I'm not a drama god

"Old Six, come and toast you as a teacher!"

Under the starry night sky, the house of the third senior brother Wen Renyou was extremely lively. A bright red banner hung at the door, with a few big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes:

——Warmly welcome the triumphant return of the best-selling No. 6.

In the hot kitchen, the spatula was being swung until it started to smoke. The third senior brother Wen Renyou, who always took care of the house, rarely cooked twelve dishes in a row today, including chicken, duck, and fish.

In the restaurant, the young chef, whose cheeks turned red after drinking, slammed the finished wine glass on the table, put his arm around Chen Ling's shoulders, and smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum:

"Sixth... my teacher is indeed right about you. Two hundred and thirty million is enough for our Twilight Club to spend six or seven years. You are the top seller of our Xidao Guzang and the best seller of all the Twilight Club members. Food and clothing parents!”

"Come! I'll give you another drink as a master! I'll do it first, you can do whatever you want!"

After saying that, the young man directly picked up the bottle and started pouring it into his mouth, seeming extremely happy.

Opposite the dining table, the senior brother held a rice bowl full of chicken, duck and fish, without a grain of rice in sight, and looked at Chen Ling with relief and emotion; The more he stretched, the corner of his mouth unconsciously evoked a smile; the fourth senior brother patted the clown who was carrying a bucket of rice and showed off the rice crazily, asking him to eat less and leaving more food for the younger junior brother to eat...

For Xi Dao Guzang, money is an external possession, but for Huanghui Society, the existence of money is indispensable.

Two hundred and thirty million has supported the liquidity of the entire Dusk Society, cured the third senior brother's problem of searching, allowed the master to hug him and drink happily, piled up the meat in the senior brother's bowl, and untied the second senior sister. His brows even made the clown, who only knew how to show off his rice, hesitate for a few seconds and left half a piece of braised pork for himself...

At this moment, Chen Ling finally realized that it turned out that Xidao Guzang was not so isolated from the world. With money, many things could be changed.

"Master, this is what I should do." Chen Ling said seriously.

"Hahaha, I'm so lucky to have you here, the sixth one!" The master seemed to be drunk. He put his arm around Chen Ling's shoulders and said with a smile, "Although your strength is still a little weak now, as a master I believe that one day... you can become the backbone of Xi Dao Gu Zang."

"Don't worry, Master, I will work hard."

"No matter what happens in the future, you can't forget your senior brothers and sisters, do you understand? You have to know... they are one of the few people in this world who really care about you."

The master glanced at the lively people at the table, and suddenly felt a little sad in his drunken eyes.

"If you forget about them...then they will really disappear."

Chen Ling froze on the spot.

He was about to ask the master what this meant, but the latter was lying on the table in a daze, as if he had drunk too much.

That night, it was senior brother Ning Ruyu who personally carried the master back.

Chen Ling didn't know where the master lived. He only knew that Ning Ruyu carried him on her back and walked straight to the depths of the ancient theater. Her figure disappeared under the evening breeze and night sky, and also disappeared from his perception. It was probably over. It took more than an hour to come back.

"Let's play Tao Guzang. How long has it been since it was so lively?"

On the grassland blown by the evening breeze, Mojiao and Luan Mei finally left. They couldn't help but sigh as they looked at the back of the master who was being carried away by Ning Ruyu while talking drunkenly.

"It's been too long." Luan Mei shook her head, "I can't remember it anymore."

"Before, our activities were basically watching movies and plays...but compared to immersing ourselves in illusory stories over and over again, this kind of life makes people...how should I say, makes people feel more real."

"I understand what you mean. In this ancient treasure, truth is more valuable than anything else."

Luan Mei nodded slightly.

The two stood in the evening breeze for a long time, both looking at Chen Ling's house filled with colorful flags. After an unknown amount of time, Mo Jian yawned, waved his hands and said:

"Go to rest early... I have to tutor my junior brother tomorrow to practice basic secret techniques."

"OK, good night."

The dinner for Chen Ling to wash away the dust was over. Third senior brother Wen Renyou finished washing the dishes, took off the banner hanging at the door, folded it meticulously, and put it in his closet.

After doing all this, it was already late at night.

Snapped--

As the lights in Wen Renyou's house went out, the last light on the grassland also disappeared into darkness.

The other brothers and sisters had basically rested, but Chen Ling was the only one lying on the familiar bed, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, without falling asleep.

What the master just said to him echoed repeatedly in his mind. He always felt that the meaning contained in that sentence was more complicated than he imagined...

To be honest, during his time in the main city of Hongchen, there were luxurious dinners every day, with big fish and meat, but even if they were all added up, they would not be as delicious as the meal at the third senior brother's house. This is not to say that Wen Renyou's chef His skills surpassed all the famous chefs in the main city, but only here could he completely relax.

The light meals at home are always more delicious than the big fish and meat dinners outside.

Perhaps it was because he was always tense when he was acting as a special envoy in the main city. It didn't take long for him to feel sleepy. Chen Ling's eyes slowly closed and he fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next day, Chen Ling resumed her daily life in Xidao Guzang.

Among the four basic secret techniques, Chen Ling had mastered the "doing" technique [Yunbu] before setting off. On the second day after returning to Guzang, he mastered the "reading" technique [mantra] while Wen Renyou was stunned.

When Chen Ling was in the main city of Hongchen, the "words" that mixed power into the sound that Chen Ling occasionally used were the prototype of "Mantra". Therefore, it was not difficult for Chen Ling to quickly complete it in just half a day.

"Junior brother, starting from today, I will teach you the secret method of 'singing'."

Mo Jiao stood in the yard with a rare serious expression.

Chen Ling blinked, "Isn't what you taught me before just a secret technique?"

"No, that's just to teach you the most basic vocalizations and techniques before you master the secret technique."

Mojiao took out a piece of paper from his arms, which seemed to be filled with something, and handed it to Chen Ling, "This is the real secret method of 'singing', and it is also the most important among the four basic secret methods of our ancient collection of opera. Important secrets.”

Chen Ling took the paper and opened it. After seeing the content on it, she said in surprise:

"This is... [Requiem Ballad]?"