Xie pity never imagined that someone would actually hand him the glass.

Blame him for reacting too quickly, picking up without thinking, and picking up. However, looking at the person who handed the wine, the other party is also squatting - actually it is Mingyi.

It turned out that Fang Cai's wine glass was passed to Shi Qingxuan's hand, and Shi Qingxuan was deliberately handed to Mingyi for fun. And Mingyi boring his head to drink and eat, if he doesn't look at it, he will spread it by hand. After passing it, he will react to what happened, and it is speechless. At the same time, the thunder also stopped abruptly, leaving only two people face each other.

Although it was thanks to the wine glasses, everyones eyes were on the wind and the feelings. It is not difficult to understand the reason. Xie Pian has been silent for more than 800 years. Eight hundred years ago, there were naturally many books about his beauty, but it has been lost since now, and no one is going to be today. This day, he specially performed for him. Therefore, if you are looking for a play with the character "Xianle Prince", then there is only a drama with a wind letter or a passion.

Because folk dramas occasionally use the pity for the two gods to compose stories, usually let him be a foil, run a dragon, and even more to make the play more exciting, directly Thanks for changing into a traitor, and arranging some paragraphs such as bullying, ignorance, or love. If you really played this kind of drama in the Mid-Autumn Festival, no matter the protagonists of the story are not happy, anyway, the rest of the visitors will be happy. Thanks to the small jade cup, a priest has already rushed: "His Royal Highness, come and come, do it!"

There were a few more reminders, and Feng Xin said far away: "The Prince of God cannot drink alcohol."

Everyone said: "It's just a cup! It's fine."

Jun Wu has always had a hand, and he did not speak a word. At this time, he got up slightly and seemed to speak. Shi Qingxuan also asked at the side: "You can't do it? If you can't do it, I will help you out 100,000 curtains."

"..." Xie pity that he really spit out 100,000 merits, even if it is bold, it is not such a bold method, and he has seen it no matter what the drama, nothing to pay attention to, busy, "do not need, a cup It should be no problem." After that, he drank the wine.

Joan brewed into the throat, and the place where it slipped was cool and hot, and the pity was a little dizzy, but it took a moment to smother it. The curtains on the four sides of the small building slowly pulled up, and everyone shifted their gaze and prepared to concentrate on watching the drama.

At first glance, I saw that there were two people standing on the stage. A person in white, if the face is covered with powder, covered with dust, and carrying a fight, it is definitely a pity; another person is red, black hair is lacquered, handsome and smart, looking forward to God, a long snake in the hand, was "Thank pity" snatched, the red man immediately took the snake's hand and took it away, holding the hand of "thank you" will not let go. That look is really like his heart has been poked a knife.

This time, the priests who are waiting to watch the show are all stunned. Of course, it is also embarrassing to pity yourself. At this time, Jun Wu, the first banquet, smiled and said: "What is this book? How has it never been seen?"

Lingwen immediately asked people to check, and said: "This play seems to be called "Half Moon National Travel Notes", which is newly edited, so I have never seen it before, and it is the first time to perform in the world tonight."

Shi Qingxuan said to him: "It was the last half-month of the merchants in the country who went back and found someone to write it. The provincial merits, no need to pull the curtain."

Thank you for your pity. The world can only know the things of the half-moon country, only the merchants. He remembers that there is a natural boy in the caravan who really said that he would like to thank him or to worship him. If this is a play, it is born with money. Please write? However, he did not tell his own name, a young boy may not be able to do this.

On the other side of the stage, although the gods did not see the imaginary drama, but the play in front of it is of course more exciting. After all, if the rumors are true, then the red man plays, it is the flower city!

There are many people in the world of blood and rain. However, it is often the case that "the red-winged ghosts burned thirty-three temples and burned out the heavens and farts and did not dare to put them." "Blood rain and flowers, the forehand, the backhand, one hand, the martial arts god", which made the heavenly people watch the silent tears. The code, I dont know what this book will be written like? Anyway, the protagonist is thankful. For this, everyone always has a sense of incompatibility, and did not put him into the scope of the "self" of the heavens, so it is no problem to look at it. Moreover, this stage of the play is exquisite, well-made, and the people in the play are very good at it, and they are simply conscience. Therefore, its hard to be addicted to the bottom of the heart.

"Really? Edit it, where is the flower city talking to people like this!"

"Nonsense, just nonsense!"

"What kind of drama did the flower city make? Wake up! Its not the wind and moon, this is really dare to edit!"

After all, it was specially written for him, and Xie Pity also looked at it seriously. Frankly, this is a good show. Its good to play, play, but he, as a person to be played, has a small opinion: the two protagonists seem to be too intimate.

