God Catch starts with adding points

"It turns out that the flowers are blooming all over the world, and they are all ruined like this. What a beautiful day, what a beautiful day, who's house is a pleasure..." Du Xiaoxiao softly groaned, saying that there are many sentences like this in the play.

As for touching.

Although Du Xiaoxiao hasn't heard it all, she also knows that this is a story with deep affection.

When Mo Wenquan and others heard what Du Xiaoxiao said, they became curious, "Oh, we need to listen to this."

It's a pity that they haven't heard it for a while.

As for what I heard—

Luo Wang's biological mother's eyes were flushed, and she couldn't help saying to Gu Qinghuan, "This play is so well written, so good."

Especially when she heard the words "Admiring the spring fragrance is still your old skirt", she couldn't help crying, not only her, but also the female relatives next to her were all sad.

They could see and hear that this play was originally affectionate.

The fact is the same, even Tang Xianzu couldn't help covering his sleeves in the firewood room when he wrote the sentence "appreciating the fragrance of spring", which shows that he poured all his courage into this drama.

As for Du Liniang dreaming because of love, dying because of Menger, and being born because of love, this sounds absurd, and many moralists would even sneer at it.But for those who lived in the boudoir before they got married, it is a beautiful thing that they can't even think about.

Who doesn't want to have a vigorous love.

Girl Huaichun is always a poem.

They have also been young girls.

As for the people at the poetry fair outside, they claim to be romantic, and they just want to rely on their reputation at the poetry fair to win the favor of beauties, so that their red sleeves will add to the age of reading at night, so they have a strong sense of substitution, and easily substituted themselves into "The Peony Pavilion" "The male protagonist Liu Mengmei.

Just imagine, meeting a beautiful woman in a dream, braving the disapproval of the world, and having sex by the peony pavilion or the peony fence.The beauty died of illness due to lovesickness for herself. When the two met again, they were in different ways. They never thought that their love would move Judge Yan Luo and bring the beauty back to life.

What a romantic thing this must be.

How much charm is this to make the life and death of a beauty so broad.

If the feelings of girls are always poetry, the thoughts of boys will always have lust, and this play turns their lust into reality, so it sounds mesmerizing.

Even those who are not very interested in the story are fascinated - they are admiring the libretto and the singing, so that after the song is over, people are still thinking about it, humming a few lines from time to time, and then smashing it When I put my mouth down, I feel that I can't taste the three tastes.

This play needs to be watched more.

One time is not enough, and two times are not enough, at least until it is sung in its entirety.

Therefore, when the play was over, it was late, and when the crowd dispersed, many people asked Lu Bai, when the play would be sung again, they must be told, and they would listen to it as soon as possible.

"Sing in two or three days." Lu Bai said.

The location is chosen on the Qinhuai River behind the wine house.

Not only that, this play has to be sung continuously until it has been recited throughout the Southern Dynasties.

This is not only to gain fame, but to complete the bet with Wang Changkang, it is also to expand the reputation of Haoqimen, and at the same time select those who are good enough to practice among these actors, so as to accept them as disciples.

After hearing it for a few days, everyone could see it again, and left satisfied, bringing the news to the whole capital by the way.

Luo Wang also said happily: "I will definitely go to support uncle when the time comes."

Lu Bai asked him to bring a few more people there, and by the way, help him promote it, "This time, I will give you Xishan Poetry Guild good face."

King Luo hurriedly said yes.

Lu Bai really gave him a face this time.

A song "Song of Peach Blossom Temple" won the first prize, a song "Ambush from Ten Daggers" which is enough to practice was first released at the poetry meeting, and "Peony Pavilion" surpassed "Ambush from Ten Daggers" and shocked everyone.

Luo Wang has no doubt that from tomorrow onwards, the capital will be full of discussions from the Xishan Poetry Society.

Not to mention the Dongshan Poetry Club, even the poetry club in the entire capital will be covered. He guessed that his father would ask him a few words. This face is too long.

King Luo gratefully sent Lu Bai into the carriage, and sent them away respectfully.

It's going to be dark, and the rain is still falling.

The streets are foggy.

The bustling capital city in the past has become very quiet at this time, the stalls have been closed, and there are very few customers in the shops on both sides.All over the world, there is only the sound of dense rain and the sound of carriages walking on the road.

A lantern hung beside the curtain of the carriage.

