It was already past Chen hour, and Yunluo Mountain, across the river from Qixian County, was still shrouded in smoke.
The green mountains are covered with deathly silence in the thick fog.
But Qi County here is very lively.
Just because the newly built Weaver Girl Temple was completed.
Niu Bancheng held a banquet and invited a troupe to perform, and naturally all the "good men and women" in the city came to support it.
The scholar pulled Li Changan and Feifei out early, rushed to the place and occupied a front row seat to wait.
It's not that he cares about the excitement, but...
"Daozhang Li! Mr. Feifei!" His cheeks turned red with excitement, "Look, it's Mr. Xue!"
Feifei yawned, and Li Changan looked around carelessly.
Master Xue is a famous dancer. In the modern world, he is an artist. In ancient times, he was called a maiko.
This scholar is really ridiculous. He once saw Mr. Xue dance a song at a banquet, and he has never forgotten it ever since. The reason why he ran away from home was not only because he did not want to study and become an official, but also because he heard that Mr. Xue was going to Qi County.
During the performance, I wanted to watch the Xue family dance again. As a result, I got lost and ran into the zombie village, almost losing my life.
When I asked him if it was worth it, he didn't regret it, but he patted his chest and looked proud.
"If I can watch Master Xue's sword dance again, and my body is shattered to pieces, what's the harm?"
Although he didn't quite understand this mode of thinking, Li Changan didn't bother to interfere with other people's thoughts, but he was a little curious about Xue's "shattered to pieces".
A big stage was set up in front of the new temple, and all the singers and jugglers passed by, and finally it was Xue's turn to take the stage for the finale!
But the first person to take the stage was not Mr. Xue, but twelve shirtless men, each carrying a big drum.
After that, Mr. Xue slowly appeared on the stage.
She stood on the stage, her face was only slightly painted, but it was full of color. Her eyebrows were charming, and she was dressed in a smart outfit, showing her heroic appearance. Her waist was straight, her hands behind her back, and she was calm.
It was watched by thousands of people in the audience.
Afterwards.
"Boom!"
Twelve big men beat the drums in unison.
Everyone Xue spread his hands, and everyone in the audience exclaimed.
It turned out that she was holding two sharp swords with cold light shining in her hands. There were no spikes on the hilts, just an iron ring tied with a long silk satin.
The drums beat continuously, and the Xue family also twisted their waists and danced their swords to the beat of the drums.
The clothes were flying around, the sword light was flashing, and with the sound of drums, she was able to dance with high spirits with her weak body.
The scholar was dazzled by what he saw, but Li Changan didn't understand the charm. He only noticed that the beauty on the stage had a good figure and graceful posture. Apart from that, he could only look at her sword dancing movements, which vaguely showed that she had practiced properly.
The swordsmanship of Erba Jing.
Gradually, the drumbeats on the stage became more and more intense.
Everyone Xue moved faster and faster.
suddenly.
She actually let go of the hilt of the sword and used the silk to pull the sword and dance.
For a moment, the stage was filled with long swords and her flying shadow.
The people behind were attracted by this scene and leaned forward involuntarily.
Those in the front row were frightened by the sword light and couldn't help but retreat.
The two cars collided together, causing the middle one to be squeezed and miserable.
at this time.
Then Mr. Xue suddenly put away one sword and threw the other one down the stage.
The sword was tied with silk and satin. Although it only passed over the heads of the spectators in the audience, the people below were frightened by the sword's edge and were forced to fall to the ground.
The sword thrown was like parting the sea, splitting open the crowd until it reached Li Changan.
Li Changan remained calm and held the sword in his hand.
However, everyone Xue flicked his wrist and used his body as a wheel axis to put back the sword.
At that moment, Li Changan clearly saw the smile on her face.
"Everyone Xue smiled at me!"
Unexpectedly, the scholar next to him screamed excitedly first.
"Hmm..." Li Changan nodded perfunctorily, "but he smiled."
He glanced left and right, and saw a circle of people rolling around him like a gourd. The scholar was inexplicably bold, but he was still in high spirits.
What an idiot!
On the stage, the Xue family had put away their swords and retired.
The scholar was still immersed in the sword dance, unable to extricate himself, and murmured:
"It's really...it's really..."
Seeing that he still couldn't answer the question, Li Changan suddenly said:
"...It comes like thunder to absorb its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea."
The scholar's eyes lit up.
"The Taoist priest is so talented!"
Li Changan smiled and said, "Do you think I can write well?"
"This..." The scholar's face suddenly froze and he didn't know how to answer.
Li Changan didn't care about him, he just looked at the retreating figures of the Xue family. The sudden throw of the sword and the inexplicable smile were a bit interesting.
After the show was over, Li Changan finally met Niu Bancheng.
Like most wealthy landlords, this Niu Bancheng is dressed in silk and has a rich appearance, but I wonder if he has the same heart.
He went on stage and talked a lot of nonsense.
Li Changan was bored and thought about whether to listen to him tell the truth again at another time, such as at midnight.
Suddenly, there was some commotion in the audience.
Li Changan looked sideways and saw that he was a young man who was blocked by several people and couldn't rush forward.
The young man struggled for a while and suddenly shouted:
"The Weaver Girl is not a god, she is a monster!"
"It's not a fairy, it's a monster!"
Before he could shout a few words, the people around him who stopped him all covered their mouths. Even though the person who covered his mouth moved very quickly, he still caused some noise in the crowd in the audience.
"Who is this kid?"
"Who else? Isn't he just Niucuo's kid?"
"Other people begged grandpa and grandma to see the beauty of the empress. Niu Cuo was a member of the Niu clan and got a good job to serve the empress. He enjoyed himself in the fairy mountain and didn't want to come back. The two mothers who stayed behind just said
Your Majesty is a demon, isn’t this nonsense!”
"ungrateful!"
"I don't know what's good or bad!"
…………
The crowd in the audience (Harmony) whispered to each other for a while, and all of them were unanimously condemning the boy, and even his mother. The boy's face turned red after hearing this, but unfortunately he was grabbed tightly and his mouth was covered. He really didn't move.
He couldn't move his hands, and he couldn't speak back.
Li Changan felt aggrieved for him when he saw it.
Niu Bancheng's face softened slightly when he heard that the public opinion below was biased towards him, but it was hard to do anything in public, so he just waved his hand and asked two servants to take the boy home and let his mother discipline him.
Skipping this interlude, Niu Bancheng started his nonsense again.
The scholar thought about the sword dance for a long time and finally came to his senses, but he did not want to listen to a word Niu Bancheng said and was about to leave immediately.
"Daozhang Li?"
He wanted to call Li Changan, but found that the Taoist priest had disappeared.
"Feifei Xiaolangjun?"
He turned his head again, only to find that Feifei was gone.
"Why?"
He turned his head again, and behind him, a rich middle-aged man who was leading a man carrying a sword and carrying a sword looked at him with tears in his eyes.