Luo nine needles

Chapter 132

Old Madam Bai's eyes widened and she kept saying whoops.

"Oh, my good grandson." She patted Gao Xiaoliu's arm vigorously, "This is really scary, take a look."

Gao Xiaoliu was watching, but not at the swaying golden dragon head high above, but staring hard at the swirling clouds and mist. In the clouds and mist, the woman holding a tall pole was looming. , the smile became more and more weird.

very scary.

But inexplicably familiar.

Amei covered her eyes with her hands, and couldn't help peeking through her fingers. The golden dragon was hard to look at, and the person with the mask holding the pole was also hard to look straight at.

The golden dragon seems to have fallen from the sky, and she is like a fairy who controls the dragon.

It's just that the fairy's clothes are somewhat familiar.

Why do you look a little like Axiu?

"Can you move your own dragon dance?"

Chen Shi, who was squatting on the running water mat and eating and drinking, his eyes lit up.

"Why do you move by yourself?"

The visitor gestured: "It's just a tall pole that props up a dragon's body, which can breathe fire, shake its head, and scream."

Chen Shi held the chicken leg and thought: "Then this person knows a lot."

"Also, this person is really crazy." The visitor said, taking a big sip of the tea on the table, "Guess what she said after winning?"

Chen Shi took a bite out of the chicken leg: "Tell me, you're all trash, are you going to die?"

The visitor almost choked on a sip of tea, coughed repeatedly, and waved his hands: "The madman is still yours, that lady is more polite than you."

But to put it mildly, the meaning is actually the same.

"What did you say?"

Behind the stage, I looked around Jinlong at the excited craftsman, and looked at the woman in front of me in disbelief.

When the woman got off the stage, many craftsmen gathered around. The owner of the golden dragon, the craftsman surnamed Wu and nicknamed Golden Dragon Dance, admitted defeat frankly and expressed his admiration for the woman's skills.

But the woman said a word, making everyone think they heard it wrong.

With a mask on her face, she couldn't see her expression clearly, and her voice was muffled by something.

"If you admit defeat, please leave." She said again, "If you lose, you don't have the right to be here."

They really heard it right, this young lady was chasing someone away.

"Miss, this is not good." Someone said, "Everyone gather."

"Isn't everyone here just to compete for the head?" The smiling face mask interrupted him, "Since the head is selected, the loser will leave, the winner will stay, and the one who stays at the end will naturally be the head."

Her smiling face mask slowly turned, and then her eyes swept over the people present.

"It's the same with the rest of you. I will compete with you. If you lose to me, please leave too."

……

……

As night fell, the people and the members of the Bai family dispersed, but the hall in the front yard was still bustling, even busier than the previous few days.

"That man really said that?"

"It's too crazy."

"It's normal, not all craftsmen are like this, they are all crazy."

"Heh, don't worry this knight, this craftsman will also compare with you, and then we can see which of you is more crazy."

The hall was buzzing, all talking about the same thing.

Not everyone was present when the craftsmen competed. After listening to the description, they were shocked, but they felt that it was normal. Most of the Mo sect were people with unique skills, so they were inevitably arrogant.

"Personality and aloofness are never a problem. Our Mo sect is talented, but the problem is that she is expelling fellow sects." Someone said, smashing the tea bowl in his hand on the table, "This kind of person has such a heart. Xiangli, let alone the head of the sect, the same sect is not worthy."

This statement also attracted a lot of approval, and many people stood up and asked.

"Who is this person, stand up!"

People in the hall looked around.

"You don't need to look for it, you are still competing with others." One person replied.

It's too late to try.

There were murmurs of discussion in the hall again.

"Then she hasn't rested all this time." Someone said.

"Who is to blame? What she said is to compete with other people, whoever loses will leave." Someone pouted, "She dares, don't others dare?"

But no matter how powerful one person is, it is not easy to constantly compete with others.

