The demon story on the stage is becoming more and more intense, and it is becoming more and more exciting.

Coupled with the enthusiastic audience in the audience, several Dharma protectors who came to see the play for the first time were also as excited as the people in the audience.

"Look, General Bendonkey's fire refining is good. "The guardrails of the private room on the second floor are about to be squeezed open by the donkey general.

"Look at this sword, this boy will not waste his power to kill the locust god. The green dragon boy floated in the air with the green dragon sword in his arms, and blew the dragon beard bangs on his temples.

As soon as Yun Jun opened his mouth, he mocked: "Ignorant donkeys and children!"

"Strength and weakness are just clouds in front of you, but your bearing can make people go down in history. ”

"If there is no Ben Yunjun to support the immortal popularity for the great immortal, who will remember you. ”

After speaking, Yun Jun looked sad: "Those who are good at fighting have no outstanding achievements, but the people who have the greatest credit are often unknown people hidden behind the scenes." ”

"Ah, whether it is flat land or mountain tops, the infinite scenery is occupied. ”

"After harvesting a hundred flowers into honey, who will work hard for ......?"

"For ...... Who...... Sweet~. ”

After Yun Jun's recitation, he was moved, but he was greeted by the common hatred of the donkey general and the green dragon boy.

"Ahh

"I'll slash!" the sword slashed.

"Ahh

The three protectors made a mess, and in the end, Yun Jun was aggrieved and said that the gentleman would not fight with the villain and the cheap donkey, and turned into a jade pendant and hung it again on the waist of the empty dust immortal.

However, everything did not affect the empty dust to watch the show.

As soon as the rope was pulled, I saw the actor who played the role of the Empty Dust Immortal on the stage flying, holding a divine sword, and a donkey tied with paper hanging with it, and layers of fog emerged from the backstage, indicating that the clouds were driving the fog.

The locust god is a big locust with a grass, and after a fierce battle, the locust turns into a harlequin, which can be regarded as showing its original form.

Layers of chains bound to it, binding the locust god.

The great immortal rebuked the locust god with righteous and stern words, and the locust god knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, and the great immortal returned to heaven with the locust god who had fled to the lower realm to be punished.

When leaving, Daxian also summoned the wind and rain, relieved the drought in Lingzhou, and immediately ran out of many characters, bowing and thanking the Daxian above the clouds, but Daxian left in the wind and thunder.

Although the whole scene seems a little fake, the plot and the truth are also very different.

But it really interpreted the scene that the people of Lingzhou could see that day, especially the troupe that was the one who assassinated Shi Yamen in the Lingzhou Mansion in the past, and experienced these stories and saw this scene with their own eyes, and the rehearsal was more real, and the feelings were more real and full.

For today's people, such a drama can be called a rare big scene, a big drama that is impossible to see on weekdays.

When many people saw the end, they stood up excitedly one by one, stood up and shouted loudly to the stage, and many people threw copper plates and silver on the stage.

"Good, good!" said someone who had also experienced famine and this kind of disaster, and was moved to tears on the spot.

"Good immortal, burn all the locusts to death. The old man deeply realized the difficulties of the peasants, and was excited to see the locusts burned to death and the locust god cup taken away.

"The locust god is going back to heaven. ”

"Calling for wind and rain, relieving the suffering and saving the distressed, this is the immortal in my mind!" Some young scholars voiced their longing for the freedom and supernatural powers of this immortal.

Gao Xian stood in front of the guardrail on the second floor, took out a silver ingot from his arms, and threw it towards the stage.

It's just that at this moment, sticking to the guardrail, the Dao marks on Gao Xian's forehead suddenly and automatically appeared, and the complex lines continued to spread, forming a Dao seal.

This familiar feeling, Gao Xian immediately knew what the situation was.

A new Dharma Protector appeared around, which was different from the last time Yun Jun was sensed because of the fog that spread over the entire Yun Jun Pond because of the arrival of the hour.

This time it must be extremely close.

He immediately looked down and searched, and immediately saw a green-shirted scribe being squeezed from the back of the crowd and running towards the front, looking a little embarrassed.

"Huh?" Gao Xian showed a smile on his face.

This is still an acquaintance, and it is the city gate official who embarrassed him at the city gate before.

