The Alternate World Is Too Dangerous: I Hide In Reality And Rule!

  Chapter 200 Meiqiang

  Listen to the background of Xuelou!

   Xueer, who just got off the stage, was taking off her headdress when she saw the girl in charge of collecting reward money happily running backstage.

  There are so many opera singers in a theater building, but there is only one opera singer on the stage. Who will be convinced by the so-called peers?

   For this reason, it depends on the reward to determine who is the pillar.

  Whoever sings on stage, and the guests who listen to the opera give more rewards, whoever is the pillar.

  The reason why Xueer can become a pillar is because she gets the most rewards from guests every time she finishes singing.

  It was the first time that Lin Ye knew that the opera building relied on this to select the pillars. He couldn't help exclaiming: "It turns out that the earliest money to vote for the talent show came from the theater building."

   Also, stars and stars, in ancient times, were not actors.

   "Team leader, Mr. Lin invited our troupe to sing at his house"

  The little girl shouted to the class leader very happily, and the people in the backstage were also very happy to hear what the little girl said.

   "Go to Mr. Lin's mansion, then we can open our eyes this time."

   "Mr. Lin is so generous, if we come to sing an opera, then we will definitely reward more."

   "It goes without saying, maybe we can get a golden bean reward once."

  Xue Er was taking off the headdress, listening to the little girl's words, her pretty face changed slightly, but soon returned to normal.

   "Since it was Mr. Lin's invitation, our theater must be free. You can reply... Forget it, I will reply to Mr. Lin in person. As long as Mr. Lin needs it, our theater troupe can come over at any time."

  The class leader was also very happy. Before Mr. Lin came, Tingxuelou had always been calm. It was Mr. Lin's arrival that made Tingxuelou popular.

Many wealthy sons and daughters in the city also came to Tingxuelou to listen to the opera. Although these rich sons and daughters were not as generous as Mr. Lin, they were also very generous. The income of Tingxuelou this year was worth several years in the past .

  After a quarter of an hour, the class leader happily returned to the backstage.

"I've already made an agreement with Mr. Lin. The day after tomorrow, I will go to the Lin Mansion to sing an opera. Tomorrow, I see that our theater will be temporarily closed. Let's rehearse the new repertoire carefully. Xue'er, haven't you been rehearsing a new opera recently? Do it well tomorrow." Rehearse and sing at the Lin Mansion the day after tomorrow."

"it is good."

   Xueer listened to what the head teacher said, and nodded her head lightly.

  …

  …

  Lin Mansion!

   Ushered in the most lively day.

   Listening to the entire troupe of Xuelou, except for a few cleaners, everyone else came.

   "Yang Butou, don't worry about it. There is no rush to solve the case. Let's talk about it after listening to the opera." Lin Ye greeted Yang Butou at the door, looked at Yang Butou's sad face, and comforted him with a smile.

   "Mr. Lin, although no homicides have occurred in the past two days, the case has been pressed very hard by the higher authorities, and we are given a deadline to solve the case. I only have a few days left."

  Yang Butou couldn't laugh, it was Mr. Lin's invitation, and he had to give this face.

   "Maybe there may be clues after listening to the play today?"

   Lin Ye said something meaningful, but Catcher Yang was a little puzzled, and was about to ask, but Lin Ye pulled him towards the backyard.

  Lin Ye's backyard was big enough, and the people listening to the Xuelou theater troupe had already set up the stage. Seeing Lin Ye walking over with Yang Butou, the troupe leader immediately walked over with a smile on his face.

   "Mr. Lin, catch the head Yang."

   "Team Liang, business is booming recently."

   "Borrowing auspicious words from Yang Butou."

   "My auspicious words are useless, I still have to thank Mr. Lin."

As the chief catcher of Shangyang City, Yang Butou is also a native of Shangyang City. He is very familiar with all walks of life and knows the original situation of Tingxuelou. The original Tingxuelou can barely maintain. It is said that Mr. Lin has contributed a lot to Xuelou's current popularity.

   "Yes, yes, I want to thank Mr. Lin."

  Team leader Liang quickly expressed his gratitude to Lin Ye, who waved his hand: "No, it's because you sing well in operas. It's only natural to pay for culture, and prostitution for free is not a good habit."

  Cultural payment?

   Whoring for nothing?

  Ban Tou Liang didn't understand, but Catcher Yang had dealt with Lin Ye many times, so he knew that Mr. Lin sometimes said some weird words.

   "Okay, class leader Liang, I want to thank Mr. Lin, and let everyone sing a good show for everyone today."

   "That's natural. I heard that Mr. Lin invited everyone to the house to sing an opera. Everyone is very happy and will definitely show their best state."

  Team leader Liang patted his chest to promise, and waited for a while before walking to the stage. Catcher Yang looked at the back of squad leader Liang leaving, and sighed: "It's not easy for Lao Liang, and luckily I met Mr. Lin."

   "Oh, what's the story of Team Leader Liang?" Lin Ye asked curiously.

