Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Holding the silver, Zhao Xuehan wondered if his ears had misheard.

Seeing that Zhao Xuehan didn't respond, Yan Ke frowned slightly.

"Want me to go with you?" he asked.

"No!" Zhao Xuehan quickly replied, put the silver in his arms, turned around and stepped out of the room without looking back.

As soon as he went out, Zhao Xuehan began to regret it.Why am I so timid, I ran out as soon as Yan Ke frightened me.He followed Yan Ke to learn tricks, not to go shopping.

However, going back now is a bit deliberate, Zhao Xuehan comforted himself that there was still some time left before the three-day deadline, so he put the money in his arms and walked out of the inn.

The inn itself is next to the busy street, so it is easy for Zhao Xuehan to find a shop that sells things.However, he did not buy snacks as Yan Ke said, but picked a few manuscripts from the calligraphy and painting stalls on the street, and broke the silver taels into loose change.

After doing these things, it's still early.Zhao Xuehan thought for a while, found a tea shop at random, ordered a pot of tea and brought it to the table outside the house, and read the manuscript while drinking tea.

Most of the manuscripts are about the anecdotes and legends of this place.Zhao Xuehan can barely sort out the general situation of this world after a rough look.The book also talked about some methods of cultivating immortality and Qi, Zhao Xuehan couldn't help but recall the bucket he split open earlier today.

He put the book down, put the teacup in the middle of the table, winked at the teacup, and tried to reproduce the scene when he split the bucket, but no matter how much he blew on the teacup and waved his arms, the teacup was still indifferent, and there was no crack. No.

Zhao Xuehan sighed.It seems that I can't find the trick on my own, and I still have to ask Yan Ke for advice.

He put the tea cup back in front of him, picked up the book again, while reading the book, he stuffed the rest of the silver back into his pocket, but found a small bag in his pocket.

Zhao Xuehan took out the bag and opened it to have a look.The bag contained a neat stack of runes and some stones of different colors.This probably belonged to the original Demon Lord, and the stone should be the spirit stone mentioned in the manuscript.And the runes...

Zhao Xuehan twisted one up and carefully looked at it up and down.

Completely incomprehensible.

Just as he was rubbing his chin and wondering what these runes could do, there were a few gongs from across the tea shop.Zhao Xuehan followed the sound and saw that a stage was set up there.The idlers drinking tea around turned their chairs to face the stage.A group of people are holding musical instruments and getting ready on the stage, as if they are about to sing a play.

Zhao Xuehan put Bao Xinxin away, put it back in his arms, and followed the people around him to look in the direction of the stage.

A big book was set up in front of the stage, and someone ran up and turned a page. The title of the play was written on the paper: Birth of the Demon Sword.

One person walked to the front of the stage, signaled to the people around him to be quiet, and then waved his hand, and the group of musical instruments began to play noisily.

A man in a purple robe, his face covered in white powder.With disheveled hair, he walked onto the stage winkingly, babbled and sang an introduction, then settled down, shook his head and began to read.

"I have no father or mother, and my place of birth is unknown. I killed the immortals of the Tiger Sect 100 years ago, and removed the roots of the Qinglong Sect 50 years ago. In the Three Realms, my name is known to everyone, and everyone knows it. But now, thinking of the magic sword, I am afraid of the immortal Du Sumu."

"Sigh, I really don't care about people! In vain I am Zhao Xuehan, the first Demon Venerable!"

Zhao Xuehan almost spit out a mouthful of tea.He touched his face and couldn't help thinking: Do I really look so wretched.

The Mozun on the stage settled for a few poses, then stepped off the stage in a hurry.Afterwards, an old man in an indigo Taoist robe came up to the stage and took a meditation posture with his eyes closed.

During the silence, suddenly there was a few gongs from the band, the old man immediately opened his eyes and roared to the sky: "Zhao Xuehan! How dare you hurt me!" Then he covered his mouth with his sleeve and swallowed something.When he was about to remove his sleeve, he spouted a stream of red water from his mouth, spraying it all over the stage.Then he fell sideways and lay on the ground in a death pose.

After several people stepped forward and carried the old man away, the actor who played the demon king jumped up to the stage again, holding a sword in his hand, and after somersaults, he pretended to dance.While dancing, he said lines in his mouth: "Du Sumu, what a good death—good! Today—this sword! It's mine!"

Mozun's singing is not very good, but his sword dancing posture is not bad.The audience started applauding and cheering.

A few people stepped forward, posing as if they were going to attack the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord flashed a few beautiful faces, and those people pretended to be defeated, and rolled and ran off the stage.

"A good sword! A good sword!" Mozun praised repeatedly, and then threw the sword into the air.There seemed to be a thin thread tied to the sword. After it was thrown into the air, it was taken away by others and hid behind the scenes.

The Demon Lord watched the sword disappear, and made a dumbfounded expression: "Hey, where is my sword?"

Zhao Xuehan couldn't help but hold his forehead in the audience.This Demon Lord's acting was a bit too mentally retarded.

Seeing that the sword was gone, Mozun hurried away.After a while, another strange face came to the stage.

This person also has a white face, but he is dressed in white, and his whole body is white, looking at people.He held the sword thrown by the Demon Venerable just now in his hand, made an exaggerated expression of surprise, pulled the sword out of its sheath, and looked at it carefully.

"This is really a good sword!" He praised repeatedly, and looked at the prop wooden sword over and over in amazement. "If this sword is mine..."

The few people who had been beaten down by the Demon Lord came back to the stage, and one of them shouted to the person holding the sword: "This is the Demon Sword! Don't be controlled by it!"

After hearing this, the man showed a ferocious smile and swung his sword.These people rolled down again in an instant.

