Fork demon master in the eyes of monsters

Chapter 215
Pheasants are rare even in Nanhu now, and since he is a monster, Chen Chuanwang let him go.

The pheasant monster rushed forward, and Xiao Hei immediately bent down to catch up.

Chen Chuanwang knew it too well, and when he saw its movement, he immediately pressed Xiao Hei.

"It's also thanks to him being a little monster, otherwise you will suffer."

After the pheasant demon disappeared completely, Chen Chuanwang let go of Xiao Hei, and as soon as he let go, the black dog jumped into the forest, rustling all over.

"Who else?"

After a while, the water tiger barked again.

Relying on the fact that other monsters are not as good at playing mahjong as he is, he is so arrogant that both the Liu family and Yuehe clenched their fists in anger.

"Count me in."

Chen Chuanwang was idle and bored, so he sat on it.

"What are you here for?"

"Let's play."

Shuffle the cards, code the cards.

Although Chen Chuanwang didn't play mahjong as many times as Shuihu and the others, he was still a college student with good math talent, and he won more than he lost when fighting the three monsters.

"Okay, okay, that's it, don't fight."

Shuihu curled his lips, his original interest was disturbed by Chen Chuanwang, and he didn't want to fight anymore.

"No, no, keep going." The Liu family lost the most times, and they all felt very humiliated in the public.

"do not fight."

Chen Chuanwang pushed down the cards: "In the last game, I'm screwed."

The Liu family demon suddenly lost his voice, and lost again. The loss was inexplicable, and the loss had no sense of experience.

It's not that they haven't been exposed to mahjong, why is there such a difference?
Both Chen Chuanwang and Shuihu stood up, obviously unable to fight.

Moon River Demon stood up without being impatient, and shook a fan made of feathers.

"Zhuge Liang?"

"Kong Mingliang." Moon River Demon slightly raised his hand.

Chen Chuanwang blinked.

Kong Ming and Liang actually mean the same thing, but it's normal for monsters not to understand, and Kong Mingliang is not unpleasant.

Chen Chuanwang bid farewell to Yuehe and the old monsters, and left with Shuihu and Bailu.

There are some Nanhu little monsters staying, and it seems that they are planning to play a few rounds, but when they play, it has nothing to do with face, it's just for fun.

"How did the three of you get into trouble together?"

Shuihu shook his head: "Who knows, they suddenly came to make trouble."

Elder Sister Bailu covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Actually, the Liu family and Yuehe have already started fighting because of the Water Margin and the Three Kingdoms, but there is a South Lake between them, so the movement is not so big, but these days, the Water Margin and the others Ah, I insisted on some kind of Westward Journey, so I ordered a powder keg."

"Shuihu? Why are you calling me by my name?" Shuihu blinked. Up to now, he still doesn't know what books the Liu family members are reading.

"It's not about you. We have four major literary works, "Journey to the West", "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin", and "Dream of Red Mansions". You read Journey to the West, Yuehe read Three Kingdoms, and the Liu family read Outlaws of the Marsh..."

"Huh? Water Margin, could it be a biography about me, Shuihu?" Shuihu put gold on his face cheekily.

Chen Chuanwang couldn't laugh or cry.

Sister Bailu immediately burst out laughing: "You are becoming more and more shameless now, it's just the same pronunciation and different words, you still insist on sticking to yourself."

"Hmph~" Shuihu glared at Bailu, folded his arms, turned his head away, a little annoyed: "I'm going to see what the Water Margin is all about today, dare to use my name, hmph!"

"The rebellion of the 108 monsters is nothing more than the rebellion."

Chen Chuanwang didn't have many impressions of Water Margin, and it wasn't good either. He didn't feel that there were many good people in it.

"Aggrieved? Then I want to take a closer look." Shui Hu yelled.

The egret was on the side of the road and left.

She didn't like crowds very much, so she flew to the water plants by herself and went to rest quietly.

Shuihu followed Chen Chuanwang home, went upstairs, sat on the soft floor, and he felt sleepy.

He clamored to watch The Water Margin, but fell asleep before he knew it.

Chen Chuanwang looked at him sleeping soundly, and smiled lightly.

Walking to the balcony, Chen Chuanwang teased the kestrel.

And at this moment, he saw Snake Zaitian walking in from the gate dressed gorgeously.

"Ok?"

When the snake came from the sky, Chen Chuanwang looked at his attire: "Are you acting... the Dragon King of the East China Sea?"

