Chapter 482 The Ghost Festival Listening to the Drama 3 I Wish the Motherland a Birthday...
Listening to Opera on Ghost Festival (Third update, happy birthday to the motherland!)
After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Qiu Sheng deliberately walked back slowly. When he came back, Ah Wei had already checked the sample and handed it over.
Qiu Sheng patted his shoulder with satisfaction and said, "I didn't expect that Awei, you are becoming more and more discerning and have a bright future!"
"Okay, hurry up and burn it. If it's too late, I'll be angry." Uncle Jiu handed over the written money and said.
Qiu Sheng and Ah Wei stuffed the Ming Chao into the copper tripod. Qiu Sheng used his breath to light the Ming Chao without using fire. Ah Wei looked at it with envy: "Qiu Sheng, when will I be as powerful as you?"
After another inhumane life in Maoshan, Qiu Sheng's current basic cultivation method is about to be promoted to the third level. This little thing can still be solved.
He smiled proudly, knocked Awei's chest with the back of his hand and said, "It will be enough after the master actually accepts you as his disciple, but it is still very early to reach my level."
"I don't know when Feng Yi will come back. I haven't seen him for so long, and I still miss him a little." Ah Wei said half-truthfully.
"Yeah, I miss him too. That guy is a rich man.
You don’t have to worry about eating, drinking and having fun with him, unlike Master, who only gives you one tael of silver a month, and Wen Cai and I have to split it half and half!"
Qiu Sheng looked at Ah Wei with an unhappy face and said, "Unlike you, we also have a job as a security captain, and the town pays you a salary every month!"
Awei smiled bitterly when he heard Qiusheng's words and said: "It's not like you don't know that my cousin is someone who is obsessed with money. Every month you pay your salary and hand it over. If you use the money, you have to write an application. If the reason is inappropriate, it will be rejected."
, I’m even worse off than you are now!”
"Your cousin is so powerful and you still want to marry her?" Qiu Sheng asked sympathetically.
"You don't understand, she only does this to me. Maybe, this is called love!" Ah Wei said with a crazy look on his face.
"Exactly, that's what you think. But didn't you say you wanted to get married? Why haven't you gotten married yet?" Qiu Sheng asked curiously.
"Wait for Feng Yi to come back. I am an orphan. The closest thing I have is Master and you. I have not been officially accepted as a disciple by Master yet. There are no elders above me, so it is inappropriate." Ah Wei explained.
"That's true..."
The two of them were whispering outside, and Uncle Jiu's voice came from inside the room: "Qiusheng, Awei, what are you doing?"
Qiu Sheng shrugged helplessly and walked into the house with Ah Wei.
Uncle Jiu had just finished paying homage to the ancestors of the Maoshan sect. When he heard the footsteps of the two of them, he said without looking back: "I haven't seen Wencai all night. Are you looking for Xiaoting again?"
"It's not that... isn't Zhenkou putting on airs and singing? He knew that he was short, so he ran over to take a seat." Qiu Sheng said casually.
"Obtain a seat? Watch the show?"
Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned around and shouted: "This fool, tonight's show is for singing ghosts, why is he joining in the fun!"
"Ah, are you singing to ghosts?" Both Qiu Sheng and Ah Wei's expressions changed slightly.
"Let's go, come back with me to find him." Uncle Jiu sighed, shook his head and walked out with his hands behind his back.
"Ms. sir, it's so late, where are you going?"
Gu Gu, who was playing with Ayin, Xiaorong and Xiaoshuang in the next room.
He walked out lightly and asked.
"Today is Ghost Festival, where can I go?"
Uncle Jiu was extremely speechless about Gu Gu's current observation ability. The other party could hear the slightest sign of trouble, as if a weapon had been placed on Uncle Jiu: "Wen Cai ran out to listen to the show, I will go find him and come back."
"Ah, this silly boy actually ran out to listen to a play tonight. Isn't he stupid?" Aunt Sue also changed her expression.
"You already called him a stupid boy, and you asked him if he was stupid. Okay, I'll take Qiu Sheng and Ah Wei over there, and you can play with Xiao Shuang at home."
Xiao Rong and A Yin are both female ghosts, and Xiao Shuang is a zombie, so they are not suitable to appear in front of ghosts.
"Then, follow your master closely. It's so dark, so he doesn't get lost." Gu Gu said with a hint.
"Don't worry, Master, we are just looking for literary talents."
Ever since he discovered that Uncle Jiu was being manipulated by Aunt Zhe, Awei's target of licking his dog has shifted to Aunt Zhe.
Of course, he also listened to what Uncle Jiu said.
But when the two of them had differences, he mostly spoke for Gu Gu.
Uncle Jiu was speechless for a long time after hearing Ah Wei's words. When he turned around, he found that Qiu Sheng was gone again. He frowned and said, "Qiu Sheng, where have you gone?"
"Master, I have a stomachache. You go first and I will arrive later." Qiu Sheng shouted at the top of his lungs in the hut.
"No wonder I feel a bad smell..."
Uncle Jiu pinched his nose, shook his head at Awei and said, "Let's go, let's go first, something will happen if we wait too long."
"Hey, Master."
Seeing Uncle Jiu's caution, Ah Wei put the high-level corpse-suppressing talisman that Uncle Jiu wrote for him close to his body. If he saw a group of ghosts later, it would be safer to have the talisman in hand.
"By the way, Master, why can't living people watch the show played for ghosts?" Ah Wei asked curiously, following Uncle Jiu.
"Because it is easy to be confused by ghosts, if he leaves with the ghosts in ignorance, he will go to hell, and even the heavenly master will not be able to save him." Uncle Jiu said with a rather stern expression.
"Ah... Then it's better to let him stay at home with Xiaorong." Ah
Wei shuddered and said.
"That's right, this guy Wencai pestered Xiaoting during the day and accompanied Xiaorong at night. Why did he suddenly come out to listen to the show?"
Uncle Jiu suddenly felt that something was wrong.
During the Ghost Festival, the gates of hell are wide open. How could someone with a literary talent and a cowardly character escape?
"When Wencai went shopping for groceries, he said that he had heard from others that the show tonight was very exciting. If you go late, you won't be able to get a seat."
Ah Wei scratched his head and said cautiously: "If I hadn't printed the money with Master, I would have come to take a look."
"A bunch of desperate bastards, I don't know which bastard wants to harm you!" Uncle Jiu shook his head repeatedly after hearing this. After following him for so many years, how could Wen Cai be so easily deceived.
Awei shook his head, he knew nothing about it.
Uncle Jiu didn't think too deeply about it. The two of them arrived at the entrance of the town one after another, and they were singing and babbling.
Not to mention, this troupe is very dedicated. Everyone wears costumes and facial makeup. You dance with knives and I play with guns. There is also a somersaulter over there. It looks very exciting.
But in the wide place below, only Wencai was alone.
But this kid's brain circuit was indeed different from ordinary people. There was no one around, and instead of feeling panicked, he bit the sugar cane with great interest and muttered: "Why is there no one?"
?There’s no need to compete for a spot!
It’s true that those two bastards Qiusheng and Awei have agreed to come to the theater together, but they haven’t come yet.”
After muttering, there happened to be a wonderful scene in front of him, and he even clapped his hands and applauded.
It didn't matter what he did, he directly scared the singers on the stage...
