Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 93
Chuanzhong Theater is one of the oldest theaters in Xishu. It was completed as early as when Xishu was still in turmoil.

For some reason, even though it was just a theater with almost no backing, it was able to get through that turbulent era safely.

The operas in the Sichuan Central Theater are very diverse and extensive, including local Sichuan operas in Xishu and local operas from various places in Xixuan.

There are not many plays at the Chuanzhong Theater at midnight.

Cao Bailu had already arrived at Chuanzhong Theater, and he walked into this quaint theater although it wasn't too big.

After thinking about it again and again, Cao Bailu still chose to fold an extremely old old book.

After all, at the midnight stage, many actors are still resting, and there are really not many excerpts to choose from, and there are only two or three performing at present.

Cao Bailu was ushered into the private room by the reception staff. Behind the private room is the lobby, and there are not many people sitting in it.

The private rooms in this theater are different from the private rooms hanging above the lobby in the auction hall. In fact, the private rooms in the theater are small worlds. At the front of the entire lobby, the private rooms are side by side, and there are no barriers. As a cover, the scene in the private room can also be seen clearly in the lobby.

Next to the seat, there are some refreshments.

Cao Bailu ordered a pot of chrysanthemum tea.

The play is about to begin.

Cao Bailu was sitting in high spirits but bored, propping his head on his hands, wondering what he was thinking.

The curtain falls and the show begins.

gongs and drums.

An exaggeratedly dressed old actor walked onto the stage with a smile.

When he opened his mouth, his tone was extremely rich in emotion.

"I come from Jiangdong! The military flag hangs in Guanxi!"

"The old grandson asked me, where is Daqin!"

He yelled the opening in a cadenced tone, and the light paint on his face failed to conceal his true age.

A very old, very old actor.

Cao Bailu watched the old opera singer's performance, and took a sip of tea and some refreshments from time to time.

When the tea is finished, take off the lid, and the service staff will refill it for you.

The opera is singing, and the audience is listening.

The two or three people sitting in the lobby at the back probably also wanted to experience the charm of midnight opera.

It's just that I never thought that opera excerpts are too old-fashioned, and the charm is not suitable for people nowadays, so they naturally overturned.

The two or three people behind left the lobby one after another.

In the entire courtyard, only Cao Bailu was left.

The old actor ignored the departure of those two or three people, and he sang.

This play has a long rhythm.

In fact, even if Cao Bailu left, he still had to finish singing the show, because not only living people were listening to old scripts like this.

These are rules.

Play, still singing.

Cao Bailu was still listening.

Probably because Cao Bailu was the only one left in the audience, this old opera singer also gradually stopped following those opera formulas.

For example, during some inquiries, the opera singer should have looked at the center of the big stage, expressing himself by looking at all the audience, but now, the old opera singer would look directly at Cao Bailu.

The play sang somewhere.

"Let's talk about it! What should I do!" The old opera singer sang with his unique voice while looking at Cao Bailu.

It might have been on a whim, but Cao Bailu actually answered the old opera singer's question, and sang his next line: "Look at the emperor's relatives, who are all dung, and confront the Holy Majesty for justice!"

The rhyme is long, the tone is soft but powerful, and it sounds like an old gourmet in the Liyuan.

The old actor obviously didn't react, he was obviously taken aback.

The gongs and drums sounded again.

The old actor came back to his senses, his eyes full of vicissitudes were filled with admiration.

It's been a long time since young people have had so much fun.

It's been a really long time.

To be honest, he was a little bit reluctant to kill him.

Gongs and drums sounded three times.

Heaven and Earth anomalies.

At that moment, Cao Bailu was pulled into a small world.

There was no one in the lobby, and only the old actors on stage were left in the courtyard.

The old opera singer continued to sing as if he didn't notice Cao Bailu's disappearance.

Once the play starts, it must be finished.

Because these old operas are not only sung for living people.

The old opera singer sang emotionally.

The audience, at some point, was full of people again.

There is the old Tanhua of Xishu who met Cao Bailu once, the great celestial master who died in the Northern Han Dynasty because of fighting against evil ways, and the founder of the Miaojiang Gu master back then.

And many, many more.

There are familiar faces and many new ones.

The people on the stage sang.

There were no empty seats under the stage.

(End of this chapter)