Old Madam Bai stared roundly, and sighed continuously.

"Oh, my good grandson." She slapped Gao Xiaoliu's arm hard, "This is really scary, look at it."

Gao Xiaoliu was watching, but not at the golden dragon head swaying high above, but staring hard at the swirling clouds, the woman holding a high pole loomed in the clouds, her smiling face and dancing mask, and her smile became more and more weird against the backdrop of the fire-breathing golden dragon's head.

It's scary.

But somehow familiar.

Ah Mei covered her eyes with her hands, and couldn't help but peek through her fingers, the golden dragon was not to be looked at, and the person holding the high pole and wearing the mask was also not to be looked at.

The golden dragon seems to fall from the sky, and she is like an immortal of the dragon.

It's just that this immortal's clothes are somewhat familiar.

How is it a bit like Ah Xiu?

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......

"A dragon dance that moves on its own?"

Chen Shi, who was squatting on the flowing water seat and eating and drinking, lit up when he heard this.

"How do you move on your own?"

The visitor gestured: "Just a high pole, holding up a dragon's body, can breathe fire, can shake the head, can chirping."

Chen Shi held the chicken leg and thought, "Then this person will have a lot."

"And, he's really crazy." The visitor said, taking a big sip of the tea on the table, "Guess what she said after she won?"

Chen Shi took a bite of the chicken leg: "Say, you are all wastes to die, right?"

The person who came almost choked on a sip of tea, coughed repeatedly, and waved his hand: "That madness is still your madness, that young lady is more polite than you."

......

......

But to put it mildly, the meaning is actually pretty much the same.

"What did you say?"

Behind the stage, he looked around the golden dragon and looked at the excited craftsman, looking at the woman in front of him in disbelief.

As soon as the woman got off the stage, many craftsmen came around, and the owner of the golden dragon, the craftsman surnamed Wu and nicknamed the Golden Dragon Dance, admitted defeat calmly and expressed his admiration for the woman's skills.

But the woman said something that made everyone think they had misheard.

She had a mask on her face, she couldn't see clearly, and her voice was muffled because of something.

"If you admit defeat, please leave." Again, she said, "If you lose, you're not qualified to be here."

They really heard it right, this young lady was actually chasing people.

"This young lady, this is not good." Some people say, "Gather ......"

"Isn't everyone here to compete for the head?" The smiley mask interrupted him, "Since it is the election of the head, then the loser leaves, the winner stays, and the one who stays to the end is naturally the head."

Her smiling mask slowly turned, and her gaze swept over those present.

"The rest of you are the same, I will compete with you, and if you lose to me, please leave."

As night fell, the people and the Bai family dispersed, and the hall in the front yard was still lively, even more lively than a few days ago.

"Did the man really say that?"

"It's crazy, isn't it?"

"It's normal, not all craftsmen are like this, they are all crazy."

"Oh, don't worry, this knight, this craftsman will also compare with you, and then we can see which of you is more crazy."

The hall was buzzing, talking about the same thing.

Not everyone was present when the craftsmen competed, and they were shocked when they heard the description afterwards, but they felt that it was normal, most of the people in the ink door were people with unique skills, and it was inevitable that they would be arrogant.

"It's never a problem to be arrogant, we are still virtuous, the problem is that she is expelling her fellow disciples." Someone said that he slammed the tea bowl in his hand on the table, "This kind of person has such a heart, how can he have the slightest love and mutual benefit, let alone the master, he is not worthy of the same door."

This remark also attracted a lot of approval, and many people stood up to ask.

"Who is this man, stand up!"

The people in the hall looked around.

"I don't need to look for it, I'm still competing with others." One replied.

It's so late, and I'm still competing.

There was a low murmur in the hall again.

"Then she hasn't rested." Someone said something.

"Who's to blame, she said to compete with others, whoever loses will leave." Someone pouted, "She dares, don't others dare?"