The light did not illuminate the road ahead, it was just to remind passers-by of a carriage passing by, but it illuminated the inside of the carriage.

Gu Qinghuan leaned against the wall of the car, looked at Lu Bai through the light, "Today, you're going to make the most of the limelight."

Lu Bai's hand reached into her arms, touched her tight belly, and stroked back and forth with his fingers, "I'm the limelight now."

"Come on." Gu Qinghuan patted his hand away, "I don't know where I copied it from."

"Sometimes, copying is also a skill." Lu Bai is not ashamed, but proud, "But these are indeed copied, the song was copied by an unknown senior, and the poem was copied by a senior named Tang Bohu—"

Lu Bai turned his head and looked at Gu Qinghuan, "This senior is amazing. He is the master of poetry, calligraphy and painting, especially painting and calligraphy. He is an absolute master of the generation. If there is a chance, I will let you see his calligraphy."

Lu Bai knew that Gu Qinghuan was fond of calligraphy, and now he also knew that he could draw a lottery to win literary works from his previous life, maybe Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting, so that Gu Qinghuan could open his eyes.

Of course, there is no shortage of famous calligraphers in this world.

Especially Xiyanchi—a school that practices calligraphy, and there are many inscriptions of famous calligraphers in the door.

However, Lu Bai believed that Tang Bohu's calligraphy was not inferior to them at all.

Gu Qinghuan nodded, "Okay."

"As for the "Peony Pavilion", you already know it. It was written by a senior named Tang Xianzu. His books are all good. Of course, there is another important reason why I chose him——"

Seeing that Gu Qinghuan was curious, Lu Bai smiled slightly, and put it off, "Senior Tang still has a notebook, which is enough for us to turn around."

Lu Bai's book refers to "Handan Ji".

The story of Huangliang Yimeng comes from this.

In this playbook, there was a scene where the protagonist was stationed in the border town, but was raped infinitely. The dog emperor took the opportunity to put the protagonist in prison. Lu Bai planned to combine this scene with the injustice case in Shuobei City, and then it would set off a storm.

When this play gets out, Lu Bai probably stomps his feet angrily.

However, don't worry, let's slowly accumulate strength first.

Just as Lu Bai was thinking about this, the carriage stopped suddenly, "Who!" the disciple driving the carriage asked in surprise from outside the curtain.

Lu Bai opened the curtain and saw the thick fog in front of him. In the thick fog, there was a person standing in front of the carriage with a big sword on his back, his back facing Lu Bai.

He turned around, and there was a man in linen clothes with piercing eyes, enough to break through the thick fog to illuminate Lu Bai.

The man swung his sword lightly.

Roar!

A fog dragon emerged from the thick fog and came straight towards Lu Bai.

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Chapter 381 Pangu

The fog dragon came very fast.

Under the rolling of the fog dragon, the fog behind it turned into a vortex, surging rapidly, as if drilled out of a dark hole.

The fog dragon roared towards it.

Lu Bai didn't move his body, he made a tactic with both hands, the knife on his waist appeared in front of him in an instant, and then with this knife as the center, circle after circle of knives appeared, turning into an umbrella to hold the carriage in front of Lu Bai. , the disciple sealed it tightly.

Wulong hit the saber umbrella with a loud bang.

Then, dense fog rushed along the streets on both sides of the umbrella, the windows were broken, the door panels were lifted, and the lanterns flew straight out.

Without waiting for someone to come and make a move, Lu Bai still made a move.

In an instant, more than a dozen clones appeared in his body, some standing on the wall, some standing in front of the store, and some standing on the street. These clones all held a knife in their hands and raised their heads almost at the same time.

call!

Accompanied by Lu Bai raising his head, tens of thousands of knives attacked the man in the fog in an instant.

The people in the fog were as motionless as a mountain, and the fog around him raised a wandering dragon, which spun rapidly in the fog and knocked down all of Lu Bai's knives.

However, this is a false move.

Lu Bai had expected it.

Therefore, when he started, more than a dozen of Lu Bai's avatars moved together.

I saw them jumping up from different directions, jumping in front of the man in the fog in an instant, almost head-on, smashing the fog dragon into thick fog, and then a dozen figures instantly turned into one, with a knife Fog everyone cut away.

People in the fog did not blink, and stared at Lu Bai with piercing eyes.

Lu Bai didn't hesitate at all, and the knife dropped instantly.

call!

