The Mad Cultivator

Chapter 79

Lu Qin chuckled, "You are not a celebrity now, and you haven't appeared for more than half a year, and no one will talk about you. Now the focus of the people in the southern capital is the pheasant skin, a hundred miles out of the city, a roadside tea shop. They talk. "

"Wow, so famous!" Ye Kong asked sourly, "Is the pheasant handsome?"

"Yeah!" The two girls giggled together, and then laughed again, "But Master Ye Family Eight is even more handsome!"

"It's almost the same." Ye Kongli was satisfied.

"Not good! Forget this number!" Ye Kongli yelled, cursing at Huang Quan's ancestors, "Hey, dead man! Do you see that?"

"Cut, what's so good about it, you're the ancestor, I'm the rabbit grandfather? It's not Xiaohong, hum, who look at you, so young!" Huang Quan ancestor scolded disdainfully.

"Little is more than you!"

"Brother Ye Kong, what are you doing? Little red sister, why are you still kneeling?" Lu Qin blinked.

"No, no, it's okay, I'll give him a shot." Xiaohong quickly stood up with a blush.

"Then you blush so much?"

"I hit him, and he kicked me, let's play around." Xiao Hong explained her expression insincerely as she wiped her face with her back.

"You blush when you kick?" Lu Qin thought of breaking her head and couldn't figure out why. She was still very simple. How could she think that Ye Kong didn't kick with ordinary legs.

Xiao Hong was left to deal with Lu Qin, and Ye Kong was busy dealing with some ancestral rogue.

"Hey, my ancestor, please do n’t be silent next time if you do n’t look at it arrogantly. Respecting the privacy of others is a basic requirement for people. Knowing if you have been snooped for a long time will make me mad. psychological……"

"How can it be so serious, you were violent X mad ..." Huang Quan's ancestors also knew it was wrong, instead of being so straightforward and muttering, "Look what's the matter, OK, I'm wrong."

"It's pretty much the same, remember to remind me of this scene in the future."

"My father, I miss women too, you know, I haven't touched a woman for 100,000 years. How long is it for 100,000 years, you know, boy!"

Ye Kong angered, "Why do you still say such a thing, half a year ago, Mrs. Second, didn't you touch enough? It's still 100,000 years."

"I'm used to it." Huang Quan blushed and shifted the topic. "What kind of drama you just talked about so beautiful? I also want to watch the ancestors. It's best to be undressed. Thing, haha, and then make a show for everyone to watch. "

Ye Kong fainted. "Old man, you ... are also a talented person. Love V can be thought of by you."

When eating at noon, Ye Kong said to Chen Jiuniang and asked her to go to the theater together, but Chen Jiuniang was unwilling to go out because she was unwilling to go out because of her face, so she refused to go with the black veil.

Ye Kong knew that Chen Jiuniang was no longer just a scar problem. She had already had psychological problems. She stayed at home for a long time without seeing a stranger, which made her afraid to go out and to see a stranger.

"Never mind, mother, you can rest at home." Ye Kongli's idea of ​​finding medicine for Chen Jiuniang was even stronger. To solve these problems of Chen Jiuniang, all she had to do was to cure her face, and she could have no scars. Naturally out of Yefu, without psychological barriers, he dared to deal with strangers.

In the afternoon, at the entrance of Tibetan Spring House.

The weather is cold, but it can't stop the enthusiasm of the audience. There is a long line in front of the ticket window, and one of the fifty texts can be seen. Although it is not cheap, most of the citizens of the southern capital can still afford it.

There are two kinds of tickets. The fifty-character ticket is an ordinary ticket. Sitting in the back row, each person has a large chair with a cup of fragrant tea. There is also a ticket that is slightly more expensive. It is the front row. That is a small round table. The table counts four positions, two or two silver in each position, and offers some simple drinks and snacks.

The front row is close, you can see clearly, and the seat is also spacious, so those who have a little money are scrambling to buy the front row seats. As for those who bring their friends and relatives, it is even a pack of tables.

In this way, it is inevitable that the position is tight and it is difficult to get a ticket. At the ticket gate, an old gentleman is annoyed. He had heard about the recent drama. Today I want to see what is going on. I came without lunch. Who? Zhi row to him, the front row is gone.

He's not trying to be comfortable. The key is that he can't hear well when he's older.

"Old man, the back row is also good, fifty words," said the ticket salesman.

