"Zhu Hong" - Chapter 27 Ventriloquism

Citation: The end of the micro is not small, it is the luck of the old people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky is already shining, and today, the emperor's lingering illness is still unsafe, and the court is not on duty with Shen, so he has no other plans if he has something in his heart.

At this time, a family member came in and whispered, "Master." Then he stepped forward and whispered.

"Please come in."

A majestic figure came in outside, which seemed to block the light shadow of half of the room, and he saw the brocade paper on the small square table on the couch at a glance, and looked at the inscription: "Sure enough." ”

At that time, the family had withdrawn and immediately talked to He Shen, and the night patrol outside did not really hear it, but the breath in the voice gradually rose. Although it was not a quarrel, He Shen and this person disagreed. After a while, the man walked away.

He Shen quickly calmed down his breath and ordered his family to have morning tea, thinking: He Lin, a friend, is rare in the army. The soldier said treacherously, which one of the soldiers is not a belly of flowers, otherwise how can he win the battle? It's like people in this world say that they treat each other with all their hearts, but it's not that men don't scold girls and don't go to bed, how can there be so much spring and snow? Thinking about it, I couldn't help but look at the courtyard next to me and sighed, if it wasn't for the thoughts, what was the point of doing that.

After slowly filling his hunger, He Shen made a gesture, and soon held a wooden box next to him, and opened it to have a silver mask, on which the tiger stripes were soft and elegant. He Shen took it into his arms, ordered someone to prepare the car, and he went to the back to talk to his wife Feng until dawn before going out.

Minamijo is one of the busiest places in Kyoto. Today, it is indeed a little deserted under the factory bridge, and it turns out that the six unique artists in Nancheng gathered to cheer for the famous characters of Lin Shengban. The leader is Wei Yun, who is a shadow puppet lamp, who is said to have been born under a giant tree, and his mother gave him this name when she looked at the treetops like clouds. Wei Yun said to his friend who was begging for a living today that he wanted to compare the "battle longboard" he played with the famous role of Lin Sheng's class.

Lin Shengban's theater building is also two floors as usual, the first floor is for the people, and the second floor is for the wealthy. There were only three scenes in the morning, and the total was only an hour. Zhao Yun's performance in Changbanpo won a lot of applause, and his superb kung fu is on the top of the row in Kyoto.

Seeing that the horse gun beheaded General Cao, he didn't want to take off the gun in his hand and flew up to a private hall on the second floor in a blink of an eye.

The sound of the inverted color fell, and the spear flew down in a flash, nailing the little student to the stage. Seeing the blood stains oozing from the barrel of the gun, everyone in the theater was stunned and instantly became confused.

In the private room, there stood a silver-covered guest, as well as a family member and a scholar. The three of them didn't panic, and stood there watching the people in the theater run around.

There were people in the theater who watched the three of them remain silent, and some people wanted to rush out of the building, so they had to take action. The white light in the crowd flickered, and people kept falling, and suddenly someone around them continued the drama, if it was in the long street outside Lin Shengban, it seemed that this "Changban Slope" had never been broken, and there was still a group of cheers inside.

There were more than 30 people in the building in an instant, except for the three people in the private hall, there were Lin Shengban's plays, running halls, and spectators from all walks of life......

Many people saw that the three people were about to surround them if they didn't move, and the three people also went out of the hall and went downstairs, but there were people coming up to intercept each step of the more than ten steps, and the family and the boy seemed to have silver wheels on their hands, and the future people repelled one after another, and four or five people were injured in the hands of the two and couldn't see it.

Many people fell down in the aisle of this staircase, some of them were wearing brocade, which shows that the disaster of the pond fish cannot be avoided. The silver-faced man shook his head and sighed, and walked over, not wanting to suddenly wave his hand and spill a black light, and the family boy blocked it with his body, and there were still two or three black rays hitting the back of the silver-faced man.

The silver-faced man snorted, his body shook, and a little silver flew out of his sleeve and nailed it into the throat of the man on the ground. The silver-faced man never stopped, and with every swing someone fell. The others waited for the silver-faced man to make a move, but they didn't know where he was hit, and more than ten people were knocked down in an instant, and the people in the building were nearly half less in a moment. They simply rushed up, desperately spilling a black glow, and the three of them blocked many sharp weapons from hitting their bodies.

The three of them suddenly shook their bodies, and six figures appeared around them, and some of the people in the building shouted softly: "Nine lives." ”

The six figures scattered to kill everyone, and the family boy only stayed by the silver-faced man. The silver-faced man took out a brocade paper from his bosom, lit it on a wind lamp beside him, and threw it at a silk curtain in the corner. The silk curtain immediately ignited, and all parts of this Lin Sheng class were obviously soaked in clear oil, and they had already been discovered by the silver-faced people. Everyone in the building simply set fire around, and there was no doubt that they would end up together.

Lin Shengban's fire was indeed smoking, waiting for the long street outside to see the flames overflowing in the building, and there was already a sea of fire upstairs and downstairs inside.

For a moment, only the silver-faced man who had sat down in the center was left, and the two gray-clothed figures pressed Wei Yun to sit in front of him, and the family boy and the others fell to the ground without breath.

There were still all kinds of singing and cheering voices coming out of Wei Yun's mouth, but the sound was gradually astringent, and the red oozing from his body was like the black water of the silver-faced man.

The silver-faced man looked at the leader of the six peers in Kyoto, and there was ridicule and sigh in his eyes: I only learned today that this person is also a golden vein. Is this the case with the golden vein? Yes, they live, and so it is. With a wave of his hand, a silver light flew by.

2017.3.20