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Chapter 102: Chapter [-]
Caiyi Boy came to the stage, and someone erected three rockery on the stage.The rockery is covered with cloth, and the names of the three fairy mountains "Huliang", "Fuyu" and "Xiyi" are written on it, and there are people supporting them under the cloth.Caiyi boy is not tall, about 14 years old, but he has practiced the tricks of fish and dragon for eight years.He dexterously jumped onto the rockery, borrowed the power of the people in the rockery to lift him up, jumped more than ten feet high, turned over and landed on another rockery.

The fish at the back is dressed in blue scales, with eyes that match their eyes, and the scales are written with the words "the eyes are side by side, the king is bright", chasing the boy in colorful clothes.

Between the three mountains, one person and one fish leaped and chased, playing for half an hour.Suddenly, the boy in Caiyi fished out a beautiful dragon ball from the foot of Huliang Mountain.Seeing this, Yu'er chased even more fiercely, touched the corner of Caiyi Boy's clothes several times, but missed repeatedly.The fish got angry, shook its head and flicked its tail, causing bursts of water splashes in the mountains, and for a while, white mist filled the air.

Qinglin was covered by the white mist, and a yellow shadow seemed to emerge.

In a blink of an eye, an eight-foot-long yellow dragon came out through the fog.

Every year at the opening of the Ichthyosaur Fair, people in Xuandu never get tired of watching such a play, and when the yellow dragon comes out, there are exclamations everywhere.

I saw the green-scaled flounder turned into an eight-foot-long yellow dragon, but the boy in Caiyi was not afraid, he stuck the embroidered dragon ball on the staff, and led the dragon to walk, laughing endlessly.

On the Wangque Terrace, the gongs and drums are in full swing, and in the Taimiao of the old imperial city, Huang Zhong Dalu is like the voice of heaven.In the dark alley, a bloody wind quietly floated up, and the monsters fell down one after another.Beside the Lingji Mansion Monastery in Tongming Square, there is a black turtle the size of a house floating in the bloody water.Outside the Dajue Jingshe in Qingyin Lane, there were Confucian scholars drawing their swords and beheading ghost performers.Under the white-clothed plain goddess altar in Xuanyangfang, the Fengchen army slaughtered the old woman, leaving teeth and nails all over the floor.

After the fish-and-dragon show, some tricksters climbed up poles several feet high and performed "Dulu Xunzhu". Although it was far less exciting than the fairy pole that was famous in Xuandu, it also received a lot of applause. .Back then, Qionghua Puppet Show, which had won some fame in the Little Fish and Dragon Association, did not hide its clumsiness at this time, the stage turned, and the puppets on the stage jumped down one by one, dancing with the puppeteer.

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In the sea of ​​people, a young man and a girl stepped onto the Qiyun Bridge.

The performances on the Wangque Stage were wonderful, but the young man turned his attention to the north city wall of Xuandu.In the Jinghe Canal under the city wall, several large ships are docked.The sky was clear and windless, and the blue sparrow flag hung low on the mast.The boat has been filled with Lizhou's emerald dendrobium, multicolored porcelain, and floating sapphire, and it will depart for Shu in an hour.In just one month, these large ships will be able to bring back full ships of Shu Brocade and Shu Embroidery, Jiange Tea, and Guilu Yellow Flowers.

In the days when the water transportation is closed, only the boats with the Qingque flag and the Qingque Palace can get out of the water.

Nie Kongkong was dressed in a red outfit, and his hair was tied like a man's.In previous years, when waiting for the big ichthyosaur meeting, the days seemed like years, but these three days passed in the blink of an eye.The excitement around Liuzhufang was the same as in previous years, but it sounded very noisy.The gongs and drums on the Wangque Terrace seemed to be beating in her chest, almost shaking her heart out.

Li Chan withdrew her gaze from looking at the city wall, looked back at Nie Kongkong, patted her on the shoulder, then turned and walked towards Liuzhufang.Nie Kongkong followed behind Li Chan, and the crowd rubbed shoulders, but he could always find a gap, like a black carp darting through the water, he came to the Wangque stage in a short while.

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Behind Wangque Terrace, Cao Sulan methodically arranged for various troupes to play.Cao Sulan, as the head of the Fish and Dragon Association, was painted with a fairy rod on the sun screen of Wangque Terrace, which can be regarded as the top of the contemporary hundred operas.This year's Fish and Dragon Festival is still exciting, but in Cao Sulan's eyes, it is still old wine in a new bottle, with little new ideas.

When the Qionghua puppet show in front of the stage ended, Cao Sulan nodded to a prostitute behind the stage, signaling the prostitute to come on stage.This trickster is good at flying swords and jumping balls. While throwing twelve balls with one hand, he can also shake the drum with his right hand.

The trickster took the guy and walked onto the stage.Cao Sulan looked at the disappearing figure of the prostitute, but thought of a pipa in her heart. Recently, there have been demons in Xuandu, and Gu Jiuniang was also poisoned by demons.It's a pity that the music score was only a flash in the pan in the red sleeve move, and it withered overnight.

