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Chapter 515 Drama
Haizhou Road Huiping City.

This is the southern gate of Chu State. After the war with the north was temporarily suspended, the imperial court reopened the border at the request of all parties, and caravans who had been waiting for a long time swarmed in immediately.

In addition to the caravans, there are more casual cultivators who practice Qi. They also come here to make money, because the battle between the Taiyin Sect and the Yuqing Sect in Hushan is still going on, and the road is sometimes very uneven. The caravans going south usually Hire one or two Qi practitioners.

Of course, the most prosperous area in the Huiping City area is undoubtedly near Jinlou. The romantic places here are the best in the south. dignitaries from all over the Southeast Islands and the south of Zhongzhou will come here to spend a day or two and experience the exotic flavor. He even likes the taste of demon clan.

As for the businessmen passing by here, it is impossible for them to spend money like in the novel. Sometimes they are reluctant to buy even a piece of dried meat because all they calculate in their minds every day is the cost, but this does not prevent them from bragging everywhere. The Golden Tower was so popular that it attracted real wealthy families and literati from all over the world to come and have a look.

At a quarter of an hour in the evening.

A temporary stage has been set up at the entrance of the bridge leading to the Golden Tower. Next to the stage are various food stalls. At this moment, the front of the stage is full of people. Everyone is looking at the stage expectantly, looking forward to what is about to begin. Big drama.

Today's play is one of the people's favorite plays in recent years. It is called "The True Man Suppresses the Heroes". It is a play based on the story of Changqing Master who wiped out the heroes of Zhenyang Mountain.

"I heard that when Master Changqing first started practicing Taoism, he came to our Huiping City several times!"

A middle-aged man wearing the robe of a minor official was drinking tea while talking to his friends beside him. His voice was extremely loud, as if he was very proud of knowing this.

“It’s quite interesting here!”

The show begins.

This man looked very young. He was wearing a light blue long-sleeved robe, a gold-trimmed hat on his head, and a paper fan in his hand. He was followed by a boy who looked like a schoolboy. The boy was wearing gray linen clothes and carrying a A cowhide bag with a blooming lotus embroidered on the surface.

The young people looked up at the people present. From time to time they would shout "Okay" and the opera on the stage would be sung louder and louder. Unfortunately, it was sung in the local dialect, and outsiders could hardly understand a word of it.

The play lasted for almost two-quarters of an hour. During this period, a stage clerk came to collect the reward three times holding a gong. After the play ended, some of the audience reluctantly left the stage, while some of the audience remained where they were, waiting for the second scene. start.

"Aren't you going to Jinlou tonight?" the book boy asked curiously.

"I don't understand!" The young man shook his head.

The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed. He definitely couldn't make the decision on this matter. Fortunately, at this moment, there was a thin sound of drums coming from the direction of the stage.

The middle-aged man looked proud, put down the tea cup in his hand gracefully, and said: "There are records at the border pass and in the county government archives that Master Changqing left when he passed through the customs!"

But one person followed the audience and shouted "Okay", and then sat down next to the nearby Eight Immortals table, and waved to a waiter from a nearby mutton soup shop, asking for a bowl of mutton soup.

Someone next to me immediately asked, "That was hundreds of years ago, right? How did you know?"

Suddenly, everyone nearby cast their eyes, including those dignitaries who were about to enter the Jinlou through Banqiao, but these people would leave after just one look, because the stage in the Jinlou sang better than here.

"Master, can you understand?" the book boy asked curiously.

"I think the county government should take it out and enshrine it in Changqing Temple for us to watch together!" Someone suggested, and his suggestion immediately won the approval of everyone nearby.

"Then why are you so happy?"

"Because they are happy."

At this time, someone came off the stage holding a gong to collect the reward money.

Under normal circumstances, one penny will be given, and the richer ones will be given more than ten pence. When it is the young man's turn, the book boy next to him takes out half a silver ingot from his chest and is about to cut off a piece with the iron scissors he carries. When they arrived, the young man ordered: "Give it all to him."

"Yes, young master!" The bookboy put half of the silver ingot in his hand into the gong. The boy next to him immediately clasped his fists and bowed: "Thank you, master, for the reward!"

The young man just waved his hand, then stood up and left the Eight Immortals Table. After looking at the Golden Tower in the distance, he turned and walked towards the nearby square where the carriage was parked.

After getting on the carriage, the young man told the driver: "Go to Zhuangzi in the eastern suburbs."

At this time, the county town has already closed its gates, and those who come here to play are either people from nearby farms and suburbs, or dignitaries who have villages outside the city.

In a short time, the hustle and bustle outside the carriage had completely subsided, leaving only the chirping of insects on a summer night.

When the carriage passed by a paddy field, several fast horses followed from behind. In a blink of an eye, they passed the carriage and stopped steadily in front.

The young man in the carriage looked at his bookboy and said, "It seems that the wealth has been revealed."

As he spoke, he quickly pulled out a magic formula in his hand. A khaki mysterious light flashed around the carriage, and then dense thorns emerged from the rammed earth on the straight road.

"Pfft!"

Before the robbers who blocked the road had time to react, they were pierced by ground thorns and the horses they were sitting on, and their blood shone with a strange red light in the night sky.

Then these corpses were dragged deep into the ground by the stirring earth. At the same time, the dense thorns on the rammed earth quickly dissipated, but after a while everything returned to calm.

"Go back to Zhuangzi!"

The young man ordered again.

The coachman didn't care about what happened just now. After nodding and saying "yes", he carried the carriage in an orderly manner and continued on his way.

A quarter of an hour later, when the carriage passed a fork in the road, the young man suddenly said: "Stop!"

The carriage stopped immediately.

The young man got off the carriage at some point and stood in front of a statue at the three-way intersection.

This statue was newly built, and its image is that of a Taoist master. He has two heads, one with a ferocious look full of murderous intent, and the other with the compassionate image of a Taoist Xuanxiu master. The most eye-catching thing is that he Surrounded by a terrifying snake.

"I underestimated you!"

As he spoke, he pinched out a magic formula with his left hand, and the statue immediately fell into pieces.

Looking at the torn statue of the god, a happy expression flashed across the young man's face, and then he turned into a stream of light and returned to the carriage, saying again: "Go back to Zhuangzi."

Not long after he left, a monk wearing night clothes fell in front of the broken statue. He pinched out the same magic formula with his left hand and repaired the statue in a blink of an eye. Then he solemnly bowed with his fists and performed a Taoist junior salute. .

At this time, another person came out of the darkness next to him.

"Are you sure it's him?"

"Neng, it's Xuanhe's aura. Although he has changed his appearance, his spell-casting aura will not change!" The person in front of the statue turned around and faced the moonlight, revealing his murderous face. This person was Wen Hai. .

"That's good, he won't be able to escape this time!"

(End of this chapter)