The incense stick in Wu Shuang's mouth made the boy take a nap on the beach for a long time. It was not until he opened his eyes that he saw a white light whistling in the southeast corner. He carried the boy straight to the direction of Qinghe Garden without saying a word. Yun Zhong stood unsteadily, firmly grasped Wu Shuang's sleeves, slightly turned his head back, and saw a bare black short stick chasing like a meteor, and there was a yin and yang fish map of two people hanging at the tail. Yin and Yang hugged each other, and the pressure made the boy panting and stagnant. The boy didn't know that the old white-bearded Taoist behind him was the most powerful Qimen formation master in the Taoist sect now. Even Wu Shuang had to do his best. Therefore, under this pressure, the boy was originally tightly touched again because of He's relaxed heartstrings.

"Will you just go with your two jars of red-hot summer for fifty years, and look at your stingy spirit of blowing beards and staring at me!" After saying this, the young man realized that he was holding two jars of old wine in his arms. He immediately did not care about fearing high and the mighty pressure behind him. He had no intention of drinking for many days. After smelling the yellow mud wine jar, he was immediately excited and muttered a few words in his master's ear, and the old and young smiled at each other, which was quite terrifying.

The old Taoist priest finally caught up with these two drunkards. Not to mention how outstanding the old Taoist's cultivation was, but two miles away from Qinghe Garden's residence, Wu Shuang's natal sword suddenly stopped, swaying and lingering in the air as if waiting for the old Taoist in place. The angry old Taoist grabbed the wine jar in Wu Shuang's hand, turned around and wanted to leave, but felt that the weight in his hand was a little wrong. He looked closely and saw that there was still half a drop of wine? The two drunkards drank the two jars of wine on the road, drunk as if they were like mud. But when they saw the old Taoist coming at least once, they said good wine, and then fell directly on the sword, falling asleep with their heads and feet facing down.

The old Taoist approached, carefully measured Yun Zhong for a while, and then sighed, "You are still smart in your head and can come up with this move." He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The young man was obviously exhausted all the way, and he was physically and mentally exhausted, relying on his remaining strength to hold on. However, his heart strings were too tense, like an arrow on the string, and it was difficult to retreat for a long time. He always had a pathological excitement. What Wu Shuang did now made the young man relax his heart strings, and then used his hand to apply pressure to tighten his heart strings, and then drink a jar to completely relax the young man's mind. This method of tightness and looseness is the antelope hanging on his horns, which is smooth and natural. The old Taoist asked himself that he was indeed not as good as Wu Shuang's disciples. He sent the disciples he liked to be under Wu Shuang's sect back then, which seemed not a bad thing.

The old Taoist did not vent his anger in the end, but instead carried the whisk on his back and swayed back to the mountains to practice. Hermits like him should have been good at teaching their disciples and disciples. There were very few people like him who lived in the nine countries without a fixed place. Perhaps because of the Taoist style, he was calm and careless, he had a very good reputation in dealing with people. Even Wu Shuang, who was very picky, could not pick on the bones in the eggs, so he had a lot of contact.

Wu Shuang spent a lot of effort to move the boy to the wooden bed in her residence. Suddenly, she found that the boy's body size seemed to be two points longer than a few months ago, and was two or three fingers taller than him. She was a little depressed in an instant. She put down the boy who was sleeping in a drowsy manner. The fat shopkeeper sighed lightly, lifted the curtain, and went out to relax. He originally thought that his heart strings would be loose, and the boy could use this energy to listen to the lotus in exchange for the smooth operation of the Zhoutian. Now it seems that there is indeed a long way left before the boy completes the Qi and Qizhi of the Zhoutian.

"Time is indeed not enough to squander." The sword fairy raised her head and looked sad with a rare look on her face.