Snake Zaitian is now dressed in colorful clothes, very eye-catching, with a crown on his head, and his ears are slightly pricked up.

At first glance, Chen Chuanwang really thought it was the Dragon King of the East China Sea.

Snake Zaitian pulled the bead curtain in front of him: "I don't want to be the Dragon King, that would be too aggrieved. My son was skinned and cramped, and the Dragon Palace was messed up. If it rains, he will be beheaded. That's too much." It's so frustrating."

"Then you are?"

"If you want to be me, you have to be the one. Look, I have engraved a jade seal." Snake Zaitian did not know where to take out a palm-sized jade seal. of jade.

Chen Chuanwang took the jade seal over and looked it over, good guy, there are eight big characters under this jade seal—ordered by heaven, life will last forever.

Chen Chuanwang almost thought that this jade seal was the legendary jade seal, but he would have been shocked if he hadn't realized that it was in simplified characters.

"You are... don't be too outrageous."

"What are you talking about? Also, don't talk to me like that casually in the future. You will call me...Your Majesty, do you know? Do you know?"

"Hey...Your Majesty, you big-headed ghost, you have the guts to go with me under that big mulberry tree and talk to me like that."

"...Aren't you unreasonable." Snake Zaitian sighed, under the big mulberry tree, how dare he let Chen Chuanwang call himself like this, let his ancestors hear him, and still hang him up and smoke.

"You want to be the first emperor? Didn't you watch Journey to the West?"

"That's right, but the eighteen princes in the Three Kingdoms are staring at this piece of jade seal, and they are ordered by the heavens to live forever. This sounds like it makes my blood boil! I feel like I am the only totem."

"Uh..." Chen Chuanwang thought for a while, based on his limited cognition, the totem of Qin Chao's belief seems to be a mysterious bird, which has nothing to do with snakes.

"How could it be a bird? What's so good about a bird, it must be a black snake. Look, look, since our ancestors, our family has been a black snake, isn't it a totem for thousands of years?"

"You are conjecturing and falsifying historical facts..." Chen Chuanwang shook his head: "And even if it is a totem, the totems recognized by later dynasties are all dragons, and have nothing to do with snakes."

"Who said that a snake is also a small dragon, so it is a totem."

"Aren't you being arrogant?"

"Then I will transform into a dragon from a snake and become the legendary dragon king..." Snake yelled for a while, then stopped, lowered his head and asked Chen Chuanwang, "Is the current dragon king not as miserable as in Journey to the West?"

"……I have no idea."

"Then I won't be the Dragon King anymore, just... just... the eight dragons, anyway, it's not that miserable."

"Isn't that a horse?"

"Who said that? Eight dragons, dragons! Dragons!!"

"The white dragon horse has turned into a dragon." Chen Chuanwang jokingly blocked She Zaitian: "You should take off your clothes, if Mr. Snake sees it, maybe you will have to take off your pants."

"The old ancestor was not that rude." Snake Zaitian said so, but still took off his coat: "Turn on the air conditioner, don't disturb me, I'm going to sleep."

"Good good."

Chen Chuanwang left the room for two sleeping monsters.

........................

"Recently, a theater troupe came to your uncle's place." Grandpa said to Chen Chuanwang like this.

"Did someone invite you?"

"That's right, that kid made money outside. He heard from his elders that if he wanted to see a play, he grabbed a troupe to come and set up a stage to sing."

"Then are you going this afternoon?"

"Go, why don't you go when there's a play to listen to?"

"Then I'll go and have a look."

After dinner, it's almost time.

Chen Chuanwang set off with his grandfather and grandmother.

On the way, Chen Chuanwang said: "It's such a hot day, we went so early, it's not about basking in the sun, let's go to my uncle's house and wait, and then I will listen to it."

"It's time to end. He set up a shed for us. It's not hot."

Grandpa said so, and Chen Chuanwang didn't persuade him any more.

The older generation is so good, if a theater troupe comes over, let alone playing mahjong, even if it is a church that I go to every Sunday, my grandfather will not go.

On the way to the theatrical troupe, my uncle's house was on the side of the road, passing by the door, I happened to meet my younger sister Wang Yao arranging flowers in the yard.

"Ayao." Chen Chuanwang called out and rode the electric bike into the yard.

Wang Yao turned around: "Hey? Why are you here today?"

"My grandfather was going to the theater, so I followed."

Although grandpa was anxious to watch the play, he still stopped at the door, supported grandma, and walked into the yard.

"Come and listen to the show in this hot weather!" Wang Yao called people into the house, filled Grandpa's teacup with water, and poured a glass of water for Grandma.

