So What If You've Been Reborn?

At the bottom of the dance, the heart is in the willow building, and at the bottom of the song, the wind is at the bottom of the peach blossom fan.

A square of feet and feet, colorful and colorful, stringed songs around the beams, singing a song of joys and sorrows, expressing love and hatred.

The cold wind was blowing on the second floor of Tiancui Garden. Other innocent guests who came to entertain themselves rubbed their goosebumps. They were very puzzled. They frowned and called the servants of Tiancui Garden to order them to remove some ice from the lobby. How about cold?

Originally, the six righteous demon cultivators could continue to stare, but as soon as the following opened their mouths and sang a few words, Venerable Huanjian let out a light sigh and turned his head to look down.

This move brought the others back to their senses.

——The other party doesn't pay attention to me anymore, what's the point of staring again.

——The master stopped staring, why did I have to work so hard?

So everyone listened to the play seriously, but they were vigilant and glanced at each other from time to time.

Sweeping and sweeping, the mind is attracted to the stage.

This Yunzhou opera troupe has a beautiful figure and a long and powerful singing voice, but after all, it is a new play, and there are still some unfamiliarities. It doesn't matter how good it sounds, just because of the content...

At the beginning of the play, it is about a scholar surnamed Zheng and a martial artist surnamed Mo. When they went out in spring, they took a nap in the same pine forest halfway up the mountain, and they both dreamed of a beautiful woman.

The woman's face is like a lotus, and her body is like a willow in the wind. Zheng Sheng thinks she is Yan Ruyu in the book, and Mo Sheng thinks that she is a rich girl who can bring fame and fortune.

On the stage, two women who were dressed in exactly the same way, smiled sweetly and attracted two raw characters.

Zheng Sheng and Mo Sheng turned a blind eye to each other, and the two women did not speak, only listening to the two young men pouring out their love for the woman in front of them one after another. Zheng Sheng, who was wearing a scholar's robe, was very reserved and euphemistic. Compared with him, Mo Sheng, who was dressed as a martial artist over there, seemed much rougher. He bluntly said who is the lady from, why is she alone in the mountains, but lost her way, do you want to escort the lady to a safe place?

The spectators of Tiancui Garden laughed lowly and kept laughing.

This new play is also interesting, with a serious talent and beautiful woman, everyone can't help but laugh at such a comparison.

"This Zheng Sheng is also a mother-in-law!"

"Nonsense, a rough and abrupt beauty like Mo Sheng, I'm afraid I'm going to get nothing!"

The old opera bone shook his head: "What do you know? These two dan roles are dressed exactly the same, so they should be the same person! After Zheng Sheng said a word, the woman didn't answer, and it was Mo Sheng who spoke next. Repeatedly, let's listen The score is clear, the younger generation in this drama, I'm afraid they don't know!"

Sure enough, Zheng Sheng was at a loss, and Mo Sheng smiled and said, "Miss, did you agree? Let's go now!"

"Oh, how did that martial artist take the lead?" Some spectators were dissatisfied.

I only heard Zheng Sheng ask: "Where is Miss Xianxiang?"

At this time, the two women who had been silent all the time suddenly sang together: "My family name is Cheng, and I live in the capital."

The small gong thumped heavily, and Danjiao floated off the stage. Zheng Sheng and Mo Sheng simultaneously stretched out their hands and called Miss, then stepped back a few steps and sat down on the ground.

The pipa changed rapidly, and the flute sounded. The two stretched their waists and said to themselves: "What a dream! How did you meet such a beautiful woman?"

So one took square steps, and the other hurriedly strode forward. When the two young men met, they each snorted.

"Mo Wufu, are you going for an outing in the mountains today?"

"Zheng Qiongsan, you are not afraid of encountering robbers if you recite poems in this pine forest to fight against you!"

The two broke up unhappy, and the first twist of the play ended.

When Venerable Huanjian heard the surnames of the two descendants, he went to the theater with great interest. After the performance, Venerable Huanjian's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Zhan Yuanqiu next to him is not much better than him.