"Tingxue Tower was founded by Bantou Liang and his father. It was very popular in Shangyang City at the beginning. Unfortunately, Bantou Liang failed to inherit his father's mantle. His talent in singing is not high. When Bantou Liang's father left, Hearing that Xuelou is not open, and without its pillars, it will almost fail to operate several times."

   "Then later, I heard that Xuelou was doing pretty well. Even without my support, it wouldn't mean that it couldn't go on." Lin Ye asked.

"I heard that some masters in the city who like to listen to operas recited the incense and love of Bantou Liang, and gave Bantou a sum of money, so that Bantou Liang can continue to operate Tingxue Building." Yang Bu He thought for a while and replied: "During that time, in order to make ends meet, Tingxue Lou often went to other counties to set up a stage and sing operas with the whole theater troupe."

  Listening to Yang Butou's words, Lin Ye's eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.

  …

  …

  Night.

  The stage was set up, and there were not many people watching the show. Lin Ye, Yang Butou, Xu Bo, and Aunt Ge were only four people.

  Of course there is Tai Sui lying on the haystack in the backyard like a mass of mud.

   Ting Xuelou really put his heart into it this time. It was a new play, and everyone who sang on stage worked very hard. What Lin Ye saw was continuous applause, and the rewards continued like flowing water.

   One play lasted for two hours.

   "Team Leader Liang, you are very good, especially Miss Xueer. I really enjoy listening to this coloratura. I wonder if I can ask Miss Xueer for advice."

   After giving the bounty, Lin Ye asked with a smile as he looked at Team Leader Liang who came to express his gratitude.

  Ban Liang's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly replied: "Of course there is no problem. It is our Xueer's blessing to be praised by Mr. Lin. I will inform Miss Xueer right away."

   "Okay, then let Miss Xueer let me go to the backyard."

  After Lin Ye said this, he turned his gaze to Yang Butou: "Yang Butou, today's show is not bad."

   "Well, it's very good. Thanks to Mr. Tuolin, I can hear a new play, but it's getting late now, brother, I'll take my leave first."

  When Catcher Yang heard that Lin Ye was going to ask Miss Xueer to learn how to sing, he blinked his eyes and showed an expression that I understood.

   "Okay, Xu Bo will send Yang Butou off for me."

   Asking Uncle Xu to send Yang Butou away, Lin Ye just walked towards his own yard. Team leader Liang was stunned for a while, and finally walked backstage with a complicated expression.

   "Xue'er, Mr. Lin knows that you are good at singing, and I want you to give him some advice, so I agreed."

  Backstage, Leader Liang found Xueer. Xueer listened to what the leader said, looked at the leader with Miao Mu, and finally nodded: "Okay."

   "Xue'er, Mr. Lin is very important to us Ting Xuelou."

  Team Leader Liang looked at Xueer, nodded in a deep voice, Xueer trembled, and replied, "I see."

   "Get ready, I'll take everyone back first."

  Team leader Liang left the Lin residence with the rest of the troupe, while Miss Xue'er reapplied her makeup backstage, and finally walked into Lin Ye's backyard.

   "Miss Xueer is here, please sit down."

   Seeing the delicate and upright girl Xueer in white clothes walk in, Lin Ye smiled and waved.

   "Young Master Xie Lin."

   Xue'er squeezed her willow waist tightly, and then sat down opposite Lin Ye, a scent of fragrance wafted through her nostrils.

   "I heard from the head teacher that Mr. Lin wants to learn to sing opera?"

   "There is interest, but not right now."

   "Since it's not now, then Mr. Lin called me?"

   "I heard that in Chinese opera, there is a tune called Meiqiang. I don't know if Miss Xue'er knows it?"

  When Lin Ye asked this question, Miss Xueer raised her phoenix eyebrows and said, "Of course I will. If Mr. Lin wants to hear it, Xueer will present a song for Mr. Lin."

   "All ears."

  Xue'er stood up, but the light veil of the white clothes slipped off her fragrant shoulders, revealing a pair of pink and white jade arms.

   Turning around one by one, they were in front of Lin Ye.

  The wonderful eyes blink lightly, and the red sandalwood slightly opens: …

  A gentle syllable came out, and Lin Ye's eyes narrowed. This voice...

   This is the ancient version of voice actors.

  …

  In the bedroom, Lin Ye closed his eyes and listened with enjoyment. He could only hear Miss Xue'er's small red sandalwood mouth, rising and falling, turning and lingering, and short and rapid like Fengming...

  …

  As soon as the song ended, Miss Xue'er was blushing and dripping with sweat. At this moment, she walked slowly towards Lin Ye who was listening with her eyes closed.

   "Young Master, please take pity on me."

  Feeling the gentle rubbing against his ear and the faint fragrance of a woman, Lin Ye didn't open his eyes. After a while, a warm and tender jade hand slipped across the back of his neck and slowly landed on his chest.

   "I don't need to feel pity. I also hope that Miss Xue'er is kind and saves my life. I don't want to have my chest gouged out."

  Lin Ye spoke lightly, but after Lin Ye said those words, Xueer's expression changed suddenly, and she was about to withdraw her hand, but it was too late.

