[Stuff stuff, everything].

The white fire statue told Du Shot, Du Shot was overjoyed, thinking that he had this treasure a long time ago, how could he lose that tens of millions of treasures last time?

But since ancient times, there has been no perfect good thing in the world, and this is no exception.

The white fire statue said: "I have said first, there is a price to pay for using this thing, you should listen carefully." ”

Du Shot tightly clutched the spirit bag and listened to the white fire statue tell the story.

The Soul Bag is given to Du Jie by the White Fire Statue to use at will, but every time Du Gun opens the Trick, he must hand over a [Luck Coin].

Twenty-four pins of luck lotus, each bloom produces twenty-four lotus petals, each petal can be turned into a fortune coin, and not all of the twenty-four petals belong to Du Shot.

The White Fire Statue was distributed according to the golden ratio, in a 15-to-9 manner, and each time he gave fifteen Qi Luck Coins, and he collected the remaining nine.

In addition, every time Du Shot opens a Trick, he must spend one Qi Luck Coin.

From the point of view of the White Fire Statue, spending a Qi Luck Coin just in exchange for something like dust in the world is simply a great waste.

But Du Archery is a mortal, and what he loves is mortal.

Now that he has such an ungodly bag, Du Jie immediately has a mind to move, but he is penniless at the moment, and he can't pay for the Qi Luck Coin needed to open the bag.

Fortunately, the White Fire Statue promised him that he could advance the number of fifteen openings in advance, which also corresponded to the number of Qi Luck Coins that Du Shot could obtain this time.

This time, it can be said that everything is ready, and Du Gun has made up his mind that he must make a big profit in the next other world.

Therefore, Du Gun embarked on a second otherworldly adventure.

......

Warring States, Qidu Yingqiu.

In the magnificent palace, on the grand hall, three hundred musicians hold the pipe, kneel on the brocade carpet, sometimes shake their heads, sometimes shake their bodies, ups and downs, emotional and forgetful, the wonderful wind music is performed by these three hundred people to the fullest, as if the sound of nature, the king of Qi Xuan who sits in the high hall listens to it as if he is fascinated, still in the clouds.

However, at this time, in the team of three hundred people, there was a gentleman with a fine face who suddenly seemed to have woken up from a big dream.

He looked around, puzzled, and at the same time shocked by the scene of the hundred people playing in unison.

Fortunately, the people around him were all immersed in the playing, and no one noticed that the gentleman just now instantly disappeared into glowing dust, and then instantly returned to his original state, and no one noticed his small movements after that.

After observing for a moment, the gentleman hurriedly sat upright, picked up the stick in his hand, and carefully learned from the people around him, pretending to shake it.

Mr. is naturally Du Shot, but now he is not called Du Shot, but should be called Nan Guo Shishi.

But in private, let's call Du Shot, he can't get used to other names for a while.

Du Shu maintained an appearance of peace while thinking about his situation in his head.

The scene here reminds Du Jie of an ancient text, the content of the ancient text is an allusion, this allusion is the well-known [indiscriminate filling], which tells the story of people who have no real talent and real learning to mix in experts and earn benefits with shoddy goods.

Obviously, Du Jie has now become the shoddy Mr. Nan Guo.

However, with his shrewd mind, Mr. Nan Guo has indeed lived a few years of nourishing life, as long as Du shoots the gourd and paints the scoop, the future period should be peaceful.

Sure enough, Du Jie soon discovered Mr. Nan Guo's cleverness, and he stuffed the beans into the pipe, so that if he couldn't breathe, he wouldn't make a sound.

Du Shot sighed in his heart that Mr. Nan Guo was shrewd, only learning movements, he couldn't devote himself, it seemed that three points were true and seven points were false, but if he really blows, he can invest in his feelings, and he can also fully integrate into the ensemble.

If you want to really blow it, you can't let the pipe make a sound, and the only way to plug the orchestra is to plug it.

