The wandering singer soon disappeared from the other end of the underground passage. Mu Qingshan held the broken piece of paper that was said to be the ticket to the Yang Linxuan singer club in his hand, shook his head, smiled like a self-deprecatingly, and turned around and walked out of the underground passage.

As soon as I came out of the underground passage, I encountered a huge advertising light box with a few big words on it, shining on Sunday's superstar Yang Linxuan's song friends' meeting.

Why do you seem to have heard the name Yang Linxuan somewhere? Mu Qingshan felt familiar when he heard the wandering singer pick it up. Now he saw these big words on the advertising light box again, and then he suddenly remembered that it is said that two days later, the target he wants to protect is the popular superstar Yang Linxuan.

There was such a coincidence? Mu Qingshan thought about it. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so why not go to this singer to watch the fun! Although he was not sure how true the ticket was, Mu Qingshan asked himself that if he wanted to enter any venue in the city at will, it would be easy to do it. After all, those days at Qianlong Base were not in vain. He looked up at the date written on the light box. It happened to be tonight. The address of the singer's party was not far from where he was, and the time was just right. Mu Qingshan even doubted whether the wandering singer had specially arranged it by some force, otherwise how could such a coincidence happen?

After wandering around the street for a while, Mu Qingshan decided to go to the singer's club to take a look. He was idle and was alone, so he was really bored. Maybe he would feel much better if he stayed in a lively environment.

Mu Qingshan strolled around the streets casually, while inadvertently observing the crowd around them in groups of three or three. While walking towards the address marked on the light box, he was thinking that he was alone. How comfortable it would be if Zhou Le could be with him and go to the singer party together.

Before he knew it, Mu Qingshan walked to the entrance of the Golden Light Hotel, where there were long queues, all of which were Yang Linxuan's fans. Men and women, from teenagers to thirties and forties, were waving the small flag in their hands, waiting for the arrival of their idols.

Mu Qingshan was mixed in the crowd and couldn't help but laugh a little. Looking at these crazy faces, he thought that he would have become a star-chasing clan. It seems boredom is really a sin!

After hearing the people around him, Mu Qingshan realized that this singer club was a very well-known local real estate developers' investment sponsorship. He used Yang Linxuan's name to promote new projects. It was not a pure singer club. It was probably Yang Linxuan would be there, but at most one song or two would be the kind that would make people shine. Even so, these fans were still guarding the door and lined up early.

Mu Qingshan almost lost interest in this kind of waiting. He just felt that he was mixed with these fans and listened to their talk, but he didn't feel lonely.

Finally came. Two black Audis led the way, with a silver-white Porsche in the middle. A total of five high-end cars parked at the entrance of the hotel. The fans around were all excited and stretched their necks to look into the car.

The car did not stop at the hotel entrance, but drove directly into the parking lot on the bottom floor. The two entrances and exits of the parking lot were guarded by several strong security guards and no one was allowed to enter.

Many people booed the face of the idol without a chance. The hotel announced at this time that the singers can enter the venue with their tickets.

The crowd began to slowly surging forward, and then Mu Qingshan realized that many fans at the scene actually did not have tickets to enter, and only a few people could enter the venue.

Unexpectedly, the ticket in my hand was actually a real thing. As the crowd slowly moved, Mu Qingshan finally stepped into the singer's club.

The space on site is not large, and it can accommodate about 300 people at most, divided into more than a dozen round tabletops. However, in Mu Qingshan's eyes, the security measures here are quite standard. At least twenty men wearing black suits and earrings are distributed around the venue. There is one every few steps. These people are definitely not as simple as waiters, regardless of their body shape or temperament.

Mu Qingshan is interested in looking at the surrounding environment with a professional perspective. Indeed, by looking at the same thing from different angles, you can get completely different answers. However, how come this security layout becomes more and more familiar?

Hell, I saw a guy here who shouldn't have appeared at all. It was Park Cunhu! Mu Qingshan blinked hard, it was really Park Cunhu!

Park Cunhu had a black tight vest on the upper body, bare-armed, and a pair of fat yellow striped camouflage pants on the lower body, paired with a big yellow military boot, and his explosive muscle lines, standing in the venue with a very eye-catching appearance. Mu Qingshan quickly lowered his head, not wanting this guy to find him, but he was also on vacation!

I just found a seat to sit down. The faces of the people sitting at the same table were obviously still unabashed. I saw that they were still high school students, probably a few rich children with some money at home, otherwise I would not have the ability to spend here.

Mu Qingshan understood that Shidun Company had sent someone to take over Yang Linxuan's security work, otherwise Park Cunhu would not have appeared here. But he really didn't

It is necessary to appear because Mu Qingshan felt that it really takes some courage to recognize Park Cunhu, who is dressed in public.

