Who would have known that this son was a loser. He neither liked reading nor practicing. He spent his whole day wandering around wherever there was excitement.

When he was fourteen years old, he suddenly fell in love with singing and dancing. From then on, he plunged into Zui Chun Garden, the most famous pear garden in the imperial capital, and refused to come out.

He ran errands and did odd jobs in Zuichunyuan. He spent money everywhere to become apprentices.

Gradually he went from playing a small role to playing the leading role.

His original name was Liu Wenliang, but he later changed his stage name to Bu Qingyin.

Unexpectedly, whenever he plays a leading role, he will be thrown off the stage by the audience with rotten vegetables, leaves, and rotten eggs. The audience in the audience complains about his inappropriate singing, facial expressions, and actions, etc.

In short, in every play he performs, the audience can find a lot of faults.

Every time he was kicked off the stage by the audience, he would get drunk and go crazy with a wolfish tone.

At this time, many people gathered at the entrance of the inn to watch the fun. Feng Xiaoqiang got out of the beast cart and asked the second elder and Yao Qingshan to go back.

She slowly approached Bu Qingyin. This man's hair was disheveled, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. His body was covered with rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs.

He held a bottle of wine, took a sip, sang a verse at the top of his voice, and then suddenly roared again.

Feng Xiaoqiang watched from the side and couldn't help laughing. Bu Qingyin glared at her: "Why are you laughing? Are you also laughing at me that I can't sing well?"

Feng Xiaoqiang curled her lips: "Not only is it bad, it's awful to listen to. A dead person would be tempted to crawl out of the coffin after listening to it."

"You, you..." Bu Qingyin pointed at Feng Xiaoqiang angrily and held it in for a long time, "You have the ability to sing that a dead person will not crawl out of the coffin."

The onlookers burst into laughter.

Yan Cui ran over and whispered: "Miss, his father doesn't care about him anymore. Don't pay attention to this drunkard."

Feng Xiaoqiang waved his hand and looked at Bu Qingyin: "You roar again, and I can continue your singing."

Bu Qingyin rolled his eyes at her with an expressive expression: "Master, I am all ears. What is the sound of a dead person crawling out of a coffin?"

As he spoke, he roared with all his strength: "Ouch——"

"Oh!" Feng Xiaoqiang then changed his tone and opened his singing voice.

My girl——

Yeah yeah yeah

charming big eyes

The dimples at the corners of the mouth

your beauty

oh

Makes me fascinated...

She changed two voices at the same time and performed a weird dance while singing.

Bu Qingyin, who didn't take it seriously at first, dropped the wine bottle in his hand to the ground with a "pop" sound, but he didn't seem to notice it.

He stared at Feng Xiaoqiang, first in shock, then in surprise, and then in ecstasy.

Finally, he imitated Feng Xiaoqiang's movements and jumped up.

Yan Cui was stunned, and Beigong Haotian and others standing at the door of the inn were also stunned.

Even Master Nan, who was meditating in the Tianzihao room, was startled by the strange singing.

He opened the window and his eyes nearly popped out when he saw Feng Xiaoqiang dancing downstairs.

Is this girl possessed by an evil spirit? Or is she possessed by ghosts and gods?

clean white shirt

skinny jeans

…

My heart is pounding

…

I am Taishan next door

Catch the vine of love

…

Passionate and magical dance, simple and happy singing. An Internet-famous song, the lingering sound lingers in the audience. The audience can't come back to their senses.

Yan Cui: This is not a lady, the inner core has been changed.

Xiaoliu: Where is the master who always likes to have a straight face?

Beigong Haotian: This is not the weak and cherishing sister he knows.

Disciple from the Physical Training Institute: Where did such a young junior sister come from?

Bu Qingyin knelt down in front of Feng Xiaoqiang with a plop, his voice trembling with excitement: "This is the feeling! This is the sound! Young Master, I finally met the real master. Master! You must accept me."

Feng Xiaoqiang took a few steps away in disgust: "It stinks." After saying that, he entered the inn with his little hands behind his back.
Chapter completed!