[Thunderbolt Tobacco City] Ren Pingsheng, Nine Layers of Smoke and Snow

The author has something to say: Recently, I have been driving late every day with a group of fellow Taoists, and I am almost exhausted.Let's update this paragraph first.Madan, I'm stuck in the fight between Longshou and Grandmaster.

Yingyingying, I also like Qiangong very much!Qiangong, don't give up!Grandmaster has you in his heart!

A few bamboo poles with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl have been polished to a shiny surface, and a large piece of faded curtain is separated from each other, sealing a small piece of world that is temporarily extinct.A crisp gong sounded, like a fierce general riding a single horse into the formation before Wanjun, followed by the beating of dense small drums, and there was an illusion of a mighty army crushing the city in an instant.So the bamboo and meat are sent out, the sound of the hole flute is turned, accompanied by the loud speech, the five fingers move the human figure, and the beautiful show begins.

Compared with the rickety and pitiful little stage, there are audiences pushing and shoving around.The adversity has been opened up by the great master of Yandu, and the endless stream of anger has flowed from the east to the north and south. Kyushu suddenly has the appearance of wind and thunder. Millet, barley, chestnuts, apricots, plums and dates are real food.That is the satisfying satisfaction that surpasses all imaginary promises.People who have always had humble aspirations and are good at filling their stomachs with ungratefulness finally regained their long-lost enthusiasm for watching operas. The village invited the famous opera troupe surnamed Huang again. Unfamiliar faces and colorful shabby fabrics appeared on the stage. In the noise of golden drums, they are mixed and pushed together, just like the ashes that are constantly shaking and falling on the canopy of a stage.

Drama Code is the most popular fairy tale drama recently.It tells the story of a Taoist with thick eyebrows and starry eyes who bear the fate of the world, shoulders the common people, visits the sacred mountain three times in the dark night, and finally invites the real people from the world to cross the catastrophe.The plots are intertwined, and the confession seems to come from the hands of famous masters, making everyone mesmerized by watching.At the climax of the performance, the puppet with extremely delicate makeup was performed a "flying set" by the puppeteer who had already entered the play and was so excited that he flipped in the air, and the royal blue puppet embroidered with gold thread stretched gorgeously in mid-air , At this time, the backstage pyrotechnic master ignited the phosphorous powder and sulfur that was ready for the whole venue, surrounding the dolls with golden light, and the smoke rose into the air.The song and music are temporarily closed, only for this dazzling moment, the whole audience is silent, and the atmosphere is not dared to come out.I saw the puppet move beautifully, just in time to put it on the other hand of the puppeteer, with fluttering clothes and fluttering hair, attracting applause like a wave.A crystal ball was tricked, floating and turning between the puppet's hands as if away from it, and the strange light shone brightly, making people unable to take their eyes off it.So the generosity of singing and dancing resumed, and everyone in the troupe knew that this time they would perform vigorously until the end.

In the deserted tea shed in the distance, even Xiaoer didn't care about business and ran to the theater, and the remaining two guests had to savor a pot of water in the dim light of paper lanterns.With the strength of the two of them, even though they are separated by a long distance, they can clearly see every move and every word on the stage.

"The younger generation doesn't understand the opera, so I have to ask senior Yinzi how to sing this song." The man with the appearance of a scholar in white said indifferently.A burst of cheers erupted in the distance, sparks splashed onto the stage, and after the last song was sung, the man of God was leaving in a blur.

"Ingenious changes are prepared in the palm of the hand, and the five tones and eight tones are uttered from the heart, especially the transition and connection of the words and chapters, the connection is well-founded, the story is seamlessly compiled, and the speaking is naturally full of confidence. "

Although there is no fragrant tea at home here, after a good show, a glass of clear water can be drunk by Sanyu Wumengsheng: "Great Master Yandu is really greedy for life and afraid of death. After borrowing the spirit of the Four Wonders, he is afraid of the Central Plains." He will turn the gun, and spend so much time to create momentum. Waiting for the three pulses of heaven, earth and people to break the curse of the night, and then attack them, we will lose the talk and be questioned by the public that we crossed the river and demolished the bridge."

Yinzi swept the dust with his hand, blowing away a fallen leaf that curled up on the hem of his clothes. "The matter has come to this point, it's useless to talk about it. Of course we can't move him, we have to find other ways to contain him - after all, as long as it's acting, there will always be a link."

"Appreciate further details."

The Taoist in Xuanyi Sumei dipped in the cold water in the cup, wrote four words, then pulled up his sleeves and left, walking somewhere.

Fame is in the palm of your hand.