As the evening approaches, the sky is much cooler. Many young ladies and young masters in eunuchs were so tired that they were all day long. After dinner in the evening, they took off from the strict golden jade cage and went straight to the near the overpass to see some fresh things. They tasted the candy painting man in the east and looked at the flying flowers in the west, and were having a great time. The flying flowers here are not what they usually say, and the flowers flew on the branches, but a unique craft, also known as flying flowers. It is probably a wide field, a four-corner flower shed more than ten feet high, and a moist green willow branches that had just been pinched off were laid on the top. The craftsmen burned iron into boiling gold water and raised it to the top of the flower shed. The gold water splashed around, and it could splash a few feet away, just like a fireworks blooming nearby, which was very beautiful.

When I was tired of watching, I went straight to the high platform in the middle. Naturally, there were opera liners and dozens of seats. There were also spacious bridges on both sides of the high platform. There were hundreds of them, which were enough for the high-ranking officials and nobles nearby to sit down with their families.

Today, it’s the turn of Qinghe Garden, but there is only Yansi Pass who paints his face in the backstage.

"It's ridiculous. The martial artist with a scathing eyes from behind the big stage is still singing a drama? Why? The wife of the Tsinghua University master ran away with her. Look at your strong body, why don't you catch it back?"

"According to me, Qinghe Garden is not among the opera troupes for a long time. Why share the number of days for no reason? After a game, it is very difficult to hand over the scattered silver to worship, and it is useless to waste it. I heard that you have two points of effort. It is better to learn those skilled men and practice the life of the big rocks on your chest, and you will not lose face with your wife like your miserable head master."

The actor was sarcastic, and happened to be a few sharp and soft-sounding female actors. Under malicious slander, it made people's ears noisy and messy. After careful look, the man with a face painted face held a pen and did not move at all. He seemed to be used to being mocked by these women holding guns and sticks. He didn't even raise his eyelids. He just sat facing the bronze mirror and carefully painted the martial arts face.

"It's so boring. It's like the rotten wooden stakes with green moss on the roadside. Don't just pay attention to him." The leading woman called Nishu, and her natal life was irrelevant. Even she herself never mentioned her name. The woman was wearing heavy makeup and her lips were extremely thin. Just looking at her face, she was a sharp-tongued and sharp-mouthed person. In fact, this is true. This woman claimed to be the number one flower actress in Caixiantan with a radius of 180 miles. As a result, she was covered by the headmaster of Qingheyuan several times, but she still didn't repent. She wanted to play with her in front of a group of noble people, deliberately making bad things and proposed to sing a lotus platform. In this play, the role played by the hostess of Qingheyuan has only two lines of lyrics, totaling more than a dozen words.

However, when he first appeared on stage, Nisu lost his skin and had to step down in a mess, which caused laughter from the audience. As for the reason, it was the first lyrics of the Qinghe Garden Flower Dan. The first half of the sentence was light and high, and the second half was gentle and low, like the flying goose snow, with great connection. Although he covered his face with a round fan, the people below the audience seemed to see a woman shy, with her eyes like the visceral fox spirit in the painting, hooking all three souls away from both souls. This shows how exquisite his singing style is really amazing. Unfortunately, since the hostess no longer appeared on stage, there have been more people who praised Nisu. Although they were a low end compared to the hostess of Qinghe Garden, they also had worked hard to make the singing style, which sounded good, so everyone gradually got used to giving Nisu the title of the head of the Huadan to Nisu.

At this time, the gongs sounded three times on the high platform, meaning that the gang should enter the venue at this time. The actresses led by Nisu stopped to watch and waited for the Yansi Pass, who was unknown to the depth, to make a fool of themselves in public. On the other hand, Yansi Pass sat firmly in its original position, without any movement.

"Yo, the black boy is stage frightened?" A woman beside Nisu said sarcastically, not taking Yan Si seriously. She could cause any silly martial artists in a small opera troupe, but in the end they ended up leaving in a mess, so they became more and more confident.

"I'm waiting for someone, and who will tell you that I will sing the drama today?"

Yansi Pass finally opened his mouth and then looked at the bridges on both sides of the high platform.

Three feet of red silk slipped like water.

PS. I’m busy signing contracts recently, so I really don’t have time to go. I’ll update and update every time. Don’t hit me! I’ll bite people!
Chapter completed!