debt repayment

After experiencing all kinds of food in the night market, Song Hui'an turned his attention to the dazzling array of small commodities.

Masks are particularly prominent among them, almost covering the entire bamboo frame, like countless grimaces suspended in the air.If it weren't for the lively night market, watching it by dim candlelight might scare the timid to death.

However, upon closer inspection, these masks are all made by folk artisans, either due to lack of materials or craftsmanship, so they cannot be exquisite and flawless. Therefore, they lack charm and cannot withstand scrutiny.

Many children who were brought out to play by their parents stood in front of the mask booth, unable to walk, begging their elders to buy a mask of the god he liked.

"Young master, would you like to buy a mask for your younger brother to play with?"

The aunt who kept the stall saw that he was very beautiful, like a fairy, and had a half-grown child, so she took him for granted as the son of a rich family who went out at night.As for Quan Ying's Taoist robe, it is not surprising that many wealthy families send their children to Taoist temples to be disciples of lay people to pray for blessings.

In line with the principle of being quick and ruthless in soliciting business, before the two of them could open their mouths, she smiled and took off a few masks that children liked from the main shelf, and forced them into Quan Ying's hands.

"Little brother, let's see what kind of look you like. Auntie's masks are the most complete in the night market. The bull god and the red-faced ghost are all children's favorites. There is also the mask of the white feather fairy. Emperor Wen has them all, come and pick a few, shall we?"

He's not really a child, so he doesn't like this kind of thing that he wears in his daily games.

Quan Ying was at a loss for words for a while, he glanced quickly among several masks, but he couldn't find the one he liked, then looked up at the bamboo stand, then his eyes lit up, pointed to the beauty on the top and said: "I want that one. "

The aunt looked in the direction his finger was pointing at, and laughed "Ouch".

"Little brother, those are the Xi Niang noodles that brothers and sisters use to make love, and there is a matching Yunlang noodles next to them. You are young, what do you want them for? They are not sold separately."

Compared with other masks that look like gods and ghosts, this beauty's face is exquisite in workmanship, and the face plate is also small, only the size of two female hands. .

The beauty with long eyebrows and apricot eyes, oval face, cheeks like fat, lips like honey, is a very pure and delicate lady, full of affection, her lips are slightly pursed, and she looks like a delicate smile.

It's just that the shape of its eyebrows is not the traditional willow-leaf eyebrows with a delicate face, but it gathers a cute and heroic spirit like a boy.If its eye sockets had not been hollowed out, leaving eyeballs, it would be as vivid as a living person.The craftsman also seemed to be moved by its beauty, and carefully outlined strands of blue hair on the edge of the face.

On the left hand side of the beauty's face, there is also a corresponding male face. This is a very typical image of a jade-faced scholar, with handsome eyebrows, a warm demeanor, a smile like a spring breeze, and there is still warmth between the eyebrows.

What a pair of handsome men and beautiful women, Deng is very right.Obviously there are no pupils, and they are not facing each other, but the smiles slightly raised on the two mouths hide a thousand times of tenderness.

Song Hui'an wondered: "Xi Niang noodles? What kind of allusion is this?"

"Hey, young master, you're from a foreign place according to your accent," the aunt explained enthusiastically, "This is a style that has only become popular in Hancheng in recent years. Six or seven years ago, Meng Tingsheng, a great writer in Hancheng, wrote this book. The drama "Happy Meeting" tells the story of Xi Niang, a daughter of the general family, who meets Yun Lang, a scholar who is rushing to take an exam, and the two fall in love and form a marriage."

Song Hui'an said: "Isn't it just a gifted man and a beautiful woman?"

The aunt said: "Young master, please listen to me. Xi Niang and Yun Lang are not ordinary talented men and beautiful women, they are heroes who save beauty."

"Oh?"

"This Yunlang, he failed the imperial examination for six years, and Xi Niang never left him. She solved Yunlang's problems and gave birth to children. I don't want Yunlang to serve the people wholeheartedly after he became an official in high school. Instead, he was framed by treacherous officials. To death. The treacherous officials poisoned his two sons and daughters to death, and wanted to tarnish Xi Niang's innocence. Fortunately, Wu Que reported to Xi Niang and escaped from the capital. When the method was completed, Xi Niang returned to the capital disguised as a son-in-law. She surpassed the whole city with her martial arts skills and attracted all the celebrities to make friends with her. She met Ping Niang, a young lady from the treacherous minister's family, as a man, and became a prospective son-in-law. On the night of engagement Xi Niang designed Guiyun Tower, sacrificed in public, killed the demon official, Yunlang was wronged, she restored her daughter, and went to the fairy mountain to seek immortality, occupied Yunlang's reincarnation place, adopted him, and waited for Yunlang When I grew up, I married him, and the couple traveled far away to live a fairy life."

Quan Ying sincerely said: "There are ups and downs."

"It's really novel, and it's quite different from the old dramas," Song Hui'an also said, "It's rare in the world, and it's why theater fans are vying for it."

"Isn't it! This play is different from other places. It is not only popular among literati, but also the daughters of wealthy families. In order to attract business, the troupe in the city also likes to rehearse this play. Go to Goulan to listen to it now. There are ten stages. It was sung in Shangjiu. Because everyone likes it, the mask of Yunlang Xi Niang has become the most popular token of love for men and women in Hancheng. If a lover wears it, it is an agreement to share joys and sorrows, never change until death, and never empathize Yi Zhi, it's touching."