Puppetry is a business of "three points in front of the field and seven points in the back field".The success of lifeless puppets depends on the rehearsals of the puppeteers day and night, without practicing their hands for a day.Without a good script, nothing can be cooked without rice. It must be guided by an expert to come up with a well-organized context, accompanied by improvisation with witty words from the eloquent master, in order to be moving.As for the supporting operas, the scores of Xipi and Erhuang are also changed according to the different regions of the performance, and no details are sloppy.

It's really a hard job, but if you really want to write the complete book with painstaking efforts and go back and review it carefully, that is the supreme enjoyment. No wonder people have to lean on the couch, holding the manuscript, and don't let go of the book.Seeing the rise, I couldn't help beating the palms of my knees lightly, singing softly, and even when the sun was setting and the light was dimming, I couldn't care about lighting the lamp, and I was so obsessed with it.

It wasn't until someone came in from the outside and covered up most of the evening photos, and it was quite difficult to read, that I put down the notebook.But he just raised his head and looked around, without the intention of getting up to greet him.

Because of the backlight, the man was hidden in the twilight, and the whole figure was as thick as a mountain blocking his retreat.Only the jade disc worn on his chest, a little bit of thin emerald green dyed with rosy clouds, has an indescribable luster.

"It's important for Qiangong to heal his wounds, why do you still have the time to change these dramas?"

"It was written in a hurry at the time, and it had been more than half a month since the performance. I heard from the people below that there were still a few oral allusions that were too difficult. Generally speaking, people in Liba were afraid that they would not understand, so they thought they had nothing to do, so they changed it from the beginning. .In the future, this will be signed with the name of 'Chui Yu Fei Sheng', I always want to achieve perfection."

"Qian Gong is right. Articles are the great cause of governing the country and the great event of immortality. After thousands of years, the princes, generals and ministers of that year will all be a handful of loess, and the rest are only a few words for people to guess."

Hearing the loneliness in his words, Hen Qiangu couldn't help closing his eyes, and after a while he replied: "Having said that, maybe what will be left in the end will always be the winner's words. Hen Qiangu only understands these low-level techniques, but May I be able to borrow this pen in the hands of the master. What future generations will read and what they can read should also be determined by Yandu.”

His eyes were extremely dark, and they were hidden under thick eyelashes. Reflected by the last sunset, it was as if thousands of stars were passing by while speaking.

Guling Shiyan met his gaze without hesitation: "It's better to have a good friend's words than a million soldiers from heaven." He raised his hand and took out something from behind.As soon as the rope was untied, the wrapped silk material slipped off, revealing a piano. "Before I performed the Twelve Transformations of Turbid Yin Sacrifice, I always felt that the rites and music were disgusting and unpleasant. At that time, I missed the sound of Qiangong's piano. This "Spring Order" is said to be passed down from Fuxi. The snake belly on it is extremely rare. The famous piano is lonely, The mediocre people don't know it. When I ordered people to find it from the library, the Qin Zhen was lost and Yueshan collapsed. It's a pity. I added Yuzhen again, and corrected the sound according to "Qinjue". ’, in the future, I will also learn Qiangong’s superb piano skills.”

Hen Qiangu hurriedly got up to take it, held it in his hand and brushed the crystal strings with his fine fingers, playing with it carefully. "My piano skills have been abandoned for many years. I'm afraid the master will be disappointed. I will practice again in my spare time and see how much I can get back."

Guling Shiyan didn't force it, and just accompanied him to enjoy the inscriptions, broken marks and so on.

Before leaving, Hen Qiangu suddenly said out of nowhere behind him: "I heard that Zhugong owed a lot of love debts before, and I was finally chased by someone recently. I am quite troubled. If there is any disrespect, Please don’t blame the great master.”

Guling Shiyan turned around to look at him, the night was approaching, the palace lanterns hung high like maple red, there was a rare confusion in his eyes, water ripples appeared in his cold eyes, it seemed to be full of affection.He nodded and said "hmm".

Hen Qiangu held the piano and stood for a long time.

Wu Si, Shu Tong, and Zhang Gaoqiu have been in love through the ages.The cold guqin has a long and narrow shape with smooth and elegant lines, like a monument in front of a grave.

This is the end of the traces of thousands of years and the passing smoke of ancient tombs.Couldn't ask for more.

He was also young, full of expectations, and fought against each other.Later, after so many years, I was forced to change it to see everything as light as the spring is gone and the spring is coming.He plucked the string casually, and a clear voice flowed through his ears, and he could vaguely see the concentration of that person's head buried in the tuning.Maybe he has nothing left, but the thing he holds in his hand still has a heavy weight.

