The grandfather and grandson performed so hard and said so miserably that everyone spontaneously took out the money and threw it on the gong placed on the ground. After a while, a small mountain of paper was piled up.

Seeing this, the old man smiled, and the depression just now was swept away.

Tang Wanyue covered her mouth and exclaimed, but she couldn't figure out why this was so, her eyes looked at the fat man, hoping that he would explain.

The fat man was embarrassed, and he secretly pushed me with his elbow, hoping that I would relieve him.

I secretly laughed in my heart that he didn't have diamonds, don't do porcelain work, this can't be pretended.

I coughed lightly and said it was an illusion. Illusion is an interesting folk skill in ancient times, it is a little similar to magic, can be transformed into an amazing phenomenon through certain skills, since the Eastern Han Dynasty, illusion is very popular, especially in the Tang Dynasty, illusion is to become a palace performance project, there are many well-known illusion programs at that time, such as changing people with a stick, cutting off the head to recover, climbing the rope to escape the air, and so on.

From 729 AD, during the first century of the Tang Dynasty, Chinese acrobatics began to spread eastward to Japan, including the illusions of the Tang Dynasty. Nowadays, there are Tang Dynasty illusion performances in the ancient paintings preserved in Shosoin Temple, reflecting the profound influence of Tang Dynasty illusion on Japan.

It's a pity that today, the first-class illusion is gradually declining, and most of the projects performed are lost, and today I am also lucky to witness the lost illusion of beheading restoration in the poor countryside.

Tang Wanyue was amazed when she heard it, and said with a smile that the things handed down by our ancestors are really powerful, but unfortunately a lot of them have been lost, otherwise today you can still see the prosperous style of the Tang Dynasty in the past.

As I spoke, I suddenly remembered the past, Zhang Yuhua, the head of the capital that day, committed suicide in fear of sin, could it also be a trick like illusion? His old monk master fled and his whereabouts are unknown, which is a mystery in the end.

I groaned, the old man said something in his mouth, took a bowl of water and took a sip, sprayed it on the neck of the beheaded young man, and shouted: "Go!

According to normal illusions, the boy's head will return at this point.

However, the old man drank seven or eight times in a row, and the young man's severed head had not yet recovered, and blood slowly flowed out of his neck, which had no blood. Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, wondering if the old man had failed in his performance and really beheaded his grandson.

The old man's face broke out in a bean-sized cold sweat, wiped it with his hand, forced him to calm down, made a big salute to the Quartet, and said loudly: "The old man has just arrived in your place, Siliu doesn't understand, if there are any irregularities, please bear with me." The carving insect trick I performed was just an illusion to coax people to play, just to eat, and I asked the master to raise his noble hand, let me go, and let me finish the performance, otherwise my grandson's life will hang! Please! If the master is willing to let the villain go, he would rather honor you with all the money he gets today! Please! ”

The audience looked at each other, not knowing what confusion this old man had made, let alone what he said about being a master.

Tang Wanyue opened her mouth, intending to ask. I lowered my voice and said, I don't know who this old man has offended, and that person is stumbling on him.

The old man looked around, but no one had lost his head, and after several attempts, he still could not recover from his original state, and the blood on the young man's neck became more and more flowing, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

At this time, someone saw the clue, saying that the old man would not perform and kill people, so he wanted to run away. Some people even want to call the police.

The old man smiled bitterly, and couldn't argue: "Everyone, I am such a grandson, how could I kill him, it was a master in the audience who suppressed me." Give me a little more time, and I'll be fine right away. ”

When everyone saw that there were so many people in themselves, they thought that the old man would not be able to run anywhere, so they reluctantly agreed.