Dressed as Jackie Chan Aotian, countless big guys are vying to be my dog ​​licker

I saw the monks playing the role of young monk and Zhang Butcher appeared on the stage, and several others acted as fellow disciples.

The highest level of cultivation of the monks on the stage was only the Qi Refining stage. In a big city like Zhongzhou, it can be said that the cultivation level is completely inadequate, but with limited talent, it is difficult to make further progress. It was by chance that he discovered this new way of making a living. .

Just select some major events in the world of cultivation, adapt them and show them to others.

The man who played the role of the young monk was dealing with Butcher Zhang, when he suddenly noticed that there were two audience members on the stage. Different from the cheerful appearance of others, these two people looked like monks at first glance, but they were strangely wearing their clothes in such an occasion. Wearing a mask.

The taller one grabbed the shorter one and squeezed to the front of the stage.

He originally thought that the two people must have enjoyed watching the show so much that they couldn't wait. However, they actually came to the stage in the face of everyone's complaints, but they were obviously a little distracted.

The young man on the stage was quite puzzled. He was only 21 years old this year, but his spiritual roots were mixed and it was difficult for him to improve his cultivation. If possible, he hoped that he could be like the young monk he played, after wiping out the evil spirits in all directions with one sword. , became famous throughout Yuqingjing.

Strange people, the young man thought as he looked at the two masked people in the audience, but he still followed the plot that had been rehearsed countless times.

……

Xie Yanyan looked at the plot above and felt his toes digging into the ground in embarrassment.

He kept his head down, not daring to raise his head to take a closer look.

But Sang Wuming watched it with great interest, and would comment from time to time, "Wonderful."

"it is good."

Although Xie Huanyan lowered his head, those lines and dialogues were still poured into his head. He couldn't help but look up and saw the mask on the face of the person next door.

"I thought you weren't ready to raise your head."

Fortunately, they are all wearing masks now, Xie Huanyan thought, he looked at Sang Wuming's face hidden under the mask, "If you want to laugh, then laugh."

"Why do you want to laugh?" Sang Wuming raised his head and looked at the scenes played on the stage, "Young knight..."

"Who would have thought that the play they saw in Huaxian City that day would actually have another interpretation now."

Perhaps the words of the two people attracted the attention of the people nearby. When they heard about Huaxian City, someone immediately struck up a conversation, "You two have been to Huaxian City too?"

Sang Wuming turned his head and looked at the monk beside him, "Been there."

"Have you seen that play too?"

"That's not true." The monk muttered, "I also said that your masks look familiar... maybe we have seen each other in the audience that day."

Of course, he was just talking casually. During the Lantern Festival in Huaxian City, there were so many people wearing masks, who could remember who was wearing what mask.

The monk was still sighing, saying that he didn't expect that after so many years of Taoist Yuqing's elimination of the evil spirits in Sifang Town, there would be some new plots in this drama...

Yes, in this drama adaptation, the two Sifang towns are the same place, and the evil spirit is also the same evil spirit.

And this young man is the descendant of Daojun Yuqing.

After hearing this, Sang Wuming raised the corners of his mouth under the mask, while the monk next to him only occasionally talked to him. Perhaps he was attracted by the scenes on the stage, and he quickly became immersed in the new plot.

Sang Wuming turned his head again and saw that Xie Wangyan had also raised his head to look at the performance on the stage.

……

"What do you want to buy, hurry up?" Yun Yiyan looked at Jinchuan Wu impatiently.

Jinchuanwu glanced furtively towards the table for a few times until he realized that he couldn't see Xie Huayan. He guessed that he had been taken away by his uncle, so he pretended to pick a few pastries and said, "Quickly. It’s almost over.”

After saying that, he started dilly-dallying again.

Yun Yiyan frowned, took out a low-grade spiritual stone, handed it to the store owner, and then dragged Jinchuan Wu to leave the place where pastries were sold.

He grabbed Jinchuan Wu and walked through the sea of ​​people under the stage. After listening to countless complaints, he finally saw Xie Huayan in the audience and the person next to him.

Yun Yiyan sneered and glanced back at Jinchuan Wu.

Jinchuanwu felt guilty and avoided sight.

He shook off Jinchuanwu's arm, thought for a moment, and simply grabbed the bag of pastries in his hand——

"...Hey..." Jinchuanwu said, "...This is mine."

"I paid for it."

Yun Yiyan took the cakes and walked down the stage. When she came to Xie Wangyan, she took off the mask on his face, and then took the best-looking cake among them, which was also said to be the delisted cake. He handed it to Xie Wangyan and said, "Try it?"

Xie Wangyan didn't expect Yun Yiyan to come back so quickly.

He glanced at the pastries handed to him in surprise, and saw that Yun Yiyan's icy beauty-like face had softened a lot in this lively atmosphere and even had some fireworks, so he subconsciously reached out and pinched it. I picked up the pastry that Yun Yiyan was talking about.

Sang Wuming beside him also took off the mask on his face at this time.

He glanced at the oil paper bag Yun Yiyan held in his palm, then looked back at Jinchuanwu who was hiding in the crowd, "Come here." He said to Jinchuanwu.

Xie Wangyan looked along and saw Jinchuan Wu walking slowly over, "...Why are you walking so slowly?"

Jinchuanwu walked over listlessly.

He glanced at Yun Yiyan, who was staring at him, and could only smile awkwardly. He was too embarrassed to say that it was because his poor acting skills were seen through.

Xie Wangyan bit into the pastry handed over by Yun Yiyan, stuffed it whole into his mouth, chewed it hard a few times and nodded, "Not bad."

Hearing this, Yun Yiyan's eyes showed a little more smile.

"Really?" Sang Wuming said, "Give me a taste too?"

Yun Yiyan looked at Sang Wuming, "It's hard for the city lord to win people's love, right?"

Sang Wuming smiled and said, "Who am I to be a city lord? I am just a casual cultivator now."

Xie Yanyan didn't dare to speak, because he felt that the two people were talking about something explosive, but Yun Yiyan finally calmed down... He handed the cake in his hand to Jinchuan Wu, "Yours."

Jinchuanwu was a little surprised, but still took a piece.

Then Yun Yiyan handed the cake to Xie Wangyan, "I'll trouble you to give him the city lord's part."

Xie Wangyan heard the words and took it, then handed the oil paper bag to Sang Wuming.

Sang Wuming lowered his head and glanced at the cake handed to him. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and took a piece.

Then Xie Wangyan held the oil paper bag and handed it to Yun Yiyan, "You want to get some too?"

Yun Yiyan reached out and picked a piece. At this time, the performance on the stage was reaching its climax, and the audience was applauding.

From the corner of his eye, the young man on the stage saw the two people who had taken off their masks, as well as the two monks who came from behind. Seeing the four of them sharing pastries, he only had one thought in his heart -

What four weirdos.