He put the piano on a high place, beyond the reach of ordinary sight.

Fortunately, what the Yandu Qiangong was looking for was the qin.

Tantai Wuzhu was in a dream, and suddenly felt that someone had blown a gloomy cool air in his ear, and he woke up with a fright.The coolness of autumn splashed all over him like water, and a drunkenness paralyzed his body, allowing the cold to spread across his body, freezing his mind so much that he couldn't move.

"Xiaohong—Xiaolu—what day is it today?" He dragged his voice and shouted outside.

No one paid attention to him for a long time.He held his head alone, waiting for the tide of stupor to recede, and then stood up while supporting the desk.

Looking down, I saw the sharp brushstrokes he swayed while drinking, the strange rocks and mountains were hideous and terrifying, and the sharp edges of the dry ink were like the wounds of whipping corpses.He smashed the rice paper carelessly, and was about to burn it in a hurry.When I turned my head, I saw that the smoke on the already cool smoker had not dissipated, and the four characters "Shulou Longsu" were being condensed.

Tantai Wuzhu was startled: How could he forget to monitor the movement of Shulou Longsu?How many days have passed since he hid in Liu Hanyan? ... His heart was beating wildly, his body suddenly lost weight, he was so light that he couldn't land, he shook, and immediately rushed out of the room like crazy.

Walking quickly outside, I heard Xiaolu's voice, "...Zhugong made it very clear, no one should disturb me, I don't care who you are, if you don't let in, you won't let in."

Tantai Wuzhu followed the prestige, and there were two people dressed as servants who were about to break into the pavilion, and they were his subordinates.The goose yellow hairpin skirt on the opposite side has a slender figure, but her akimbo actually blocked the road.Immediately, an unknown fire rushed to his forehead, he took three steps and two steps to catch up, and slapped him down with his backhand.

"Ah—" Xiaolu let out a scream, and she fell to the ground, her bright red palm prints were branded on her swollen side face, the flower tin fell to the ground, and pearls and jade splashed everywhere.

"Sister!" The red dress flashed in front of her eyes, while Xiao Hong helped her up, she nailed Tantai Wuzhu's face with her green forefinger, her long, blood-red nails were like the poisonous tail of a scorpion, "Tantai Wuzhu ! Don't be too presumptuous! People from the Dark Pavilion lineage can't get a lesson from you!"

Xiaolu, who was trembling all over, blankly opened her watery almond eyes in her arms, dazed, but subconsciously pulled her twin sister's sleeve.

Looking at the two of them, Tantai Wuzhu felt dazed, his hands hidden in his sleeves trembled endlessly.After finally regaining consciousness, I went to ask those two people: "Is there anything wrong with the great master?"

The stunned subordinate hurriedly agreed: "It's Shulou Longsu! The subordinates saw him as if he had gone to Gushe Mountain!"

With a sound of "嗤——", another pine torch was extinguished.

The long discussion came to a stalemate, Meng Hai persisted until now with a white face, the proposal to attack Gushe Mountain was opposed by Di Bo, he held his breath in his chest, and the injury was about to worsen.Nihai Chongfan's 30 yuan amnesty ceremony has come to an important juncture, and he must not make any mistakes in his next move. His claim is that the ancient mausoleum's dead smoke used the Yuansheng fortune ball, which greatly damaged its power. To be prepared for the scourge of tobacco.

Bian Xijun reappeared, and after spending some time listening to Qiu Yunshang's report, he felt that the situation had changed drastically.The righteous way has been tossing and tossing repeatedly, but it is one after another, full of hidden worries; the smoke is dead but not stiff, and there are even signs of getting closer to the right way; what is even more deadly is that the great master used the Yuansheng fortune ball to connect the four wonders of the affliction. This is the biggest crisis of confidence that the mantra has faced in so many years.

Do you want to deal with cigarettes?

Obviously not.He shook his head secretly: "Don't be obsessed with old enemies anymore. Times have changed, and most of Yandu has already stood on the side of the Central Plains martial arts. Even if the two haven't really joined hands, Yandu has exaggerated their positive image for so long If something happens, the public opinion will force the righteous way to rescue. As Qiu Dian said before, Nihai Chongfan has already shown signs of ideological division. The most urgent thing is that we should sort out the disputes in the church. Avoid causing trouble to Xiao Qiang."

