God Catch starts with adding points

This is too evil!

After being surprised, Wang Changkang looked at the people on both sides of the strait who were looking at him, but still couldn't swallow his words, "Then, let's just let him go like this? You two gentlemen, if he slaps me in the face, it is equivalent to slapping our pear orchard. face."

He didn't need to guess to know that once this incident happened today, the city would be full of storms tomorrow, and there were all stories about Lu Bai slapping Wang Changkang in the face in public, and under the siege of two guest ministers, defeated them and retreated unscathed.

After a month, it will spread throughout the Southern Dynasties.

After half a year, it is estimated that the Northern Dynasty will also know about it.

"Hmph, of course I won't let him go so easily." Ming Keqing looked angry.

As one of the Eight Great Sects, their Liyuan has a great reputation, which makes many people yearn for it, flock to it, and respect it.Today I lost this face, if I don't get it back, how can others talk about their Liyuan in the future?

Especially the disciples in their troupe are all actors.

The status of an actor is not high, and he is considered a cheap profession. This makes Liyuan and other schools of practice quarrel, and other schools often use this to mock them, leaving Liyuan's disciples speechless.

This is a scar of Liyuan. In order to cover up this scar, Liyuan is very concerned about face, even more face-saving than other sects.

Now that they have been slapped in the face by Lu Bai and become clowns, if they don't get back their face, won't there be another point that they cannot refute when other sects ridicule them in the future?

Therefore, this face must be recovered.

"I'll go to Xin Liyuan right away and let the head and the elders decide what to do with Lu!" Ming Keqing said coldly.

Lu Bai has reached this state, and only the sect has come forward in this matter.

Mo Shenghan was very self-conscious. He walked up and said, "This Lu man is in the officialdom. Do you want us to put some pressure on him in the court?"

"Nonsense, definitely!" Wang Changkang said affirmatively.

Now he can't wait for Lu Bai to choke on eating, stuff his teeth when drinking, stumble while walking, and never be able to fire after doing bad things.

"No need!" Ming Keqing stopped him.

Ming Keqing knew about the relationship between the Mo family and Gu Qinghuandao.

As a guest who often came to Mo's hall to accept disciples, Ming Keqing received a lot of benefits from the Mo family, and now that this situation has come into being, he doesn't want the Mo family and Gu Qinghuan to completely turn against each other.

Of course, this is one reason.

Another aspect is that Lu Bai is a mad dog.

Just because "Beating the God Whip", which was sung badly in the Southern Dynasties, this guy dared to offend Li Yuan and slap Li Yuan in the face with his own hands, which shows that this guy didn't follow the routine and bit people indiscriminately.

Before Liyuan came up with a decision, it was better not to provoke him, lest the dog would jump up and beat them in the face again.

Mo Shenghan breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, okay, then let's—"

He pointed to the troupe waiting to sing on the stage, "Should we let them continue singing?"

"Forget it." Ming Keqing waved his hand.

Wang Changkang was slapped in the face in public, and now he can't wait to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. Now they have no intention of continuing to listen to the show, and the few of them stopped thinking about it.

Anyway, there are many talents in Liyuan, not bad for these few.

"Let's continue tomorrow, these two troupes today—" Ming Keqing waved his hand, everything was silent.

They have no chance to perform today, and because tomorrow is the last day, there are better troupes to sing, and the date is full, so there will be no chance for them. This gesture means that they have no chance.

Sometimes it depends on luck whether you can enter the troupe or not, and whether you can cultivate or not. Obviously, the troupe at the finale and the main stage are not very lucky. If you want to blame it, you can only blame Lu Bai for making such a fuss.

Mo Shenghan nodded, indicating that he understood.

He asked people to lure Wang Changkang and other people from the Liyuan to go to another courtyard to have a good rest.

As for the two troupes—

Mo Shenghan gestured to them, signaling them to continue.

Although I can no longer enter the Liyuan, the play must have a beginning and an end. After all, the people in the audience are still waiting to hear it.

