The story of the lurking monster on the stage is getting more and more intense and exciting.

Coupled with the enthusiastic audience in the audience, the guardians who came to watch the theater for the first time were as excited as the people in the audience.

"Look, General Donkey is refining the universe." The guardrail of the private room on the second floor was almost cracked by General Donkey.

"Look at this sword. This boy has killed a mere locust god with the power of blowing ashes." The Qinglong boy floated in the air holding the Qinglong sword and blew the dragon's beard bangs on his temples.

As soon as Yun Jun opened his mouth, he mocked: "You foolish donkeys and children!"

"Strength and weakness are just clouds in front of the eyes, but magnanimity can leave a person's name in history."

"If it weren't for Ben Yunjun to support the great immortal with his immortality, who would still remember you."

After saying this, Yun Jun looked sad: "Those who are good at fighting have no great achievements. The people who make the greatest contributions are often the unknown people hiding behind the scenes."

"Ah! Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied."

"After harvesting the honey from hundreds of flowers, for whom do you work hard..."

"For...who...sweet~."

After Yunjun recited a poem, he was moved, but what he saw was General Donkey and Qinglong Boy's common enemy.

"Ah! I'll kick!" The donkey's hooves flew up.

"I'll cut it!" The sword cut it down.

"ah!"

The three guardians got into a fuss, and finally Yun Jun said aggrievedly that a gentleman would not fight with villains and cheap donkeys, so he turned into a jade pendant and hung it again on the waist of Kongchen Great Immortal.

But none of this affected Kong Chenzi's enjoyment of the show.

As soon as the rope was pulled, the actor playing the role of Kongchen Daxian flew up on the stage, holding a magic sword, and a donkey tied with paper was hoisted along with it. Layers of mist emerged from the background, indicating that it was soaring in the clouds.

The Locust God is a big grasshopper. After a fierce fight, the locust turned into a clown, which can be regarded as showing his true form.

Layers of chains were tied to it, binding the Locust God.

The Great Immortal rebuked the Locust God righteously and sternly, and the Locust God knelt down and begged for mercy. The Great Immortal took the Locust God who had fled to the lower world and returned to heaven to be punished.

When leaving, the Great Immortal also summoned wind and rain to relieve the drought in Lingzhou. Many characters immediately ran out and bowed to the Great Immortal above the clouds to thank him, but the Great Immortal left amid the storm and thunder.

Although the whole scene seems a bit fake, the plot and the truth are also very different.

But it truly interpreted the scene that the people of Lingzhou could see that day, especially since this troupe was the same troupe that used to be the governor of Lingzhou Prefecture. They experienced these stories and saw this with their own eyes.

Scene after scene, the rehearsal becomes more realistic and the emotions become more real and full.

For today's common people, such a drama can be regarded as a rare grand scene, a drama that is impossible to see on ordinary days.

Many people stood up excitedly when they saw the end, and stood up and cheered loudly towards the stage. Many people also threw copper coins and silver towards the stage.

"Okay, okay!" Some people have also experienced famine and this kind of disaster, and they were moved to tears on the spot.

"What a great immortal, burn all the locusts to death." The old man deeply understood the difficulties faced by farmers. He was very excited when he saw the locusts being burned to death and the Locust God Cup being taken away.

"Locust God, go back to the sky."

"To call upon the wind and rain, to save the suffering, this is the god in my mind!" Some young scholars expressed admiration for the freedom and magical powers of this god.

Gao Xian stood in front of the guardrail on the second floor, took out a silver coin from his arms and threw it towards the stage.

But now that it was attached to the guardrail, the Dao mark on Gao Xian's forehead suddenly appeared automatically, and the complex lines continued to spread, forming a Dao seal.

Gao Xian immediately knew what was going on with this familiar feeling.

There are new protector gods appearing around. It is different from the last time when Yunjun was sensed because of the thick fog that covered the entire Yunjuntan at the time.

This time it must be very close.

He immediately lowered his head and looked down, searching with his eyes, and immediately saw a scribe in blue shirt being squeezed from the back of the crowd and running towards the front, looking a little embarrassed.

"Huh?" Gao Xian showed a smile on his face.

This was an acquaintance, the same city gatekeeper who had given him an embarrassing meal at the city gate before.