"I don't drink water, do you have any drink?"

"No, is there ice in the refrigerator? Get it yourself."

"Row."

……

Wang Yao is worthy of being a teacher, and she has a cheerful personality. Once she started talking, she chatted with her grandfather within a short while.

"There's that in the refrigerator..." Wang Yao saw Chen Chuanwang bring out the old popsicle, and said a more expensive popsicle.

"I don't like to eat that, this will do."

Chen Chuanwang doesn't know what's going on, he likes to eat sweets since he was a child, but he doesn't like chocolate, so he doesn't like chocolate popsicles either.

"There are grapes in the kitchen, and cantaloupe."

Chen Chuanwang shook his head: "No need."

After all, the grandparents were still in a hurry, and left without stopping after staying for more than ten minutes. Chen Chuanwang didn't like watching theaters very much, so he stayed.

"Aren't you going to school today?"

"Class doesn't start until two o'clock. I'll drive there at 01:30, and I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Oh~ don't you want to sleep?"

"I don't know you guys are here yet, otherwise I'd already be asleep." Wang Yao hiccupped: "You play by yourself, I'll take a nap for a while."

"Row."

Wang Yao went into the room to sleep.

Chen Chuanwang played with her little white dog.

Chen Chuanwang's mentality has always been "childish", he can play with dogs for a day.

In less than an hour, the little white dog was trained by him to pick up the wooden stick back and forth.

"You're pretty smart."

After stroking the dog's head, Chen Chuanwang rubbed the dog's stomach again.

Half an hour later, Wang Yao woke up.

She said she went to work.

Chen Chuanwang stood up and clapped his hands: "Then I'll go to the theater too."

The two separated after a few minutes.

Chen Chuanwang knew the location of the opera stage.

When I was a child, the place used to be a basketball court. During the summer vacation, he, his uncle's brother, and Wang Yao would come over to play basketball occasionally.

After so many years, with wind and rain, the basketball hoop has disappeared without a trace, leaving only a relatively spacious "small square".

Boom boom boom... clang...

Chen Chuanwang parked the car, looked up to find where his grandparents were, and walked over.

"grandfather."

Chen Chuanwang yelled and sat on the ponytail next to his grandfather.

Grandpa just nodded slightly, did not speak, neither of his eyes left the stage.

Chen Chuanwang doesn't understand opera, nor can he understand opera.

Chen Chuanwang couldn't quite understand the content of the words sung in this opera, so he kept looking around, looking at the beating of gongs and drums, the couplets next to him, and the dates on the table.

The table was obviously moved out from a few people's houses next to it, and it was full of traces of time. Seven or eight people were leaning on a table with melons and fruits on it.

After listening to it for a while, Chen Chuanwang gradually became better and could barely understand it.

Grandpa would sometimes talk about a play with his grandmother who had bad ears. Chen Chuanwang heard a few words.

dong dong dong dong dong...

Suddenly there was a burst of gongs and drums, as if the play had reached a climax.

The person dressed as a woman on the stage cried and cried, and then began to sing in circles.

People in the audience applauded from time to time, and sometimes echoed.

Chen Chuanwang didn't like to yell, and he didn't understand much at all. Taking this opportunity, he took a few pieces of watermelon on the table and ate them.

This watermelon is obviously grown at home. It is not big and not too red, but it is very sweet and crisp, and has a lot of water.

More than two hours later, after listening to the play, Chen Chuanwang also felt his mouth was a little salty. There was a pile of melon seeds and a lot of melon rinds in front of him.

"Your grandson can really eat..." the old man next to him joked to his grandfather after finishing.

"He doesn't understand opera, so he just eats when he comes."

"That's the truth. How about it, young man, are my melons sweet?"

"sweet."

"Then you wait here, I'll get you one, go back and eat slowly."

"No, no, no, no..." Chen Chuanwang hastily declined.

"No need."

Grandpa is quite old, but he is in good health, and he walks with wind. When grandpa was helping grandma on three rounds, he took out the melon and put it in the car.

"If you want to eat, come back tomorrow. If you dictate, you can eat melons. If I run out of melons, I'll buy them for you."

Chen Chuanwang couldn't refuse the uncle's enthusiasm: "Okay, okay."

On the way back, Grandpa said that the theater troupe called over to sing for the old man. The old man was very happy, and he paid for all the food and drink during the opera these few days.

"My son is promising, and it's fun to make a lot of money..."

(End of this chapter)