Just when the boy in Caiyi went on stage, someone set up three rockery on the stage. The rockery was covered with cloth, and the names of the three immortal mountains "Huliang", "Fuyu" and "Xiyi" were written on it. Caiyi's boy was not tall and about fourteen years old, but he had practiced the trick of Yulong Manyan for eight years. He leaped onto the rockery agilely, took the power of the people in the rockery to lift it up, jumped up to a height of more than a meter, turned over and fell on another rockery, shaking drums and laughing.

The fish behind the back was covered with blue scales, with eyes in proportion, and the scales were written with the word "The eye is in line with one's body, and the king is in vain" to chase the boy in color.

One person and one fish leaped and chased among the three mountains, and played for half a quarter of a minute. Suddenly, the boy in the colorful clothes took out a beautiful dragon ball from the foot of Huliang Mountain. Seeing this, the fish chased him even more fiercely. He touched the corner of the boy in the colorful clothes several times, causing bursts of exclamations, but he repeatedly failed. The boy was angry, shook his head and shook his tail, causing splashes of water in the mountains, and for a moment, white fog filled.

The blue scales were covered by white mist, and yellow shadows seemed to appear.

In a blink of an eye, an eight-foot yellow dragon broke through the fog.

Every year when the Yulong Festival starts, there is a show that has to be performed, but the people of Xuandu never get tired of watching it. As soon as the Huanglong appears, it causes surprises everywhere.

The green-scale flounder turned into an eight-foot-year-old yellow dragon, but the boy in color was not afraid. He inserted the beautiful dragon ball onto his staff, and then led the dragon to walk with a smile.

The watchcock platform was full of rushes. In the old imperial temple, the yellow bells were like the sound of the sky. A bloody wind quietly floated in the dark alley, and demons were killed one after another. Next to the Lingji Mansion Jun Temple in Tongmingfang, there were black turtles as big as houses floating in the blood. Outside the Dajue Temple in Qingyinxiang, a Confucian scholar drew his sword to kill ghosts. Under the white-clothed Su goddess altar in Xuanyangfang, there were Fengchen troops who killed the old woman, falling down her teeth and nails.

After that Yulong Manyan performance, a genius climbed up a few feet high pole and played the "Dulu Xunbao". Although it was far less exciting than the immortal pole that was famous in Xuandu, it also received a lot of applause. At that time, he had won some famous Qionghua puppet show at the Little Yulong Association, but he no longer hid his shortcomings. When the tower turned, the puppets on the stage jumped down one by one and danced with the puppet master.

...

In the crowd, a young man and a girl walked onto the Qiyun Bridge. Looking at the wonderful scenes on the Bird Platform, he turned his eyes to the northern city wall of Xuandu. Several large ships were docked in the Jinghe Canal under the city wall. The sky was clear and the green bird flag was hanging low. The ship was filled with jade dendrobium, colorful porcelain, and floating jade from Lizhou. In an hour, it would lead to Shu. In just one month, these large ships could bring back the ships of Shu brocade Shu embroidery, Jiange tea leaves, and Guilu yellow flowers.

During this day when the canal transportation is not open, only the Qingque Palace ship can drive out of the water pass with the Qingque Palace.

Nie Kongkong was wearing a red dress and his hair was like a man. In previous years, when he was waiting for the big fish and dragon meeting, he lived like the year, but these three days passed in the blink of an eye. The excitement near Zhufang was the same as in previous years, but it sounded very noisy. The gongs and drums on the watchmaid platform seemed to be hitting her chest, almost trembling her heart.

Li Chan withdrew his gaze looking at the city wall, looked back at Nie Kongkong, patted her shoulder, and turned to Liu Zhufang. Nie Kongkong followed Li Chan, and the crowd froze, but he could always find a gap, like a black carp passing through the water, and in a moment he came to the under the watchmaiden platform.

...

Behind the Wangquetai, Cao Sulan arranged various opera troupes to take part in an orderly manner. As the leader of the Yulong Club, Cao Sulan was painted on the sunboard of the Wangquetai, and was called the first of all contemporary operas. This year's Yulong Club is still exciting, but in Cao Sulan's eyes, there is still a new bottle of old wine, without any new meaning.

The Qionghua puppet show in front of the stage ended, Cao Sulan nodded to a genius behind the stage and signaled to the genius to come on stage. This genius is good at flying swords and jumping balls. While throwing twelve balls with one hand, he can also shake the drum with his right hand, which can be said to have played this art to the level of perfection.

