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Chapter 365 Brownsmith Two Skins
The stage of "Juejuezi's House" is similar to the makeshift troupe performing opera in the countryside. It has almost no lighting or props. It is just a wooden stage in the main hall. The surrounding walls are leaky, and the wooden boards creak from time to time.

It's not much better than the open-air stage in No Man's Land, but they don't perform there in the middle of winter.

Of course, watching the show there is not free, and there is no fruit plate.

As for whether the play is good or bad?
That's definitely not good.

Now Zhao Sanyuan was playing the sanxian on the stage, singing some folk tunes from his hometown, similar to driving my black Jetta to the bar in the future.

There's no way. None of my brothers can sing opera. We know a lot of magical tunes, but we can't just come up and teach them military tactics, right?
The audience in the audience was not stupid either. They were able to sit still at first because of the free fruit plates. But there were only so many fruit plates, and who would be willing to waste time here after finishing the free fruit plates?
Soon, the spectators, having eaten and drunk their fill, got up and left.

hey~
Zhao Sanyuan saw it out of the corner of his eye and smiled wickedly.

How did you say that?

What is the most expensive thing in the world? Free is the most expensive.

You've eaten my fruit plate and you still want to leave?

After seeing Lao Liu’s porridge restaurant, I learned a trick.

When the first group of spectators stood up and walked out, they saw a young man leaning against the gate, happily playing with a dagger. Behind him was a group of men, and it was obvious that they were not good people.

Zhang Xiaogou pouted, signaling the spectators who were leaving to sit back down. The latter dared not say anything more, and quickly returned to their seats with their tails between their legs, trembling with fear and wondering why they were not allowed to leave. I heard that there are always fools who are sold to the West to mine without knowing why.
Mining is certainly not necessary, but Liu Mangfan's small Feng Shui of Guigeshanhai Town needs Yang energy to be alive, the more the better, otherwise it will backfire.

For example, all the column eyes in the museum are based on the arrangement of stars, covering 390 purple, which is the great use of the craftsman. The white is taken according to the size, and it is done properly. However, it is not in accordance with the heavenly stars, but in accordance with the three evil stars of the heaven. The ones that should be avoided, such as heavenly plague, heavenly thief, death, transfer, desolation, hidden break, etc., Liu Mangfan does not use them at all.

Just think about it and you will know how much backlash the planner will suffer if he does this, so he also needs to harmonize the vital energy and yang energy, and these spectators are the best tools. According to estimates, at most they will have diarrhea for a few days afterwards, and there will not be many sequelae.

After all, you can't eat the fruit plate for free.

Back to Zhao Sanyuan on the stage. He performed all the ditty rhymes he had learned in the past twenty years, but it was still a drop in the bucket.

Helplessly, he turned around and signaled to Lao Kang and Xiucai.

"Cough-cough-"

Kang Muang bowed and walked up to the stage with a smile on his face. The scholar behind him moved a small wooden table and followed closely behind him.

"As the saying goes, nine days of mist and clouds cover the curtain, and green branches and red colors fill the starry sky. This crosstalk is most about spells and seals, isn't it! It's most about talking, learning, amusing and singing!"

Lu Xiucai, who was supporting the actor, secretly wiped his cold sweat.

Think about it, Brother Kang, if you open a class, these people who are watching the show will be lucky. We can't let people get good things for free. If you want to teach, you have to teach my little brother first, okay?

It's called crosstalk, but in fact it's just two people singing and talking nonsense about all sorts of things.

Not funny at all.
But the audience in the audience couldn't help laughing, because at this time, there was a gangster sitting next to almost every spectator, eating melon seeds.

at the same time.

On the high pavilion of Su Luo Garden.

Nalan Rongcuo was able to keep his composure. Even though he realized that his own small Feng Shui was slowly becoming entangled with the opposite side's small Feng Shui, he still did not act rashly.

However, the helpers he hired, such as the flashy old lady, did not have much patience.

"What are you waiting for? Isn't it enough to just get rid of those little brats? No matter what they are up to, just get rid of them as soon as possible."

After saying that, she put the large basket behind her in front of her and took out a few things from it.

Straw, palm hair, palm leaves, twine.
Judging from these things, this person should be an old brownsmith.

But what was taken out afterwards was even more terrifying.

Crow blood, fetal hair, gold foil, rabbit skin, sea bleach
The old lady sat on the ground and began to weave something purely by hand, and then burned it.

"call--"

With a light breath, the ashes floated out of the high pavilion, as if flying with the wind towards the gate of Juejuezi's house.

During the whole process, Nalan Rongcuo did not stop it.

It might be a good idea to give it a try and see what's going on inside.

