I'm not a drama god

As if hearing Li Qingshan's call, the figure in red turned his head slightly, with surprise also appearing on his face.

"Li Qingshan?"

In this mysterious place, Li Qingshan suddenly saw an acquaintance, and Li Qingshan felt much at ease.

He walked up to Chen Ling and asked doubtfully:

"Brother Lin, have you received the invitation letter too?"

"Yeah." Chen Ling nodded slightly, "You too?"

"Yes, when I came back from Furong Bridge, I found someone came to deliver an invitation letter. It seemed to be a young man...but I didn't see him. It was my grandma who accepted it." Li Qingshan sat down on the seat next to Chen Ling.

Chen Ling was thoughtful.

Not only did he receive the invitation letter, this was not a surprise to Chen Ling. After all, it was not the first time for him to witness the performance of Xi Dao Gu Zang. When he and Chen Yan were in the third district, there were several people sitting and watching the performance... However, it seemed that there was no such thing as an invitation letter at that time. Whether it was him, Chen Yan, or the porter and the beggar, they were all attracted halfway.

Only the teacher from District 2 seemed to have known about the performance in advance and came all the way... Whether he had received the invitation letter or not, Chen Ling didn't know.

"Brother Lin, is this...is this really a performance by Xi Dao Gu Zang?" Li Qingshan asked uncertainly, holding the invitation letter.

Chen Ling turned to look at him for a moment and nodded affirmatively.

"Yes."

It is conceivable that Li Qingshan must have been confused and struggling when he received this invitation letter, but he still appeared here in the end, which is enough to show that he is destined to the theater... What's more, the person who sent him the invitation letter was still the mysterious one. beautiful boy.

Chen Ling has vaguely guessed the identity of the young man. If it is true, it means that Xi Dao Gu Zang is very optimistic about Li Qingshan, and he does have the potential to embark on Xi Shen Dao.

Li Qingshan had seen Chen Ling's methods and guessed that he must have some connection with the Xi Dao Ancient Collection. If Chen Ling said it was the Xi Dao Gu Zang, it must be it.

Li Qingshan suddenly felt a little scared and uneasy.

"Then what should we do?"

"There is nothing to do." Chen Ling leaned on the back of her chair, looking at the simple stage shrouded in mist and rain, and said calmly, "Just... wait for the show to start."

"okay."

Li Qingshan took a deep breath and tried to relax himself. After all, this encounter was too impactful for an ordinary person like him, and his body is still tense up to now.

The downpour was swaying with the wind, and a faint white mist appeared on the surface. Two figures, one red and one green, were sitting in it, as quiet as two sculptures.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the hands of the clock pointed to 3:00 pm, a sudden change occurred!

Thump thump thump thump——

A dull sound came from the simple stage, and the strings of light bulbs wrapped around the stage lit up one after another.

The orange lights cut through the wind and rain, like miniature suns hanging in the mist, illuminating the faces of Chen Ling and Li Qingshan in the front row. The originally dark and dead stage suddenly seemed to come alive, and they were surrounded by light. middle.

Seeing this, Chen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly; Li Qingshan on the side immediately adjusted his body and sat upright on his seat.

They knew the show... was about to begin.

"It seems that only two of us were invited to this performance." Chen Ling glanced at the empty seats behind her and spoke softly.

"It seems so." Li Qingshan licked his lips, with a look of uncontrollable nervousness on his face.

The lights enveloped the stage, and after a brief pause, a crisp gong sounded from the backstage!

clang--!

The big red curtain on the stage slowly opened.

A powerful voice sounded from behind the stage,

"My sons! Let's go to the camp!"

"Ah!" Several completely different voices overlapped and responded.

"A certain person, Generalissimo Ha Tielong of Northern Saipei, that's right! Because of the Wushu of the Fourth Highness, King Kang was besieged in Niutoushan, and there was a letter to return to the country to urge troops. The old king ordered a certain person to escort an iron pulley, named Futu, which was lowered from the top, and there were thousands of troops. , and beat him to pieces! Look ahead, we are not far from the camp.

Sons and gentlemen! "

"what!"

"Hurry up, walker!" (Note 1)

"..."

A series of dialogues left Chen Ling in the audience confused. As the drum music sounded, the performance seemed to have begun...

However, was there no curtain call before the performance started?

Li Qingshan on the side heard this dialogue and exclaimed: ""Pick a Pulley"?"

"what?"

"This is a play." Li Qingshan raised his finger and pointed at the stage.

"This is a Wusheng play. It tells the story of the Jin soldiers invading Jiangnan in the early Southern Song Dynasty. Yue Fei and Jin Wushu fought in Niutoushan. Jin Wushu was defeated repeatedly, so he used an iron pulley to stop Yue Fei. Gao Chong was ordered by Marshal Yue Fei to He led the generals to defeat the Jin soldiers, took advantage of the victory to pursue them, and approached Jin Wushu's camp.

Jin Wushu had no choice but to rush out the iron pulley. And Gao Chong, regardless of his own safety, picked up eleven iron pulleys in a row...it was quite a wonderful fight scene. "

Chen Ling didn't know much about this. After listening to Li Qingshan's explanation, he knew that there was a fierce man who overturned eleven iron pulleys in succession, and seemed to focus on martial arts... But why did Xidao Guzang choose this play?

Chen Ling sat in the front row, thoughtful.

……

Three figures passed through the [circle] and entered Liu Town.

"Liu Zhen says it's not big, it's not small... Mr. He, where should we start searching?" one of the figures wearing a black turban asked.

Among the three, Mr. He was the oldest and the strongest. The other two did not dare to express their opinions easily, but waited for this person's answer.

Mr. He narrowed his eyes and did not answer. Instead, he raised the crutch in his hand and tapped the ground lightly.

Boom-!

With a muffled sound, the white crane patterns on the surface of the cane seemed to come alive, flapping their wings and flying out of the cane, like surging white waves, spreading in all directions.

"It's too slow to search inch by inch." Mr. He said slowly, "White Crane will guide us in the direction."

The two [Fu Sheng Hui] members behind him saw this scene for the first time, and their eyes were full of surprise and reverence.

As the white crane swayed in the wind and rain, covering the entire sky of Liu Town, Mr. He closed his eyes, as if he was sensing something...

After a moment, his eyes flashed with a faint light.

He tapped the cane in his hand again, and a white crane flew out of the cane, supported his figure and slowly rose up, then flapped its wings in a certain direction.

Seeing this, the other two members of [Fushenghua] did not dare to neglect, and immediately chased after Bai He at full speed, deep into Liu Town.

……

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Note 1: Excerpt from the Peking Opera "Pick the Pulley"