The troupe on the stage were stunned when they saw Mo Shenghan's gesture to continue singing.

The people in Liyuan have all left, so what's the point of them singing again?

It can be said that their spirits and spirits have been scattered, and it is uncertain whether they can remember the libretto, let alone sing it.

Mo Shenghan frowned, waved his hand, and beckoned his men to go down and urge the troupe master.

This Liyuan has already been slapped in the face, and if this meeting ends without a problem, it will be even more laughed at.

The class leader came up helplessly, urging everyone to hurry up and finish singing.

The opera singers were helpless, in their sad thoughts, even they didn't know what they were singing, they sang it out of their minds, and left out of their minds.

The troupe behind the big axis is a little better.

The class leader agreed, let them sing this show conscientiously, at worst they will come back next year.And let them take this drama as a test, if they survive today, it will be a sublimation in the future——

This is of course comforting words.

When these actors were sent to the stage, the troupe master took the troupe master who was the finale troupe in front of them to have a drink.

"Fifteen minutes on stage, ten years off stage." The finale troupe master swallowed bitter wine, "My children have missed several opportunities, and today is the best opportunity. We managed to win it by our ability. Who would have thought that the opportunity to be the finale on the finale day—now it’s all over!"

Daxie's troupe leader accompanied him, "That's right, there are still a few roles in my troupe, all of which I poached from other troupes with a lot of money, and I'm just waiting for today's trembling to scoop them up." The money is gone, but who would have thought—"

"Hey!"

They sigh together, then swig a glass of wine.

"Are you two the troupe from the finale and the grand finale?" Suddenly, a woman stood in front of them.

She is very good-looking, with delicate features, and she shines brightly in the candlelight.

"Yes, the two of us are." The finale troupe master replied, breathing out a mouthful of alcohol.

He wasn't drunk, but he looked a little drunk because of the alcohol in his heart.

Yun Niang looked at them condescendingly, "You two theater troupe, my lord packed it up and asked for it together."

"What!" The two head teachers looked up at her.

Yunniang said again, "From now on, your troupe will belong to our lord."

The two troupe owners shook their heads, "No, that won't work, there are quite a few good youngsters in our troupe, they want to—"

Those who want to enter the Pear Garden to practice.

If it's purely for singing, it's not them bragging. The troupe of the two of them is in the capital, even if they can't attract the whole city, they will be famous and there is no shortage of money.

Yun Niang smiled, "My lord has a book in his hand, which is just right for practicing."

"What?" The two class teachers looked at her with disbelief.

It's really easy to write a playbook that can be practiced. It's hard to produce one in a hundred years, and every one is in Liyuan's collection.

Yun Niang smiled, "My lord is Lu Bai—"

The two class leaders froze.

"You don't have to believe it, I've given you the opportunity anyway, as to whether you can seize it, it's up to you." Yun Niang took out an invitation card from her sleeve, "If you want to seize this opportunity, come to the bar tomorrow. Lu to visit."

She put the invitation on the table, "Don't wait until it's out of date."

Then, she left, and the remaining two class leaders stared at the post in a daze.

This is not just a post, if they accept this post, it means that they have lost their relationship with the Liyuan - as for today's scene where Lu Bai slapped the disciples of the Liyuan in front of everyone, they don't think the relationship will be good.

To go or not to go, that is not the question at all.

But the master of the finale troupe hesitated...

The next day, it was just dawn.

Lu Bai had a good night's sleep, turned over happily, touched his side——

The bed was cold with no temperature at all.

Lu Bai sat up in an instant, and then saw Gu Qinghuan sitting by the table with an oil lamp lit. It was dawn and the oil lamp was still on, and Gu Qinghuan lowered his head, looking at the troupe "The Peony Pavilion" with great interest. ".

This panel is still interesting enough.

Although "The Peony Pavilion" has long been imprinted in Lu Bai's mind as a method of practice, if it is taught to others, even if the method of practice is not mentioned, the text content of the playbook must be there.

Lu Bai planned to write it silently.

