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The hustle and bustle of people in the audience fell silent at first, and then erupted into even more lively movements. The waiters who were warming up the stage were busy running around, throwing colorful paper flowers onto the stage.
In the midst of the excitement, Shi Shiran, a dramatist in his thirties who was about to have a long beard, walked onto the stage. He first bowed his hands and saluted the audience, then straightened his sleeves and walked slowly to the table.
, once again bowed his hands to the onlookers, and then slowly took his seat.
"Practice skills, but it's not considered practice."
Bai Shu, who was on the second floor, glanced briefly at the dramatist and came to a conclusion.
With his current eyesight, with just a casual glance, all the meridians, bones, flesh and blood, and true energy flow of the human body cannot escape his gaze.
This middle-aged man in gray clothes and plump cheeks and mustache is also a martial arts monk.
In Baizhu's field of vision, the acupuncture points at his eyes were faintly opened, as if the eye openings were opened and connected to the bridge between heaven and earth.
But a closer look revealed that the acupuncture points on the man's eyes were completely damaged and out of shape. Over time, the energy accumulated in his eyes, but it was only limited there and did not flow into other meridians of the body.
The first level of acuity training is to break through the nine apertures, connect the bridge between heaven and earth, and create a small cycle of heaven and earth in the human body.
Eye orifice.
This is the original Guanqiao acupoint.
This dramatist apparently tried to advance to the second realm after the fetal breath was completed, and tried to open his eyes. However, due to bad luck, he only opened three thirds of his eyes, and his true energy failed to continue, causing the bridge between heaven and earth to be helpless.
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"He was lucky. I don't know how many people who failed to pass the level were blown to pieces because they couldn't withstand the backlash."
Under the stage, spectators kept throwing copper coins, and Baizhu followed suit. He took a handful of Su Heng's small purse, picked out a few copper coins, and threw them on the stage:
"You insist that I come to accompany you, and that's all you want to hear?"
"This is no ordinary show!"
"What is that?" Bai Zhu smiled.
"Wang Qiuyi!"
"What?"
"This is Wang Qiuyi's new play." Su Heng grabbed another handful of beans and said vaguely amid the crackling sound: "Do you know Wang Qiuyi? He is famous in the play."
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"A general is born to be brave and courageous, with a wild goose feather sword in the autumn water across his waist, the wind blows with drums and mountains and rivers, and the lightning flashes and flags are high in the sun and the moon.
There is a species of unicorn in the sky. How can the ants in the burrow escape? It will be peaceful until the day of return. I will take off my shirt with the general!"
The noise gradually subsided. The gentleman on the stage clicked the cloud board and spoke loudly:
Dear readers, today’s story is about the meeting of a talented man and a beautiful woman on the banks of the Luo River! It’s like a fisherman accidentally picked up an embroidered sachet, and a mandarin duck listened to the lantern and learned the Zen message!
However, it was said that Emperor Shun of the former Song Dynasty passed away and the people were uneasy. At that time, there was a war in the south of the Yangtze River. Princess Changle, who was dedicated to worshiping the Buddha, personally brought her female relatives and palace officials to the Jingang Temple to pray for blessings..."
As soon as the cloud board rang, in the clear voice of the opera speaker, accompanied by the sound of plucked strings and drums, a graceful and tender singing voice also sounded at the right time.
Baizhu, who was originally a little careless, was stunned. He put down the tea cup that was close to his lips and his expression became slightly solemn.
A distant song sounded slowly, and he was singing about a thousand years ago, in the era of war and chaos, when the country of the former Song Dynasty was in danger, and violent turbulence surged from the palace to the countryside.
The palace maids who were collecting water accidentally lost the sachet of the royal nobleman during a play. It floated down the river to another dock in Tongjiang River... There, a young and orphaned fishermen came from the rags.
I caught it accidentally in a fishing net.
Time passed little by little in the gradually deepening voice, one hour, two hours...
