Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

As if to express the fierceness of the battlefield, the red-faced general jumped onto the table with only three legs under the circumstance of being surrounded by several small soldiers, stepping on the edge and spinning continuously.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang ~" Accompanied by the music, this turn lasted for several minutes, and he was still standing on the three-legged table. The kung fu was really good.

The scene on the stage even made Li Huowang open his eyes in surprise, "Is this Daliangguo demanding so much to sing a big show?"

"Qian~Qiang~Taiwan~" The general with flags on the stage backflipped. Land firmly.

With the surrounding soldiers collaborating on the ground, the general took a stance and made a sudden appearance. Suddenly, there were cheers and applause from the audience.

The applause also included Li Huowang. He realized that he was thinking wrong. He really didn't expect that there was such a big difference between the singer and the singer.

Even if he doesn't know much about drama, he can see the color in it.

Just when Li Huowang was fascinated, the general on the stage was sure, and the two long pheasant tail feathers above his head began to vibrate at a high frequency as he shook his head. "Huh? Who is it?"

As soon as the general finished speaking, the lantern on the stage went out instantly, and everything around became pitch black.

Just when Li Huowang had a little doubt in his heart, the lantern suddenly lit up, but this time the light inside the lantern was no longer red, but a strange green.

There was only one general on the stage just now, but another person suddenly appeared.

It was a woman who was carrying other people. The long water sleeves of both hands trembled like a waterfall.

The music had stopped for some time, and the only sound on the stage was some kind of breathing that was getting heavier and heavier.

"Hehe..." A creepy whisper suddenly sounded in Li Huowang's ear, and all the hair on his body stood up in an instant.

"What bullshit! Can this place stop at all?" Li Huowang, who had a grim expression in one hand, held the sword in one hand and stepped on the tiles under him, and was about to rush to the stage.

At this moment, Bai Lingmiao hugged him tightly with both hands and shouted anxiously, "Senior Brother Li, that's fake! That's acting!"

"Fake??" Li Huowang looked hesitantly to the end, the general on the stage stepped on Fang Bu, and vigilantly circled around the woman with the back face.

Suddenly, the woman turned her head sharply and raised two bronze mirrors on both sides of the stage at the same time. The bright candlelight reflected from the bronze mirrors instantly hit the woman's face without facial features.

This terrifying scene instantly shocked everyone present, and many children cried out in fright.

On the other hand, Li Huowang breathed a sigh of relief. This was indeed fake. Li Huowang's keen vision made him see that this head was just a prop, and her own head was now tucked into her clothes.

Li Huowang slowly took his hand away from the sword, and sat down on the roof again, "Do you guys in Daliangguo have such a good time singing a big show? How can you add horror elements to singing?"

"Senior Brother Li, what is the horror element? This play has always been sung like this. It has been sung for more than a hundred years. According to legend, General Yue encountered this thing on the battlefield."

Looking at the dark and terrifying stage in the distance, Li Huowang felt that if this was true, it must have been much more tragic and terrifying than this.

At this moment, Li Huowang saw the general on the stage swing his mace and easily chop off the woman's head. The woman fell straight to the stage as if she was really dead.

Who knew that just after the woman fell, there was a black-faced man with two copper coins on both sides of his cheeks.

"woo ha ha"

The root fangs spit in and out of his mouth in a spiral shape, accompanied by the harsh sound of the gong, and little sparks spurted out of his mouth, which were particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

"Haha." Hearing Li Huowang's laughter, Bai Lingmiao turned to look at him in the dark with some doubts, "Senior Brother Li, what are you laughing at? Isn't this play nice?"

"It's good-looking, I'm not laughing at the stage and singing, I'm laughing at Class Master Lu. He made a mistake in his calculations. Just a few times of his three-legged cat skills, I'm afraid he won't be able to get a penny in the beam." Li Huowang said looking at Lu Zhuangyuan's increasingly stinky face in the distance.

"In other words, this Daliang country is different from other places. Whether it is material enjoyment or spiritual enjoyment, it is much better than other places. It is indeed the most powerful place."

That night, everyone had a great time watching, including Li Huowang.

This opera troupe has also begged enough money for the reward. There is a reason why the other party chose this time to sing, because at this time, the harvest is booming, the landlords have money in their pockets, and they are very lavish.

Lu Zhuangyuan came back in despair. At this time, he no longer had the momentum he had before, and his self-esteem, which had been singing for decades, was shattered.

Unlike the others who had heated discussions, as soon as he brought his two sons into the house, he stayed in the corner and said nothing.

"Dad, everyone can spit sparks out of their mouths! What can we compare it to?" Lu Xiucai broke the calm.

"Why can't it be compared? The old man at the end is not as good at singing as I am!" Lu Zhuangyuan slammed his neck and forcibly defended to ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But after he finished speaking, he collapsed like a deflated air bag. , but this cannot make up for the strength gap between the troupes.

Putting the cigarette stick in his mouth, he hooked his back to the corner of the wall and walked towards Bai Lingmiao, who was laying the quilt.

"Hehehe~ That white girl, can I ask a question, old man? Look, like today's play, can Da Liang's troupe perform it?"

"Yes, and it's not just this one. They can play several kinds. Isn't this the best one today!"

Lu Zhuangyuan hunched his back deeper and staggered towards his two useless sons.

That night, Zhuangyuan Lu didn't sleep much all night, he tossed and turned thinking about things, "If the stage of the Lu family class can't be set up, then I'll be a freelancer again?"

But he was not the only one who slept that night. When the chickens in the village were crowing, Lu Xiucai, who got up early, saw that the dog with a mean smile hugged that Hong'er and came out of a small forest. .

The two were enthusiastic and tired of each other, saying something to each other with laughter.

When Gouwa saw that Lu Xiucai was fetching water by the well, his eyes lit up.

"Hehehe~ boy, do you know what I did last night, hehehe~"

Lu Xiucai didn't say a word, and walked into the house with the water in the bucket, but Gouwa refused to let him go and kept talking around him.

"Hey~ That's the taste, hey~ That's the taste~ Hehehe~" That look is matched with the look of a dog with thief eyebrows and mouse eyes, how wretched and wretched it is.

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