There is a very famous place outside the city - a lake filled with golden water, called Xizhao Lake, the water of the lake is drawn from the Jiehe River, there is nothing peculiar, the real golden is a huge copper at the bottom of the lake.

Even if they have heard the story of Xizhao Lake, they must listen to the locals again. The residents of Broken Flow City always responded very enthusiastically, their eyebrows fluttering, their mouths like a river, and they described the tragic battle vividly, the blood was like in front of them, the mourning seemed to be in their ears, and finally, when the listener was satisfied, the narrator would spread his palms and say very politely: "I spoke hard, and you listened happily, but you can't listen in vain, right?"

Tourists reluctantly pull out a small piece of loose silver, feeling cheated, and the next group of tourists continue the game.

Slowly, there was a competition between the narrators, after all, it was better to sing than to sing, a group of artists who sang the music defeated the spitting narrator, monopolizing the market of the story of Xizhao Lake, the total number of about 20 people, the level was uneven, and they sang to different people, but they were all right.

On this morning, all the artists were "invited" to the city wall to perform for a unique banquet, some felt that their singing skills were too poor, afraid of losing face in front of adults, so they declined the invitation, but were tied with a rope by the sergeant, all the way to the city wall, even more humiliating.

Xizhao Lake was originally next to the broken flow city, when the new city wall was built, it deliberately retreated a distance, the new wall rose from the ground, it was twice as wide as the old wall, there was a pavilion built on it, it was the best place to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the sunset lake, as for the best time, of course, it was the dusk of the sunset, the lake was more and more brilliant like gold at this time, and the people who were greedy for money were eager to jump in.

There were more than 20 artists, plus their companions who played and plucked, and there were 50 or 60 people, both men and women. Young and old, from morning till afternoon, hungry and worried, not knowing where they had offended the adults of the city.

When the golden color on the lake looked like a ripe wheat field, a sergeant came, looked at the room full of people, and said lazily: "Sing well later, there will be rewards, and if you can't sing well." Behead. ”

When everyone heard that it was really just singing, their hearts fell halfway first, and then their eyes fell on Yun Mengxian, who was a twenty-seven or eight-year-old woman, quite a bit of beauty, but she didn't eat with her face, she relied on a voice to support her body, and she had been the leader among the singers of Sunset Lake for several years, and she wanted to say who sang well. No one dares to boast that they are stronger than her.

Yun Mengxian is also a person who has seen some people in the world, and he had dealings with many dignitaries and nobles in the imperial capital back then, so he tidied up his clothes and skirts and took the lead in walking out of the room. Don't squint, a look of arrogance.

The sergeant snorted softly.

Not long after the banquet in the pavilion began, the artists were waiting outside, and only Yun Mengxian and her luthier went in to perform.

Yun Mengxian lowered his eyebrows. Slowly saluting, although he is not young, his voice is still as soft as a girl. "Concubine Yun Mengxian, I've seen all the adults. ”

Since it is a banquet, it should be staggered, even if the host and guest are unfamiliar, it will not be like now, Yun Mengxian's heart jumped, knowing that today's pass was not easy, he quietly raised his eyes, and quickly glanced at it, and saw more than a dozen civil and military officials, sitting at three tables, all like puppets, indifferent to the delicious food in front of him.

She saw the person she was familiar with, Chen Zhiwei, the old guy with a round belly, who used to do something to her after drinking, Fu Hao, the new commander of the Huang Fu Army in Broken Flow City, is said to be a descendant of the royal family, elegant and funny on the surface, weak and greedy in his bones, Yun Mengxian has never received half a reward from him, but has to pay a so-called ordnance fee every month.

"On the other side is a horde of demons, and it is not easy for Huang Fujun to leave his hometown to protect you. This is a sentence that Fu Hao often puts on his lips, and everyone understands the meaning, that is, asking for money and more money.

There were also two strange guests at the main table, a young Taoist priest and a young talisman master, Yun Mengxian rarely sang music to such guests, and he was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly lowered his gaze, and did not dare to speak again.

Mu Xingqiu accepted the invitation and came to the banquet alone, and found that everyone had become forgetful: the city guard Chen Zhiwei had suffered a lot at the hands of Mu Xingqiu, and he hadn't seen it for a few years, and he seemed to have forgotten who Mu Xingqiu was.

The other officials were also lukewarm, trying to avoid Mu Xingqiu's gaze, especially no one dared to say the words "General Mu".

This was not a nostalgic banquet, and there was only one person who was very interested in the past of the past, and that was the young talisman master.

The name of the Fu Master is Liang Shiji, he is handsome and elegant, less than thirty years old, but he wears a nine-fold crown, ranking at the bottom of the twelve great Fu masters of the Longbin Association of the Holy Fu Dynasty. Only he tried to talk about the Battle of Broken Flow City a few times, and Mu Xingqiu was perfunctory.

The arrival of the singer changed the way of fighting at the banquet.

Chen Zhiwei pretended not to recognize Yun Mengxian, and asked coldly, "What do you sing?"

There are a lot of tunes in the Yunmeng Immortal Society, but in Xizhao Lake, she knows how to answer, "The concubine will sing a big battle outside the city, and the world will change dramatically, giving birth to a yellow sunset lake on the edge of the city......"

"Just sing this. Fu Hao, the commander of the Huang Fu Army, rarely said a word, then grabbed his wine glass and drank silently, as if he didn't belong to this banquet at all.

