"What sad past? Telling it makes me sad!"
Mu Nan joked casually: "I accidentally lost dozens of spiritual stones last month, and I'm still heartbroken!"
"That's sad enough!"
Huang Xiaoshen agreed and nodded repeatedly: "Uncle, I will take you to a good place to keep the sadness away from you!"
"Carnival day?"
What good place could she have?
See the cactus?
Counting ants?
Without having to think hard, Mu Nan could guess it was a carnival day with just his toes.
Huang Xiao said excitedly: "Yes, yes! The sect organizes a carnival for the disciples every month. There is no need for homework or practice, just indulge in it as a mortal."
Mu Nan subconsciously refused:
"Forget it, I still have chores to do, so I won't join in the fun!"
I have just made up my mind to practice hard, so why am I still in the mood to go to the carnival day?
Huang Xiao, who has a childlike nature, grabbed his arm and shook him:
"Uncle, just go. Dozens of us have booked Ting Yuxuan, just waiting for me to take uncle to the banquet. Besides, I boast that Haikou will definitely invite uncle to go."
The little girl boasted a lot, and it was really difficult for her to impress her.
Besides, indulgence in this kind of thing... is really hard to refuse!
I just don’t know how much I can indulge myself in. If I can have some beautiful and beautiful encounter at night, it will be a worthwhile trip.
"In this case!"
Mu Nan seemed to be thinking: "Wait for me!"
After saying that, he turned around and returned to the room. When he appeared a moment later, he had changed into rich clothes and held a folding fan in his hand.
Both the style and workmanship look much more refined than the Lihuo Fan.
The only regret is that it is just an ordinary folding fan.
I don’t know why this deceived disciple chose to give a folding fan as a gift. It seems incredible.
But it played into his hands.
This outfit made Huang Xiao's eyes light up:
"Uncle Master, wait for me for a moment, I want to dress up too!"
Huang Xiao went down the mountain as fast as a water rat. His steps were so fast that they almost formed a circle.
When she turned back, her perky chest was obviously padded with a lot of cotton wool, and she had a shawl of hair along with it.
Plus her childish face...
Just like a "neither fish nor fish"!
"Uncle Master, it looks like the two of us are a couple of gods, right?"
Mu Nan shivered and almost crushed the folding fan in his hand.
What kind of fairy couple? The situation between the two of them is just like a playboy kidnapping an underage girl!
…
Tingyuxuan has a good view, and you can see the stage of the carnival.
Mu Nan got his wish and opened the folding fan with a swipe before entering the store.
For once he became the handsome young man in his mind.
It made up for the regret that his Fengyue Tower did not have a folding fan.
After entering the store, I gradually lost myself with the sound of "Uncle Master".
Quan responded with a slight nod of his head, walking in all directions and shaking his body.
Meticulously, he sat in the seat with the best view of Ting Yuxuan.
Looking around, "gods from all walks of life" are showing off their skills wantonly on the stage.
Nothing surprising.
They are all mundane acrobatics, singing and dancing, which cannot be said to be vulgar or elegant.
Picture 1 is just fun.
But the atmosphere at the scene was very full.
The mixed shouts and cheers are endless, and there is no sign of the majesty of the four sects.
More like a mortal marketplace.
Looking back at Ting Yuxuan.
There are no other idlers, they are all victims of routine loans.
Because Mu Nan burned the IOU, it was as if mountains had been lifted off his shoulders, and the atmosphere was even more exciting than outside the store.
Those who play strings show off their artistic skills, and those who sing and dance show off their talents.
Tables were full of people coming and going, making a lot of noise.
Before he knew it, Mu Nan had been poured a jar of old wine.
I don't know which of the good disciples made the first move and asked him to perform some talents.
Then the whole Tingyuxuan started to make a fuss.
Understandable.
In their hearts, even if Senior Uncle Mu Nan roared like a ghost, howling like a wolf.
They were also prepared to cheer against their will.
What's more, when the wine is flowing, don't stop drinking.
The people present were reluctant to use their spiritual power to drive away the slight drunkenness.
Mu Nan was not immune to vulgarity. He stepped on the stool with enthusiasm, took the amplified notes handed over by Huang Xiao, and said wantonly:
"Then Uncle Master will show you his skills!"
"Show me your skills!"
"Show me your skills!"
The two-story shop was crowded with monks who were "crazy" in spirit, drinking and shouting in unison.
"Please call me... second-hand rose! Oh, I'm talking about fate! Do you only work for one meal every day, do you only have silk and satin in your fantasy..."
