Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 74
Goulan Wasi, Zhongjie Street, those who bought tickets were elated, and those who failed to get tickets were dejected, and they all dispersed.

The process of the theater troupe is similar to that of the bookstore. Tickets are sold in the early morning, the opera officially starts in the morning, and the singing continues until the end of the evening. field play.

Of course, you can also buy a full ticket and watch him all day long.

It is still early in the morning, although it is not a fair day, there is also a morning market, and there is still some time before the troupe opens, so people who have bought tickets are not in a hurry to enter, but hang out in the Goulan morning market, waiting for the time to come, Then go to the troupe to watch the play.

The general process is like this. In addition, Su Wen also made a rule that each person can only buy two tickets for one copper plate. They are located on the first floor. There is a copper plate.

This has no special meaning, it is simply that the venue is limited, Anping County has a population of tens of thousands, and at least a few thousand people can watch operas and listen to books. No matter how big this troupe is, it can't accommodate so many audiences. Come.

In addition, diversion is also helpful for aura income, because the aura that each person can contribute is limited, if the emotion is stimulated too much, it will be numb, and the aura obtained by the emotionally numb Su Wen will be reduced.

Therefore, if one group of audience listens to the book for one day, and several groups of audience listen to the book for one day in rotation, there is a huge gap in Lingyun's income.

In order to ensure the maximum income of Lingyun, Su Wen can only use this business model.

In this way, the crowd dispersed, and the lively troupe became deserted again.

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Although it is not a fair day, there are many interesting things in the usual Goulan morning market. Coupled with the hot effect of the Suwen troupe, today's Goulan morning market is not much inferior to the fair day, and it is even more lively, with a lot of traffic and constant traffic.

On the street, among the pedestrians, two unusual people walked side by side.

Those were two women, two unusual, not ordinary women.

One of them was dressed in plain white clothes, covered his face with a light gauze, and had a cool aura like an orchid in an empty valley.

The other person is in a gorgeous purple dress, with an enchanting figure, with blue waves flowing between glances and looks, he is naturally charming and charming, and he is in sharp contrast with the woman in white beside him, two styles, two extremes.

The two walked side by side, indifferent.

The woman in white was silent, her eyes were like clear water and clear springs, flowing calmly without seeing any waves, and it was even more exciting. She wanted to conquer for no reason, so she tore off the veil to see how amazing it was.

The corners of the lips of the woman in the purple dress were slightly hooked, a smile that was not a smile, she had a joking expression, her facial features were very delicate, with that seductive charm, not to mention ordinary people, even monks from other places, I am afraid that I would not be able to control it, and it would be difficult to keep my mind.

Such a stunning beauty did not cause any sensational reaction on this crowded street, and the expressions of passers-by were as usual, and they did not feel that there was anything wrong.

"What a world of fireworks!"

The woman in the purple dress put her hands behind her back, bouncing around like a little girl, followed beside the woman in white, and said with a light smile, "Fairy Sanskrit came here to practice her mind in the world of mortals, to have a good marriage, and to be a man of honor." Your heart is broken, your soul is haunted by dreams, life is better than death, walking dead?"

The woman in white stopped and stared at her coldly: "My patience is limited!"

"Who isn't?"

The woman in white clothes spoke coldly, but the woman in purple skirt didn't care, she chuckled and said: "Fairy Sanskrit is impatient, and I, a little demon girl, am also impatient. As long as you return the Qiqingmu to me, Ziyan will turn around and leave without saying a word." Let's go, we will never get entangled with the fairy again, and we will stay away when we see you in the future, how about it?"

"No way!"

Meng Fanyin turned her gaze back, ignored her, and walked forward.

Ziyan didn't care, she followed her, and kept teasing her mind with words: "Fairy Sanskrit, your ancestor of Yijianmen is a master of Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, and a fellow practitioner of the three religions. After that, in only 300 years, you will become the leader of the righteous way in Yunzhou, you, a descendant of a great sect, why bother with a little girl like me?"

Meng Sanyin was unmoved, turned a blind eye, listened but not heard.

Ziyan persevered, and continued: "Although there is no balance between good and evil, my Miaoyinshan inheritance is not an evil sect. At most, it is a side sect. You robbed my treasures for no reason. If this matter gets out, you will play sword sect against you." Fairy Fanyin's reputation might be bad, right?"

"Using the big to bully the small, and holding the strong to bully the weak, is this the style of the leader of Yunzhou, the Zhengdao Dazong?"

"Fairy Fanyin is going down the mountain this time, the news should not have spread yet, if not, haven't the talented talents from Yunzhou flocked here?"

"Everyone says that Miaoyin Mountain is a sect, I don't practice Taoism, I specialize in heresy, and I do my best to cultivate the furnace of the seven emotions and six desires, but I don't think that the descendants of the fairies of Yijianmen will go down the mountain to enter the world, and come to the world of mortals to train their hearts , ran away after practice, leaving behind a sad and distressed poor man, demented, miserable, all lovesick, crazy, such skills, I, Miaoyinshan, feel ashamed. Your people, but the fairy wants your heart, your soul!"

"Fairy Fanyin, you went down the mountain this time, but the expert in Yijianmen used the art of life for you, and calculated that your marriage is in this realm?"

"Well... no, it's too deliberate. It's not in line with your Yijianmen's mind-training method. It's not a marriage, it's a treasure. Recently, the world has changed, and there are frequent changes in various places. Fairy Sanskrit is going down the mountain at this time. Could it be Yijianmen?" If my senior figured out what chance I had, then I would be lucky, my sister has to take care of my younger sister!"

"Then again, the patriarch of Yijianmen who founded the sect is really an expert born in the world. He can explain the methods of the three religions of Confucianism and achieve the art of swordsmanship. As soon as the world of mortals encounters one, one can break through the seven emotions and six desires, cultivate a transparent sword heart, and have no time to reach the fruit of the Tao, and then one can directly enter the three realms, and in the future there is even hope of innate..."

"The road to the sky is broken, and it is difficult to practice. The patriarch of your school created this method, which made Yi Jianmen become the leader of the righteous way in Yunzhou. It is really admirable to practice the method of merit and virtue without using luck. Both are women, and the younger sister is even more admirable." It is admiration, I have always wanted to worship Yijianmen, but there is no one to lead the way, if Fairy Fanyin does not give up, my little sister is willing to worship you as a teacher, and ask for the art of heart sword."

Zi Yan was laughing beside her, talking nonsense, incoherent, just to disturb Meng Fanyin's mind.

Meng Fanyin ignored him all the time, and walked without any purpose, just following the crowd.

Suddenly, a gong sounded in his ears.

"Let's start!"

(End of this chapter)