Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 1 Troupe
There is only half a round of setting sun hanging on the ridge of West Mountain, and the red-hot clouds are scattered, just like a beautiful Xiayi draped over Funiu Town at the foot of the mountain.

The raindrops that fell in the morning hung on the low and high eaves, and the streets were filled with muddy water that was trampled by people and animals.The long street was noisy, and groups of children swayed rattle drums and ran to the open space behind the town together.

In the gradually darkening sky, the sound of suona and gongs faintly came from there, passed through the alley, and the villagers sitting and standing in the open space cheered loudly.

On the crude stage set up in front, a few wooden sculptures about one foot in length were dressed in robes and moved in people's hands following the gongs and drums. There were people babbling libretto below the stage.

".Guan Yunchang, you have received Cao Gong's great kindness, donating robes and horses, especially not enough. Before killing Guan Kongxiu, you have a different kind of heart. Today, you don't want to pass by from now on!"

"Guan Mo beheaded Yan Wen and the two generals to report to Cao Gong, why is there so little grace and no righteousness! If you don't open the city gate, just ask me if my sword is good!"

The puppet in the green robe and golden armor, with a heavy face, beard and beard hanging down its chest, held a green dragon in its hand, and slashed down angrily.

"it is good!"

The third and outer floors of the simple stage were full of villagers watching the opera. They stood on tiptoes and saw the small green dragon knife falling, and couldn't help applauding. They had never heard the story of this woodcarving opera, and it was very rare. , I heard that it was compiled by the apprentice Zhao recruited last year, and the wood carvings were all carved by him.

"What a story!"

"Then Chen Lang, have you seen it? Old Zhaotou has picked up a treasure."

"I've seen it. She used to be a handyman in the class."

"I just don't know where it will be in the next scene. This Guan Yun looks so majestic and miraculous."

During the temporary rest, the stands spoke softly, and the old man called Team Leader Zhao listened almost verbatim. Topping tonight.

"San'er, go backstage and ask, what's the next show?"

The three apprentices nodded and went to the backstage, greeted a few brothers who were on the set, and saw a lonely shadow of a green lamp in front of the dressing table, one of them was holding a book and a dim oil lamp, flipping through a page to savor the contents of the book carefully .

"Junior Brother, Master asked me to excuse me and ask you what will be your next performance?"

"Continue to pass the test, eh. Didn't I give you lines?" The figure holding the book turned his face, and the outline became clear in the dim light. Turned white from the washing, she stood up slowly, her robe drooping silently, making her look a little looser.

"Did it fall somewhere? I'll find it later and send it to my brothers."

Chen Yuan smiled at him, all the performances in this woodcarving troupe were done by him, and he also wanted to be a scholar, to gain fame and become an official, but after traveling through time, he discovered that he was an actor, and it was this Zhao A handyman in the home class.

However, Chen Yuan is also fortunate that she didn't really go to the test for fame. After a few months, she gradually learned about the Eight Kings' Rebellion in the Central Plains. Wang's surname is not Sima, but Gongsun.

In the previous dynasties, there were also Qin, Han, and Three Kingdoms, but there were no historical figures Chen Yuan knew, and even the famous gods and ghosts were different.

There are too many deviations from imagination.

"I'll talk about you again later." Although San'er is the third apprentice, he is still quite close to the fourth child. He moved his mouth and pointed outside, "Your such a good story, let them tell the story." Limelight, when it comes to you, you have nothing but your name."

"Master can't take away our benefits. The third senior brother also goes to work, and I will read for a while."

Chen Yuan raised the tattered book in her hand, and sat back with a smile. This book has been in the class for some years, and it tells some weird little stories. Everyone in the class can read a few words. After passing it around to each other, the cover of the book has been worn out for several years, and only the words "Miscellaneous Questions about Huangchuan" can be barely read.

"Thirty miles southwest of Lishui in Huangchuan, there is an alchemist named Li. It is inconvenient to travel. The paper-cut is a horse and put it on the ground. It is good at wind, its mane is flying, and its neighing is crisp. It is like a living thing. Turn into sticky."

