Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

Wan Ruotan hammered the wooden railing with his fist and sighed.

"Why is Marquis Hongying so irritable? But did he see something he didn't want to see?"

The young man in purple robe raised his eyes slightly when he heard the sound, turned his head to look at Ming Zhidu, and said, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Tell me about it." Ming Zhidu couldn't help but frowned after asking, and said with a bit of ridicule in his tone: "Isn't it because of your little A Luo again?"

Wan Ruotan took a deep breath and replied, which made Ming Zhidu very speechless: "Now arrange for the manpower to arrange gunpowder and blow up this Sword Test Inn for me!"

Mingzhidu:...

The sound of gongs and drums on the stage suddenly became chaotic, which made people feel unreasonable and irritated in their hearts, but they could not figure out the reason.

Nie Renxi's fingers were about to pop out, and he couldn't help but pluck the strings. The sentence "It's hard to complain to the blue sky, black is black, and white is black" hit his ears, causing a chill to rise up his back. , so far this play has only reached the middle stage.

He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but he had to lower his head and play seriously, raising his eyes from time to time to look at the features of the seven people when they were not paying attention. It can be said that he was doing three things at once.

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, the seven people sang with a crying tone, and the ghost in white looked miserable, as if he was mourning.

At the same time, in a flash of lightning, the theater curtain was closed again, and the thick red curtain once again isolated everyone from the audience.

For a moment, the entire Hongtai was really like a coffin. They died inside and others lived outside it.

Nie Renxi was infected by that strange heaviness. He raised his head without warning, but suddenly he saw a ghost-faced man approaching him. The tip of his nose touched the cold mask. He was frightened by this scene and his heart trembled. I felt my soul being pulled away, and after screaming, I lost consciousness and fell on the stage.

The pipa he was holding in his arms fell off, and the strings broke the moment it touched the ground, making a muffled sound.

At this time, Yin Luo and Chi Linjing also arrived in front of the stage. After hearing Nie Renxi's screams and the broken strings of the pipa, the two people who were standing there waiting for the opportunity rushed to the stage regardless of Sanqi 21 and opened the door. The red cloth that had just returned to peace.

But what you see is empty, the stage is empty, the people are empty, but the sound of gongs and drums is not empty.

Yin Luo turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound. He saw a wooden round-shaped object vaguely placed in the red curtain. The sound came from the wooden wheel. Nie Renxi fell in front of the round wheel. About two meters away, Pipa fell and lay beside him...

They almost rushed to Nie Renxi, quickly lifted him up, and after checking to make sure he was uninjured, they felt his breath with their fingertips. After noticing that he was still breathing, the two of them relaxed their brows.

Yin Luo stretched out his hand to feel his pulse. He was obviously disgusted and a little bit puzzled: "He was actually frightened and fainted?"

Chi Linjing held his forehead speechlessly, helped the unconscious Nie Renxi up, and made him sit on the side of the chair to avoid falling and getting hurt again. Then he stood up and walked towards the wooden wheel that was still making the sound of gongs and drums. I didn’t forget to greet Yin Luo.

The girl in red followed the footsteps of the young man in green robe, frowned and squinted over his figure, looking at the wooden round wheel that still made the sound of gongs and drums, she asked uncertainly: "Could this be... the wooden wheel leaving a sound? "

Nie Renxi's sudden scream not only caused Yin Luo and Chi Linjing to rush forward, but also attracted many people who were not afraid of trouble to lift the red curtain and jump on the stage to watch the fun.

No one knew what exactly happened, but when they finally got past the thick red curtain, the only thing that caught their eyes was a beautiful but somewhat stocky woman who was lying next to a wooden chair. She was probably dressed as a performer for the cricket class. Pipa player playing music. When they heard the shouting, the man and woman who jumped on the stage first were walking towards a wooden round wheel not far away. Everyone looked at each other, got together, and walked towards Yin Luo and Chi Linjing. In an instant, Continuous discussions filled the empty stage——

"Where are the people? Why don't you see anyone from the Pingying class?"

"It's really strange. There is no gong and drum troupe on this stage? How did the sound of gongs and drums come from?"

"Is it possible that the people in this class are good at escaping from the ground? They disappeared in a swish..."

"Are you kidding? He might have taken advantage of the chaos and ran away!"

"Did you see anyone running out of the stage? They said I was joking. The white shrouds they wore when singing were so weird, as white as ghosts. Could it be that we were all blind when they ran out? ?!”

"That's true! We didn't see anyone leaving before we went on stage, and we didn't see anyone leaving in shrouds."

"What's going on? It's a bit weird to say that. Oops, I'm getting goosebumps..."

"Is it possible that this troupe of frogs is just a group of ghosts? Why don't they dress up like that and sing in operas?"

"Stop being scary here!"

"How about? Let's see if the pipa player is dead or alive first?"

"No need! He has a rosy complexion and no scars on his body. If you look closely, his chest and neck are still moving slightly. He must be alive."

"Look, what is that? The sound of gongs and drums seems to be coming from this wheel."

Everyone walked up to Yin Luo and Chi Linjing and muttered: "Is this a mechanism? According to common sense, this wooden wheel cannot preserve sound?"

"It should be the sound of the wooden wheel, a super magical technique." A short, middle-aged swordsman in the crowd suddenly said.

His words attracted everyone to look at him, including Yin Luo and Chi Linjing. Young Master Qingpao lowered his eyes slightly and then raised his eyes again, asking softly: "I don't know why the wooden wheel makes a sound? What is this superb technique?" mean?"

The middle-aged swordsman crossed his arms and glanced at Chi Linjing, "I don't know how this technique is so amazing. However, I have been in the world for many years, and I am well-informed. As far as I know, this wooden wheel has a sound as its name suggests. It is made of wood into a round wheel, and an exquisite rotation law is calculated to keep the sound in the center of the rotating wooden wheel to ensure that it does not leak out. It is the most superb sound recording technology in the world."

"Speaking of which, this wooden wheel with a sound was built by Duke Lu of Ningcheng 11 years ago. There are only three of them in the world." The middle-aged swordsman raised his three fingers and gestured twice in front of everyone, and said in detail: "One of them The platform was given to the Jun family in Houzhou. Two years ago, the Jun family donated it to the current Emperor Daliang, and the other one was given to the Xu family in Saibei. However, the Xu family had long been ruined, and the wooden wheel left behind The sound naturally disappeared, and the last one disappeared after Lu Gong went crazy, and it has no fixed location... I didn't expect that I would see it here."

Yin Luo nodded. What the middle-aged swordsman said was indeed consistent with what she remembered. She stared at the laminated wooden wheel in front of her that was still playing gongs and drums, and pointed out a golden needle.

The slender golden needle pierced into the gap between the rotating wooden wheels and got stuck in it, pausing the sound. For an instant, only human voices were left in the venue.

And she was also recognized by several Jianghu people, and someone asked tentatively: "Golden needle paints lotus, Jiangnan Yinluo?" (End of this chapter)