Brother, this showman

Xingyun Liushui Garden is very luxurious compared to ordinary theater gardens.

What I don't know is the other courtyard of a wealthy businessman. There is a small pond, rockery, red plums and green plants, everything you expect.

A high stage is set up in the middle of the spacious courtyard, and a row of viewing stands are built around the stage.

The viewing stage was already full of guests, and everyone stretched their necks to look up at the stage, bowing their heads and chatting with the people around them from time to time.

The servants of the Guo Mansion had been guarding the door early, and when they saw Ye Wenqing and the others approaching, they hurriedly greeted them warmly: "Several immortal masters come with you."

The three of them had just followed the servant to a quiet and elegant wing room along the flower corridor. The windows were wide open, facing the stage, with an excellent view and would not be disturbed by others.

Ye Wenqing was very satisfied, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a black shadow moving strangely in the corner of the stage.

"Is this about to start?" Ye Wenqing pointed to the black shadow curiously.

The boy was about to retreat, but when he heard Ye Wenqing's words, he stopped again, looked in the direction he pointed, and replied: "If you go back to the fairy master, the play will not start until you, there is still a while .That is Daoist Yun."

"Daoist Yun?" Ye Wenqing was slightly surprised, "Why is he staying there? Could it be that he is also on stage?"

The servant looked around, and then said in a low voice: "I don't know, I heard that the Goddess Temple was robbed a few days ago, and a treasure was lost. Daoist Yun has been talking about it for a few days, and his sanity is a little out of sorts." Clear, crying and laughing for a while. Everyone is also afraid of him and dare not approach him. They all say that if his mind is not clear, it will hurt people."

"I thought he wouldn't come tonight, but I didn't know he would come anyway." The servant sighed.

Yun Qing, who happened to be huddled by the stage, raised his head, his whole body was sloppy, his face was covered with something, it was pitch black, and there was a yellow lump at the corner of his mouth.The exposed hand was blown purple by the wind, but he didn't realize it, hugging his knee tightly, staring blankly at the ground.

A sense of decadence surrounded him.

Not long after the boy left, with the sound of the gong, amidst the endless calls of everyone, Huadan in a water-green gown moved lightly with lotus steps, pinched her orchid fingers, and babbled and sang.

Everyone in Qingshui Town can sing opera, from an 80-year-old lady to a three-year-old child. Their favorite is "Singing Goddess"

The boy gave them a brief description just now.

According to legend, this goddess was originally a princess of a country, and she voluntarily made a marriage for the peace of the country.On the day of the wedding, the leader of the enemy army came to greet the bride in person. In order to prevent the common people from being implicated by the flames of war, the princess set up an ambush early. After leaving the city, she died with the enemy leader. up.The common people were grateful to the princess, and spontaneously built a temple for her.

The story is so full of holes that it sounds so counterintuitive.

If Xu Qingyue was really so selfless, he would have consummated his merits and virtues long ago and reincarnated with peace of mind, so why would he appear here again.

The story can only be regarded as a story, just listen to it.

As soon as the third actor came out, there was an uproar in the audience, their faces were full of respect, and they all knelt and kowtowed.

The melon seeds in Ye Wenqing's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

The teacup in Song Jihua's hand fell directly on the table, and the splashed water wetted the back of his hand, and he said to himself, "It's kind of creepy."

"Is this the Goddess?" Feng Lianchen frowned slightly, "No, it's Xu Qingyue, the Seventh Princess of Liyang Kingdom."

The dan roles on the stage suddenly disappeared, the opera sound stopped suddenly, and the red light shrouded the roof for a long time, which lasted for a long time.

Ye Wenqing's pupils froze slightly, and he took out the Su Lian Fengshuang scroll from his sleeve. The light blue cover began to change, and a line of seal characters came into view, emitting a faint white light.

"Master Ye Immortal." Suddenly, a woman stood by the window sill, dressed in red, with a delicate face and playful eyes.

Feng Lianchen stepped forward to block Ye Wenqing behind, Wuming unsheathed three parts of his waist, his eyes were cold and stern.

"I knew you wouldn't listen to me." Xu Qingyue smiled without being annoyed.

"Then what are you talking about?" Ye Wenqing said, "Are you bored?"

"Yes." Xu Qingyue nodded, and stretched out his hand, "Su Lian Fengshuang Axis, give it to me."

"Didn't you give this to me yourself? You purposely used it to attract me. As you wished, I took it." Ye Wenqing hid the Sulian Fengshuang scroll behind his back, "Why are you going back now?"

"But Immortal Master Ye didn't put it on the roof as agreed with me, did he?" Xu Qingyue asked back, his red lips slightly raised.

"But I didn't agree to you." Ye Wenqing shrugged, "You think you are right."

Xu Qingyue's smile faltered, and he suddenly raised his hand to attack Feng Lianchen behind him, Wuming pulled out of the sheath, a cold light flashed by, but unexpectedly, the hand turned in a direction halfway, directly grabbed Song Jihua's neck, and lifted him into the air.

"Hey, no, I'm not ready for the sword yet!" Song Jihua struggled with his legs, his face flushed, "That's not how fighting is done, at least give people some time to prepare."

Xu Qingyue looked at Ye Wenqing and was about to speak, but he glanced at the figure at the corner of the wall from the corner of his eye, his eyes turned cold, and he quickly threw away Song Jihua.

Song Jihua was thrown by her with an ouch and bumped into Ye Wenqing directly.

Ye Wenqing was caught off guard by his pressure, and the Sulian Fengshuang scroll in his hand rolled out.

Xu Qingyue, who hadn't left yet, brightened his eyes, quickly snatched the Su Lian Fengshuang Axe, and then flew out of the house, with a burst of white light ignited at his fingertips, he quickly threw the Su Lian Fengshuang Axe into the air.

