Magic Doctor Is A War God

Dong Xianwen is seventy-eight years old. He has silver hair, deep eyes, uneven skin on his face, and wears a pair of old-fashioned high myopia glasses. He always has a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

There are only a few people around. They are all researchers who work together with Professor Dong and accompany him to watch a drama every week.

Dong Xianwen likes the actors of this drama club very much. He thinks they are very real and less boastful.

"Nowadays, most of the actors don't study their acting skills and do something devious. These people on stage are different. I can always see traces of real life in them." Dong Xianwen is very attentive and takes advantage of the actor's break to talk with several students.

"The teacher is right. I also like the way they perform. It's very comfortable!"

"It's hard to find such an actor."

"Teacher, it seems that there is a new actor today? Look at that young man who plays the butcher. He's doing very well. "

The reason why Dong Xianwen expressed his emotion is that he saw the butcher's performance on the stage and played a role that was supposed to be vicious. It was not only the butcher's cruelty and blood, but also the care and compassion of ordinary citizens.

"It's wonderful!"

The performance on the stage suddenly changed. The butcher killed half of her life, but when her life was very difficult, she decided to let go of a pregnant doe.

His struggle and pity, let a few people to see the great joy.

"This is the movie king!"

"That's right. What do you see in TV plays now? I think this kid can be hot! "

"It's hard to find even in the bones of those old dramas to make a little character so real."

At the end of the performance, everyone, including Dong Xianwen, applauded warmly.

Even if there were only five or six people in the audience, the applause was still loud and lasting.

WOW!

Dong Xianwen stood up decisively, walked out of his seat and quickly walked to the stage.

The six actors on the stage are all very excited, quite at a loss. The only one who is still like a mountain and has calm eyes is the butcher.

"Who is he?" Dong Xianwen said to the curator running out from behind the stage, pointing to the butcher.

"Ah? He -- "the curator thought that Dong Xianwen had found something wrong and quickly explained," Professor Dong, Xiao Li is ill today, so I'll find someone to support him temporarily. I know that he failed. Don't worry, I will definitely deduct his salary and let him go immediately. "

"What are you still standing for? Let's go The curator angrily pointed to the butcher and yelled, "I said, if you mess up, you won't have a cent."

"Wait a minute!" Dong Xianwen suddenly gave a cold drink, "what are you doing? Who told you to drive him away? I want you to double him - no! Three times the salary, and don't let me know if he doesn't perform in the future.

"What?" The curator was stunned.

At this time, the butcher came out slowly and took off his make-up. It was Lin Xiao who said to Dong Xianwen, "Professor Dong, it's not easy to see you."

"Well, you know me?" Dong Xianwen looks happy. He especially likes to make friends with good performers. He can't wait to climb onto the stage and walk up to Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao said with a smile: "well, I went to ask you yesterday, but I was rejected by you."

"Ah?" Dong Xianwen immediately thought of it, immediately regretted beating his chest and feet, and cried, "I knew it was you, sir. Anyway, I'll see you."

"Ha ha -" after knowing that Dong Xianwen loved drama, Lin Xiao came up with such an idea, which moved him through real performance.

"Go, go." Dong Xianwen, regardless of his identity and image, pulls Lin Xiao out. "I think there is still a lot of room for the development of the" butcher "in this play. We can discuss it."

"Good!" Lin Xiao couldn't ask for it.

The young and the old spent an afternoon in the nearby cafe, talking about a lot of topics, and let Lin Xiao know a lot about the ancient times.

"I can take you to see the legend of Jiuhe in huangquan, but the ancient books must not be taken away."

"Don't worry, Professor Dong. I just want to know about it. I don't have any other thoughts."

Dong Xianwen believed Lin Xiao's words. That night, he used his authority to help Lin Xiao take out a dark yellow cowhide file from the secret vault of Zhennan library.

Lin Xiao can't wait to open the first side.

About the nine rivers of the yellow spring, it is a vast and incomparable power.

It is said that led by nine earth shaking figures, there are nine invincible teams, which once belonged to the most powerful tribe in ancient times.

And these nine people once served a Lord. It's rumored that their master was once the top strong man in the mainland, the king of heavenly evil.

Like the nine mainland law enforcement teams, the nine teams of Jiuhe in huangquan are running around all the year round, suppressing all the demons on the mainland and holding the sword of peace. They can be called the king of the world.With the birth of exorcism, the exorcism clan suffered a huge blow, and Jiuhe of huangquan also suffered a serious blow and impact. The two sides fought for thousands of years, and finally ushered in the amazing battle between the exorcism king and the exorcism king.

The essence of power that broke out in that war almost surpassed the supreme peak and reached some unimaginable transcendence.

After the war, the two kings both disappeared, and the morale of the two ethnic groups was even more affected. Pushed by some people who wanted to do something, their influence was not as strong as before, and they were gradually forced to hibernate on the mainland.

The nine teams of Jiuhe in huangquan also broke up one after another and worked independently. Since then, they have never regained the glory of their heyday.

The surnames of the leaders of the nine teams were also recorded. When Lin Xiao saw it, he couldn't help taking a breath.

Qu, Mo, Hong, Hua, Niu, ye, Hong, Geng and Chen.

Yumianlongqu has no righteousness, qianjue blade has no iron heart, angry Wang Honggang, scholar Huafeng, wushenniu Buqiu, little gambler ye Luochen, laughing at military strategist Geng shaocong.

"There's another one - is it Chen Feng, the wine devil general?"

Lin Xiao was startled. Could it be God's will? Everything is arranged?

Most of the whole ancient books about the legend of nine rivers in huangquan are stories about nine troops fighting in the world.

For example, the cattle family is mainly ferocious, and the flesh and blood power is very strong. The adult cattle family cooperates with the corresponding mental skills, so it's no problem to tear the monster by hand.

In addition, the Mo family's God killers are born with a heart of killing people. Especially after they entered a certain crazy state, their fighting power soared. They met gods and killed Buddhas when they met Buddhas.

Perhaps the most mysterious is the Qu family, just a few words, but the identity of Qu Wuyi is raised very high. No matter in any aspect, they are the first of the nine teams.

In addition, there are also Chinese families. From generation to generation, all of them are from universities. They are full of poems and books. Every Chinese family is a literary minister who can stabilize the country.

It's a pity that the Huafeng generation seems to be in decline. They even go to the construction site to move bricks, which makes people laugh and cry.

After Lin Xiao watched it, he could not calm down for a long time. It turned out that the tianxie people in ancient times had such a glorious history.

No wonder everyone who knows the legend of tianxie always looks surprised and afraid.