Chapter 29: The Law of Inheritance The overwhelming number of invitations made the old boss feel confused and he first entered the opera world, he had imagined that one step would be worth a fortune and win the applause of the whole house and the admiration of the masses! However, as time passed, his dreams became smaller and smaller, and he finally stopped at being able to lead the opera troupe to support his family, and he was content. But now...is this just a dream? Let alone him at this moment, even the actors in his troupe looked at the guests coming one after another with a look of surprise and doubt. In the past, it was considered good if we could get one or two venues in a year or two. How could it be so exaggerated today? "I'm relying on your care, gentlemen. Pingkouwo is a small troupe with a small number of members, and most of the troupes come from small rural areas. I wonder what brought you here?" asked troupe leader Liu with a look of panic. If it were in the past, how could I be so humble? At the very least, she has to brag about her melons like Wang Po selling them. But today he really couldn't brag about himself. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon! "Excuse me, Mr. Liu, were you performing here in the rain last night?" the old scholar asked with a smile. "That's right. We were halfway through the show when it suddenly started raining. We had no choice but to continue." The old troupe leader nodded, his expression becoming increasingly confused.
"The strong wind reveals the strong grass, and the severe frost reveals the steadfast wood! Master Liu is truly the bird of Fuqiu. If he doesn't sing, he'll be a surprise when he does!" The old scholar raised his thumb and praised. "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. These are the rules set by our ancestors. The play has begun, and people from all over the world come to listen. Even if people don't listen, ghosts and gods will listen. Don't say it's raining, even if it's raining knives, we have to finish the performance!" The old boss straightened his back, and a hint of pride appeared on his humble face. Although he is from the lowest class, he still has his own persistence! "well said!" The country gentleman who had not said anything before praised loudly, and then said with a mocking look on his face: "Master Liu, do you know that there really was a god watching the show last night?" "what?" The old troupe leader was stunned and subconsciously looked at everyone in the troupe, only to receive the same bewildered look in return. "Hahaha, it seems our Boss Liu is still unaware of this!" The old scholar burst into laughter when he saw this. "Please sir, teach me!" The old boss quickly bowed. "You will know if you burn incense and offer sacrifices to Taoist Yunli." The old scholar wanted to keep the secret, but the squire was already impatient to reveal the truth. "Hey, the Internet Lord Yunli Xianjun was watching you all night last night, and he even recorded a video on the Internet community." "There's also this matter?" The old boss had a look of disbelief on his face. He was shaken and suddenly thought of the Internet that inexplicably appeared when he was burning incense and staying at the land temple last night. His heart skipped a beat and he vaguely understood something. "Everyone is being slow. I have to go take a look, otherwise I will feel uneasy." Upon hearing this, the old boss hurriedly bowed and apologized, then turned around to get some incense to verify.
This time, it will be a while. You can faintly hear the exclamations of the troupe members! When Boss Liu came back, he looked normal, but his eyes were slightly red and his voice was a little hoarse. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Can we book the venue at a different time?" "Okay, okay! Boss Liu, my mother's birthday party is coming up soon, why don't you go to my place first? When can you leave?" "Is tomorrow night possible? We have already made an agreement with the villagers to sing here today. If for no other reason, since Immortal Yunli likes it, we cannot let him down. Do you think this makes sense?" The old boss said sincerely. "Okay, okay. Now that we're here today, let's take a look at it first!" the gentry responded repeatedly. "To have fun with the gods is wonderful!" the old scholar echoed with laughter. The sun sets in the west and the sky becomes dim. When the Pingkou Woban started singing, Zhao Cunyuan finally rushed back to Tianan Village, where he was born and raised, as the sun set. From a distance he saw a crowd of people at the entrance of the village and a few bonfires, shining like gold, making the surroundings look particularly lively. He was about to take a step forward when his eyes suddenly fixed. But outside the crowd, under the willow trees on the country road, there were two lonely figures standing, and behind them was a bustling crowd of people watching the show. "Cunyuan?" From afar, a testing voice came. Zhao Cunyuan trembled all over and quickly responded, "It's me, mother!" Having said that, he ran over quickly. The two figures also came over. "Mom! Dad!" Zhao Cunyuan walked closer and looked at his parents who were waiting for him alone outside the crowd, and his nose suddenly felt sore. "Oh, it's really you. Your father said you were coming back, and I thought he was lying!" In the light of the fire from the stage in the distance, Zhao's mother looked her son up and down, her face full of reluctance. "Mom, why don't you go to the theater? Didn't I tell you that you might not be able to make it tonight?" "Alas, you are just like your father. You always keep your words to yourself. If you said you won't come tonight, then you will definitely come tonight." No one knows a son better than his mother. Mother Zhao had a look of reproach on her face. "Are you going out again after you come back this time?" asked Zhao's father, who had been silent all the time. "No, the kid has figured it out. He knows that with the Internet, he can't learn any skills. He will just stay at home and not go anywhere." Zhao Cunyuan said in a deep voice. "Really?" Zhao's mother was overjoyed when she heard that. "Really, Mom and Dad, let's go watch a show!" Zhao Cunyuan didn't like romantic relationships and quickly changed the subject. "Okay, okay, okay." Zhao's mother responded repeatedly. Behind them, the Jade Rabbit replaced the Golden Crow and rose slowly on the horizon, casting bright moonlight and drawing a long moon shadow under the feet of the family of three.
When the wanderer returns home, the lights are warm and welcoming. Gu Yunli, who was standing outside the crowd, looked at the family of three coming towards him, smiled gently, and subconsciously looked up at the starry sky. I wonder if his hometown is among them? After a while, he turned around and left with some boredom. "Mr. Gu, you don't want to watch it anymore?" The ghost messenger Zhao Mancang saw it and asked questions immediately. "I am tired, you can watch!" Gu Yunli waved his hand, and his figure gradually faded away and disappeared into the underworld. The underground palace is majestic and the chapel is quiet. He was sitting cross-legged on the mat, but he seemed a little uneasy. It is said that there are nine heavens above the human world, which is the residence of the gods in the fairyland. He has never been there, so he doesn't know what the Ninth Heaven looks like. He even wondered whether the sea of stars above the Ninth Heaven was the familiar one for him. Is his hometown in the sea of stars? However, if you want to know all this, you have to practice! "Ding dong!" An illusory ringtone interrupted Gu Yunli's thoughts. It was a message from the inspector. "My dear brother, the Record of Worshiping the Big Dipper has some clues." "Oh?" Gu Yunli's face lit up with joy. The rapid spread of the Internet was largely due to Kan Yidao’s fission promotion. But the fundamental reason is the temptation of "Records of Worshiping the Dipper". Therefore, Gu Yunli had already entrusted the inspectors to help him search for the subsequent exercises. By the way, check if this technique is still being passed down? Avoid trouble in advance. "This is the method passed down by the Baidouzhanxing Palace. However, this palace was destroyed in the rebellion of the King of Runan a hundred years ago, and the skills were scattered throughout the world." "Can we find the follow-up?" "It's hard to say. I'm afraid we need to find the descendants of Yin Zhongli, the general who suppressed the rebellion at that time. I asked my friend, the city god of the state, to check the local files. Yin Zhongli died suddenly not long after suppressing the rebellion, and his subsequent skills are nowhere to be found. It's extremely difficult to track him down!" Gu Yunli frowned upon hearing this, and after a moment of hesitation, he asked: "Brother He, can you find other complete and inherited skills?"
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