Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

With Li Huowang's explanation, and with the help of others, Jinshan finally let the fire in Jinshan look down.

As for the so-called reason that Li Huowang made up, believe it or not, only Jinshan finds himself to know.

"Father, since it's on the way, why don't we go together? If there is any trouble on the way, let's take care of each other, right?"

Hearing Li Huowang's words, and thinking of the corpses of the bandits before, Jin Shan hesitated for a moment before finally nodded.

"Okay, old man, I'm on my way alone, I'm really afraid that one day I'll be caught by a big worm. If there are more people walking together, it will be safer."

"But the real person, the so-called old and old, and the old man, after all, the old man is no longer confused, if you want to come back a few more times, I will be in the coffin.

"Naturally not, it was really reckless to go down just now."

Seeing that the other party finally agreed, Li Huowang breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't deliberately stick to this strange old man, but he was afraid that this person had recognized him and was asked to tell others on the way.

Now as long as he stays by his side, everything can be watched.

The whole town was very lively with people coming and going. Walking in it, they immediately attracted the attention of others.

Many people stood still and pointed curiously at Li Huowang and others.

"They won't, and they recognize that we are all four, right?"

As soon as Li Huowang's thought came out, it went out again.

Lu Zhuangyuan and the others were not originally from Siqi, nor did they sing a play from Siqi, so they couldn't doubt it.

But these people also reminded Li Huowang.

Compared to suspecting that they are family members of the Four Qi soldiers, if a troupe does not sing, it is more likely to be suspicious.

After pondering for a while, Li Huowang immediately thought of a countermeasure. "Master Lu, since we are a troupe, let's set up a stage to sing. You see, so many people are waiting."

Acting is of course a full set.

Hearing Li Huowang's words, the hunchbacked champion Lu nodded again and again.

"Quick, quick, didn't you hear what the little Daoist said? Find a place to set up a platform." He walked over to the rest of the Lu family class and said.

"Ah... Dad, I'm exhausted, we just came out of the bandit den, we haven't sung enough there, let's sing again after a break...

Lu Zhuangyuan took a peek at Li Huowang who was not far away, picked up the cigarette stick and knocked **** his son's head.

"If you want to sing, you can sing! What nonsense! When you are my father, say this again!"

There are no trees and bamboo poles here, so there is no serious stage.

All I could do was find a broken wall and put the red tablecloth on it, and forget about it.

The carriage was led behind the broken wall and acted as a backstage.

Although it is simple, it is fortunate that the people in the town did not choose, and when they saw there was a play, they all gathered around.

Of course Li Huowang couldn't sit still. "Everyone went to help, remember our identities, we are the troupe now."

"After the show, let's go to the inn to have a good rest."

Li Huowang's words made everyone move except Jinshan.

Playing, pulling, playing, and singing, these laymen really couldn't help, they could only fight, but that made Zhuangyuan Lu and the others a lot easier.

Lu Juren, who was dressed in black, held a knife and appeared on the stage, and the buzzing crowd gradually became quiet.

The others did not applaud, but their eyes were full of curiosity.

Although beach opera was popular in Houshu, it can be seen from this point that they do not seem to reject other operas.

"Boom boom boom boom"

Along with the music of the Lu family class, Lu Juren began to sing.

"Today, I have been sent down the hill, Dong Qiang, to draw a sword to help the injustice!!"

Li Huowang kept looking at the audience, using his keen perception to look for possible risks.

But fortunately, after searching for a while, except for a thief who was stealing money from the crowd, there was nothing worth noting.

He also saw that Jin Shanzhao was also watching it together, and he was very involved in watching it.

"Senior Brother Li, it wasn't that I didn't want to give you that bamboo slip before, I just...

The hesitant voice sounded from behind, it was Chun Xiaoman's voice, and Li Huowang raised his hand to interrupt him.

"I know that because you were sold by your family, you always feel that nothing is better than what you hold. But "Daqianlu" is not good. This thing is very evil."

"If you don't use it properly, you will lose your life."

"But then Senior Brother Li, how can you use it?"

"I..." Li Huowang touched the smooth surface of "Da Qian Lu" with a wry smile on his face. "I am used to it."

"I was a little heavy before, don't blame me, I just have such a bad temper, take it easy."

Li Huowang reached out and took out the bell, and handed it to Chun Xiaoman.

"You can use this. Although Yangshou is required every time you use it, it is at least safer than "Da Qian Lu"."

Chun Xiaoman stretched out his hand to take it, looked at the Dao bell in his hand, and looked at Li Huowang with a surprised expression.

After getting along for so long, of course she understood the power of this bell, and the other party would actually give it to herself.

The unpleasant feeling in my heart suddenly disappeared without a trace.

She wanted to say something, but in the end it was condensed into one sentence. "Thank you, Brother Li."

Li Huowang sighed, in fact, he didn't want to give any of these things.

It's not selfish~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It's just that these things are more dangerous than each other.

In this crazy world, if you want to get something, you always have to give something.

Just when Li Huowang was teaching Chun Xiaoman how to use the Dao Bell, there was an accident outside.

It's not that some enemy has come, but that Lu Juren's mood on the stage is not right.

Judging from his excited look, it was obvious that he was in the play.

Even if Li Huowang didn't know much about drama, he noticed that the words in his mouth were obviously wrong.

"Rouge powder is like that charming medicine!!"

"Furong noodles is this Chong'er who was hooked to death!"

"Little Jinlian is like this vicious mandrill!"

"The willow waist is like a rope that trips a horse!"

"Merry eyes forced me to wear a moss hat!"

"A pair of jade wrist pillows for thousands of people!"

"A little bit of red lips, 10,000 customers chew!"

"Never mind Zhang Wang and Li Zhao!"

"The mandarin ducks call Jiaojiao on the pillow!!"

After singing the last stanza, Lu Juren's daughter-in-law, Luo Yanhua, who was beating the gong, raised the gong in her hand in grief and indignation, smashed the gong with all her might, and rushed towards the backstage with tears in her eyes.

With a "bang", the stage went quiet for a while.

After being stunned for a while, the pot exploded with a coax from the audience, and the applause rang out.

Good this good! !

"One more time, one more time!!

"This is much more exciting than a male drama! What kind of drama is this?"

"Let the little lady who just beat the gong come to the stage together, I will greatly reward you, sir!"

All kinds of copper coins, broken silver and some food, gradually covered the ground.

This was the most praised by the Lu family for so many years.

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