Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

Xie Xian thought about Ji Yuanyi's words and felt that it was a bit of an exaggeration.

Can her little drama still participate in the debate between Buddhism and Taoism? Just like in the past life, those who drew fan books and didn't make a profit of 10,000 or 8,000 yuan, the original author was too embarrassed to sue you.

Sure enough, that night, the performance of Legend of the White Snake was a great success. As the music of "A Thousand Years of Waiting" sounded, a snake shadow fluttered behind the curtain, and finally landed and hovered, reflecting the silhouette of a beautiful woman.

Xie Xian was very satisfied with this opening design. There is something special about Chizhou. It is true that men understand men best.

The unique opening of the first act caused the audience to exclaim in surprise, with many shouting that there really were monsters. Under the light, the scenery changed to different colors, and the Legend of the White Snake began.

After the first act was over, the Hua family troupe took their bow and it was the turn of other classes to perform, but the audience below was immersed in the story.

They all clamored for the Hua family to continue with the second show. The manager came and Hua Yin insisted that he had only prepared the first show and the second show would start tomorrow.

After returning to his residence, he knelt in front of Xie Xian and said, "I am finally relieved from the worry I've had these past few days. I wonder if the Hua Clan can make the list this time."

Hua Yin's worries are not unfounded. The Legend of the White Snake is an opera. Although this new form of performance is very popular, it is still unknown whether it can be included in the red list.

Xie Xian didn't think so much about it. She only brought out the Legend of White Snake in order to build momentum for the training class, so whether it could make the charts was not in her plan.

"Just do your own thing well. This performance experience in Guanyuan can also serve as a topic of conversation. We can exchange ideas and see if we have any experience." If you have this time, you might as well write a performance review.

Seeing that if he didn't leave, he would have to bear more workload, Hua Yin resigned quickly.

Without her subordinates sighing and groaning, Xie Xian finally relaxed and leaned against the low table. She had no peace and quiet all day.

I will have to ask Ji Yuanyi some other day about the battle between Xishan Temple and Laojun Temple on the top of the mountain. As a small fry, she doesn't think she is qualified to participate.

While she was frowning in thought, someone pushed the door open. Xie Xian thought it was just Qingdai, so she ignored him.

The man made a cup of tea and placed it next to him. Xie Xian looked up and saw that it was You Ji.

"Why are you here?" Xie Xian said lightly.

"Aji doesn't have any role today," You Ji replied in a low voice. He felt a little nervous, afraid that Xie Xian would be unhappy.

You Ji insisted on making a cameo appearance on stage, so we had to cast him as a boy sitting under Guanyin, a real human-shaped set.

Xie Xian couldn't help laughing when she thought of this, but You Ji looked childish, so it was reasonable for him to play a boy.

"I heard that you went to the craftsman's workshop. How is the piano being made?" Since we met, it was inevitable to ask about the progress of the work.

You Ji thought for a moment and replied, "It will be ready in three to five days, but the lady wants a lot, and the raw materials are not easy to find."

"The raw materials don't matter. Just use good ones. Try all kinds of materials and choose the most suitable one." Xie Xian waved her hand. Once the training class starts, there will definitely be a batch of musical instruments.

Let You Ji prepare in advance to avoid being in a hurry when the time comes.

Finally, You Ji returned to the room with the empty teapot, still in a daze. He originally wanted to talk to Nujun, but somehow it turned into the design and promotion of new musical instruments. Since You Ji was not fully literate, Xie Xian generously did not arrange other things for him.

"Brother Chi, why is it so difficult to serve the lady?" We had agreed to drink tea and chat, but how come there is a lot of work to do after the tea is finished?

Chizhou, who was busy writing a report, laughed and said, "Aji, if you want to please the lady, you must first learn to read!"

He patted Youji's shoulder soothingly, his face showing a bit of gritted teeth, "If you can't read, you won't be able to do a lot of things, and won't you be alienated from the lady?"

"Oh," You Ji thought, not knowing how big the pit ahead was.

At Baihe Academy, the exams were finally over and the students gathered together to discuss tonight's performance.

"Are there really monsters in this world? It takes thousands of years of practice to transform into a human!" The topic of discussion at this time has nothing to do with the exam.

"Maybe it's true! But it's interesting that this demon cultivator also has to talk about cause and effect."

"Of course. According to what they said, it's not worth it for the white snake to steal the magic grass to save Xu Xian!"

At this time, a student in a Taoist robe found their story interesting and asked, "Oh? From what you said, the Legend of the White Snake is actually a monster with a backstage?"

Then a few people got together and started discussing the hidden points in the plot. When the women watched White Snake, they all lamented her loyalty to Xu Xian.

On the men's side, they naturally split into the Buddhist and Taoist factions, and began to discuss which one was more powerful, the Mother of Lishan, the backstage behind White Snake, or the Fahai of Jinshan Temple.

Ji Yuanyi shook his head as he listened to their argument. The reason he reminded Xie Xian about the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism was not to exaggerate.

Some best-selling storybooks also contain gods and monsters, or Buddha saving the world, but the gods in these storybooks are not systematic and can only be regarded as minor fights. Even the combat power of some monsters is a mystery, and there are contradictions in the early and late stages. Such obvious flaws can only deceive those ignorant boys.

The world background of The Legend of White Snake and the setting of the three realms of humans, ghosts and gods are very mature. The most terrifying thing is that the gods in heaven actually have official positions. Such a complete worldview is truly amazing.

Ji Yuanyi looked down at the white paper in his hand, on which various characters were listed. At the top were the Master of Tongtian, the Mother of Lishan, the King of Hell, and other various divine positions.

He thought to himself, "Is this really Madam Xian? Is this a story a girl could make up?"

As the popularity of the Legend of the White Snake grew, the Mother of Mount Li and the Heaven and Hell were frequently mentioned. However, Xie Xian had never expected that there were still background parties in ancient times, and those people even found the handwritten version of the Legend of the White Snake.

On the second floor of the library, Xie An sat on the couch, calmly flipping through the chess manual, as if the end of the stage show not far from the window did not affect him at all.

"My dear, this Legend of the White Snake is really interesting." Zhi Mo, who was leaning against the window to watch the whole show, couldn't contain his joy.

The lady of the second house has already risen to power, and she can't even write two words of thanks with one stroke, and no one knows what her husband is thinking.

The window that had just been closed was suddenly pushed open, and an agile figure flashed in.

Tu Zhen, dressed in gray, stood up, patted the dirt on his hands, took out a bamboo tube from his waist and placed it on the table.

"This is the news from over there. I have nothing to do from now on." Her eyes were full of disdain, as if to say, "Don't look for me if there is nothing to do, and don't look for me if there is something to do."

After saying this, without waiting for anyone to reply, he opened the window, looked up and down a few times, and then disappeared.

"Madam Tu!" Only at this moment did Zhi Mo withdraw his guard. He glanced at Xie An who was sitting motionless on the couch.

He shut up, picked up the teapot and walked out.

After a moment, Xie An slowly reached out, picked up the bamboo tube on the table, opened the seal, and unfolded the paper scroll as thin as a cicada's wing.

Then he chuckled and lit the note.