Taoist Lingxu entered Sitianjian's office and immediately issued a gag order to the gatekeeper.

"Don't tell anyone that I'm in the capital. Take me to see the supervisor as soon as possible."

In a small building in the backyard, Taoist Lingxu walked in without changing his clothes.

Si Tian Jian Tao Xian, who was wearing a purple Taoist robe, was meditating at the moment and opened his eyes when he saw the movement of someone coming.

When Tao Xian saw Lingxu, he frowned: "Lingxu?"

"Why did you rush back?"

"Didn't I tell you to look for traces of the immortal in Yanding Mansion? Did something happen?"

Lingxu immediately stepped forward and told everything that happened in Yanding Mansion, as well as what the immortal said.

"At that time, Kongchen Daojun spoke."

"The capital has become a den of demons. It is a good thing that the emperor is willing to leave the capital."

"Then Lingxu immediately rushed to the capital to see the prisoner."

After listening to this, Supervisor Si Tian and Tao Xian pondered these words carefully.

"The capital has become a cave of demons."

"Isn't it a good thing that the emperor is out of the capital?"

Every word seems to have a profound meaning, and when I think about it carefully, I feel even more terrified. After listening to it, Tao Xianjian sighed: "The meaning of immortality is unpredictable!"

"Kongchen Daojun is thousands of miles away, but he knows the capital well and has everything under control."

"You can see it more clearly than we can in Shenjing. It's really a clever plan."

After finishing speaking, Tao Xian immediately said: "It seems that the situation in the capital is more serious than we knew. Under such circumstances, it is indeed more dangerous for the emperor to stay in the capital."

"Visiting immortals in the south can actually break the situation."

Tao Xian laughed and said: "These demons want to bring trouble to the world. I think they are all close to death."

Taoist Lingxu expressed concern: "Jianzheng! There is a traitor in Sitianjian. Not only Lingwu has turned into a demon and fallen into the path of demons."

"I can be sure that there is more than one person like Lingwu."

Tao Xian raised his hand and comforted Taoist Lingxu: "This time I will accompany the emperor to visit the immortals in the south."

"When the time comes, these monsters and monsters will show their true colors."

"As long as they dare to come forward, their death is coming."

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Plum Garden, a famous theater in Yanding Prefecture.

Yu Shiguang stayed up for two days and one night, finished the first draft of the play, and rushed here.

Although his eyes looked dark, his spirit was very high.

Holding the manuscript of the play in his hand, he was as careful as holding a treasure of gold, with a satisfied smile on his face.

My mother's chronic illnesses and leg problems have been cured, and she has written what can be described as the most spiritual and emotional play in her life.

When Yu Shiguang was walking on the road, he felt that the sky was wide and the clouds were high, and the clouds were bright and bright, making him feel like he was having a strong wind while walking.

The banquet had just ended on the Meiyuan stage in the afternoon, and at the moment Wu, the leader of the theater troupe, was arranging and dismantling something on the stage.

"Bandou Wu! Batch Wu!" Yu Shiguang shouted impatiently when he saw Bantou Wu, as if he had something important to offer.

"Oh! It turns out that Scholar Yu is here."

When Team Leader Wu saw Yu Shiguang today, he was not as disgusted and indifferent as usual. He immediately came down to greet him and even called Yu Shiguang by his nickname.

After asking, I found out that Yu Shiguang had written a new script.

He took it from Yu Shiguang and looked at it again. The whole process made Team Leader Wu watch without blinking.

As the leader of a famous theater troupe in Yanding Prefecture, Leader Wu can certainly tell whether a play is good or bad, and what kind of plays the people like to watch.

When Yu Shiguang took out the script, he slapped his thigh and cheered loudly.

"The writing is really great! What's the name of this play?"

Yu Shiguang had just finished writing the manuscript and showed it to Team Leader Wu. He was stunned for a moment: "I haven't thought of a name yet! Do you really think it can be made into a movie? Is it really good?"

Team Leader Wu immediately signed up for guarantee.

"Hahaha! Of course, your play is guaranteed to be a big seller, and our troupe will immediately put down the work at hand and rehearse your play. I believe you will be able to see it soon."

"Nowadays, in most of the city, no one knows that you, Yu Shiguang, have met an immortal."

"Tell me? Didn't you get this story from an immortal? Otherwise, in just a few days, you would have been able to write such a wonderful script? Write such a touching story?"

The theater troupe from Lingzhou had recently put on "The Legend of the Immortals", which had completely suppressed the theater troupe of Wu Bantou. Wu Bantou was worried about finding a good show, but Yu Shiguang unexpectedly sent it to him.

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Yu Shiguang answered truthfully: "This is a story told to me by an immortal, but I wrote the script."

Yu Shiguang once again recounted the adventure of that day.

A dream in a cup, a dream for a hundred days.

When I woke up, the sun had not set even half a cent, but everything in my dream was still vivid.

Leader Wu clapped his hands and said excitedly: "This must be more than just a dream, but a real fairy tale."

"Perhaps thousands of years ago, there really was a man named Dong Yong who won the favor of the fairies in the sky."

The class leader stood up and walked up and down the stage.

There are words in the mouth.

"Such fairy tales are still dramas about the love between fairies and mortals. Combined with your illusion in the cup and the story passed down by the fairy, I believe it can cause a sensation in the entire Yanding Mansion."

Then he looked at Yu Shiguang.

"Since we don't have a name yet, why not call it Dong Yong's Encounter with Immortals!"

"how?"

Yu Shiguang shook his head and waved his hands.

"No! No! It's too straightforward!"

A name suddenly popped up in Yu Shiguang's mind: "Let's call him the Heavenly Match!"

Captain Wu thought for a moment and nodded.

"A match made in heaven?"

"Well! This is good!"

Then he raised his hand to Yu Shiguang and said, "Don't worry, I want this book of yours, and the money will definitely be yours."

"But this is just the first draft, please improve it!"

"But we can rehearse the play now! By the way, I need to copy your script now. Do you think it's feasible?"

Yu Shiguang immediately hesitated: "This..."

Bantou Wu immediately said: "This is the playbook given to you by the immortal. Who do we dare to deceive, and do we dare to deceive the immortal's things? Aren't I, Old Wu, afraid of retribution?"

After the copying was completed, Yu Shiguang received a deposit.

Then I went home satisfied,

However, Yu Shiguang, who was full of joy, did not notice that a white phantom had been looking at him in the theater troupe, and then followed him home.

When I got home, the house was filled with the smell of rice.

"Son! You're back, look what my mother has done for you?" On the stove, the old man called out with a wooden shovel.

"Mom! Did you make braised pork?" Yu Shiguang immediately put the script in the room impatiently and rushed out.

After being bedridden for a long time, my mother got out of bed and cooked for the first time, which made Yu Shiguang burp.

It was only when he returned to the room that he discovered that a woman in white clothes and skirt was sitting in front of the table where he usually wrote.

Her skin is as smooth as snow, without a single blemish.

Her beautiful nose and beautiful eyes are like the person in the painting stepping out.

Like a fairy, it is the kind of beauty that is not like the fireworks of the human world.

The woman held Yu Shiguang's playbook in her hand, and her beautiful eyes shone with light at this moment.

"I would like to be a winged bird in heaven, and a twig on earth."

The woman closed her eyes.

"The eternity of heaven and earth will eventually come to an end."

"This hatred lasts forever...there is no end to it."

He opened his eyes and looked at the words in the playbook and sighed: "Only an immortal can write such a poem!"
To be continued...