo, looks rich and does not know whether his heart is the same.

He went on stage and talked a lot of nonsense.

Li Changan was bored and wondered whether to change the time, such as when he was speaking, and then listen to him to tell the truth.

Suddenly, there was some commotion in the audience.

Li Changan looked sideways. It turned out that it was a half-and-a-half boy who was stopped by a few people and couldn't rush.

The teenager struggled for a while and suddenly yelled from his mouth:

"The Weaver Girl Empress is not a fairy, but a monster!"

"Not a god, but a monster!"

Without shouting a few words, he was blocked by the people around him. Rao was the one who covered his mouth so fast that he still caused some noise in the crowd in the audience.

"Who is this kid?"

"Who else? Isn't it the little boy of Niu Cuo?"

"Others begged grandpa to tell grandma that they couldn't see Niang Niang once. Niu Cuo was a member of the Niu clan, and had a good job serving Niu Niang. Since I was enjoying myself in Xianshan, I didn’t want to come back. The remaining women just insisted. The empress is a demon, isn't this a nonsense!"

"ungrateful!"

"I don't know what to do!"

…………

The crowd (harmonious) in the audience whispered to each other for a while, and it turned out to be a condemnation of the young man, and he also brought his mother along. The boy's face was red when it heard it, but it was a pity that he was dragged tightly, his mouth was also covered, he couldn't move his hands, and he couldn't speak.

Li Changan looked aggrieved for him.

Niu Bancheng heard the public opinion biased towards him, and his face was slightly stunned, but it was not easy to do anything in the public. He just waved his hand and asked the two servants to take the boy home, so that his mother could discipline and discipline him.

Skipping this episode, Niu Bancheng started his nonsense again.

The scholar aftertastes to Jian Wu for a long time, and will come back to his senses, but he doesn't want to listen to a word of Niu Bancheng's words, and wants to leave now.

"Dao Chief Li?"

The other party wanted to call Li Changan, but found that the Taoist priest was gone.

"Little Lang Jun Feifei?"

He turned his head again, only to realize that Feifei had long since disappeared.

"Hey?"

He turned his head again, and behind him a wealthy middle-aged man who led the sword and back the sword, looked at him with tears.

"Uncle Wang?"

"Go! Don't let Da Lang run away again!"