The pianist plucked the strings, Yun Mengxian sang tactfully, she was a well-behaved woman, she knew what kind of song to sing on this occasion, Huang Fujun was the protagonist of this song, just rendering the heavy spells created by the rune, half of the words were used, and then the soldiers who sang the praises of the Holy Fu Dynasty moved forward bravely.

No matter what he sang, Yun Mengxian's voice was impeccable, and several officials shook their heads gently along with the tune, and the cold atmosphere at the banquet was dispersed.

After the song was finished, Yun Mengxian peeked at the faces of everyone at the main table, Chen Zhiwei had a smile on her face, she knew that this kind of smile would turn into a fierce face at any time, Fu Hao was still silently tasting the wine, and it seemed that he didn't notice the end of the song at all, the Taoist priest seemed to be smiling, and the Fu Qishi was expressionless, as if he was a little dissatisfied.

Yun Mengxian retracted her gaze, her heart pounding, she finally understood. The real protagonist of today's banquet is this Liang Dafu Master, the two have met before, and Liang Shiji at that time did not have such indifferent eyes as he does now.

"Isn't there a song called 'The General's Walk'? Fu Hao, who had been drinking silently, suddenly spoke, his tone was stiff, as if he was holding back a fire in his belly, and he didn't even raise his head when he spoke.

"The concubine is not familiar with this song, Mr. Zhang San outside ......" Yun Mengxian didn't understand what the commander of the Huang Fu Army meant, but he had a premonition that it would be dangerous to sing it again, and wanted to transfer this hot potato to others.

"You're not familiar with it, that's how to sing, let's get started. Fu Hao's voice became stern. Several officials who were still immersed in the tune were startled and hurriedly sat upright, looking at the table full of wine and food, but they didn't even dare to touch their chopsticks.

Yun Mengxian had no choice but to sing slowly, trying to spit out the words as vaguely as possible, but it had a unique charm, and some officials shook their heads with them.

"General Xing" sings the story of a general who boosts the morale of the army and the people and takes the lead in defeating the demon soldiers. The words are simple, but it is the favorite song of ordinary tourists, Yun Mengxian can sing this song when he is still in the imperial capital, and he doesn't know how many times he has sung it in the past few years. But never before has I been so frightened.

She had been quietly observing Liang Shiji, and she always felt that this young great talisman master was brewing something. Therefore, when Liang Shiji raised her eyebrows, she immediately shut up and stopped singing, and the unprepared pianist stopped after a while.

"I ask you. What is the surname of this general in "The General's Journey"?" Liang Shiji asked.

Yun Mengxian immediately knelt down, "The concubine doesn't know, the concubine learned the tune from someone else." I don't know what it's talking about. ”

Liang Shiji snorted, "This is an anti-poem, the general in it is not a human being, but the giant demon king Qi Supreme, the demon made up this song, concealed his name, and borrowed your mouth to praise the exploits of the demon soldiers." ”

Yun Mengxian's face changed suddenly, he never thought that a song would cause such a big crime, "My lord spares his life, the concubine is shallow and ignorant, I really don't know what this song is singing." ”

Liang Shiji turned to Mu Xingqiu, "Although the Broken Flow City has been defended, the demon clan has not been destroyed, and there are battlefields everywhere. ”

Mu Xingqiu understood the intention of this banquet, and Liang Shiji obviously wanted to give himself a dismount.

"I don't know anything. ”

"Please speak, seeker. "Liang Shiji is always polite when facing Taoist priests.

"It is said that the scenery of the sunset lake at this time is the most beautiful, and we can see it when we walk to the window, but we are sitting here listening to a song with no characteristics, and we have to analyze whether there is a conspiracy of the demon clan in the song, I don't understand why. ”

Liang Shiji laughed twice, "Please forgive me, the current Broken Flow City is already a frontier town blocking the demon army, and I am burdened with heavy responsibilities, so it is inevitable that all the grass and trees will be soldiers." ”

"Then drive her away, and don't listen to her and don't get upset. ”

Yun Mengxian was secretly grateful to this seeker in her heart, thinking that the danger was over, but she didn't expect that the Great Fu Master still refused to let her go.

"Forget it if you don't hear it, since I heard it, I can't pretend to be confused, ask the catechumen to enjoy the beautiful scenery first, and before dark, I can finish the case." ”

Without waiting for Mu Xingqiu to agree, Fu Hao had already waved to the sergeant by the door, and dozens of artists were escorted into the pavilion, and everyone saw Yun Mengxian kneeling on the ground, and they were all kneeling behind her, wondering where this disaster came from.

Liang Shiji got up and looked at the artists, "You all can sing "General Xing"?"

No one dared to admit it, no one dared to deny it, it was all silent.

Fu Hao slapped the table, "A group of singers, whoever gives money will sing well, just kill them all." ”

The artists were all taken aback and kowtowed vigorously and begged for mercy.

Liang Shiji waited for a while, and saw that Mu Xingqiu did not react, he said: "I'll give you a chance, you claim to be singing songs, not demon clan spies, then sing a song together, eighteen people here, can make half of them cry, I will let you live." ”

The artists were dumbfounded, even Yun Mengxian, who had the best singing skills, did not have the ability to tear up, not to mention that everyone sang a song together, and the effect would only be worse.

Officials applauded.

Mu Xingqiu stood up, walked to the window, looked at the sunset lake, and secretly performed the illusion of mindfulness, and as expected, the city wall was full of prohibitions, like an invisible viscous giant net, blocking his illusion.

He knew that this was Ronbin who was going to challenge him.

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