But no matter how good a person is, it is not easy to compete with others without stopping. z.br>

"Then she's crazy." The previous man muttered.

The Bai family's workshop was brightly lit, there were many people standing outside, and there were faint figures inside, and when the door opened, a man walked out with a small plough cart, looking at the plough cart while walking.

The others hurriedly grabbed him, "How's it going?"

The man looked at them and said, "I think you can do this with an iron ring, and then the cultivator will be more labor-saving."

The others let go of their hands, and it was clear that it was a towel.

The man also came to his senses and sighed, "I am not as good as it is." He threw the small plough cart on the ground and bowed to everyone, "Farewell."

Then he strode away.

I really want to go, the other people have complicated expressions, and they can't open their mouths to persuade them, everyone is a very proud person.

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......

In the depths of the night, Wei Dongjia sat indoors, concentrating on eating a bowl of noodles.

"Are you going to the workshop?" Shopkeeper Lu asked, "Two more people lost just now, they have already packed their things and left overnight."

Wei Dongjia finished the noodles in one bite: "I won't go."

Meng Xichang, who leaned back in a chair and closed his eyes, said, "What do you mean.....

"I know very well how many pounds and taels I have, I can't even compare to the Golden Dragon Dance." Wei Dongjia said.

At the mention of the Golden Dragon Dance, Wei Dongjia laughed again.

"This guy should have gone far away by now, and I don't know if the third watch has found a place to stay in the middle of the night."

Shopkeeper Lu was a little helpless: "You still laugh at others, think about yourself, you have to leave if you lose."

"That's why I said no." Wei Dongjia put down the dishes and chopsticks, "I mean to fight for the head, but I don't really want to be the head, I just want to keep an eye on here for Qixing, if I don't compete, I will never lose, then I don't have to go."

Meng Xi smiled.

This is really a scoundrel, Shopkeeper Lu also laughed, and joked: "In case someone comes to you.....

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a rebuttal at the door.

"Is Xitang Wei Dong's house here?"

I've really found it!

The three people in the room almost stood up, Wei Dongjia shook the handrail, and almost knocked over the table, no, if you don't come, she actually came to the door!

There was a brief silence in the room, causing the people outside the door to knock on the door again to ask.

It's reasonable not to go to someone to compete, but it's a bit too embarrassing if someone comes to the door and hides, and the shopkeeper Lu replied busily.

"Here we are." He stepped forward and opened the door.

The lantern hanging in the courtyard illuminated the door, and the first thing that caught the eye was the smiling mask.

It's fine to see during the day, but it's a bit scary at first glance at night.

This dance mask was also identified as theirs by the troupe, and was stolen by the girl, and the owner of the mask tried to ask for it, but was refused.

The girl looked fierce, and when she gave money, they just gave up.

"What are you doing here, girl?" Shopkeeper Lu asked.

The smiling mask shook the toolbox in his hand, "Come and ask for advice." With that, he walked in with his feet up.

Shopkeeper Lu couldn't push and shove with a girl, so he could only step back and get out of the way.

Shopkeeper Lu saw the people staring at this side in the courtyard, and immediately whispered.

"The woman will come to the door—"

"Xitang Lao Wei can't escape even if he hides—"

The door was slammed shut by the girl, cutting out the sight and sound from outside.

Shopkeeper Lu turned around and saw that the girl had already stood in front of the table, Wei Dongjia had a tense face, and Meng Xichang was a little guarded.

"I can compare with you, but I won't leave if I lose." Wei Dongjia said simply.

The smile mask shook his head, "No, you have to go."

Wei Dongjia raised his eyebrows, and if he wanted to say something, the person in front of him took off his mask, and a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face appeared under the lamp.

It's strange because I haven't seen it for a long time.

Wei Dongjia's armrest shook, and the person sat down.

Shopkeeper Lu and Chief Meng Xi also took a step forward.

"Seven—" They cried out.

Seven Stars put his finger to his lips and gave them a soft shush.