When the stage was taken down and Baizhu and Su Heng walked out of the teahouse, the sun was already setting in the west, and it was dusk in the evening.
“So touching!”
Su Heng sniffed and her voice was choked:
"Wang Qiuyi and the little princess have liked each other for so long, but when they finally met, the little princess and the former Song Dynasty's official family had all been killed by the old bastard King Zheng Wu! King Zheng Wu is really not a human being! He is a beast!"
Baizhu, who had just watched an alien version of the "Anti-Zheng Divine Drama", was still in a daze, but when he heard Su Heng's faint cry, he couldn't help but feel helpless.
"I made it up, it's all made up, do you really believe it?"
Bai Shu smiled:
"Let's not talk about whether Princess Changle's daughter actually went to the King Kong Temple to pray for blessings, but the embroidery bag was dropped by the maids who were collecting water.
Besides, the Tongjiang River is so wide. Is it true that the embroidery bag that fell into the river was so lucky that it happened to be picked up by the fisherman Wang Qiuyi? I have been to the Tongjiang River. It is so wide that I can’t imagine. This behavior is no different.
Looking for a needle in a haystack!”
"What's more..." Bai Zhu said calmly:
"Will there be a message jade in your embroidery bag? A hundred steps away, even if Wang Qiuyi really picked up the little princess's message jade, wouldn't the monks of the former Song Dynasty be aware of it? They could ignore the palace
Do you want to let Wang Qiuyi and the little princess indulge in secret love?"
"So." Baizhu concluded: "Those things just now are just family talk, just listen to it, don't take it too seriously."
"snort!"
The angry Su Heng stopped suddenly and turned his head: "I hate it, go away, I won't care about you!"
"Okay." Bai Zhu smiled.
The handsome young man waving a white paper fan glanced at the angry Su Heng with a faint smile, and he walked forward leisurely without looking back.
As they walked further and further away, until the figure almost disappeared at the end of the street, there was no intention of stopping. Su Heng, unable to hold on, stamped his feet angrily and shouted aggrievedly:
"Hello!"
"My name is not Hello." Baizhu stopped and turned back expressionlessly: "My name is Chu Yuxun."
"hey-hey."
Even though I don’t understand it, it’s still funny.
Su Heng broke through the power in a second, she stupidly stepped forward, hugged Bai Shu's neck, and jumped up and down.
"I felt so uncomfortable after listening to the play. Tell me a joke." Su Heng rubbed Baizhu and drooped her little head: "I want to hear a joke."
"I'm not going to say... okay, okay."
Bai Shu sighed and said helplessly:
"The God of War returned and found his five-year-old son living in a doghouse. He couldn't help but be furious. With an order, one hundred thousand retired soldiers came and built a doghouse for the God of War."
Bai Zhu just laughed a few times, but saw that the person who heard the joke didn't react at all. After laughing a few times, he also stopped talking.
"Isn't it funny?"
"It's not funny." Su Heng shook his head: "It's not funny at all."
"..."
"What are you going to eat tonight?" The heartless Su Heng quickly put aside the worries of listening to the opera and asked happily: "What are you going to eat?"
"what ever."
"You really want to follow me? Then I want to eat candy balls and -"
"Forget it, just follow me."
"don't want!"
…
Amidst Su Heng's laughter, Baizhu frowned slightly, and he recalled the scene of singing in the teahouse.
"Wang Qiuyi..."
Bai Shu whispered the name in his heart.
In the dark, he felt that he and this person who had been dead for thousands of years could clearly predict that they would meet one another.
"It's Daogan, it's also Daoyuan!"
A loud voice sounded in his mind at the right time, but before Baizhu could think about it carefully, the sudden murmur disappeared and faded away in an instant.
It's Daogan.
It’s also Dogen…
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The sun was setting in the west little by little. On the street, as the figures of Baizhu and Su Heng disappeared little by little, the woman also looked away lightly.
