Keep reminiscing. The Demon Sect Leader, who was bent on fighting the bandit leader, rode a horse and wandered slowly. A sword, a horse, a black robe, a demon sect leader who doesn't know the way, lost in a place he doesn't know.

I came to Changning by mistake, as if a hillbilly had entered the city. Meng Zhuoyin still knows this place, there is a Xiaoyao Pavilion, which sounds a bit like that, but it is very popular. Meng Zhuoyin walked into the Xiaoyao Pavilion, and everyone recognized the Demon Sect Leader at a glance.

"I want to see it for a long time, too." Meng Zhuoyin was a little more normal. "Sit down, sit down." "Hmm." Heh, sure enough, he is still the beloved leader of the Demon Cult.

"I didn't come to read when I was sick today, so let's tell us an interesting anecdote." "The Sect Master will tell you about it." "Is the owner of the building going to get married?" "Is it true that the owner of the building was injured yesterday?" "The master of the building is riding on the snow white and a little boy." Balabala is all the same, the owner of the door, the owner of the door, the owner of the door.

The Demon Sect Leader was not happy. Therefore, the big mouth exaggerated and praised the owner of the building, and chewed the root of Lou Qinglin's tongue fiercely. "That's right." "Yes, Master." "The master of the building limped to the Demon Sect in a red suit and cried to me. His leg was badly injured and wrapped in multiple layers of gauze, as if it was crippled. ”

"Is the owner of the building broken?" "What the hell is going on?" "I don't know if I hear me slowly." "The owner of the building went out for a walk in the flower field and met a group of bandits." "Are they the ones who crippled the owner of the building?" "Yes." "The bandit who can hurt the owner of the building, it is really the grass bandit gang by the Qingqing River." "That's right, that's right."

"And then, Master." "After the owner of the building desperately left, he met Rong Rong, and Rong Rong helped the owner of the building to wipe the medicine and bandage." "Rong Rong sounds like a girl's house."

"Yes, Miss Rongrong." "Miss Rong Rong is the landlord's wife." "Yes." "Let's talk about it, Sect Master." "The main thing in this sect is to beat up the bandits." "The sect leaders are all going to avenge the lord of the building." "Follow me if you have kung fu." "Yes, avenge the owner of the building." Meng Zhuoyin, who had a big mouth and was very happy, led the horse to wander around and passed by a theater garden.

"Comfortable." Meng Zhuoyin looked at the plaque in the opera garden. "It's so comfortable, this sect leader likes it." The Demon Cult Leader forgot about beating the bandit leader.

Meng Zhuoyin sat in the corner listening to the play and asked for a pot of tea and two plates of snacks. The shopkeeper hurriedly served him snacks and poured tea. A roar on the stage startled the shopkeeper, and his hand slipped and the tea spilled on Meng Zhuoyin's robe.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "How..." Meng Zhuoyin looked at the shopkeeper, with a small goose egg face, heroic sword eyebrows, and a red fluttering little face. The old tree of the Demon Sect Leader, who has been lonely for many years, blooms with new flowers.

"Be careful." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The shopkeeper hurriedly took a handkerchief and wiped it for Meng Zhuo. "It doesn't matter." "Master, you are really a good person, don't scold people."

The shopkeeper looked at Meng Zhuoyin with emotion. "You're interesting." "Interesting?" The shopkeeper looked at Meng Zhuoyin puzzled. "In this opera garden, the actors are not just singing operas." "What do you mean?" The shopkeeper was puzzled. "It's fine." This is a child, I don't know anything, I look so good at how dangerous it is in the theater garden, and I was accidentally sold into a small restaurant.

"How can you be a shopkeeper in the opera garden at a young age." "I make money, and I like to listen to music." "Lack of money? Shall I give you some? "This can't be done, big brother, we don't know each other." "What do you want to do?" "Is there a place where you can make money and listen to music?" "That's right." "Otherwise."

"Ah, patronizing and chatting with your eldest brother, the tea hasn't been served at the other table yet." "What's your name?" "Xiao Longwang." "My name is Meng Zhuoyin." There was still some movement on the stage, but there was silence off the stage. Meng Zhuoyin? Demon Cult Master. "The sect leader has chartered the venue." “。。。。。。” Crackling, everyone rushed out.

"Tea... Here it comes? Xiao Longwang looked at the empty theater garden. "Charter, shop boy pours tea." "Yes, Brother Meng." "Don't stain my robes again." The Demon Sect Leader grinned. "Don't make fun of me." Xiao Longwang wrinkled his nose and was a little embarrassed.

"Sing well to Meng Ye." The owner of the opera garden walked away in a gloomy manner. "Don't you like to listen to music, sit down." "Thank you, Brother Meng." "You don't know me?" "I don't know rich people." Xiao Long looked at Meng Zhuoyin. "Not a local?" "It's a prodigal son." Xiao Longwang, who watched the small picture book and listened to the drama too much, sighed.

"How old are you?" "Seventeen." "I don't know what the actors in the opera garden do besides singing." "I don't know." "Come here." Meng Zhuoyin waved his hand. "Well, Brother Meng." Xiao Long looked closer to Meng Zhuoyin. The two men whispered in their ears.

"Got it? Longwang. "Ming, understood." Xiao Longwang, who was ignorant, blushed. "You can like to listen to music, but you can't want to make a drama." "I won't." "It's so good-looking, be careful." "Don't scare me, Brother Meng." "Eat a piece of mung bean cake to suppress the shock." "Okay." Xiao Longwang obediently nibbled on mung bean cake.

Meng Zhuoyin looked at Xiao Longwang, who was as well-behaved as a rabbit, and sighed with emotion. If I hadn't come to this theater, such a simple, honest and really good-looking man would definitely be bullied.

"From now on, I will come to the garden every day to protect you." "Brother Meng?"

"Make a friend? Longwang. "Well, good confidant." In this way, the sect leader began to prepare for the first preparation for the pursuit of Xiao Longwang. Xiao Longwang likes to listen to music, and he has money to make money, but he doesn't know anything about singing. This preparation is eighteen days.

In fact, looking for someone to teach him to sing, the master was looking for a week, and the leader of the Demon Sect brought people back to the Demon Sect every day, and the ghosts in the Demon Sect cried wolves. The cry was the owner of the opera garden who was knocked out by Meng Zhuoyin and dragged back. It was the Demon Cult Leader who opened his voice. The reason is very simple, no one dares to come to teach the Demon Sect leader to sing. Under the influence of the Demon Sect Leader's love, there was finally a crazy actor who sang and sang and went crazy, and agreed to Meng Zhuoyin. This is how the Demon Sect Leader began his journey to learn to sing.

"The Sect Master is starting to go out early and return late." "What's wrong with the sect leader?" "The sect leader is getting more and more abnormal." "Why does the sect leader want to set up a stage?" This is the thirteenth day that Meng Zhuoyin has learned to sing. On the fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth days, they all forgot to sleep and eat, standing on the stage and babbling and singing. Based on the observation of this half month, the people in black came to a conclusion. Their leader is crazy. On the eighteenth day, the men in black got together for a meeting. The opening scene appeared.