Under the oil lamp, Chen Yuan held the scroll and read the contents softly, clicking her tongue from time to time. If there is such a thaumaturgy, she really wants to learn it.

The second cousin of the eldest brother’s wife’s younger brother’s younger brother is an officer and soldier. He said that there are good people in this world, and he has met them before. He gave him a elixir. The old problem of pain in the buttocks will be cured in a short while. .

Every time he thought of this, Chen Yuan wanted to laugh. He thought that what the other party gave him should be a pair of hemorrhoid medicine.

The night outside was dark, and the old trees lined up outside the stage built, rustling their branches and leaves in the wind. Just as he turned the pages of the book and continued to look down, the voices of the people became noisy. San'er, who had just left, suddenly After running back, his brows were tightly furrowed, his mouth was slightly open, and he swallowed, looking rather anxious.

"Something happened outside!"

"what happened?"

Chen Yuan frowned, quickly put down her book, and walked out of the stage with him, only to see the bustling spectators in the stands chatting in small circles in twos and threes, and their words turned into a buzzing noise.

"Master, what happened outside?"

Chen Yuan approached Bantou Zhao not far away. The latter didn't know the details, but walked back and forth by the stage with an ugly face, asking the eldest apprentice to go over and ask what was going on, otherwise the performance tonight would be for nothing.

The man who was called the big apprentice nodded and walked over. Outside the noisy crowd, suddenly a figure hurriedly came here from the alley, his face was covered with white sweat, and shouted at the crowd: "Something really happened, something really happened to the old Wang's family!" !"

However, his voice was covered by a noisy voice. Seeing that the crowd didn't respond, the man stomped his feet fiercely and shouted again, almost at the top of his voice.

"Old Wang's family really had an accident. His father's spiritual seat was torn open and a lot of blood was flowing out. The family members were so frightened that Lizheng led people to rush over there!"

The hysterical voice resounded, and in the noisy stands, everyone's voices fell silent instantly. You looked at me and I looked at you in the dead silence, and then whispered to each other.

"Sure enough, it's said that the old Wang's family has done something that harms Yin and virtue!"

"Oh, it's really evil."

"No, I heard him say that something is wrong with the family recently. The chickens kept in the backyard are often lost. When they are found, there are only bones and blood left."

"Raw?"

"Of course!"

"Oh, it's really scary. Could it be that the weasel has become a ghost."

"Let's go and have a look."

In the buzzing noise, someone yelled, and someone present did not think it was a big deal, and yelled: "Look at the excitement." One by one excitedly pushed and rushed to the entrance of the alley.

The originally lively stage suddenly became deserted, and the old man Zhao jumped up and down angrily cursing his mother, waving his hands for Chen Yuan and the others to follow.

"After watching the excitement, coax them over!"

San'er might be a little scared, so he moved half a step, pointing at the entrance of the alley falteringly: "But what they said is a bit wicked."

"Men'er" was slapped by old man Zhao before he could leave his mouth.

"How important is money in a wicked family, forget it quickly, I'll be with you."

Leaving a few helpers to take care of the belongings on the stage, the old man walked to the front first, and Chen Yuan patted the shoulder of the third brother comfortingly. He was still a little curious about such things as the spirit card cracked and blood flowed out.

At this time, the street outside was foggy at some point, and it was difficult to see the road under their feet.The house of the man surnamed Wang is not far away. You don't need to look for it after crossing a street. After all, the alley is already full of people.

When Chen Yuan and old man Zhao squeezed in, there were more people at the gate of Wang's house, and they gathered together to look in.

It looked like the daughter-in-law of the Wang family, who was sitting on the threshold and weeping. Next to him were Lao Wang and his son, whose faces were pale and trembling slightly.

Someone wanted to go in, but was stopped by Li Zheng and sent back.

"Looking for death! When the people from the yamen above come to check it out, don't spread the word, spread it out!"

About half an hour later, three figures in police uniforms came through the thin water mist with lanterns, waved away the people outside, walked to the gate with a fierce face, and called Lizheng to ask.

(End of this chapter)