The figure of the man in the fog turned into fog and dissipated.

Lu Bai focused his eyes, raised his head slightly, and saw a line of mist pulling towards the river beside him, he was no longer confused at the moment, one clone fell back into the car in the blink of an eye, while the other clone chased it out in the blink of an eye.

At this time, there was a sword under Lu Bai's feet.

This sword firmly supported Lu Bai's body, quickly caught up with the fog line, and drew a clear trace on the thick fog on the river surface, just like a wind blowing, blowing a small line in the thick fog. Small corridor.

While Lu Bai was chasing him, someone in Juxian Pavilion watched the scene in front of him.

Juxian Pavilion is the tallest pavilion in the capital outside the imperial palace. Although it is not as good as the Zhaixing Tower, it is not inferior.

On the high roof of Juxian Pavilion, there is a tower with five roofs, and you can pick up the stars by looking up, but now it is raining lightly, you can’t see the stars, you can’t see the moonlight, what ordinary people can see is only the blackness .

But the person sitting on the Juxian Pavilion is not the same.

He saw clearly the pursuit of Lu Bai and the man in the fog.

He took a sip of his wine, and stared at the mist on the river, "Little friend Lu is worthy of the fate of a monster. I can't imagine that the realm has reached such a terrifying level in such a young grade."

The scruffy Taoist priest was next to him, and he took a sip of wine, smacked his mouth, and felt that the bird had faded away, "Bah, you eunuch, you have already sat in the seat of the head of the inner study hall, and you don't know how to drink for a drink."

He rinsed his mouth, as if he wanted to get rid of the smell of the wine just now, and then reminded the old eunuch, "You are hairless, please pay attention to your address, this is the master of both of us, it should be your senior. "

The wicked monk reminded him, "Fuck you, you bastard, I'm hairless, and I'm a guest, that's your master."

The little eunuch who was waiting on the side wanted to laugh.

He had never seen such an indiscriminate attack, swearing, and drinking monk.

"Little Ma, you can laugh when you want to, don't treat the two of them as things." The old eunuch said with a smile.

The old eunuch looks very kind, especially at a very old age, the skin on his face has become old walnut bark, and the wrinkles are all grooved, which makes the murderous look, anger, inequality and other negative aspects on his face His emotions were all hidden, leaving only a harmony.

"Damn it, this old eunuch is so useless that he taught the juniors badly." The slovenly Taoist scolded, "It looks old and disrespectful, far worse than my master and your master."

The old eunuch chuckled, "You two want to be human's disciples and grandchildren, but this old man doesn't want to be. Don't drag me into trouble."

The wicked monk corrected him, "It's him, I'm not."

The sloppy Taoist priest let the wicked monk go aside, "I am my master's apprentice, you and I have taught him once or twice, my master is not your master."

The old eunuch sneered, telling the sloppy Taoist to stop repeating the old story, "Isn't it because you gave me a few words back then, what kind of master should I be—"

"A master is a master, how do you say that sentence, a teacher for one day and a father for life, a word for a teacher, always a father—" The sloppy Taoist stopped, and suddenly felt that he had discovered a great equation.

The old eunuch glanced at them, and put the topic aside, "I thought who was going to ascend in the capital. It turned out to be the two of you. You two are really good enough, and you actually became the apprentices of a young man."

The wicked monk didn't bother to correct him.

The sloppy Taoist priest still plausibly said: "Threesomes must have my teacher. Hearing the truth has his own priority. He can teach us, so he is naturally qualified to accept us as apprentices."

Now the old eunuch doesn't understand.

He looked at the sloppy Taoist priest with doubts in his eyes, "What right does he have to accept you as apprentices?"

The sloppy Taoist smiled and didn't say much.

Lu Bai's secrets should be kept secret, this is for Lu Bai's own good.

When the old eunuch saw that they didn't say anything, he became more and more curious. Lu Bai had some ability to make these two unfettered people willing to learn from him, because as far as the old eunuch knew, they had already reached the Ascension Realm .

If we were to say who on the ground is most likely to ascend, counting the eight major factions, among the people most likely to ascend, they would not rank in the top three, but would rank in the top five.

It's just that for some reason, these two people disappeared decades ago, and there is no sign of ascension.

The old eunuch once thought that the two of them had not withstood the thunder tribulation and died, but he didn't want to see them here today.