Although the commotion made Gao Xian a little embarrassed, Gao Xian had a good impression of this city gatekeeper and felt that it would be more interesting if there were more flexible and upright people like this in the world.

The city gatekeeper in blue shirt only paid a few copper coins, so he could only stand in the corridor and watch.

Amidst the crowd, the scribe in green shirt held a pen in one hand and a blank scroll in the other. He must have been copying something in the audience.

If you take a closer look, you will find that he is writing the lyrics and stories on the stage while watching. The scripts for the three scenes of the Legend of the Immortals are all written by famous Lingzhou masters. They are indeed classics, but I don’t know what this blue-shirted scribe is doing.

Use it, maybe just like it.

The scribe in blue shirt was pushed to the front of the stage, and a girl on the stage held out the gong in front of him to ask for a reward.

"This guest officer, please give me a reward!"

The scribe in blue shirt searched for a long time, and only took out a copper plate and placed it on the gong.

As the gongs rang again and again, the drama came to an end, and the crowd continued to walk out of the plum garden.

The scholar in green shirt is named Yu Shiguang. He is a small official at the south gate of Yanding Mansion. Logically speaking, he should be a very prosperous place. However, because he cannot wipe out his dignity or is too proud, he is willing to live in poverty and uphold his so-called integrity as a scholar.

, so he is somewhat famous in Yanding Mansion.

Some people respect him, but naturally some people regard him as a poor man who is stupid because of reading.

I found a place to sit down at the gate of Meiyuan, facing the bright sun and refining the script of "The Legend of the Immortal and the Demon" from memory. I felt that the story was really good, every character was vivid and the lyrics were touching.

Passing by a roadside wine stall and smelling the aroma of wine, the wine bug in my stomach started to scream again.

Yu Shiguang looked at it for a long time, but unfortunately he was short of money, so he shook his head and prepared to leave.

At this time, a familiar voice came from behind: "Brother, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Yu Shiguang turned around and recognized the Taoist immediately: "Is that you?"

The Taoist sat directly on the table and shouted: "One pot of wine, two plates of peanuts and another appetizer."

The restaurant immediately responded: "Hello! Sir, please wait, we will be here soon!"

Seeing the hesitation of the blue-shirted scribe, the Taoist immediately laughed: "I am not a liar, and all the money I get is clean."

Overwhelmed by alcohol addiction, Yu Shiguang finally sat down and said, "My Excellency Yu Shiguang, you must be a martial artist, right? Only someone who is diligent in practicing martial arts may forget to recite the Taoist scriptures and forget to study."

The Taoist nodded: "That's right!"

After three cups, I became familiar with it.

The Taoist asked: "I see that you are also a scholar, and you are quite literary in your speech and behavior. Why are you willing to be a city gate official?"

Yu Shiguang was drunk and smiled bitterly. His voice was a little louder: "I am originally from Yunzhou. I came to Beijing to take the exam eight years ago in Jiande. Unfortunately, there was fraud in the scientific examination that year. Many people at that time

I was one of them who was implicated for no reason, and my title was revoked and I will never be employed.

The sadness in my heart finally turned into a long sigh: "It's time! It's fate!"

"When you come, you are high-spirited, but when you leave, you are downcast."

"What is left behind is only the passion and spirit of a scholar. I don't want to go back to my hometown and listen to the rumors. Finally, when I passed by Yan Ding Mansion, I stayed here and became a pen clerk under the introduction of a friend."

"Welcoming guests from all over the world can be regarded as guarding this city gate and Yanding Mansion, and becoming a useful person!"

The Taoist asked: "In the plum garden just now, I saw you taking out paper and pen to write down from time to time. What is this?"

"Hahaha! Is this what you are talking about?" Yu Shiguang took out the pen and paper in the suitcase beside him.

"As a scholar, I come to this world to walk around. I can't be an official and benefit the people. I always want to leave something behind."

"I like to watch plays on weekdays. After watching a lot, I thought about writing a wonderful script."

"If it can be passed down to the world, my name will be remembered in history."

Yu Shiguang spoke with great energy. The Taoist nodded, but looked at the box, which contained a roll of bamboo slips.
Chapter completed!