Hu Kui was afraid that the two of them would scream and alarm the people nearby, so he continued to pick up the stone and smashed it hard.

The two shouted for help, but unfortunately no one came in the wilderness, even if it was the people nearby, they originally heard the movement and planned to see the excitement, but when they heard the two people crying for help, "Killed!" "Someone is going to stone us Xianbei people to death!" "Come and help, the bounty is a thousand taels!" On the contrary, they didn't dare to come, one is that the people are afraid of getting into trouble, and the other is that when they hear that it is a Xianbei person asking for help, then die and die, it is a good thing to be happy, why bother to save it.

Hu Kui threw dozens of heavy stones, and the two of them fell into the mud, and their bodies were pressed by the stones, and gradually their whole bodies fell into the mud.

The three bodies sank under the mud, with only a few stones pressed against them, and there was no sign of anything else, and everything returned to its original calm and messy appearance.

Hu Kui collapsed to the ground, his arms were so sore from throwing stones that he couldn't lift them, so he could only lie quietly on the ground with his whole body.

After a long time, he cursed in his mouth: "Fuck, it's dangerous!"

When Ling Yun saw the three big men being stoned to death, he turned off the water mirror, and a puddle of water fell on the ground, he had already experienced many life and death, and it was still a little difficult to watch the whole process calmly for this tragic death shape, and said in his heart: "I thought that Hu Kui was just a gentleman, but I didn't expect that he still had some ability, although his martial arts were low, but his reaction and brain were not bad, in the end, he inherited the same gene as Hu Shao." ”

Thinking of Hu Shao, Ling Yun couldn't help but lose her mind, I don't know where she is now, do you still hate herself?

A joke from the audience brought him back to reality, and a big drama had already begun on the stage.

A famous singer dressed in plain Buddha clothes, with a touch of sorrow between his eyebrows, seemed to have infinite grievances, paced lotus steps, and walked onto the stage.

The reason why this celebrity was originally named Meng Peiqing, everyone in the audience knows it, and they have been admiring it for a long time, and the reason why they are gathered together today is not only to hear about Mei Niang's redemption auction to see the excitement, but also partly because of the invitation to this famous actor in the south, this person is so famous, how good the drama should be, people can't help but yearn for it.

Not only that, about Meng Peiqing, the audience all knew that he had made a lot of trouble in the city, I heard that Meng Mingling's hobbies were different from ordinary people, he didn't like femininity and masculine, he was good at male style, and attracted a bunch of good nobles in Longyang to tout, and someone actually bought up the spices of the entire Xianmen Mansion for him, and pulled eighteen carts of large boxes, which were piled up in the theater where Meng Mingling was located - Nanchun Terrace.

However, Meng Mingling has a withdrawn and cold personality, and has never refused to bow his head to the powerful, although the spices are good, but unfortunately the owner of the incense is a gentleman with a full belly of straw bags, and he never knows what to do, only known for his beautiful appearance, and his heart is moved, he must chase after him to kiss Fang Ze, Meng Mingling naturally has no interest in him.

Meng Peiqing let Naqi's incense permeate the whole city, closed the door to thank the guests, and slept under the quilt until dusk. Under the persuasion of his subordinates, he had no choice but to give up, but he had already alarmed the whole city, and if he took the spices back or sold them or pushed them away, it would be extremely embarrassing, and he didn't want to be regarded as a stingy person.

In desperation, I had to endure the pain and pour all the eighteen carts of spices into the creek adjacent to Nanchuntai, and the water was cut off, and now the stream can still smell the smoky fragrance.

Later, many people mentioned this incident in person, and sighed that Meng Mingling regarded money as dung, you must know that it is a spice comparable to gold, it is eighteen cars, I am afraid that at least a few thousand taels of gold will be thrown away in vain.

"There is a kind of person in the world, just like the aroma, smoked badly, thinking that it is incense, but I don't know that the aroma is strong, it is the smell, the stronger the smell, the more smelly, but the faint incense is elegant, this kind of person stinks, even if the hands are presented with gold and silver, there is no need to get, not to mention that you want me to stay with me to change, life is better than death. Meng Peiqing said lightly.

Everyone knew that if there was no support from the person behind him, the person who could take out a few thousand taels of gold and throw it away would casually ask for the life of a lowly ninth-rate actor.

"Cutting hair is pitiful for Nishi, and the Zen lamp sleeps with slaves. Time is easy to pass and urge people to grow old, and live up to the youth and beautiful boys. After reciting a poem, the voice was low and tactful, sad and pitiful, and the audience was silent.

"Xiao Ni, Zhao's family, the legal name is empty. Since childhood, he has been a monk in Xiantao Nunnery, burning incense and chanting Buddha all day long; Continuing to read a confession, Mingling lowered her eyebrows, there seemed to be a thousand pity in her eyes, waved the floating dust in her hand, turned her back to the audience, and in the silence, it seemed that a big Buddha on the stage was sitting silently, and the nun was facing the big Buddha, but she did not chant but Sifan.

The famous lady finally opened her mouth and sang: "The little nun is twenty-eight years old,

was young, and was cut by the master.

Every day, incense is burned in the Buddha hall for water

......

I was born with many diseases,

Therefore, the slave family was rounded up in the empty gate to live for the nun.

......

The slave is a female Jiao'e, not a man.

Why is the waist yellow silk and wearing a straight embellished?

Seeing other couples, a pair of brocade wears Luo

......

From now on, keep the bell and drum tower Buddha hall away, but,

Go down the hill and look for one,

By him beating me, scolding me, speaking of me, laughing at me,

I don't want to become a Buddha......"

After singing a song, the aftermath lingered, the famous singer turned around lightly, looked back, smiled and smiled, and there was not only the satisfaction of saying goodbye to the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, but also the longing for the joy of the world, and the sad color of the first stage was suddenly swept away.

Step by step, the audience came back to their senses from the aftersound, and a burst of cheers resounded through the roof like thunder.

Shi Gui sat in the first row, smiling, looking at the back of the famous lady, his heart was full of joy, holding a fan in his hand, and he couldn't stop clapping.

Wu Yicun squinted at Shi Gui's happy smile, his expression suddenly relaxed, followed Shi Gui's movements, raised his hands and applauded violently, the degree of enthusiasm was far greater than that of Shi Gui himself.

The little nun should have devoted herself to the Buddha and recited the scriptures while knocking on the wooden fish, how could she have a vulgar heart and think of a man, isn't this a great rebellion? But this play is lascivious but not lewd, glamorous but not vulgar, although it is called Sifan, it is thinking about feelings rather than desires. This play has extremely high requirements for singing and workmanship, Pei Qing single-handedly works, from beginning to end, it is all a one-man show, but it makes the audience concentrate and indulge in it, there are no distractions, no noise, and no cheers, which is fascinating, it is really amazing!"

Wu Yicun had a flattering smile on his face, bowed his waist to listen, almost knelt on the ground, and kept nodding his head and praised: "What Gongzi said is extremely true! Not only is Meng Gongzi's singing skills first-class, but Gongzi's appreciation is also a must. ”。

The spectator next to him said: "This guy's sycophant kung fu can be regarded as a must, and it can be called a three-hundred-hundred-trick." ”

Shi Gui enjoyed Wu Yicun's words very much, waving a fan, and his face was full of pride.