Mu Nan's songs are not lingering in the south of the Yangtze River, nor are they clichéd or vulgar.
Another disciple who was extremely talented in music picked up the pipa and guqin and started playing accompaniment according to his rhythm.
For a time, Yuxuan's laughter spread throughout the carnival day.
"Uncle Pastor, you sang well, here's another one!"
"Uncle Pastor sang wonderfully, let's do one more!"
Mu Nan stood up and lost himself again in the compliments.
With the help of alcohol, I switched from Xu Wei's "Hometown" to Zhao Lei's "Painting", and then to Jay Chou's "Blue and White Porcelain", one after another.
It seems that I sang from Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore.
All the constraints and unwillingness were dissolved in wine and songs.
Under the influence of the amplified notes, the sound spread throughout the venue and floated out of Tingyuxuan.
Gradually, the carnival-goers were attracted by the singing.
They began to move closer to Tingyuxuan, and more and more people gathered together.
Xie Huaiwei's "Tonghe Song" has a melodious melody and a sound like an oriole. It has an antique sound like "pouring cups together, pretending to be of the same mind".
How can he stand up to his smooth lyrics and popularity?
With the easy-to-think lyrics and upbeat rhythm, the song set the audience on fire in no time.
"Uncle Master!"
"Uncle Master!"
The shouts became louder and louder than the others, and under the influence of Ting Yuxuan, they almost became the unanimous voice.
There were also people who shouted "Uncle Master" twice and then suddenly realized: "Too bad, I should have called him Junior Brother!"
The carnival day unknowingly turned into a concert for one person.
Even when the cups and plates were in a mess and the bloody skirt was full of wine stains, everyone was still immersed in his singing voice.
It is said that the best-selling item on carnival days is wine.
I don’t know if it’s the lyrics that touch my heart, or the melody that’s emotional.
When Mu Nan walked out of Tingyuxuan drunkenly, everyone unconsciously made way for him.
For the strong men of yesterday.
And for today’s carnival.
"Uncle, you are quite a nice person!"
"Yes, I don't know who spread the rumors to cause trouble. I have wronged my uncle."
"That Zhu Zi is very squeamish, so when we talk about this, I'm afraid there is something hidden."
Around Mu Nan, the Jiuyi Sect once again aroused discussion.
Only this time, the direction of the wind was almost one-sided.
The "faceless man" and the "scum plowing man" have become the past and gone with the wind.
Within the sect, his name is praised.
Mu Nan returned to the other courtyard tremblingly, threw his head back and fell asleep.
Now that you are ready to be wanton, get drunk.
The next day.
Qiushuiju Villa has a "Thank You" sign.
He wanted to practice quietly and understand the Nine Questions of Common People in one form.
Naihe is written so well.
So much so that people with "ulterior motives" "collect" them and prepare to sell them at a price.
Even though he wrote it three more times, he still couldn't prevent it from being stolen.
In desperation, he had to let Huang Xiao work as a doorman outside the courtyard for a day.
Until Wen Yuanzheng came to visit.
"Brother Nan! Let's go!"
…
Mu Nan was dressed in a black robe, with a hood covering his head tightly.
When he came out of the small courtyard, Wen Yuanzheng was really envious for a long time.
"Let's go!"
In addition, the low voice contained an insight that could see through everything, which made his eyes widen.
"Brother Nan! Is there anything else?"
"What?"
"Clothes! These clothes!"
Wen Yuanzheng said excitedly: "The compelling style has made it impossible for me to look directly at him!"
"Only this one!"
Mu Nan just wanted to change her outfit, change her style, and change her mood at the same time.
Unexpectedly, he unintentionally led the trend of Jiuyimen.
"Is that the pastor uncle?"
"Superb skills, creative voice, plus this unparalleled momentum! Perfect!"
"Go to the ready-to-wear store! No matter what, you have to customize a suit!"
The owner of the ready-made clothing shop is an outer disciple, and his business is usually not very good, so he can barely maintain the rent of the store.
After all, within the sect, most people still choose to wear Taoist robes.
I won’t spend spiritual stones on making a set of flashy clothes.
But today, waves of people came, calling for customized black robes and hats!
So much so that his spiritual weapon flying scissors had sparked sparks with the cloth, and there were people anxiously urging him beside him.
I'm afraid that I will lose my cool demeanor later in life.
By the time Mu Nan and several other members of the team had finished their discussions and came out of Yinni Peak, almost half of the disciples had matched his shirt.
No matter male or female!