Playing his own, his skills are very good, but he always shouts "Sanlang", although the tone is not so ups and downs, but the feelings of the pity are like "the wind maiden" shouting "the Navy master" "Lang Jun" and "Fo Jun" are even more difficult to sit on. Moreover, the small movements seem to be too many points, hook hooks, shoulders, and hugs, always feel that it is not appropriate.

However, if you think about it, he shouted Huacheng. It was indeed so shouting. These actions did seem to have been done. At that time, I felt that there was nothing wrong with it. Now, I should reason that I should feel that there is nothing wrong with it. Again, other priests, although they were talking nonsense, they still looked at it with gusto, and they kept their eyes on it, and they had to shut up. Looking at it, suddenly, the teacher did not cross the road: "What are the two little sisters behind?"

When you heard the word "small shackles", the wind and the feelings were not easily noticeable.

Lingwen said: "That is not two small sisters. It should be the two small military officers of the Heavenly Court. At the beginning, they had been recruited from Nanyang Temple and Xuanzhen Temple to give imperial relief to Prince Edward."

Nanyang Hall and Xuanzhen Hall actually have people who give thanks and help. This is really an anecdote. It sounds like a derogatory and reluctant rejection of the beautiful woman who sent him a gift. Its incredible, and the gods are looking forward to it. past. Lingwen added another sentence: "They volunteered to go."

Thanks and smiled, said: "Forgot to ask, is the south wind and the swaying them okay? Why didn't you see them out today?"

Wind channel: "Souther wind... in..."

The feelings of faintness are faint: "The swaying is closed."

The wind letter immediately said: "The south wind is also closed."

Thanks for the "oh", said: "Is both closed? It's a shame."

Between the talks, the play ended wonderfully. Although it was unanimously considered to be the meaning of ignorant believers, but because of the intention, the flower garden was really enjoyable, and it was a lot of applause. However, it is because the half moon is exiled. After everyone has had enough addiction, it is necessary to pay attention to it. There is no crossing in the division: "General General, what happened to your family?"

He sipped himself and shook his head. "What else? If you don't put your heart on the heart, I can't manage him."

Here, Shi Qingxuan can't listen, and said: "So, in the eyes of the general, what is the heart of the matter? The future of your little sister is the future, isn't it the girl?"

He didn't have a good tone, and the teacher swept over and said: "Qing Xuan is not rude!"

As soon as he reprimanded, Shi Qingxuan bowed his head. When I saw it, I laughed and said: "The brother of the water, your brother is so good, you can manage it. He is now provoked me. If you want to get rid of people in the future, it will not be like me. Look at your face."

The teacher did not cross the fan and continued to teach his younger brother. He said: "Do you hear the words of the general? You have told me how many times you have not become like this. You are going outside and walking around. What do you like, you must use the truth when you go out!"

Although Shi Qingxuan loves women very much, he is very dissatisfied, but still dare not face his brother. Thanks to the pity: "The wind teacher said that he is not afraid of his brother, but it may not be all." Who knows, the teacher has no way to the end: "If you encounter a general who is a strong man and a bad person, what should I do?"

Lingwen haha laughed, and almost squirted another drink, said: "Sister of the water! You can do this again, we can't talk."

After a round of eating, I finally ushered in the final bucketlight section in the intertwined.

In Xianjingli, all the candlelights and the bright light were extinguished, except for the moonlight, which was bleak. At the lakeside banquet, the smoke of the lake is swayed, and through the clear flowing lake, you can see the darkness of the earth below.

The bucket light is the number of blessings of the blessings that are enshrined in the palace of the largest and most famous priest in the Mid-Autumn Festival. As soon as you pray for a long lamp, it is hard to find a long time. The order of the bucket lights is arranged in descending order. When it is the turn of a certain officer, the lamp lamp that his followers will enshrine will float from the bottom to the heavens, illuminate the long dark night, and be very beautiful.

Shenwu Temple is a 961-year-old lantern. The number is nearly one thousand. There is no precedent. The gods think that they will break the thousand next year. However, this is not the point. If the first is always the first, then the first loses its meaning, so everyone has automatically removed the Shenwu Temple in the bucket light.

What makes people laugh is that the bucket lights are on the scene, and the first one is actually the rain guard. When thanking you for seeing a small bright light slowly and swaying up into the sky, and then hearing "Yu Shi Dian, a sigh!", I doubt that I was actually drunk and still awake, no matter how Not only a glimpse. In order to confirm that he was not drunk, he asked the teacher Qing Xuan: "Is there any error?"