The blind Taoist priest next to him frowned slightly.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

The ashes from the burnt fire are certainly important, but what is more important is the breath that this old woman blows!
As the breath floated, it turned into a giant, narrow little ghost wearing a straw raincoat.

After being wrapped in the ashes, the little ghost grew bigger and bigger. It strode into the main gate, just like its master, with an extremely arrogant attitude.

Until you cross the threshold
An unparalleled penetrating force came from the front.

The little kid didn't even have time to dodge and was hit directly.

By the time he reacted, a big hole had been pierced in his abdomen and ashes were falling off.

The old lady who was performing the spell almost fainted.

"Sui Po Chuan Shan Sha!"

The so-called "Chuanshansha" is a small Feng Shui pattern. Sui Po is the direction of the Tai Sui that year, which is a great evil god. If it happens when logging, the consequences will be disastrous.

Therefore, the situation is too dangerous, not only for the owner, but also for all kinds of evil spirits.

Let me put it this way, when the landowners come, you have to climb over the wall and try to hide as much as possible.

“Definitely intentional!!!”

The old lady was so angry that her teeth were itching. She was probably used to being arrogant, and she couldn't accept the sudden loss, both in terms of face and money.

It's easy to understand the need to save face. After being arrogant for most of his life, he was cheated without knowing it. It's normal for him to feel embarrassed.

The reason is actually easy to understand.

Under her wide outer robe was a big belly that had been there for sixty or seventy years.

It's certainly not a pleasant feeling to have your own child being disciplined.

So which is more important, face or substance?

Of course face is important!
The old lady continued to drive the little ghost forward and would never give up.

"Jia Ji Zi Wu Jiu, Yi Geng Chou Wei Ba!"

"Bing, Xin, Yin, Shen, seven, Ding, Ren, Mao, You, six!"

After the operation, the little ghost's abdomen, which was pierced by the mountain-piercing killer, gradually healed, but it was only a temporary solution and not a cure.

Then please invite the guests to continue entering.

After passing Chuanshansha, there are two wooden tablets on the left and right sides of the Shenyou position.

Before the little ghost could see the appearance clearly, he heard the roar of dragons and tigers, which made him lose consciousness for a moment. At this moment, he suddenly felt a flash of light.

Then he felt the world spinning and the little ghost saw his headless body.

"Dragon-Tiger Knife Kill!"

The so-called "knife and anvil" are Hai Zi in spring, Yin Mao in summer, Si Wu in autumn, and Shen You in winter, while the dragon and tiger killing is another situation.

The combination of the two has a miraculous effect.

Old Liu on the Sitian Terrace was grilling skewers while slowly swinging the compass.

"You're pretty tough. You didn't get killed in two levels in a row. Luckily, my Ghost Across the Mountains and Seas Town has set up 7749 levels."

If the other party heard this, I wonder what expression he would have. Ghosts are separated from ghosts, so evil spirits naturally cannot get in.

Why can I get in?

You have to ask Brother Liu.

Next, the little ghost experienced the four waste kills, the single fire kill, and the wooden horse kill.
Until the Nine Earth Ghost Killings, nine "big brothers" appeared and warmly entertained the little ghost who was already riddled with holes, blocking him in the corner and kicking him in circles.

The poor little kid had finally put his head back together, but it was pulled off and kicked away again.

It's not that it's a loser, but Liu Mangfan deliberately let the Yin Sui in but did not remove the restrictions on the Yin Sui, so it basically couldn't use its abilities and could only passively take the beating. It was much worse off than Sanyuan and Xiucai before.

The old lady opposite was rolling on the ground.

At this point, it was too late for her to withdraw the law. This might be another manifestation of the bond between mother and child.

Fortunately, there is fatherly love as strong as a mountain.

Seeing that something was not right, the cross-eyed old man hurriedly took something out of his basket.

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It's an old skin.

It is impossible to tell from the surface what it was peeled off from.

"Bah!"

"The first day of the year is the day of the zodiac, the third day is the day of the dog, the fourth day is the day of the tiger, the fifth day is the day of the rabbit, and the sixth day is the day of the rat!"

"Seventh Rooster, Eighth Horse, Nineth Tiger, Tenth Pig, Winter Monkey, La Snake Head!"

The cross-eyed old man swung his old skin around his wife in circles. After about half a cup of tea, the old lady's moans of pain gradually subsided.

Nalan Rongcuo did not make any statement from beginning to end, and the blind Taoist priest just watched the situation.

Shooting the first bird.

You've lived to this age and still don't know that there are always people better than you?
What's wrong with being young? How many talented players have been defeated by young people because of their overconfidence.

But then again, Yan Wu and Huang Xia have been famous for a long time. One is a leatherworker and the other is a palm craftsman. They are definitely very skilled. They have been domineering in the local area for decades. It is said that they are also guests of honor of some warlords and mountain kings.