Later, after checking the exercises, I found out that there is a text exchange button next to the exercises. Although it can only be exchanged for one play, it is enough. Lu Bai will just let someone copy it later.

Anyway, there are only dramas, without task setting and practice methods, and if this drama is spread, others will not be able to practice it.

As soon as the playbook came out, Gu Qinghuan became a reader of the playbook.

She looked at it while eating, and then fell into it all at once.

This script is so well written, it can be said that it is the best drama script that Gu Qinghuan has seen so far.

Not only is the story good, but the writing is even better.

"It turns out that the flowers are blooming all over the place, and they are all ruined like this. But what a beautiful day, who's house is there to enjoy the pleasure?" Gu Qinghuan sighed softly.

"I wrote it alright." Lu Bai sat down shamelessly, scaring Gu Qinghuan.

She gave Lu Bai a blank look, "I now know where you copied this sentence from, and it was Peony Pavilion that dared to copy it."

"What?" Lu Bai was taken aback, "Who copied it?"

Gu Qinghuan stood up and stretched, her flat and firm belly was exposed, shining with white light——

"When you were in Ankang City, you read this sentence." Lu Bai forgot, but Gu Qinghuan remembered.

At that time, at the banquet of Young Master Shi Qi in Ankang City, Lu Bai once read this sentence when giving advice to Master Shi Qi's adaptation of "Hit the Whip".

"I know how many catties you have." Lu Qing laughed at him.

If there was only this one sentence, she could still think that Lu Bai had a sudden inspiration, with such a famous sentence from ancient times.

But now that "The Peony Pavilion" came out, she immediately knew that Lu Bai copied it.

He didn't have the ability to write "The Peony Pavilion" at all.

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Chapter 365 Drinking Tea

Both of them know the bottom line.

Now that Gu Qinghuan saw it, Lu Bai had nothing to hide.

"The script of "The Peony Pavilion" was indeed not written by me, it was written by a senior." Lu Bai is now able to lie easily, "The few copybooks in your hand are all from him."

Lu Bai sat beside Gu Qinghuan and poured himself a cup of tea, "This senior is a romantic, born in a family of jade and jade, with a delicate mind and brilliant literary talent, so he can write such a playbook."

Gu Qinghuan smiled at him, believing it.

The origin of many of Lu Bai's things is very mysterious, she is used to it, and she doesn't bother to ask anymore, maybe if she keeps asking, these things come from the Immortal Sword Sect.

"The allusions here are very good. I can tell that you didn't write them at a glance. How many of these allusions do you know?" Gu Qinghuan was proud of 'you can't fool me'.

"Allusion?" Lu Bai slapped his forehead, he forgot all about it.

The ancients used an allusion regardless of poetry or drama. If this is not revised, people in this different world really don't know what they are talking about, but then again, "Do you know the allusion above?"

Gu Qinghuan looked puzzled, "Who do you look down on? Auntie is also a talented woman who is well-known in Jinghua, don't you know these allusions?"

Lu Bai rubbed his chin, with a pensive face, wondering if the panel still has the function of intimate modification?

Lu Bai turned over a leaf, glanced at it, and saw that the panel had been changed. In the second play, "After Liu Zongyuan" was changed to Liu Dawenhao, who is also famous in the world.

"Not bad, not bad." Lu Bai wanted to give the panel a thumbs up.

However, this panel has no self-awareness, so it can't talk about cross talk with him one by one.

Yun Niang came in with water and waited for them to wash.

Lu Bai asked Gu Qinghuan to rest for a while, "I haven't slept all night, it's too exhausting, don't take a good rest, be careful it won't look good."

Gu Qinghuan was indeed a little sleepy, "Then I'll just squint for a while."

She reminded Yunniang that the actors hired and bought in the morning arrived, and asked them to look at the playbook on the table, "The roles are up to them to fight for. I'm afraid I only hope to see them perform on stage in half a month."

Gu Qinghuan will never forget the bet between Lu Bai and Wang Changkang.