Although the trouble made Gao Xian a little embarrassed, Gao Xian had a good impression of this city gatekeeper, and felt that it would be more interesting if there were more flexible and upright people like this in the world.

The city gatekeeper in the green shirt only paid a few copper plates, so he could only stand in the corridor and watch.

In the crowd, the green-shirted scribe held a pen in one hand and a blank scroll in the other, and he should have been copying something in the audience before.

If you take a closer look, you will find that you are writing the lyrics and stories on the stage while watching, and the three scenes of this fairy legend are all from the hands of famous Lingzhou masters, which are indeed classics, but I don't know what this green-shirted scribe is for, maybe I just like it.

The green-shirted scribe was pushed to the front of the stage, and a young girl on the stage held out a gong begging for a reward in front of him.

"This guest officer, give a reward!"

The green-shirted scribe buckled the rope for a long time, and only took out a copper plate and placed it on top of the gong.

As the gong sounded again and again, the big drama came to an end, and the crowd continued to walk out of the plum garden.

The name of the Qingyi scribe is Yu Shiguang, the small official of the south gate of Yanding Mansion, it stands to reason that it should be regarded as a place with oil and water, but because he can't wipe his face or be proud, he is willing to live in poverty and keep his so-called integrity as a scholar, so he has some small fame in Yanding Mansion.

Some people respect him, and naturally some people regard him as a poor sour who is stupid in reading.

Find a place to sit at the gate of the plum garden, facing the big sun, relying on the memory to improve the script of the fairy legend of the demon again, and I feel that this story is really good, each character is vivid, and the words are moving.

Passing by the roadside wine stall, smelling the aroma of wine, the wine worm in the stomach screamed again.

Yu Shiguang watched it for a long time, but unfortunately he was shy, shook his head and prepared to leave.

At this time, a familiar voice came from behind him: "Do you want this brother to have a drink together?" ”

Yu Shiguang turned his head and immediately recognized the Taoist: "It's you?"

The Taoist sat directly on the table and shouted, "A pot of wine, two plates of peanuts and a snack for the appetizer." ”

The restaurant immediately responded: "Okay! Wait, guest officer, come right away!"

Seeing that the green-shirted scribe was hesitating, the Taoist immediately laughed: "Poor Dao is not a liar, the money that comes is clean." ”

Addicted to alcohol, Yu Shiguang finally sat down: "In Xia Yu Shiguang, Your Excellency should be a person from the rivers and lakes, right? Only such a diligent person who practices martial arts may forget to memorize the Taoist scriptures and forget to read." ”

The Taoist nodded: "Sort of!"

After three cups, it became familiar.

The Taoist asked: "You should also be a scholar, and you are quite literary in your speech and demeanor, why are you willing to be a city gate official?" ”

Yu Shiguang was drunk, smiled bitterly, and his voice was a little louder: "I was originally from Yunzhou, and Jiande came to Beijing to take the exam eight years ago, but unfortunately there was a fraud in the scientific examination back then, and many people were implicated for no reason, I was one of them, and my reputation was also dismissed, and I will never be hired."

Full of sadness, it finally turned into a long sigh: "Time is also!

"When you come, you are in high spirits, and when you go, you are down. ”

"The only thing left is a blood, as well as the heart of the scholar, I don't want to go back to my hometown to listen to those rumors, and finally when I passed by this Yanding Mansion, I stayed here and became a knife and pen official under the introduction of a friend. ”

"Ushering in the guests sent to the eight directions, it can be regarded as guarding the city gate and Yanding Mansion, and being a useful person!"

The Taoist asked: "In the plum garden, poor Dao sees you take out a piece of paper from time to time to write down, what is this?"

"Hahaha! But that's what Your Excellency said?" Yu Shiguang took out the pen and paper in the box beside him.

"As a scholar, when you come to the world, you can't be an official and benefit the people, and you always want to leave something. ”

"I like to watch dramas on weekdays, and when I watch a lot, I think I can write a wonderful playbook. ”

"If I can pass it on to the world, I will be famous in history. ”

Yu Shiguang said with great energy, and the Taoist nodded, but looked at the box, which contained a roll of bamboo slips.

It is this thing that causes the eyebrows to move.