Shi Qingxuan: "No. Its really a glimpse. Its the same thing, or the cows in the home of Yushis family are trying to support themselves.

For yourself, this kind of behavior is really kind. Thanks for thinking, the rain guard is raining, so it is also the **** of the farmer, guessing: "Is it because the rainmen are adults and many farmers, so they are not enshrined?"

Shi Qingxuan said: "Your Highness, what misunderstandings do you have for the peasants? Many peasants are very rich? Actually, because the rain sages have said that it is better to have money for the light, so the believers have always provided It is fresh fruits and vegetables."

After listening to this, Xie Li is really envious, thinking: "There are such beautiful things."

However, Shi Qingxuan said again: "Then the rain master said that he should not waste, so the general offerings for two days will be taken back to eat."

"..."

The front is sparsely pulled, all of them are small priests. The length of the lanterns varies from a few to a few dozen. Everyone has no interest. However, the more the light shines every time the lamp is raised, the more focused everyone is. If it is not a special sacred official, you can see the number at a glance, and the array of lights will fly together and there will be a lot of flaws. Xie Li is not clear, so no evaluation is published. Concentrate on the beauty of the dark nights, and listen to other people's analysis of the current situation of the bucket lights. Although he feels that this kind of thing has nothing to analyze. After about two musks, the finale finally came. Mid-Autumn Festival banquet lights, began the last ten armor fight.

The last one of the Tenth, Xie Li heard the news official sings: "Qiying Temple, four hundred and twenty-one!"

Quan Yizhen has already left the game, and the sounds of other priests who hear this number will not be disguised. The Western martial art is still young, but the momentum is extremely fierce. With the same priests as his qualifications, there are two hundred chandeliers that have been counted a lot. He has turned over many times and has a long time to rise. The long light is slightly less than him, so it is worth it. But thankful, I feel that this boy is not very good in the heavens, because except for himself and Shi Qingxuan, there is almost nothing to be really amazed about this.

Next, the division of the division, four hundred and forty-four. In addition to drinking two more soups, Mingyi did not have any other indications. Shi Qingxuan was more excited than him, and his voice was "lower and lower." Since everyone is not very familiar with the geographers, and they clap their hands in a charter, it is a congratulation. Then it was the turn of the teacher Qing Xuan himself, the Wind Master Hall, five hundred and twenty-three.

Its easy to see a person who is unpopular. After the number of the Changming Lanterns in the Windshield Hall was reported, Shi Qingxuan had not spoken yet, and the applause on the banquet suddenly rose. All the places were Congratulations and Congratulations and Deserved Names. Shi Qingxuan was very proud, got up and shook hands everywhere, and said nothing to the teacher: "Brother, I am eighth this year!"

He was like a cousin who boasted to ask his aunt to ask for a reward. He looked at Ren Jun and refused. The teacher did not cross but replied: "It is only the eighth, what is so happy!"

His words are actually very arrogant. Which of the whole heavens is a leisurely generation? Five hundred long lanterns, ranking eighth, were said to be "except" in his mouth. Isnt the gods behind the eighth one even "only"? He is not ignorant of this, but he just wants to say this because he is not afraid. Shi Qing Xuan smashed his face, and the teacher did not shake his fan. He also said it was difficult: "However, the lights are more than last year, and the next year must be more."

Hearing the words, Shi Qingxuan smiled with his long arm. In the whole banquet, only Mingyi had a face indifferently eating and not giving him a cheer, so Shi Qingxuan took him twice and asked him to congratulate him. Mingyi didn't want to care about him. He continued to concentrate on eating. Shi Qingxuan was furious and asked him to applaud himself. He thanked him for being laughed at the side, not to mention it.

Next, the Temple of the Spirit, five hundred and thirty-six.

In the spirit of the gods, the spirit is the winner, but there is not much literary support, but mainly the martial arts are very good face. Thanks for the fare, he congratulated him. He heard the teacher Wudu and screamed that he had a feast for the banquet. At that time, he heard a sacred official, and the spiritual believers were nothing more than the male and the spiritual. The current martial arts of the martial arts, the martial arts, the martial arts, the martial arts, the genius, the spirit is the most enthusiasm for the court, the spirit of the heavenly court, and the spirit is said to be sometimes invited to Yunyun, shaking his head, only one thought in mind: the goddess official is not easy .