Well, since it ’s here, you ca n’t go back empty-handed. The old gentleman just wanted to pay for it. There was a young man next to him and he pulled the old man ’s arm. “Hey, you always look like a person who can sit with those mud-legged people. Together. "

The old man said unpleasantly, "Farming is the root of the country. Before stabilizing, how can you despise farmers so much that you can't eat enough food without them to grow rice, and you can still stand here? Don't say you have money, a great waste In the future, can you eat silver for dinner? "

The next few really came up from the nearby village. When they heard the old gentleman speak for them, they immediately glared at the young man.

In that year, the young ox was actually a scalper, but he didn't expect to say anything casually, and he was put on the line, knowing that this is a joke old school.

He smiled bitterly, took out two front seat tickets, and said, "The old gentleman is furious. I bought the ticket. I bought it in the morning. I had something temporary in the afternoon. I didn't have time to watch it and transferred it to you. There are three or two silver coins in each position. "

The old man does not often watch movies, and he doesn't know that there is still an ox. Even though the other party added one or two silvers, he didn't mind. He took out the silver and bought a ticket to enter the field.

"As long as one?" The ox is a little depressed, and it seems that it will continue to sell. The ox can be said to be a huge profit. After a few tickets a day, a few dollars are in hand, which is more than a few months of labor.

This ticket still sells very well. After a while, another rushing veteran came over and bought the remaining one. I still wanted it. No more.

"Boss Feng, it's been half a year since I thought about it, it's still so hot."

Standing not far away, in front of the small door leading to the second floor of Zangchun Tower, the Lu family brothers wearing short fur and the wind-like mother with a wide white fox fur were waiting casually while chatting.

"Yeah, now the income of the theater garden, the part of me alone is more than the income of the girls." Feng Siniang looked at the queuing audience is also beaming.

She began to stage the Dragon Tiger Brotherhood in the Tibetan Spring Tower. She was not very happy. If it was not for the sake of the eighth master, she would not have promised to let those three teachings and nine streams crowd into the Tibetan spring tower. After all, she is upscale local.

But who knows that this thing has become a hit and the business is so bad that the ticket income is a large number, plus the consumption of drinks and snacks by the audience, she and the Dragon Tiger Gang have made a lot of money.

The girls in Zangchunlou are also very happy. The audience is getting a lot of traffic and their business is also good. Especially in the play, there is still a need for girls. They only need to take a turn to play. Even if they are little stars, their value is doubled. Those who have money The audience also spent a few more tastes.

All make money, and everyone is happy. Everyone knows that this is Master Eight ’s idea. He made money and was thinking about Master Eight ’s goodness. So today I heard that Master Eight is coming. Longhu and his brothers lined up outside the building ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ If Without Master Eight, there would be no us today! Lu Jun said suddenly with emotion. He also felt very lucky. If it was not for his firm conviction and going to the rain to report, where is the good day in front of him?

"Yes, Master Eight is really a dragon among people. A small idea can help us to help rich people, and I will serve him alone in my life." Lu Yi admired Ye Kong more.

One idea of ​​Master Eight is that there are thousands of troops and horses. God, how many lands and gangs are there in the Cangnan continent, but who thinks of acting to promote themselves? Master Eight said, this is called image engineering, gang culture.

"I don't know why Master Yao's ghost ideas are so many, haha." Feng Siniang covered her mouth with a smile, and Fengyun made people feel emotional.

At this time, another gust of wind came, blowing the horns of the wind siren's white fox cape wavy and rolling, she tightened the large white hairy cloak, because it was tight and thin, so the cold resistance effect was relatively poor , Why she wears so tight, that is not for the eighth master.

Feng Siniang didn't want to admit it. The eighth master was only fifteen years old. He was twice as old as him. If he married early, it would be normal for a child to be so old.

But why is such a little boy able to turn himself into a wave of waves like a stagnant heart?

However, look at the equivalent brothers of the Lu family next to them, and they are relieved. The two brothers are younger than themselves, but they admire Master Eight and even admire him even more than themselves. Yes, as if Ye Kong is a god.

So many men older than him admire him so much, I am a woman, admiration and admiration, isn't it impossible?

"Master Eight is here." Suddenly someone shouted, interrupting Feng Siniang's thoughts, raised her head, and saw the word "Sanding Xiaojia" coming.