Qiu Yunshang stood under him and echoed the words: "This subordinate also agrees with the Holy Inquisitor's point of view. Guling Shiyan will not do things that are not sure, and deliberately exposed this flaw. Maybe we will mobilize people to break into Gushe The ambush in the martial arts forest in the middle of the Central Plains must be guarded against. As for the impact caused by the breaking of the dark night that day, my subordinates thought that the return of the dark night in just one day was actually a self-confirmation of the Central Plains and Yan, and we can seize it. This proves that what they have done cannot last long, so as to restore the hearts of the people."

On the front wall of Xuanjing Mingdu, the soap sea dara formed by four seals flows like a mirage above the ocean, with silver-blue light flowing.

Under the light, Jiu Shenlian is making a difficult choice.The truth and the illusion are inextricably entangled.She unconsciously rubbed the bamboo book in her hand, and her intuition told her that the smoke must be removed now, the sooner the better, otherwise she will suffer from it.But this is just intuition, and what Ben Xijun and Qiu Yunshang said is more reasonable.

Nihai Chongfan is only the last section of the road on the edge of the cliff from their real Chonghui Holy Shore, and there is no room for even a little misstep.

There was a decisive light reflected in her dark eyes, she secretly made up her mind, took a deep breath and said: "Yandu...Although it is no longer as strong as it used to be, I deeply feel that they will be a variable in the future. Slight indulgence. But the concerns of the Holy Inquisitor are not unreasonable. Fortunately, after seeing the power of Yandu, can the Central Plains really rest easy? We can use this to guide the Central Plains martial arts to deal with Yandu, and use their strength to fight."

This should be the safest method at the moment, Black Sin Peacock thought so.He silently squeezed the ground seal in his hand, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration: "... Yuansheng Fortune Ball."

I don't know from which day, the prophecy of the Yuansheng Creation Ball spread to all parties in the plight like an infectious disease.The general idea is that this ball was originally transformed by the dragon of the Tianjiang Lin tribe. The Lin tribe lives the same life as the heaven and the earth, and they live forever. Those who get the primordial creation ball will not only get the destiny of immortality, but also be destined to get the luck of the world.

For a moment, people's hearts fluttered.Some people say that the Great Master of Yandu is not a thing in the pool, and even if it seems like a joke now, it is not impossible for the Four Wonders to compete with the Central Plains in the long run.Some people also said that the rumors were spread under the orders of the Grand Master, and the purpose was to create momentum for him to dominate the whole territory in the future. It is really a wolf's ambition, and the Central Plains Wulin fears that something big will happen.More people gathered under the puppet show and looked up at the excitement on the platform, letting go of crying or laughing for a while, nothing is more important than filling their stomachs today.

Central Plains Wulin did not comment, and Yandu himself disappeared.

This gossip drifted into the ears of Gong Wuhou after many days, when he was helping Zhu Han to dig the crimson bead that had grown this year.

The fruit of Annatto is as red as blood and tears. It is a unique precious medicinal material and a holy product for healing in Yandu.In late autumn, the color is the brightest and the medicinal properties are the best, but it will wither after the morning frost, so it must be picked at night.And the stems are soft and can't withstand rough bumps.No matter how careful Zhu Han was, he would inevitably damage the roots when digging. Seeing the plump red fruits fall to the ground and rot immediately, his heart ached.His young master really couldn't bear his begging day and night, jumping feet and patting his thighs, so he asked to fetch medicine for him.

An extremely skilled swordsman naturally has force-exerting skills and techniques that outsiders cannot understand. With a small silver pick in his hand, he can take out those fragile fairy grasses by the roots in three or two strokes, without any muddy water.

Zhu Han was dumbfounded, and while he kept admiring, he waited with his young master's long hem in his red dress, talking about outside knowledge from time to time, and chatting to relieve boredom.

"...Zhu Han also heard people say that Yuansheng Fortune Ball is really so powerful?"

As soon as she heard the five words "Yuansheng Fortune Ball", Gong Wuhou lost her strength for no reason, and the sharp iron object was deflected, and it hit the fingertip of her right index finger.

At the beginning, I only felt a numbness in my fingers, and my heart muscle was affected by something, causing a severe pain.All the inherent bravery was swept away, leaving only a sly and gloomy coldness.

"Master?" Zhu Han looked at his empty eyes and called out hastily. Then he looked down and saw blood gushing from his paiyu-like hand. He couldn't help holding his hand and exclaimed, "Master! How did you get injured?" ?”

Only then did Gong Wuhou lower her head in a daze.The wound was cold, and the blood was warm, and the cruelty that could only be seen in the dark could not be overshadowed.

The heart beat faster and faster, and the ringing in the ears continued.Finally, when everything was about to snap, he spun around on the spot and turned into a long rainbow pulled up from the ground, heading west.