Next, it is the Nanyang Temple and the Xuanzhen Temple, which are five hundred and seventy-two, and five hundred and seventy-three. The feelings of the eyebrows stretched, the winds and letters did not like the anger, and did not seem to care. Thank you for your pity, how can the number just be so close? This is too clever, right? The whispered teacher Qingxuan Fang knows that the two men were similar in origin, their territory was similar, their strengths were similar, and their relationship was not good. Both believers took a breath to win and swear by the number of lanterns in the other palace. They must have more for a trip. Do not seek first, only seek higher than the other. Do your best to get out and have a win-win situation every year. At the last minute of this year, Xuan Zhen Temple finally squeezed out more lights than the Nanyang Hall. It seems to have won a victory and is celebrating. After listening to Xie Pity, I couldnt help but think: "There are a lot of lights on the outside for a fight, and this group of people are not going home for the holidays? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Next, Mingguang Temple, five hundred and eighty.

This number is quite impressive. However, there is no such thing as ambiguity, because compared to last year, Mingguang Temples long-term lanterns have actually been reduced. The deputy **** was a hit, and it was a blow. Nearly a hundred lights were lost this year. If it is not thick, it will be stable, but it will be less. The teacher Wudu and Lingwen did not congratulate him, just patted his shoulder.

At this point, Xie Li found that the number of the gods of these priests was very dense, dozens of dozens, as if they could not open the gap. In other words, everyone is actually half-pounded, and no one is truly absolute. When he just thought about it, he listened to the official news of the newspaper: "The Navy Hall, 718!"

At the banquet, there was a commotion and amazement.

When the gods responded, they began to rush to congratulate. The teacher is only sitting, not getting up, and his expression is not very proud, just a matter of course. I am afraid that for the past few hundred years, the number of the second priest and the lord of the gods of the martial arts has been the most recent. Xie Li was too far away from the first time when he was soaring. At that time, a glimpse of the blessing of the lanterns was harder than the current one. Naturally, it cannot be generalized. However, the so-called "man-made fortune, birds for food and death", people's love for wealth will never be reduced, it is worthy of the **** of wealth!

Shi Qingxuan is more excited than his own seven hundred lights, vigorously clap his hands, and thank you for his gratitude: "My brother! My brother!"

Thanks and smiled: "I know, it is your brother!"

At the banquet, there is still only one person in Mingyi who is struggling to eat. In fact, Xie Pity feels that everyone in his family treats the "banquet" as a feast and takes it seriously. It seems that for many years in the ghost market, its not enough to eat enough tonight, and think of the ghost street street stall. The snacks sold in the house, Xie Pity is also very understandable, can not help but think, will Huacheng usually walk in the streets of ghost cities?

The most exciting mystery has been revealed. Tonight, all the priests have seen the play, and when they say enough, they are satisfied, and they are ready to get up and leave. Who knows, the teacher did not suddenly frown, the fan received, said: "Slow."

Others say that they are slow, probably not so powerful. However, the teacher did not cross this person. It was really like his nickname "Shui Hengtian". It was as if he was used to giving orders. When he opened his mouth, people couldnt help but listen. Everyone sat back and asked, "The Ten Commandments have come out, water. What else is there for the Master?"

Thank you for your pity: "Is it difficult to break the merits?"

The teacher did not cross the fan: "The Tenth is out?"

Everyone didn't know what he meant by asking this sentence. Shi Qingxuan was shocked: "...not right. No, it's not right. The tenth is not out! - Counting the Shenwu Hall, just reported it, only nine!"

The priests were shocked and suddenly said: "Only nine out?"

"Really, I counted, really only nine!"

"There is still a person in front of the Navy Master?"

"What? Who else can I? I am not impressed?"

At this time, in the darkness, suddenly there was a burst of light shining like white.

That light is a light.

If you fish over the rivers, countless lanterns will slowly rise.

They shine in the night, shining, such as floating souls and magnificent dreams, magnificent, illuminating the dark world. Such a spectacle, indescribable, only the coagulation of breathing and the words of the fault.

Xie pity looked at the bright light of the sky, as if suffocating, nothing could be heard, and God for a while. After this moment, he discovered that there is something wrong.

Above the banquet, all the priests' eyes were projected. It turned out that the official officer of the newspaper slammed his hand and pointed at him.

Thanks for your pity, said: "What happened?"

No one answered, thanking me and pointing to myself, saying: "...I?"

Shi Qingxuan on the side shot his shoulder and said: "...Yes. You."

"..."

Thank you for your pity, saying: "What am I? What happened to me?"

The newspaper officer had swallowed his throat in a difficult way and finally spoke again.

As a result, hundreds of priests at the scene heard an incredible trembling voice.

"Thousands of lights, Prince's Temple, three ... three...

"Three thousand!"