The action was done in one go, without any delay.

Ye Wenqing just watched the Su Lian Fengshuang axis being robbed, while the heavy Song Jihua was still on his body.

Before Song Jihua could cry out in pain, he was pulled up by Feng Lianchen by the collar, and then thrown away again.

"Senior brother." Feng Lianchen picked up Ye Wenqing and looked him up and down carefully, "Did he fall somewhere?" He said and groped him.

Ye Wenqing took a step back uncomfortably, and waved his hands: "It's okay, it's okay."

"Really all right?" Feng Lianchen looked at him worriedly.

Ye Wenqing couldn't stand Feng Lianchen like this, so he turned around in a circle: "Look, it's really all right."

"It's outside." Ye Wenqing pointed out the window, "Let's go out and have a look."

Ye Wenqing tapped his toes and jumped out of the window.

Xu Qingyue was sitting on the wall, resting his chin with one hand, his bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, and the luster was completely gone.

The Su Lian Fengshuang scroll was suspended in the air after being applied by her. The scroll slowly unfolded, and lively people jumped onto the stage one by one, and a special scene had already begun.

"Master Ye, my princess, please watch the show well." Xu Qingyue looked down at Ye Wenqing on the ground, curled his lips, and when he read the words, there were three points of arrogance and seven points of sarcasm, "Don't worry, don't worry." Harmful, just trying to correct those good stories."

Seeing that Xu Qingyue didn't look like a fake, Ye Wenqing simply turned back.

"Senior brother believes her?" Feng Lianchen asked in a low voice.

Ye Wenqing raised his sleeve to reveal a piece of limp talisman paper, and quietly pointed to the barrier beside the stage: "She used half of her cultivation to create this barrier of clarity, and it doesn't hurt anyone. Although she is a ghost , there is no shackle of merit on her body, so she should be transferred to reincarnation. Since she has an unfulfilled last wish, it doesn't matter if we take a look."

After Ye Wenqing said that, Feng Lianchen had no objection, and went back to the previous room with him.

Song Jihua had just climbed over the window with one foot when he saw the two people going back and forth, and asked in surprise, "Is it solved?"

"Let's watch the show first." Ye Wenqing slapped his leg hard with a fan, "Make way."

Song Jihua hugged his legs in pain, retreated into the room, and sat on the stool wheezing.

Ye Wenqing pulled a stool and leaned against the window, watching the movement on the stage with great interest.

Feng Lianchen was even worse, sitting next to Ye Wenqing, with all kinds of snacks in hand, serving Ye Wenqing like a conscientious servant.

Song Jihua: "..."

Does it mean that people after double cultivation will not pay attention to other people's eyes?

"How dare you, a lowly girl, call me a sister with this princess? You don't even look at yourself in the mirror. Where are you from? Princess, does the emperor know you?"

"Hey, what kind of mirror, where does she have a mirror? I'm afraid she is someone who doesn't even know what a mirror is."

"Hahahaha, that's right, that's right, I almost forgot, I heard that yesterday she saw the crabs left in the imperial dining room, and she cried in fright, saying that the insects were not edible, I laughed so hard."

"It's unbearably vulgar, even worse than the servants around this princess."

……

A group of gorgeously dressed women pointed around a thin gray-clothed woman, abused them wantonly, and even raised their hands from time to time.

From the immature face of the gray-clothed woman, it can be seen that it is Xu Qingyue, even with a disheveled face and a quail clothes, it is difficult to conceal her demeanor.

"Do you still have the guts to cry?" The woman in yellow glared at her displeasedly, "Hold it for me, princess! If I hear you cry again, do you believe it or not and throw you into this pond?"

Hearing this, Xu Qingyue shrank back, buried her head between her knees, desperately suppressed her crying, and shook her head from time to time.

"Who gave you the guts to talk to the tenth princess like that?" The palace man next to the woman in yellow grabbed Xu Qingyue's hair and forced her to raise her head.

"Qingyan." Xu Qingyue shouted timidly with red eyes.

Xu Qingyan slapped her with his hands again: "Do you dare to say that what the princess told you is all in vain?"

"It really is a fool with a short memory!" Xu Qingyan sneered, and rudely pulled Xu Qingyue and dragged her to the pool next to her, pressing her head into the water, "How dare you, a bitch of a court girl What is the name of this princess? You have been standing like a dog for a long time, and you really think of yourself as a human being? Since your mind is not bright, you should wash it well and stop thinking about it all day long. "

Xu Qingyue supported the ground with his hands and struggled, but his hands were tightly held by the palace people, and his beautiful face sank directly into the water.

The feeling of suffocation aroused Xu Qingyue's desire to survive, he kept waving his wrists, and finally broke free from the restraints, gritted his teeth and pushed Xu Qingyue away, then ran away.

Xu Qingyan was almost pushed into the water by her, and now the fire in his heart rose up like oil poured on it.

"Presumptuous!" Xu Qingyan said angrily, "Give her to my princess to stop her!"

Xu Qingyue was quickly taken down, and was escorted to Xu Qingyan again by the palace servants.

"Do you still dare to run?" Xu Qingyan raised his lips, took the wooden stick handed over by the palace man, and hit her hard on the leg, "Have courage."

"Ah!" Xu Qingyue knelt on the ground, his body began to tremble due to the pain.

Xu Qingyan hit harder and harder, his eyes shone with excitement, and his men's movements became more and more ruthless.

Xu Qingyue collapsed on the ground, trying to protect his head and stomach, but in the end he didn't protect any of them, and lay dying.

"If you continue to fight, she will die." A gentle male voice sounded, "Qingyan, you have reached the age to discuss marriage, so don't ruin your reputation."