"Then she is really crazy." The previous person muttered.

The workshop of the Bai family was brightly lit, there were many people standing outside, and there were faint figures inside. After a while, the door opened, and a man came out with a small farming cart, looking at the cart as he walked.

The others hurriedly stopped him, "How is it?"

The man looked at them and said: "It turns out that adding an iron ring can do this. In this case, the farming frame is indeed more labor-saving."

The others let go of their hands. It was obvious that this was an admission of defeat.

The man also came back to his senses and sighed: "I'm really not as good as that." Throwing the small farming cart on the ground, he bowed his hands to everyone and said, "Farewell."

After all, he strode away.

Really want to go, other people have complicated expressions, they can't open their mouths to persuade them, everyone is very proud.

In the deep night, Wei Dong's family sat indoors, concentrating on eating a bowl of noodles.

"Would you like to go to the workshop?" Shopkeeper Lu asked, "Two people lost just now. They already packed their things and left overnight."

Wei Dong's family finished the noodles in one bite: "I won't go."

Leaning on a chair and closing his eyes, Meng Xichang said, "What do you mean?"

"I know how much I weigh. I can't even compare to the Golden Dragon Dance." Wei Dongjia said.

Mentioning the Golden Dragon Dance, Wei Dongjia laughed again.

"This guy should have gone far away now, and I don't know if he found a place to stay in the middle of the night."

Shopkeeper Lu was a little helpless: "You still laugh at others, think about yourself, if you lose, you have to leave."

"So I don't want to go." Wei Dong's family put down the bowls and chopsticks, "I mean to compete for the head, but I don't really want to be the head, I just want to watch here for Qixing. I don't compete, just Never lose, then I don't have to go."

Meng Xi laughed.

This is really a rascal, the shopkeeper Lu also laughed, and said jokingly: "In case someone comes to you."

Before he finished speaking, there was a knocking sound at the door.

"Is Dong Wei's house in Xitang?"

I really found it!

The three people in the room almost all stood up, Wei Dongjia shook the armrest, almost brought over the table, no way, if you don't come, she actually came to the door!
There was a brief silence in the room, and the person outside knocked on the door again to ask.

It's reasonable not to go to someone to compete, but it would be a bit too shameful if someone came to the door to hide. Shopkeeper Lu came back to his senses and hurriedly responded.

"Here we come." He stepped forward to open the door.

The lantern hanging in the yard illuminates the door, and the first thing that comes into view is the smiling mask.

It's okay to see it during the day, but it's a bit scary at first glance at night.

The Nuo dance mask was also identified by the troupe as theirs and was stolen by the girl. The owner of the mask tried to ask for it, but was rejected.

The girl looked fierce and gave the money, so they let it go.

"What's the matter with you, girl?" Shopkeeper Lu asked.

The smiling mask shook the toolbox in his hand: "Come to ask for advice." After saying that, he walked in directly.

Shopkeeper Lu is also not good at pushing and shoving with a girl, so he can only step back and get out of the way.

When shopkeeper Lu saw the people staring at him in the yard, he started talking in a low voice.

"That woman will come to the door—"

"Xitang Old Wei can't escape even if he hides—"

The door was closed by the girl casually, blocking sight and sound from outside.

Shopkeeper Lu turned around and saw that the girl had already stood in front of the table, Dong Wei's face was sullen, and Chief Meng Xi was on guard.

"I can compete with you, but I won't leave if I lose." Dongjia Wei said bluntly.

The smiling mask shook his head: "No, you have to go."

Dongjia Wei raised his eyebrows, and when he wanted to say something, the person in front of him took off his mask, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared under the lamp.

Unfamiliar because I haven't seen you for a long time.

Dong Wei shook the armrest and sat down.

Shopkeeper Lu and Meng Xichang also took a sharp step forward.

"Seven—" they cried out.

Qixing put her finger to her lips and shushed them softly.

(End of this chapter)