  Lin Ye's hand firmly grasped Xue'er's arm, and at the same time opened his eyes, looking at Xue'er coldly.

   "Mr. Lin, what are you doing?"

  Miss Xueer frowned slightly, with a pained and puzzled expression.

   "Ms. Xue'er, why bother to pretend? Recently, catcher Yang has been deprived of tea and food because of what Miss Xue'er has done."

  Lin Ye's words made the weak and painful expression on Miss Dexueer's face disappear, replaced by a sneer.

   "Mr. Lin, sometimes people who like to meddle in their own business don't live long."

   "I don't like to meddle in other people's business, but I'm a bit curious. Can Miss Xue'er satisfy my curiosity?"

"of course can."

Suddenly black air filled Xue'er's arm, and the black mist suddenly drifted towards Lin Ye, but the scene where Lin Ye fainted did not appear as she expected. When the black mist cleared, Lin Ye was still standing intact. Watch her there.

   "You... are you a practitioner?"

Although everyone in Shangyang knows that Mr. Lin is a disciple of Qingfengguan, most people think that his identity as a disciple of Mr. Lin is due to donating a lot of incense money to Qingfengguan. After all, cultivation is so hard, Mr. Lin Such a rich son must not be able to endure this hardship.

  Xue’er still thinks the same as many common people. Mr. Lin is a disciple of Qingfeng Temple and a disciple of Jinguang Temple. There is no one who practices Taoism and Buddhism at the same time. It is because of the large amount of incense money donated that he is only registered as a registered disciple.

   Now that she knew that Lin Ye was a practitioner, Xueer's face changed. Sharp nails suddenly appeared on the five fingers of her left hand, which was not caught, and scratched towards Lin Ye's throat.

   "Miss Xueer's murderous intentions are too strong."

  Lin Ye leaned back to dodge, and Xueer also drew out his right hand at this opportunity, and fled towards the door.

  Just as Miss Xueer rushed to the door, a golden light lit up at the door, forming a wall of light, which directly knocked Xueer back.

  Seeing that she couldn't escape, Xue'er's pretty face was stained with frost, she turned her head to stare at Lin Ye, and a red phantom appeared behind her.

   "Smelly Taoist priest, he just likes to meddle in his own business!"

  A red phantom appeared, and Xueer's voice changed. Her voice became cold and full of resentment. Looking at the red phantom behind Xueer, Lin Ye finally understood what was going on.

   "Twin Wraiths, it turns out that you are the one who caused the trouble!"

  Hands made seals, Lin Ye let out a soft shout: "Town!"

   As the word "town" exited, the red phantom behind Xueer froze, but soon recovered.

   "Smelly Taoist, even your master dare not meddle in my affairs, you still dare to meddle, you are looking for death!"

  The red phantom broke free and floated towards Lin Ye like a thunderbolt, but Lin Ye didn't panic. Even if it was twin wraiths, it was only in the realm of wraiths.

  As for saying that the old man dare not control...

  Lin Ye was able to guess the reason. The old man didn't dare to take care of it, but he was too cautious, and he would not intervene in any risky things.

   Facing the red phantom running towards him, Lin Ye raised his hand and pointed lightly, a ray of light shot out, and the red phantom was directly bounced away, hitting the corner of the wall heavily.

   Vulnerable!

  With Lin Ye's current strength, unless it was a ghost who was close to the ghost king level in the later stage of the evil ghost, ordinary evil ghosts would not be his opponents, let alone a grieving ghost.

   "Since it hurts people, then I will keep you."

  Yu Tianjian appeared in Lin Ye's hand, but just when he was about to swing the sword, the red phantom said fiercely: "If you kill me, the king will not let you go."

"Kings?"

  Lin Ye frowned. The only ones who could be honored as "king" by ghosts were ghosts at the level of ghost kings.

   Behind this complaining ghost is a ghost king?

   "Ahem, I'm just kidding with you, don't be angry."

  Lin Ye apologized very politely to the complaining ghost. Seeing that Lin Ye was in awe, the complaining ghost snorted coldly and said, "Don't think about what happened today."

   "Sister Hong, Mr. Lin is just curious, otherwise let's leave this matter alone." Xue'er, who had been watching the battle by the side, began to persuade her at this moment.

  "Yes, yes, yes, no acquaintance if you don't fight, don't worry, I will pretend that I don't know anything about today's affairs. Just do what you want to do on your own. I promise not to disclose it to third parties."

   "If you want me to let you go, you can prepare ten men's hearts for me."

  The red phantom spoke coldly, and Xueer's complexion changed first: "Sister Hong, it's not that it's only for those people..."

"Shut up!"

  Being scolded, Xueer trembled and didn't dare to speak again, but Lin Ye's expression remained the same, and said, "I want the hearts of ten men, it's easy to say... easy to say...cut!"

  After saying the last word, the Yutian Sword shot out, and the red phantom disappeared completely before it could even let out a wail.

   "If you don't take it for yourself, you will only feel embarrassed."

   After killing the grieving ghost, Lin Ye looked very calm, but his eyes fell on Xue'er.

  (end of this chapter)