After the tricks of flying swords and jumping balls were finished by the tricksters outside, Cao Sulan called the people who pretended to be gods and elephants to come on stage. Those people were dressed in colorful clothes, like gods and men, and walked to the door of ghosts.But there is a looming mirage.

Those people in colorful clothes left in opposite directions, but no one noticed.Li Chan looked at the dark doorway of ghosts, "Kong Konger, did Jiu Niang tell you why this way to power is called the doorway of ghosts?"

Nie Kongkong shook his head.

Li Chan unbuttoned his black clothes, and said: "Actors are living people off the stage, but when they come on stage, they act as dead people. This door to the stage separates life and death, so it is called the door of ghosts. You If you get on this stage with me, it will probably be difficult to get out of your body, and after a while, if you pass through this door, just treat yourself as a dead person."

Nie Kongkong's palms were already soaking wet at some point, she clenched her fists, watching Li Chan put on the flower tinsel and stepped into the door, his black clothes fell down, and he was wearing a blue shirt with water sleeves inside.It was still noisy outside, and the ghost doorway was dark.The Tsing Yi turned his head and looked inside the door, his face had become Gu Jiuniang.This gaze seemed to come from Jiuyou, but it was not cold.Nie Kongkong was stunned for a moment, then walked quickly into the ghostly way, and followed Tsing Yi.Walking from the darkness to the noisy place, as if walking from the underworld to the world, Nie Kongkong's heart beat like a drum, following the steps of Tsing Yi, step by step, calm down.

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Perhaps it was because the other plays were too exciting, but the old-fashioned trick of flying swords and jumping balls did not receive much appreciation.The trickster seemed to have expected such a situation long ago, he inserted dozens of sharp swords into the big tube, flew over it, and finally earned a lot of exclamations by this dangerous trick.

Not long after the Feijian Tiaowan trickster went down, there was a Hongsheng and Qingdan on stage.That red-born heroic figure, holding a silver-lacquered paper sword with a vermilion handle, strode to the center of the stage with great strides, and cupped his sword in all directions.

"This Hongsheng is quite energetic." On the stage, Cheng Yu, the leader of the second meeting of the Fish and Dragon Society, nodded in praise, and then said doubtfully, "However, after the flying sword jumps the ball, it seems that it should be a play of elephants... "

Seeing the appearance of the Tsing Yi, Xu Yingqiu raised his eyebrows and almost stood up.The firework woman who died for love actually climbed out of the tomb and stood on the stage!He murmured: "Cheng Huishou, if this big ichthyosaur society remains unchanged, there will be no surprises."

Suddenly there was the sound of gongs and drums, and the sound of cymbals.

There were obviously no musicians on the stage, but the sound of flute, flute, and jia sounded again, as if old musical instruments had turned into ghosts, singing themselves in places where no one saw.Along with the sound of music, that Hong Sheng slowly danced his sword.

The sound of music coming from nowhere is quite novel.That Hongsheng's sword dance can't see any other way.

Suddenly the long sleeves of the Tsing Yi flicked, and the sound of the pipa played, and Tsing Yi sang: "Red sleeves and green crowns, jade scratching gold tins, crowning the Limen of Jiaofang."

As soon as Tsing Yi on the stage spoke, Cheng Huishou, the so-called No. [-] Tsing Yi in the world, suddenly changed his color, looked towards the stage, and murmured: "This is not a human voice..."

The singing is like a gust of wind, blowing over the notes of thunder, and blowing away the noise from the Wangque stage.

"Red sleeves and green crowns, jade scratching gold tins, crowning the Limen of Jiaofang."

"Playing a pipa, laughing at the spectators lost their souls."

"Don't look back, Zhu Yan mirrors the snow, the green warbler sings old, and falls into the pearl dust."

"Afraid of deep spring, desolate smoke and willows, and ups and downs of wind and moon."

"My youth is gone, but fortunately now, I have to meet my beloved."

"Zongjiuqu Quanming, Taoshan Road is far away, and I will live up to your kindness."

"Wangquelou tower is so high, fish and dragons meet, and stop the clouds."

"Ask the gods and ghosts from all directions, who will listen to my magic voice?"

At first, the singing seemed to recall the past.Turning around suddenly, only the sigh of the firework girl remained.After sighing, he was determined like a person going to die.

The people under the Wangque stage looked at the singers on the stage, and forgot to applaud for a while.What this woman sang was not fairy tales, nor princes and generals.It was Qiannv who went to die for Tan Lang, but she climbed out of the depths of Jiuyou and stood on the stage.

In Liuzhufang, Qiyun Bridge and even Xuandu City, the alleys are empty and there is no sound.The Wangque Terrace is as high as the clouds, and on the red rug, she is dressed in green clothes, and the sound of magic sounds pierces through her ears.

　The lyrics of this song are "Yangzhou Slow", with a slight change.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)