The pirate bowed to Cao Sulan and took the guy to the stage. Cao Sulan looked at the pirate's disappearing back, but she remembered a pipa in her heart. Recently, the demonic wind in Xuandu has spread everywhere, and Gu Jiuniang was poisoned by demons. Unfortunately, the music score only appeared in the red sleeves and withered in a flash.

After the trick of the man who was flying sword and jumping into the ball outside, Cao Sulan called the man who was playing the role of a god and playing the role of a man on the stage. The people were wearing colorful clothes, like gods, walking towards the ghost path. However, there was a faint mirage.

Those men in colorful clothes left in the opposite direction, but none of them noticed it. Li Chan looked at the dark ghost path, "Kongkong'er, has Jiu Niang told you why this way to go to power is called ghost path?"

Nie Kongkong shook his head.

While untiing her black clothes, Li Chan said, "The actor is a living person in the audience, but after he goes on stage, he plays a dead person. This door to stage separates life and death, so it is called the ghost path. If you and I go on this stage, it will probably be difficult to escape unscathed. Later, after passing this door, you will treat yourself as a dead person."

Nie Kongkong's palm was already wet at some point. She clenched her fists and watched Li Chan put on the flower ornaments. As she stepped into the door, his black clothes fell down, and his blue clothes were covered with water sleeves. The outside was still noisy, and the ghost gate was completely black. The blue clothes turned around inside the door and looked at him, and his face had become Gu Jiuniang. This gaze seemed to be coming from Jiuyou, but it was not cold. Nie Kongkong was stunned for a moment, quickly walked into the ghost gate and followed her. From the darkness to the noisy place, as if he was walking from the underworld to the earth, her heartbeat like a drum, calmed down step by step with the steps of the blue clothes.

...

Perhaps because other plays were too exciting, the old trick of flying swords and jumping into the balls was not appreciated much. The man seemed to have expected this situation, and inserted dozens of sharp swords into the big barrel and flew over it. Finally, he used this dangerous trick to make a lot of exclamation.

Not long after the man who was flying sword jumping down, a Hongsheng and Qingdan came on stage. The Hongsheng was heroic and brave, holding a red silver-painted paper sword in his hand, strode to the center of the stage, holding the sword and bowing to all sides.

"This Hongsheng is really energetic." On the stage, Cheng Yu, the second meeting of the Yulong Association, nodded and praised, and said in confusion: "However, after the flying sword jumped into the ball, it seemed that it was a play of the elephant man..."

When Xu Yingqiu saw the blue-clothed appearance, he almost stood up, with a curious look in his eyes, and said with a smile: "If it remains unchanged, there will be no surprises."

Suddenly there was a sound of gongs and drums and cymbals.

There was clearly no musician on the stage, but the sound of flutes, flutes, and croakers sounded, as if old musical instruments had become monsters, and they were singing in a place where no one saw them. The music sounded together, and the red life slowly danced the sword.

The music that came from somewhere was quite novel. The red sword dance could not see any other tricks.

Suddenly, the long sleeves of the blue clothes flicked, and the pipa gag started.

Qingyi sang: "Red sleeves, green crowns, jade scratched gold necklaces, and the crown of the pear gate of the Jujiaofang."

As soon as Qingyi opened her mouth to watch the stage, someone was talking about the acrobatics of the Sword Sect. In an instant, they all calmed down. Cheng Huishou, who was known as the world's number one Qingyi, looked at Qingdan who was singing on the red whisper and murmured: "This is a non-human voice..."

The Qingyi sang:

"The red sleeves and green crowns are red, the jade is scratched with gold, and the best pomelo is the best pomelo."

"Play a song of the pipa and laugh at the audience's loss of soul."

"Don't look back, the red face is snowy, the green orioles are singing old, and the pearls fall into the dust."

"I'm afraid that spring will be deep, the smoke and willows will be desolate, and the wind and moon will rise and fall."

...

"I have paid all my youth, but I'm lucky to meet a good man now."

"It's the Nine Curved Springs and the Peach Mountain Road is far away, so I will never let you down."

"Looking at the towers and towers, the fish and dragons meet, stop the movement of the clouds."

"Ask the gods and ghosts from all directions, who will listen to my demonic sound?"

At first, the sound seemed to be recalling the past. Suddenly, there was only the sigh of the fireworks woman. After sighing, she was as determined as a person who was going to die.
Chapter completed!