This current national teacher appeared in Yuzhou in light clothes. It was a fact that few people knew, but Zhan Yuanqiu's pale expression was like the embarrassment of someone who exposed his identity to his face and laughed at him severely. .

Only Lie Tian picked up the melon seeds on the table, and asked suspiciously: "Is this the play that the blood demon asked us to watch?"

The stories of Zhengjiacun and Mojiacun, the Venerable Litian has read and grasped it, so there is nothing strange about it.

"Master, you are unhappy... because of Mo Sheng's martial artist?" Venerable Lietian asked in surprise.

What's wrong with Wufu, those who think about it are also poor, and they get bored when they see it!

"Idiot!" Venerable Huanjian knocked a certain apprentice on the forehead with a fan, "You have watched all the dramas in vain. The so-called gifted scholar and beautiful woman, can it be that a beautiful woman is not as good as a scholar, but as good as a martial artist?"

"Is that so?"

Venerable Litian was a little confused.

It meant that he understood that the woman in the dream must belong to the Zheng family, not the Mo family!

But isn't this just a play, master, why should he be so serious?

"Eldest brother..." Zhan Yuanqiu hesitated to speak.

"Don't tell me, let him see for himself!" Venerable Huanjian gritted his teeth.

Venerable Litian poured himself a cup of tea boredly.

The three masters and apprentices of the Heluo Sect over there looked serious, the old Taoist with long eyebrows and Master Chixuan vaguely understood something, but couldn't say it, while Master Tianyan repeated it several times, and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

The sanxian was plucked, and the opera on the stage continued to sing lively.

Zheng Sheng returned home and drew the appearance of the woman in his dream as a comfort.

"... I think she is in a deep boudoir, and she is a person from the capital. She is thousands of miles away from here. Where can I send a ray of love?" Zheng Sheng sighed again and again, "Come on, it's just a dream, but a flower in a mirror. The moon in the water."

Zheng Sheng's family was poor, and it was difficult for him to eat three meals a day, so he could only reluctantly take the paintings to pay for rice.

Unexpectedly, this painting was bought by Mo Sheng again, and he talked to himself all day long.

"How can there be such a strange dream in the world. I can still remember the young lady's frown and smile, her hair and clothes. Who is the artist of this painting? Do you know that young lady?"

Mo Sheng followed the trail to find Zheng Sheng, and the two had a big quarrel.

At this point in the play, some spectators felt bored and began to eat melon seeds, and some began to murmur: "Could that woman be a ghost mountain demon?"

That night, Zheng Sheng and Mo Sheng dreamed of a woman again. This time there was only one person. The woman covered her face with her sleeves and cried: "My family is about to leave the court, and my father is strict. He wants my family to marry someone who is more than ten years older than me. This is a token." , I beg you to come to the capital and propose marriage to the Cheng family!"

As he spoke, he took out a jade pendant.

It's just that when Zheng Sheng and Mo Sheng reached out to grab it, the woman floated away, and the two woke up with a loud cry, with empty hands and no jade pendant.

The next day, both of them packed their bags and set off, muttering in their mouths: "There is a word on the jade pendant, the lady's boudoir name is Xian'er. Xian'er, it's so beautiful!"

Venerable Lietian spouted a sip of tea, which splashed Zhan Yuanqiu's face, and the latter was dumbfounded.

"Ahem!" Master Chixuan and the old Taoist Changmei also woke up, coughing dryly, with strange expressions.

Venerable Huanjian kept a straight face.

Xian'er, Cheng Xian'er, Zheng Sheng and Mo Sheng's dream goddess, is really a show of talent and beauty!

"Speaking of the capital! To the capital! Zheng Sheng and Mo Sheng inquired, this Cheng Xian'er, you judges, guess what, she is actually the prime minister's daughter, not to mention proposing marriage, just thinking about Cheng Cheng's family! Difficult, difficult, difficult!"