Du Shot personally experienced, blowing or not blowing, the truth is far from the same, so he also followed Mr. Nan Guo, blowing hard, carefully feeling the rhythm, and slowly adapting, blowing breath and body movements into one, and reached the superb realm of fake and real.

It didn't take a pillar of incense to shoot, and Du Shot was already at ease.

At this time, Du Jie shook and played, his eyes were open, and he wandered around this magnificent hall with his eyes.

King Qi Xuan of the high position of the main hall sits in the north and faces south, while the three hundred musicians are divided into two groups, east and west, and in the middle are more than a dozen beauties wearing long skirts and waving their sleeves and dancing.

At a glance, more than a dozen beauties are almost identical, with their heads in fairy buns, uniform clothing, jade-faced bee waists, graceful figures, in the sound of beautiful music, their bodies are light and elegant, and they are very beautiful when they tiptoe, and the soft posture shown by the long-sleeved and thin waist is more like the wind blowing willows, such as weaving poetry.

The sound is like wine, the dance is like a fairy, and unconsciously, Du Shot is a little intoxicated.

At this time, one of the pipes in his hand couldn't hold it and fell, Du Shot woke up, and cold sweat instantly covered his body.

Glancing at King Qi Xuan, who was high above, he saw that he was resting his head on his arm and pretending to sleep sideways, Du Shot breathed a sigh of relief.

In the feudal period, the ruler was power-monstrous, and he could treat human life as a mustard, and Du Shot was really afraid of being found to be negligent and slack, and he would be deceived by the monarch.

Thinking of the fear, Du shot a spirit, quickly straightened his posture, and continued to pretend..... Ah no, it's a breathless blow that continues to be physically and mentally engaged.

At this time, looking at Du Jue's tone, if it really looks like that, anyone will think that he is not bad.

A piece of court ritual music, which was blown by three hundred musicians, was a lingering sound, and it is estimated that this beautiful and majestic music can be heard outside the palace.

After one chapter was blown, the next chapter ushered in the climax, Du Shot opened his eyes, and saw that the rest of the musicians' bodies were undulating and changing, and he also followed the rhythm, and at the same time puffed out his cheeks, holding Zhu and shaking his head, his face turned red.

Suddenly, Du Shot, who was blowing into his mouth, felt a burst of transparency, and at the same time, a harsh and out-of-tune sound came out out of place.

Du shot instantly pinched his breath and held his breath.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the person in front of Du Shot suddenly shouted and got up, shrank up and scratched on his back, and finally found a bean.

When Du Jie saw it, his face changed suddenly.

At the same time, the man's reaction woke up King Qi Xuan, who was sleeping pretendingly, King Qi Xuan was startled, and the rest of the musicians who were playing also stopped.

Le Zheng saw that King Qi Xuan was frightened, and he hurriedly stepped forward to ask for guilt: "The king is angry, the king is angry!" ”

After appeasing King Qi Xuan, Le Zheng hurriedly turned around and asked, "Who is this?" Who's who's there to be noisy? ”

The person who screamed just now immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Lord Qiyu, it's a strange sound blown by Mr. Nan Guo." ”

Du Jie's eyes widened, and then his bones turned sharply, and he retorted with a finger of his backhand: "My lord, it is clear that he screamed for no reason and disturbed the king." ”

The man bites: "It's a strange sound he blows." ”

Du Shot asked rhetorically: "Then why are the three gentlemen behind me and the left and right unharmed, but you are like a fried chicken, jumping three feet at once?" ”

The man trembled and searched for words, and then he saw the beans on the ground.

Du Jie's eyes shrank, and then he realized that several beans had rolled out of his pipe, if this was said by that person, wouldn't everything be a goof?

The man: "Adult, villain because ......"

Without waiting for the man to finish speaking, Du Shot hurriedly threw himself to the ground and shouted: "King Qiyu, the villain knows his mistakes, but the villain is excusable!" ”