Human skin scroll, ghost hand book!

The painted skin opens itself, remembers your life, and has inscriptions on it.

"Drawing movies and skins can draw bones, and knowing people and faces are even more intimate."

A prophecy comes true and the truth is revealed.

Above the scroll, the ink traces of snakes walk, accompanied by words, and at the same time, there are pictures of figures with spirit and form. Various characters appear on them, writing an unknown story on the world.

"The ghost painted skin of the pear garden is shocking the dream!"

...

"You fight, beat me to death! Beat me to death, this troupe will collapse!"

Pa, pa, pa...

The apprentice's head was filled with hot water, and he knelt on the ground, shouting stubbornly.

The master waved the bamboo board in his hand and scolded him angrily.

"You have learned to practice your skills and your voice will not be slackened. You have learned it. The performers do not rely on this, but rely on kung fu, ability, and play. You don't have the shortcuts to walk on!"

"Punish me to kneel down, you are jealous of my own unique skill!" The apprentice was dissatisfied.

"If you don't punish, you will always be despicable. What are you practicing? Are you singing opera? Are you betrayal! All the things you passed down by our ancestors have been ruined by you. Just this, do you still want to be a horn? Dream!" The master scolded him fiercely.

Bang!

The apprentice's face suddenly turned purple, and he overturned the basin of the water above his head to the ground, slowly got up, his eyes covered with blood.

"If you look down on me, you will look down on me! That's right, you don't want me to be a horn. You want to find a little lie, a little urge to help! Small lever! Little supporting role!"

He shouted hysterically.

"It's a rebellion! Be bold and bold, let you talk nonsense, talk nonsense, talk nonsense!" The master was angry and swung the bamboo board in his hand desperately.

Every time he beat him, he left clear red marks on his apprentice's body.

The apprentice gritted his teeth tightly, but his body was still standing there, not moving at all.

"Kneel down quickly!" the master shouted angrily.

"Master, there will never be that day!" The apprentice said word by word, slowly turned around, finally looked at the master deeply, turned around and rushed out of the theater gate.

I never looked back after going there.

The master Zhuban was still holding up above his head and was stunned for a moment.

"Xiao Liuer..."

He called out softly.

But the disciple who was in the past, who had been in love, really left this time and never responded again.

The master's lips trembled and suddenly cursed angrily: "Get out, go away from your evil ways and go for the rest of his life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sneered.

I saw my apprentice Xiao Liuer leaning into half of his body from outside the door, smiling sinisterly, "Old Master, you have to put your words in the past, I believe it. But now, I don't believe it.

The world has changed. You are all old antiques and should have been swept into the garbage dump long ago.

Today, I, Chen Liuer, will make a decision that violates my ancestors.

I want to play supporting roles in the future, I’m sorry for your cultivation!”

After saying that, he pushed the door open and disappeared.

"Corruption! Crazy!" The old class master stood there, cursing angrily, his arms connected to his body, but he couldn't help but tremble.

Such a big noise has already alarmed others.

Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo, Chou, and all the corners of the opera troupe ran out, and some people even had half of the unfinished face painted on their faces.

They were panicked and had been performing for most of their lives, but they had never seen the old headmaster look so heartbroken.

"The headmaster, all the apprentices in the opera troupe have run away. Chen Liuer is the last one, and he is also the apprentice you raised since childhood.

Now that he has left, what should this Fang family do in the future?"

Hua Dan stepped forward and asked in a low voice, worried.

"What's the use of being inappropriate in mind, no matter how high the skills are? I'm not dead yet! Without him, Chen Liu'er, I don't believe in the opera troupe and can't play anymore." Everyone saw his every move. The old headmaster took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, knowing that now is not the time to be angry.

The world has changed drastically, and people's hearts are not as old as ever.

Things passed down by our ancestors are almost discarded by the world.

It is even more difficult to maintain the traditional drama team as old antiques.

The more you are at this time, the less you can't panic.

If he, the headmaster, could not bear it, the Fang family's team would really collapse.

"Why are you still standing there? As long as I'm still here, the sky in this Fang family class will not fall. Then practice the exercises and sing!"

The old headmaster shouted loudly, and the characters looked at each other, and then they went back to practice qigong with skepticism.

"Yah..."

The usual sound of squeaking voice sounded in the Fang family again, and gongs and drums sounded together.

But for some reason, many sad and lonely sounds appeared out of thin air.

The next day, as usual, it was the day when the opera troupe took the stage.

"this……"

Looking at the empty theater, there was not even a mouse, everyone in the Fang family stood on the stage, looking at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

No one is there anymore, can you still sing this drama?

"Why are you still standing there? I forgot the old rules that the drama is bigger than the sky? How did I teach you when I first entered the troupe!" The old headmaster's gritted teeth broke the silence.

"Listen to guests from all directions, mortals from one side, and ghosts and gods from seven directions. You can't stop singing, and listen to ghosts and gods."

"Yes, the headmaster!" The group of people forced themselves up and pulled away. First, the gongs and drums were played together, and then they appeared one after another.

But in such a huge drama, everyone cooperated with each other, and it was still visible to the naked eye.

It seemed that the spirit of the play had slipped away.

"Class master, it's not good! It's not good!" The drama just started, and Wubo Wulan came to the second scene, and someone outside ran in panic.

"What's the matter? I'm so panicked? I don't know if the show opens its voice, can't you disturb something big?" The old headmaster has been following the rules for a lifetime. When he saw someone breaking the rules under his nose, he was immediately angry.

"Old headmaster, listen to me! Chen Liuer hugged the second son of Duke Jin from somewhere and formed a Chen family class, which consisted of handsome men and beautiful women, and was erotic. New and old customers in a radius of about ten neighbors were attracted." The visitor said panting.

"The second son of Duke Jin is the famous Long Yang Jun in Luojing! Chen Liu'er is really shameless!"

"Self-serving people, the scum of the pear garden!"

"It's true that we are actors, but we're not prostitutes!"

"The ancestors found out in the grave and had to crawl out of the coffin!"

"Today we have to help our ancestors clean up the portal!"

...

When Fang's class heard this, he was completely exploded, and they were about to rush out of the troupe with their sleeves rolled up.

"Stop!" A sudden shout was heard, and everyone couldn't help but stop.

The old headmaster on the stage opened his beard and shouted, "I'm not dead yet? It's not your turn to be the leader of this Fang family. Chen Liuer is going to do evil, it's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married, so can we stop him?

You forgot that the play is bigger than the sky. We are craftsmen, not hooligans and bandits on the street.

It is based on kung fu, ability, and play, not fighting, fighting and fighting for victory!

He, Chen Liuer, has not yet left the army, so what if he leaves the army?

If Chen Liuer is a sin, the Fang family team can't survive?

The play is in the world, and the play is in the world.

Come back for me and keep singing!

”

The old class master scolded him angrily, and every time he said something, the troupe's head would lower his head.

At this time, the old headmaster had already stood high on the stage and opened his voice suddenly: "If this good song is difficult to compose, I will sigh that people's hearts are not as good as ever. This great hero, all the civil and military officials in the court, will still be a few taels of loess a hundred years later..."

At the end, he glared wide and tears were in his eyes.

The crowd looked at each other and went up one after another.

"Whatever you say is heroic and upright, what if you say is the first rank of official position.

I am willing to send my ambitions to God, and how can I let my original intention be covered with dust?

Play a song, sing with you, settle the storm, the world is wide..."
To be continued...