Chapter 107: Chi Gong, the captain of the platform

Looking around, he found that the expressions of Mao Xiaofang and others had not changed much, and Basiba beside him had just chanted scriptures since ancient times. Ying Zheng was a little surprised in his heart.

It seems that the other party has a bit of a background. For Ying Zheng, Mao Xiaofang is one of the most advanced practitioners he has ever seen, and he did not notice this fluctuation?

Hu Hai, who was standing by, did not react at all, just watched the actors who were gradually entering the stage.

Seeing this scene, Ying Zheng felt a little doubtful inside. Where did the other party come from and where did it come from?

Mao Xiaofang, Deng Zibu, or Zhang Huaiyi, or himself?

Hu Hai, who was beside him, turned around and looked at Ying Zheng looking around, and said curiously.

"Father, aren't very satisfied with this scene? If this happens, I'll let them exchange it for another scene."

As he said that, he was about to get up,

Looking at Hu Hai's appearance, Ying Zheng waved his hand and said lightly,

"Forget it, I'm just moving my neck for my father. There's nothing to be satisfied with. I'd better sit down and watch the show."

Hearing Ying Zheng's words, Hu Hai, who was sitting beside him, nodded and said,

"Yes, when my father was in the world, I had never seen anything. Even the famous Zhao Ge and Yan Wu were not called by his father and he was about to leave."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng nodded faintly, then looked at the theater stage.

As for the previous fluctuations, Ying Zheng secretly paid attention to his own strength. Although he could not be invincible in this world, it would be easy for him to escape safely.

As the sound of gongs and drums became dense, the sound on the stage came to an abrupt end, and the venue was silent.

Ding Ding Ding Dangdang

A crisp sound rang out, and a beautiful girl wearing cloud sleeves slowly walked out from behind the curtain.

Steps are like the gentle breeze blowing on the willows, and the mouths are like the whispering of swallows, and the lines are chanting in their mouths,

Looking up, a rainbow-like bridge flew up like an iridescent bridge, with red sleeves quietly independent by the bridge.

A clear eyes are like water, a dark eyebrows are like smoke, and a faint sadness is locked between the eyebrows. That purity is sorrow, just like the spring breeze is green on the lake, with falling flowers.

It is the first part of the Peony Pavilion in the West Chamber. The dream is back to the oriole, and the years are full of chaos.

"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, and it seems that they are all given to the broken wells and the dilapidated walls. What are the beautiful scenery and the sky? Whose courtyard is happy to enjoy?"

Floating with a water sleeve, singing out of the Peony Pavilion. The melodious sound and the gentleness of the Yuetu are so wonderful that it is so wonderful that it is like drizzle and apricot blossoms.

As the song fell, everyone in the audience applauded, and warm applause resounded all over the world.

Especially the young man watching the show off the stage, his eyes were even more intensely at the beautiful lady on the stage.

"Damn it, it's actually the West Chamber!!"

Old Li, who had been exclaiming in a low voice, then took a sip of the sweet potato he brought, looking red and red.

The companion beside him also looked slightly drunk and looked at the performance on the stage with a burning look. The movements in his hands could not stop for a long time.

Ying Zheng stared slightly at the performers on the stage.

In Ying Zheng's eyes, the people on the stage had a faint qi flowing, very light, as faint as the qi that ordinary people themselves carry.

Without using Qi, no wonder Mao Xiaofang and others could not find the difference between these people, and the same might be true for the fluctuations.

There are so many people in the field that are just a good way to conceal the slight fluctuations of the slightest breath.

After all, once a person's emotions fluctuate, his body's breath also changes.

Ying Zheng's expression was slightly condensed, and he quietly watched the performance on the stage. In Ying Zheng's eyes, everyone on the stage would occasionally turn their heads to the audience.

Moreover, most of them looked at Mao Xiaofang's direction, especially the actress,

Although there was no movement, I saw the little girl in the ground excitedly blushing, like a fanatical fan.

Is the other party’s purpose Mao Xiaofang?

.........

A loud noise, a burst of applause sounded,

Amid the audience's warm cheers, everyone on the stage gave a bow and slowly retreated behind the curtain. The rest of the people commented on the performance, making waves of unknown sounds.

Mao Xiaofang and others who were sitting next to Ying Zheng also looked unsatisfied, and they were stuttering sounds. The mayor and others on the side were also discussing the plot on the stage with red faces.

"The money for a few taels of silver is not wrong. This scene alone is worth the capital."

"Yes, look at that actress. Just looking at me is an impulse!!"

Hearing the voices of several people, Tian Xiaodie, who was sitting beside her, frowned slightly, moved her butt to the side with a disgust, trying to stay away from the few people.

Everyone's expressions were a little wrong!

Ying Zheng, who was sitting upright in the seat, was thinking secretly.

Everyone sitting was almost inexplicably in a state of inexplicable slight slight swaths of imperceptible swaggering on their bodies, shaking their minds.

After all, can you really be fascinated by touching a big face?

Dong!!

A huge drum sound came, and everyone seemed to be struck by lightning, with their eyes growing all the time, staring at the stage tightly,

Dong~dongdong~dongdong~dong~

The excited music sounded, and the heart was filled with flush on everyone's faces, and their bodies trembled in excitement.

"good!!"

Everyone cheered excitedly and gave applause.

Step ~

A figure in a black robe and soap-corner boots slowly walked out of the curtain, singing whimperingly,

A desolate tone echoed in everyone's ears, as if it brought them back to a sad battlefield,

Hearing this tone, Ying Zheng and Hu Hai, who were sitting on the chair, looked at each other slightly and nodded slowly.

This is Qin Opera!! It is the voice of the old Qin people!!

I saw this figure, holding a steel whip on his shoulders, and holding a chord in his hand, constantly dancing on the stage. Every move was seen, everyone in the audience was moved,

"What a Yuchi Gong!!"

"good!!"

With the cheers of everyone, an insignificant phantom slowly appeared behind the man, and the solemn aura unique to the battlefield was also spread.

The phantom's eyes directly coincided with the eyes of the people on the stage. With a shout, a pair of dark eyes suddenly opened.

Buzz ~~!

A strange wave spread without any concealment, sweeping all over the world!!

Step by step towards the edge of the stage, swinging step by step!!

But the more this happens, the more people in the audience cheer,

"What a Yuchi Gong, it's really like walking out of the battlefield!"

"Yes, I am worthy of being a famous master from the capital, I am really a master!!"

Everyone in the audience was fascinated, crazy, and their emotions were completely driven. They had no idea that the danger was approaching step by step.

Ying Zheng, who seemed to be out of the matter, glanced at Mao Xiaofang, who was struggling with his face, and nodded secretly. He had not yet arrived at home in total.

A finger popped secretly, and a ray of light flew into Mao Xiaofang's body. In an instant, Mao Xiaofang's eyes shone with golden light and woke up instantly.

At this time, a steel whip sucked towards Mao Xiaofang with the sound of wind and thunder.
Chapter completed!