Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

When everyone else was enjoying the food, Li Huowang was also not surprised.

He sat alone in the distance, nibbling on the fattest leg of lamb, while sitting there thinking about his own affairs, completely isolating everything outside.

"Although Nascent Soul said that the Superintendent of Heaven is tight on the outside and loose on the inside, it's not difficult to join it, so I have to find a way."

"First of all, how should I get in touch with them? I can't just ask them on the street, right? I don't know if the mask can completely hide my identity."

"Although a mask can hide your identity in front of Han Fu, it may not work in front of everyone."

"But now Liang Guo doesn't know what's going on, and it's useless to just think about it. It's still necessary to adapt according to the actual situation."

"As the saying goes, the beginning of the night is difficult. As long as you can take this first step, the next step will be much easier."

Just when Li Huowang was fascinated by this matter, his keen hearing heard the sound of cloth shoes crushing the grass.

As soon as he looked up, Li Huowang saw Lu Zhuangyuan's wrinkled old face, and the signature flattering smile on his face. "Little Daoist, are you free? Haha, the old man wants to discuss some small matters with you."

"Oh? You said." Li Huowang put down the bones in his hand and looked at Class Master Lu in front of him.

During this period of time, he had been dealing with the Black Taisui affair, and he almost forgot that there was a troupe by his side.

"Little Daoist, you also know that in the past in Houshu, because of desertion, our play box, costumes and musical instruments for playing and singing were all thrown away."

"But after all, we're a play troupe, and it's impossible to do anything without a meal, so I just want to ask you to get some money on credit, and then arrange those things, and build this stage again. You see.. ...how is it?"

Hearing that the other party was looking for him to talk about this matter, Li Huowang seemed very indifferent. The golden box that Sun Baolu's mother gave him was worth a lot of money, so he wouldn't care about this matter.

"That's fine, go to Bai Lingmiao and get the money."

"Hey~ hey~ hehe, little Daoist, don't be busy for now, old man, I haven't finished my words yet, you take this well." Lu Zhuangyuan said, and took out a crumpled, red handprint from his arms. The paper was handed to Li Huowang.

Li Huowang took the crumpled note and looked at the crooked note on it, the words on it were hard for him to read.

"What is this written? Is it a ghost painting?"

Class Master Lu's face turned red, "This is an IOU, please take care. I don't know a few words for the old man. Anyway, it's not in the way, just have a handprint!"

"Little Daoist, you are kind to us, and we can't give you credit for nothing. These days, we eat yours and use yours, what do you think."

"Until the money is paid off, you are the owner of our Lu family class! From now on, as long as our Lu family class earns half of the money, half of it will be ours and half will be yours."

"Repay half of it to me? I'm afraid you will never be able to repay this debt. There's no need to be so troublesome. It's fine if you don't repay the money." After that, Li Huowang stood up and handed the piece of paper back.

"Hey~!" Lu Zhuangyuan hunched his back and stopped Li Huowang with the cigarette bag, "This is Ding Mao or Mao, if you say that, we really don't dare to borrow your money."

Hearing what the other party said, Li Huowang didn't reluctantly put away the paper with the red handprint in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the head of the class Lu suddenly had a happy face, and quickly greeted the already waiting Lu family class. They stood shyly and bowed to Li Huowang, "Hello, boss!"

Li Huowang didn't bother to guess what Class Master Lu had in mind. Looking at the people in front of him, Li Huowang only knew that he was an extra hen laying eggs. Although the chicken was thin enough, he didn't lay eggs very often, but at least the water kept flowing.

"Okay, let's all go back to eat. After dinner, we will continue on the road and leave Qingqiu as soon as possible."

"Okay, boss!"

Seeing that they left happily, Li Huowang shook his head speechlessly, picked up the wild vegetable and lamb chops soup that was still warm and drank it.

"Others say that the big beam is the big beam. I really didn't expect the old man to have the ability to see it." Lu Zhuangyuan's face showed a rare sense of pride, and he happily led the others back.

He was happy, but naturally others were unhappy. Lu Juren leaned to his father's side with a gloomy expression, "Father, you are so happy when you sold us."

"Hey, you kid." Lu Zhuangyuan looked at his eldest son with a sigh, took out a cigarette stick and started smoking, borrowed a fire from the bonfire next to him, and started smoking.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I want to go back, I don't want to go to Daliang, I...I don't want to sing opera." Lu Juren, whose facial features were locked, looked up at Luo Yanhua, who was a big belly in the distance.

"You!" The anxious Lu Zhuangyuan immediately raised the cigarette stick in his hand, but seeing that he didn't hide from his neck, he took it back embarrassingly.

"You don't want to sing, it's easy to say! What do you do if you don't sing? Our family doesn't even have a piece of land, so why don't you go back and be a beggar?"

"Besides, you have to go back. After this meeting, those soldiers who fought in the war are almost knocking out the dog's head. You go back to the funeral!"

Lu Juren suddenly stopped at his feet, and said with a hint of longing in his eyes: "Father, maybe there is no war anymore! I haven't seen a war on the way."

"Humph! If you don't fight, you won't die, there's never been a start to this military disaster, and it's stopped halfway through!"

Seeing Lu Juren's tangled face, Lu Zhuangyuan sighed lightly, "Son, believe me, my old age is not living on dogs~www.wuxiamtl.com~ You think the military disaster is over. It's all right? It's not that easy, this disaster comes in pairs."

"After the disaster of war, many people died and no one was buried. Nine times out of ten, the plague followed. Once the plague passed, the remaining living people had no money in their pockets and no food in the fields. , a tael of grain and a tael of gold, and they are selling their children and daughters to survive, how can anyone come to the show? What can we eat and drink without listening to the show? Are we going to climb on the ground and eat the loess?"

Said this, Lu Zhuangyuan's tone lowered a little. "Son, don't dislike singing big dramas. If it weren't for it, I would have starved to death. Where are you? We can't forget our roots."

Lu Juren knew that his father was right, but he still felt that the choice made by the other party was a bit outrageous.

"But Dad, no matter what, it won't sell us all to Xiaodao, we will become his slaves!"

Lu Zhuangyuan glared at his eldest son, turned his head and glanced at Li Huowang who was eating from a distance, and took a few steps with Juren's sleeve.

A little further away, he lowered his voice and said, "Slave? Whose slave do you see that can eat meat every day?"