This shows that the young people who have not been seen yet are even more extraordinary.

Well, you have to be careful.

"Skin him! I'm going to skin him!"

After Huang Xia recovered, he was furious. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to go over and show it to the others himself.

"Well, I didn't pull it back. If it's gone, it's gone. Anyway, you still have a lot in your belly."

"Bullshit! Do I feel sorry for it? I just can't get over this!"

Nalan Rongcuo ignored the old couple's bickering.

Although he did not perform the spell himself to test it, he had already seen the general situation by taking advantage of the opportunity of Huang Xia taking the lead.

Ghost separated!

It turned out to be a ghost!

Based on this, Shanhai Town was set up, in which there were at least seventy-seven and forty-nine kills!

Immortals and spirits are not allowed to enter on your side, and the same is true for the other side. The little devil who let the yellow shrimp in is obviously doing it on purpose to tease you, just like how I deliberately provoked Zhao Sanyuan and Lu Xiucai before.

If I had known this, I should have tried every possible way to stop them from building the museum.

But who could have imagined in advance that there was such a master setting up the trap on the other side?
It's too late to say anything now.

Gui Ge and the Godhead are of the same origin. If the two exist at the same time, not only will there be no situation of two tigers fighting each other, but they will only be offset by the great feng shui of this place.

"Come here, go dig two pounds of silt from under the north corner wall, then go to the river to catch a crucian carp with fish roe on its belly and bring it to me."

Nalan Rongcuo understood that if possible, they should avoid contact as much as possible, as both sides were wary of each other's little feng shui.

If you want to break the impasse, the best way is to seek help from external forces, otherwise dragging it on will only lead to mutual destruction.

Old Liu, who was eating skewers, noticed out of the corner of his eye that the compass needle suddenly pointed towards Jia Shisan. He immediately turned around, took out a few rattan sticks, weaved them into a small bed as quickly as possible and threw it towards the direction of Shen.

Shen was restless in bed and sneaked into the room!
"Do you really think I'm a fake? You have a plan but I have a way to get over it, and you still want to mess up my feng shui?"

On the other side, the crucian carp in front of Nalan Rongcuo had two black bellies on its body, and the fish eggs flowed out smoothly.

But just as Liu Mangfan responded, the fish eggs shrank instantly.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Nalan Rongcuo did not give up.

He held a big rooster and stepped on the steps continuously until he reached the You position, cut off the rooster's head, and smeared the blood on the wooden pillar at the You position.

If you don't kill the chicken in the year of You, it will be difficult to keep it alive!

Almost at the same time, Liu Mangfan responded quickly. He pulled out the dog leg that he had prepared in advance and pointed his sword into the air.

What was drawn was not a talisman or spell, but two knives.

"The Divine and Ghostly Mountain-Splitting Knife!"

"Kill people and set fires to be heroic!"

"Five people in his family died in one year!"

"You will inevitably be thrown under the knife in autumn!"

After cursing, he threw the dog leg down.

If Xu doesn't kill the dog, he will make trouble and go to bed!
In this way, the two sides fought back and forth, without any swords, sabers, or talismans flying around, but they were fighting with great pleasure.

Such a conflict of feng shui is no less thrilling than fighting for life.

Both sides use themselves as the center of the formation. Each small feng shui situation is like the three armies fighting each other. Whoever is wiped out first will be doomed.

From the hour of Chen to the hour of Wei, no one would admit defeat and neither would give in.

The performances on the stage changed one after another.

In the end, Zhao Sanyuan forced him to start singing divine tune.

But this is also his comfort zone, and he is quite comfortable with it.

The spectators in the main hall had no idea that they were passively involved in a fierce fight. The more sensitive ones could only feel their stomachs growling and wondered if the fruit plate was not fresh.
After listening to the Bangbing Jue, some people started to feel it. The more they listened, the more they were addicted to it. They didn’t know whether they liked to listen to it or whether they had some kind of destiny.

It was finally the end of the You hour when the sun was setting in the west.

Nalan Rongcuo completely gave up the way of taking shortcuts.

With a grim look in his eyes, he ordered his subordinates to set up a stage in the courtyard for opera performance tonight, and to open the ceremonial gate wide, light ninety-nine red candles and one hundred and eight white candles on both sides, and place willow branches and pure water outside the gate.

When the blind Taoist heard this arrangement, he knew that Nalan Rongcuo didn't want to delay any longer.

The winner will be decided tonight!
But Nalan Rongcuo did not go to arrange it himself, but came to a stump tree, where a little old man was sitting and adjusting the strings of his erhu.

Although he was not very polite to Huang Xia and others, he was particularly respectful to the old man in front of him.

Qi Sihai!
(End of this chapter)