The clapper and the allegro beat well, and the two Mozun and the two Mahayana Taoist priests all put on a face.

"I can't ask for it, I tossed and turned!" Zheng Sheng cried bitterly.

"Could it be impossible to take people into captivity by Cheng Chengfu?" Mo Sheng circled around.

Venerable Litian wanted to lift the table, but the corners of Master Chixuan's mouth twitched.

Cheng Xian'er fell into a dream again at night, full of sorrow: "Master, why don't you come to see Xian'er?"

Zheng Sheng hesitated for a while, and sang after thinking: "I can't say that the house is empty, but it will make the lady sad." He said to Cheng Xian'er again in a raised voice: "The prime minister's mansion is heavily guarded. I am a white student. How can I enter? Fortunately, my lower body With fame, Qiu Wei will be in a few months, I will be named on the gold list, the top of the high school, and come to marry the young lady!"

There was a lot of applause in Tiancui Garden!

Most people watched for a long while depressed, and finally came to the familiar tune, can you not be excited?

"What is a martial artist? Zheng Sheng won the first prize, but he still can't marry the prime minister's daughter?"

"That's right! Mo Sheng just won the martial arts exam, so what is it? A general is about the same!"

"Nonsense, you can't even take a bite of this poor food..." There were some arguments among the spectators, and then they thought that drama is just drama, which is different from reality. Maybe Zheng Sheng really passed the exam, so he spat heavily, "This Cheng Xian'er is easy-going. , find two men to dream of, what else is good?"

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Sheng sang on the stage:

"Miss, there is something I don't understand. Do you have a sister? Do you also hope that someone will rescue you?"

"Of course not!" Cheng Xian'er was displeased and reprimanded, "Don't you feel that you are not enough to marry Xian'er, my lord? Do you want to enjoy the blessing of Queen E?"

"Ahh, Miss misunderstood! Misunderstood!" Zheng Sheng hurriedly bowed his head, "I have Mo Sheng, a fellow from my hometown, who is a martial artist, and he once... dreamed of Miss!"

"Ah!" Cheng Xian'er covered her mouth in surprise, and said immediately, "I have a family-heirloom mirror, which I scrub with rootless water in the middle of the night, and ambergris attracts souls, so I can find someone who is destined for three lives! I thought the young master was my good match. , how come there are others?"

Then he cried again:

"I know! The mirror was dropped by my father, and there is a crack. It must be like this, which provoked others!"

"Miss…"

"My lord, don't say any more. My favorite is gentle and elegant. Who likes martial arts?" Cheng Xian'er frowned.

The two said a few more words, the gongs and drums beat to wake up from the dream, and they left the stage separately.

Mo Sheng took the stage, holding a horsewhip, and sang angrily: "Last night, I dreamed of a beautiful woman again. Unlike the last time, she said a lot of things this time. I was not happy, but I was shocked! The beautiful woman actually met someone else in a dream! Tossing and turning Thinking about it carefully, the last time Miss Cheng gave me my first and last name, and the last time Miss Cheng asked me to go to Beijing, she didn’t answer me! I asked earnestly and affectionately, so I actually fell into a dream by mistake!”

Mo Sheng flicked his whip twice, and continued to sing:

"I only listen to the words of the young lady, but I don't know the words of the other party. If so, I will be killed! The young lady's precious mirror adds love, and the martial artist is actually suspected of being a man!"

After singing, he shouted: "That person must be Zheng Sheng! He will never get his wish!"

After the discount, the clerk of Tiancui Garden brought a copper pot to the table to add water, and the spectators were already tickled by this strange feeling.

As expected, Cheng Xian'er did everything possible to persuade the Prime Minister to allow her to marry the No. [-] scholar. Zheng Sheng studied hard to take the exam, but Mo Sheng's uncle, who was honorable, donated a supervisor to Mo Sheng as a quota for the exam.