Different from the last time, this time one person stayed on the stage, pointed at the sword-bearer and shouted: "You...you actually killed hundreds of people from the Jingming Sect and Yuancheng Sect because of this sword! You killed the same sect master Brother, do you have no shame in your heart?"

The sword-bearer laughed loudly, and said: "Why not sacrifice the sword with blood!" He looked at the sword and said obsessively: "With this sword, the Supreme Being of the Three Realms will be mine. Kill a few small sects, and then you will die again." What's the deal."

"Brother!" the man yelled.

The sword bearer was unmoved at all.With a wave of his sword, the man repeatedly called his senior brother to fall off the stage.It is about being killed by a sword-bearer.

Immediately, the sword-bearer retreated in a hurry.The old man who had just spit out a mouthful of blood came to the stage again.Sitting on the ground, sighed.

"Oh, oh!" He hammered the stage hard with his hands, and sighed, "What crime did I, Zheng Fanghai, do! I am the head disciple of the Yuancheng Sect! Oh!"

Behind him, the white-clothed and white-faced sword-bearer slid up as if skating, slipped behind the old man, and raised his sword.

The old man looked back at the sword-bearer, pointed at him, and cursed, "I don't have your apprentice!"

The sword-bearer remained silent, and stabbed down with force.The old man clamped the sword in the creaking hole, twisted it on the ground a few times, and then swallowed a blood bag with his sleeve, and sprayed the blood all over the other actor's body and face.

The blood-stained sword-bearer looked particularly ferocious. He pulled out the sword and laughed a few times.

The old man was dying, his eyes wide open, and he pointed at the sword-bearer and cursed loudly.

"Wen Tiandong! You must die!"

Zhao Xuehan's hand holding the teacup in the audience froze.

He widened his eyes, looked at the white-faced actor on the stage who was grinning at the old man with blood all over his face, and instantly thought of the beauty who was talking softly in the demon king's room, gently touching his face with his fingertips.

One is full of ferocious eyes, and the other is gentle and cheerful. In any case, these two images cannot be overlapped with the same name.

"Maxiu doesn't care about appearances. Don't judge people by their appearance. To be honest, they may have eaten people from several villages."

Zhao Xuehan remembered what the voice in his head said to him when he just traveled over.

The old man was carried down.Wen Tiandong on the stage also quietly exited.After a while, he and Mozun both came onto the stage, somersaulted somersaults, and swayed at each other, as if they were performing a scene of seizing the magic sword.

The people in the audience were obviously much more enthusiastic than when they were in the literary play just now, and they all applauded and applauded.Amidst the chaotic applause and cheers, Zhao Xuehan faintly heard the sound of a broken teacup.Immediately, a loud and angry voice overwhelmed the crowd and reached Zhao Xuehan's ears.

"What nonsense! Nonsense! My uncle is not such a person at all!"

The applause stopped suddenly, and the people on the stage also stopped moving.Zhao Xuehan followed the sound and saw a young man in white standing in an unobtrusive place next to the tea shop.He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a melon-shaped face and peach blossom eyes, and he was very handsome.At this time, he was looking at the stage angrily, with the look of wanting to go up and fight with the two of them.

Beside him, there were a few young people wearing the same style of clothes, all of whom looked unhappy.Among them, the one who looked the most stable frowned slightly, and sternly stopped the young man: "Don't mess around."

"Master!" The young man turned his head to look at the young man, pointing to the stage. "That's how you look at their choreographer uncle..."

The young man stood up slowly and stared at the boy.He was a head taller than the young man, and when he looked at the young man, he looked like a condescending elder.

"Have you met Senior Brother Wen?" He asked the boy in a deep voice.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then immediately replied: "Of course I have seen it. Uncle Shi is not..."

"Nonsense!" The young man shouted sharply with a gloomy face. "The man betrayed the teacher and has not heard from him for decades. Where did you meet?"

"But, I really..." The young man wanted to defend himself, but after receiving a stern look from the young man, he lowered his head timidly, sat back in his seat and stopped talking.

"The disciple is rude, it's very offending." The young man straightened up and cupped his hands towards the stage. "Please don't mind, please continue."

The actors on the stage were stunned for a while, and then started fighting.But being interrupted in the middle, it always felt a bit boring to pick up again. After a few moves in a limp way, the two ended up with a curtain call.

Zhao Xuehan watched several guys come to the stage to clean, and shook the teapot gently.There was not much tea left, and it was time for him to go back to the inn.

One person stepped forward, and flipped the page of the book in front of the desk, and there was another scene: Demon Lord watching flowers.

The audience is obviously more interested in this scene.Before the performance started, someone applauded first to warm up the place.

Holding the teapot in his hands, Zhao Xuehan smiled wryly as he watched the evil-eyed Mozun come on stage again.He didn't let his hair hang down this time, but tied it back neatly.Along with Mozun, there were also a few women in flamboyant clothes.

I saw the demon venerable on the stage touching this one, messing with that one, talking nasty words, making the audience laugh.After a while, the actor who played Wen Tiandong also came onto the stage, changed his clothes, wiped off the blood on his face, rubbed against Mozun's body and flirted with him, with a playful smile on his face.

Zhao Xuehan silently watched Wen Tiandong on the stage for a while, shook his head, stood up and left.Wen Tiandong on that stage let out a burst of laughter, hugged Mozun's neck and kissed him.

He listened to the two talking nonsense to each other, and he was in a strange mood. He couldn't say he was uncomfortable, but he was definitely not happy.

Before leaving, he glanced at the seats where the group of white monks who interrupted the performance were sitting.There has been a new audience there, and the monks probably left long ago.

When Zhao Xuehan returned to the inn, it was already sunset.A street lamp spontaneously lit up.He walked through the lively lobby in the setting sun, opened the door and walked into the guest room.

The room was empty.Yan Ke didn't know where he went.