The singers finally opened with anticipation. It was not Yang Linxuan who came on stage first, but two unknown hosts who talked nonsense. After talking nonsense, they called out a few so-called leaders and guests to speak. Seeing these old guys with big belly saliva flying across the stage, Mu Qingshan couldn't help but shake his head off the stage, and he began to doubt Yang Linxuan's taste. How could a normal artist with a worthwhile take on such an unpleasant activity!

Just when Mu Qingshan was drowsy, the male host suddenly raised the sound of the show octave and recited loudly: "In the following link, we will invite the famous painter Mr. Liu Huaixian. Mr. Liu Huaixian is the vice chairman of the Provincial Calligraphy and Painting Association, the honorary director of the Provincial Museum, and an old ancestor in the cultural circle. He will improvise a picture for us on the spot. Please applause and encourage us!"

After the host finished speaking, an old man who was extremely thin went onto the stage, wearing a long-breasted gown and round-mouthed cloth shoes. At first glance, it looked very oriental. The music slowly sounded, and the melodious sound of a flute came from the speaker. The old man Liu Huaixian began to wave his hair on the wall, and the rhythm of the kung fu in his hand was connected to the rhythm of Xiao Sheng, just right. After a while, the old man drew a picture of lotus water, which was quite good. The audience suddenly applauded. Writing a book on the spot was barely a new thing. Some of them watched the excitement, while others were afraid that others would think they were not educated enough, so they also applauded desperately.

Originally, the matter was over, but the old man wanted to write inscriptions on the book, and the frank ditch. The old man's paintings were much better than the characters. His brush handwriting was crooked and he didn't look like a veteran cultural person. It was not good to write any words on the drawing. The old man mentioned this picture to Tianyu Real Estate and his partner Hoshino Co., Ltd., hoping that China and Japan would be friendly and happy to cooperate. He also nodded and bowed to greet the people in the front row below the stage. It was estimated that the leaders of Tianyu Real Estate and Japanese representatives were sitting in the front row below the stage. It was not enough to have the inscription, but the posture of the old man really made people angry.

At this time, some of the high school students who were at the same table with Mu Qingshan gave a slap and said, "What's this old man doing this kind of fun!"

Another boy next to him whispered: "Listen to my dad, Tianyu Real Estate has invested a lot of money this time in development! The little Japanese came to our China to make money. This stupid b is like a pug, which is really embarrassing!"

It’s really money that can make ghosts beat the ghosts. A good singer-song party was turned into a hodgepodge by these real estate developers. Until now, Yang Linxuan has not appeared. There are a lot of people who are inexplicably released. The audience suddenly booed, most of which were sent by young people.

"Next, please invite the Japanese representative Mr. Ito Brown Bear to come on stage to accept the paintings given by Teacher Liu Huaixian, and ask friends from the media to help take photos as a souvenir!" The host said loudly.

A Japanese man with a short figure stood up from the front row and walked onto the stage under the guidance of the etiquette lady. Someone was already scolding the refund of the tickets. I came to see Yang Linxuan, not to see the little Japanese!

Of course, Mu Qingshan had no good feelings for the Japanese. What made him even more uncomfortable was the so-called cultural celebrity Liu Huaixian. Although this old man was good at writing, he had no character in life. It turned out that his words were as ugly as the person. As soon as he thought, Mu Qingshan suddenly became interested and wanted to be naughty, so he took a deep breath, regulating his breath silently, and his heart turned at will. The fire-dance holy ray of light in his body immediately started running.

He clasped his right wrist with his left palm, and the two inner breaths formed a line, aimed at the picture of lotus coming out of water on the stage, imitating the old general of Yuan that day, and shouted quietly like a half-jokingly, "The wind is rising!"

First, it seemed like a cool breeze swept across the body, followed by the Huowu Holy Light Qi in the body spraying out from his wrist in a special way, instantly twisting the air within a square meter in front of him into pieces that were almost similar to the vacuum state. Countless slight vacuums were formed and immediately dissipated. Finally, three wind blades were formed, emitted from Mu Qingshan's palm and shot quickly onto the stage.

Mu Qingshan was also shocked. He didn't expect that he could really use the first of the three Wuji styles, "Wind Rise". Although it was obviously a small-scale and most of the wind blades were automatically eliminated, no matter what, he did use this move.

The man sitting in front of Muqing Mountain felt a chill behind him. Suddenly, a strong wind blew from somewhere, and then he heard a hissing. In front of everyone, the brown bear Ito on the stage was about to take the picture of the lotus coming out of the water from Old Man Liu Huaixian, but was stirred up by the three wind blades. And the most wonderful thing is that the three wind blades released by Muqing Mountain were all weak and weak. They almost collapsed on the way until they hit the painting. They were just destroyed, but they did not leave any obvious traces.

The two of them stood on the stage in awkward manner, holding half of the ragged scroll, with a very funny expression on their faces. Dear! If you think this site is good, please remember this site to help promote it! This site!

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