The gold list was announced, Zheng Sheng was thin and weak, and Sun Shan lost his name in the examination room.

Cheng Xian'er was waiting at home, and she was overjoyed when she heard that Zhuangyuan Lang came to propose marriage, but when she saw that it was Mo Sheng, she was astonished beyond words.

Mo Sheng clasped his hands in the scarlet number one scholar robe and said, "Miss despises warriors, so you know I am both civil and military? The mirror is flawed, so how do you know that I am not the person destined for you?"

Cheng Xian'er cried bitterly and refused, but it was a foregone conclusion.

The prime minister said angrily: "You are wrong in every possible way. You are making troubles. You asked for the number one scholar to marry, but now the number one scholar comes to propose marriage, but you shirk it! Left and right invited young ladies to go down and get ready to marry!"

The spectators are fine, because the [-]-fold play has only been sung for more than half, so there must be twists and turns.

Huanjian, Changmei, and Master Chixuan all changed their expressions.

Daoist Tianyan almost slapped the table - Chen He actually guessed what he was implying! !The magic cultivator who shouldn't be ascended has ascended and become a fairy!

After Tianyan was excited, he found that everyone around him was looking at him.

"Okay! Well done!" Master Tianyan laughed dryly.

His reaction made the vacillating guesses of the old Taoist with long eyebrows and Master Chixuan come to fruition, and he immediately showed an expression of wanting to faint.

Venerable Huanjian looked at the movement of the three masters and apprentices here, and muttered to himself: "Could it be..."

The play continued, but Cheng Xian'er refused to get married, so she went back to her boudoir, cried at the Guanyin statue, and was so angry that she swung the mirror and smashed it on the ground.

Immediately, her body swayed, her posture fainted, and the strings and music changed. A servant girl came up on the stage and helped Cheng Xian'er up: "Miss, don't think about it. If you don't marry that little Marquis Li, why don't you use the mirror to find someone who is destined?"

"You, what are you talking about?" Cheng Xian'er tilted her head, covered her sleeves and said to the audience, "Master Li is the person my father ordered first, why are you talking about him again, I want to ask."

"Miss, it's a great spring. Don't let the light down, you might as well ask Baojing to promise you to the number one scholar in Qiuwei!"

"Ah! This is what the maid said half a year ago. How could it be so?" Cheng Xian'er panicked for a while, pushed the window, and checked things, "I actually went back to half a year ago, thank you Bodhisattva for your protection, thank you Bodhisattva for your mercy!"

Cheng Xian'er picked up the mirror in surprise, but put it down again suddenly: "No, if I see Zheng Lang, I will provoke Mo Sheng again! I want to write a book and send it to Zheng Lang's house, tell him the cause and effect, and help him go to Beijing with money! It is best not to let Mo Sheng come to Beijing! That man is the enemy of me and Zheng Lang!"

Cheng Xian'er sang the last line sadly.

The three members of the Heluo Sect and Zhan Yuanqiu were shocked, but Venerable Huanjian stood up abruptly, about to lift the table.

One hand pressed on the square table.

Shi Feng didn't know when he arrived, he fixedly looked at Venerable Huanjian: "Is this play good to hear?"

Venerable Huanjian twisted his face for a while, took a deep breath and sat back in his original position: "...not bad."

The author has something to say: A lot of girls ask, cough, let me explain. Miss is not the incarnation of heaven, she is just an illusory concept of "becoming a fairy". .

The way of heaven does not allow demons to become immortals【Get Chengxian】

As for the later reversal of the plot, Cheng Xian'er planned to tell Zheng Sheng to deal with Mo Sheng. This was planned for the plot, not to imply that the lady is a cough of heaven.It's completely implying the monks listening to the show, what's the matter with those revenges, this bloody genius and beautiful woman wrote my toothache...

Of course, in the old story of a talented man and a beautiful woman, a woman is restless in her room and hates a bad marriage, and then proposes marriage today and marry tomorrow, saying that she will be able to pass the exam immediately →_→