After watching one sideshow, Lin Xiaolu was still unsatisfied and wanted to wait for the second show, but what made him helpless was...the girls were back.
"Lu Zaizi, do you think my hair flower looks good? Lady Yu helped me pick it."
"Lin Xiaolu! Come here and take a look at my new hairpin."
"Wugou, come here and praise this Taoist Priest's new robe. Tell me! Is this Taoist Priest your little sweetheart?"
Looking at the scene in front of them that looked like a group of demons dancing wildly, Lin Xiaolu and Wu Gu suddenly felt that they were not well. They were in a crazy mess on the streets where people were coming and going.
There was nothing to do in the afternoon, so several girls came to a theater to listen to a play, carrying large and small bags of clothes and jewelry.
Lin Xiaolu and others still like opera very much. They lie down comfortably on the chairs in the private room on the second floor, drink the prepared tea, eat fruits and snacks, and then overlook the stage on the first floor through the window. The beautiful lady in blue is babbling and singing little songs, but life is just like this.
"Lin Xiaolu, are you okay?"
"Don't move, it will be fine soon."
By the window filled with fruits and snacks, Lin Xiaolu held a fine pen and carefully put makeup on Shangguan Hamiguo while listening to the opera in his ears. He tried his best to suppress laughter throughout the process. Next to him, Shangguan Pomegranate, Zhao Mumu, and Wu Guo also Trying to look normal.
Shangguan Hami Melon is still very cute, especially when Lin Xiaolu holds her soft chin with one hand and pinches her cheeks until she pouts slightly, she looks like a large porcelain doll.
Finally, he put a little cinnabar on Shangguan Hamigua's eyebrows, and Lin Xiaolu immediately put down his fine brush.
"Okay, it's done. Cantaloupe, you are so beautiful now that you hardly look like a human being."
Seeing the cantaloupe being painted by Lin Xiaolu like a good-for-profit boy, several people around him couldn't stand it any longer, and they all tried their best to hold back their laughter.
The two big cheeks, the double bun tied with a red rope, and the dot of red cinnabar between the brows are really festive.
"Really good-looking? Let me take a look in the mirror."
"No." Lin Xiaolu pressed Shangguan's hand on the cantaloupe ring and said very seriously:
"You still can't trust me, your husband?"
Shangguan Hamigua glanced at Lin Xiaolu suspiciously, then shook his head decisively.
"I can't believe it, you're a bad guy." After saying that, she took out the mirror and saw her little painted face that was trying to attract wealth.
After a few breaths~
"Lin Xiaolu! You did it on purpose!"
"Halmi melon, please don't get excited. Let me explain. Looking at you like this is very lucky. This is a sign of prosperity."
"I wish your second uncle and grandma! Demon King Tietou Kung!"
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the wooden railing of the wing room on the second floor was completely shattered. Lin Xiaolu's body flew out of the balcony mixed with a lot of sawdust, and then fell onto the stage with a "Boom!", knocking out all the people who were singing. Kakuzu was stunned on the spot.
Both the spectators and the audience in the theater, as well as all the actors on the stage, were startled by this sudden scene. They all looked blankly at the young Taoist priest who suddenly fell from the sky and hit his head on the ground.
What's going on?
On the embarrassing stage, Lin Xiaolu jumped up from the debris on the ground like a carp, and then smoothed his hair in a cool way.
"When you marry a wife, you should marry a cantaloupe, and fight and laugh every day."
As if nothing embarrassing had happened, he raised his hands and clasped his fists at the bewildered actors in front of him.
"My wife is a bit cruel. I'm really sorry. I'll ask my wife to compensate you later."
As he said that, he was about to turn around and leave. After all, there were so many people watching on and off the stage. He had indeed disturbed others, which was not good. But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly froze in place.
On the stage, Lin Xiaolu stood motionless. Seeing this, the theater fans under the stage started spitting out melon seed shells and making complaints.
"Brother, please go down quickly and don't disturb us while we listen to the show."
"What's going on here? Are you here to cause trouble?"
"Hurry up, I know how to do some boxing and kicking, so it won't hurt if you fall, right? Ask us how many gentlemen here know kung fu, so get down quickly."
The theatergoers in the audience didn't know who Lin Xiaolu was. Seeing him causing trouble, they immediately complained one after another. In the wing room on the second floor, Shangguan Shiliu was also a little confused after seeing this scene.
"What's wrong with Luzai? Why are you standing there motionless?"
"Hmph, I guess he was knocked stupid by me. It's just the right moment to be stupid. You can bully him however you want in the future."
Shangguan Hamigua, who was wiping his face vigorously, complained, and then craned his neck to look around uneasily.
At the damaged wall, several people looked curiously, and Lin Xiaolu, who was on the stage on the first floor at the moment, had also turned around, and his eyes fell on Qing Yi's face behind him.
Qing Yi squeezed Su Ling with her hands, her eyes slightly lowered.
"Master Taoist, please go down quickly. The guests all paid for their seats with real money. I'm afraid they won't be happy if we delay like this."
Looking at Tsing Yi in front of him who was wearing a silver hairpin and green robe, a gentle face and light makeup, Lin Xiaolu simply forgot to blink and stared at her without blinking.
"Taoist Priest, please go upstairs to listen to the show." Qing Yi was a little embarrassed by Lin Xiaolu's stare. His face lowered a bit and he urged again. His tone was not as gentle as before. It was obvious that he was being held back for a long time. Lin Xiaolu was so angry.
"What's your name?" Lin Xiaolu suddenly asked in a daze.
"Hey, sir, what's going on with you? Let's go upstairs first." The other people singing on the side couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing that Lin Xiaolu not only refused to leave, but also asked the name of his class leader in public, they immediately regarded him as a rogue.
"This guest officer advises you not to cause trouble here. Many of our martial arts students in Xiangzilou are middle-level warriors. Seeing as you are a monk, why are you like other scoundrels? Get out of here!"
Seeing people on stage and off stage urging impatiently, and the Qing Yi in front of him showing a hint of displeasure in his eyes, Lin Xiaolu, who was completely lost, finally came to his senses, clasped his fists again, and smiled kindly at him:
"Excuse me, girl."
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After leaving the stage and returning to the wing, the group of people looked at him curiously as soon as he entered.
"Lu Zaizi, what happened to you just now?"
"Haha~ I'm probably attracted by how pretty the little Qingyi looks. Lin Xiaolu, I guarantee you, you'll be dead if you take just one look at her."
"Donor Xiaolu, does he know the female benefactor who is singing in the audience?"
In the side room, Lin Xiaolu, who was being questioned by everyone, had an expressionless face. He seemed to have not recovered yet, and his expression looked very strange.
Upon seeing this, Shangguan Hamigua stopped mocking him and frowned: "Oh, please speak quickly, I'm so worried. What did you see?"
Lin Xiaolu sat down at the table, unscrewed the gourd and took a sip of strong wine, then took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a strange light.
"The Qingyi singer on the stage is the reincarnation of Aning."