When she talked about being happy, she shook her head, looked at Quan Ying with a smile and said, "Little brother, do you understand? This is not a toy for games, but for love and romance. Do you really want it?"

Seeing that Song Hui'an was also staring at the two masks, Quan Ying couldn't regain consciousness for a long time, so she said, "Yes, I will give these two masks to my brother, so that my brother can also find his destined person and have a good marriage."

Song Hui'an narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's up to you."

The business was completed, and the aunt was also happy. She took a slender bamboo pole and carefully removed the two porcelain surfaces.

The two took the mask, and Quan Ying said, "Brother Zhu, I'll put it on for you."

Song Hui'an smiled and squatted down. Quan Ying put the mask on for him and tied the red string behind his head.

He used Xi Niang noodles.

Song Hui'an has a small face, and Xi Niang's face fits perfectly with his face. The dark pupils are exposed from the empty eye sockets of the mask, black and white are distinct, and it really seems to light up the expression of Xi Niang's face. A woman in a playbook, instantly alive.

It's just that Song Hui'an's Xi Niang has clear eyes, not heroic, more like a melancholy girl.

"Why wear Xi Niang noodles for me?" Song Hui'an said, "Could it be that you want to wear Yunlang noodles?"

"How dare I do that, I'm not Brother Zhu's favorite person," Quan Ying said seriously, "I just want to make gestures on your face to make sure that Xi Niang's face is not as good-looking as Brother Zhu's."

Song Hui'an scolded with a smile: "Nonsense." As he said that, he wanted to take off his mask, but Quan Ying stopped him.

"Brother Zhu, you can just wear it, it's for Xi Niang's benefit," Quan Ying tugged at his sleeve, and said sweetly, "If Meng Tingsheng sees that you are more beautiful than Xi Niang, maybe I will wear it to you." A fairy brother like you is written in the play, you are my fairy brother alone, I don’t want you to let others see it, the actors in the troupe, even if their faces are painted with a hundred layers of oil paint, there is no one in a thousand. It's nice to see."

"Isn't it good to write me into the play? I'll go up and act by myself, and it happens that you also like acting, so you can act with me."

"That can't be done. The two of us are called brothers. How can we be so superficial in acting. Brother Zhu, wear it. You will go to the night market later and go to 'do business'. Don't let people see your brother." It's true."

Only now did Song Hui'an look serious and nodded.

The two walked around the night market, and before the market dispersed, they entered the folk square without a sound.

Seeing that there was no one around, Quan Ying quietly put on the Yunlang mask.

Different from the bustling night market, the folk square where real people live is extraordinarily quiet, and there is no one on the road.

Song Hui'an released the scattered soul of the last child, protected it in his sleeve, and carefully sent it to the front of the house.

The dog kept in the closed house is an excellent companion for the child during his lifetime.Perhaps because he knew that the little master was outside the door, the dog didn't bark, but excitedly walked through the door, wagging its tail and humming, jumping up and down, pawing and pushing with its nose, trying to remove the latch and welcome the little master back. Home.

This is the last child killed in Chenjiacun, and now he can go home.

Song Hui'an thought of this, his eyes were soft, and the scattered soul dangled out of his hands.Quan Ying also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this matter is finally over.

A white light flashed, piercing through the soul.

The child's scattered soul was already weak, and after this blow, it was instantly wiped out.

The dog whimpered twice, then barked wildly.Song Hui'an was extremely vigilant, and protected Quan Ying, who had sacrificed the sword, in his arms.

The visitor shouted: "You dare to plant ghosts in Han City, you are so courageous!"

Before the words fell, the man sacrificed his sword.Hundreds of bolts of lightning flashed out from the silvery white sword, weaving into a dazzling dense net, attacking the vital points of the two men.Song Hui'an picked up Quan Ying and retreated quickly, looking like a phantom, barely avoiding hundreds of strong attacks.

Seeing that the strong attack failed, the man quickly took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve, held it high above his head, and chanted the curse of illuminating demons loudly.

"Appearance!"

The strong golden light shone, illuminating the two of them clearly.

Where is the person reflected in the mirror, it is obviously a mahogany sword and a wooden carving the size of a person!

The two monsters, one big and one small, the big one with Dai Xiniang's face and the young one with Dai Yunlang's face, at first glance, it really looks like an iron-blooded lady saving a young lover, but in the eyes of the monks, I don't know whether it is surprise or ridiculous.

The monk shouted loudly: "The monster should go away!"

There are many disciples of the Immortal Sect in Han City, and if they show their feet accidentally, they will be arrested and slaughtered.Song Hui'an also didn't care about the hatred of being scattered by holding the child's soul, so he picked up Quan Ying and fled.

Quan Ying's heart skipped a beat, thinking that this monk is not simple.

The two of them just stood at the door of someone else's house for a long time, but they didn't find this person's existence, and the moment this person appeared, he exuded an unstoppable spirit, which was definitely not comparable to other monks he met when he descended to the lower realm, it was truly terrifying .

What's more, his avatar of this mahogany sword was made casually, but Song Hui'an's human figure was made of the most aura taproot of the ten thousand-year fairy peach tree. The prototype of the fairy mahogany fake body is indeed a powerful magic weapon.

Those who can hold such a magic weapon are by no means easy.

[The author has something to say: Daily storytelling series.

Remember the story and mask, useful.

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