The Golden Basin Washing Hands Conference ended just as naturally as it began.

After inspection, Shang Zhixin seemed to be suffering from a sudden rage. No one knew why he was so afraid of Master Jianjiang. Luo Yuantong said lightly that he must have been drinking too much and losing control of his emotions, so he sent his disciples to set out together.

, escorted him back to Pingnan Palace in a car.

The martial arts people who came from afar did not leave immediately after the conference, because as the host, the Luo family, as a rule, had to pay for the entertainment of guests from all over the world. Food and accommodation were provided for the first two days, and there would be a feast for all the heroes on the third day.

It is not until the guests and hosts are enjoying each other's drinks, and the Golden Basin Washing Ceremony is complete.

Some people may think that this is being taken advantage of, but you must know that after washing hands in the golden basin, this meal is no longer Luo Yuantong's face, but belongs to Luo Shuang'er's own favor.

Zhou Long was naturally overjoyed for such a good thing, and he could take the disciples of the Vajra Sect to eat and drink for free. But people like Jiang Wen who had a place to stay basically left first, but

Promise to attend the cocktail party three days later.

It can be said that in addition to Tiedan Village, several other major forces also acted in the same way.

Fan Xinghan hurriedly left without waiting for the Luo family to persuade him to stay. His expression was already full of worries, which could be seen without any need for careful identification. The Songyang faction escorted the fainted Shang Zhixin away with worry, and the leader Bai Zhen wore official clothes.

The uniform leader walked through the city in a swagger; the Qingqi Gang did not say a word, and everyone from the Red Flower Club left front and back. For a time, the severe situation in the Luo Mansion caused by the marriage proposal was relieved a lot.

Yuan Ziyi ran to have a chat with Luo Shuang'er, admiring the pair of Hanwang green knives in her hand with admiration, and then said that Jiang Wen and the others would go back first, and that he wanted to chat with sister Shuang'er for a while, and would not go back for dinner.

"Then remember to go back. We'll leave first."

Jiang Wen was not polite, and turned around to leave. Suddenly he remembered the team of musicians he had brought with him, and they were still following behind him eagerly waiting for their wages to be settled.

At this time, most of the people in the mansion had dispersed, but to Jiang Wen's surprise, several troupe musicians came together. Although it was rare for him to settle the reward in full, they hesitated one by one and refused to leave, saying nothing.

Stop hinting to Jiang Wen whether he will have similar errands in the future, and they can always work for the Wuyi faction.

"Masters, what do you mean by this? You might as well speak more clearly."

Jiang Wen was a little confused. Could it be that after this battle, they also had the desire to make a debut in the world, and planned to ask for the title of "a heartbroken song, where can I find a close friend in the world"?

Faced with doubts, the troupe musicians honestly expressed their thoughts.

Jin Pingcai and Guan Pi Tuan Tiao Liu, these are half of the world, and the musicians are all single men.

The "Eight Immortals Troupe" they belong to does not have a well-known name in Guangzhou, and it has no famous supporting platform. It has long been crumbling and falling apart. Now it is reduced to staging the Red Boat Magic Play on Zhilan Lake. It is said that several small platforms and pillars are promising.

As a way out, I was planning to run away and become the husband-in-law of a wealthy family at any time.

Seeing Jiang Wen's generous spending and flamboyant behavior, the musicians have now figured out that if they could often have such exposure to the world and be in the limelight by following the Wuyi sect, it would be better than struggling in the Caotai Opera Troupe.

To take a step back, even if the grand occasion stops in the future, they can still learn more new songs from Jiang Wen, and go out to do some work to promote celebrations in the future, so they will not starve to death.

After Jiang Wen heard this, he couldn't help but sigh. No wonder these people looked disheveled and were dressed in rags. At first, he thought it was the artist who deliberately dressed up as a superior person.

After all, the world is still in trouble, which puts pressure on them to change careers to make a living. If these musicians don't learn some new skills, they may not even be able to steal money from others for weddings and weddings in the future.

"But I am a martial arts sect, and it is nothing for me to support a few musicians..."

One of the sallow-skinned musicians hurriedly explained: "Master Jiang, it is normal for a wealthy family to have a troupe of musicians. The Wuyi Sect has such a reputation, so it is natural that it can be raised."

After the other party's explanation and combined with his own knowledge reserves, Jiang Wen finally understood some of the reasons behind the doorway.

It turns out that as early as the early Ming Dynasty, Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang learned the lesson of the late Yuan Dynasty when the monarchs and ministers perished due to enjoyment and neglect of government, and implemented the strategy of governing the country with severe punishments and laws. He believed that all ancient music in the Yuan Dynasty was abandoned, but lewd lyrics and songs were sung repeatedly, which had a great impact on society.

The licentious and hedonistic culture had a negative impact, so Yuefu dramas were abandoned and suppressed, and a series of restrictive policies were adopted for dramatic activities that promoted excellence.

However, folk opera became self-contained. It gradually became more prosperous during the Hongzhi period and reached its peak during the Longqing period, with countless people joining in. Professional opera troupes like the "Eight Immortals Troupe" became more common. In Su and Hangzhou, with the help of

The charm of Kun Opera attracts many theater troupes. If you can learn the big plays planned by celebrities from both the government and the public, such as "The Story of the Ice Mountain", "The Story of the West Chamber" and "The Story of the Hosta", you can easily attract tens of thousands of viewers, with rows of stages and crowded venues.

The grand scene outside the gate.

But the rules set by Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang have not changed. All actors will be relegated to low status. Theater troupes composed of local artists, such as the "Eight Immortals Troupe", which are called "local elites" and "local troupes", are just

He is proficient in writing and calligraphy, and he also sings in the "Guangzhou tune" of "one person sings in harmony with others, and the wild sounds are mixed".

They occasionally hired a poor scholar to write, but they still only performed some vulgar little plays, and the lyrics and music they wrote and performed were not accurate, and they could only make ends meet with the rewards they earned. In a prosperous town like Guangzhou, with its unique

Due to its advantages of geography and dense population, it has naturally become a place where professional theater troupes gather, and there are even more frustrated people among them.

The opera troupe mentioned by the musicians originally refers to the activities of aristocratic families raising actors. They are called into the mansion since childhood, where they build gardens, store musical instruments, and tune silk and bamboo. Every day, famous people gather together to sing and sing, and the level of opera is natural.

This should not be underestimated. As the rich and wealthy families in Guangzhou City follow the arty trend, they often have theatrical troupes that sponsor and support them. Whenever important events occur, they will pay for performances in temples to honor the gods.

Jiang Wen could already predict that after today, when famous people went out to go out, they would probably lead a band to show their prestige like him. These musicians were also able to adapt quickly, and it was indeed nothing out of the ordinary, so he made a big show of it.

He replied compassionately.

"This seems feasible, but there are too many of you. To be honest, our Wuyi sect, including people and horses, can't keep up with your numbers. From now on, Jiang will only be responsible for the rewards when going out, and there will be others to pay for the daily wages. Several

Master, come back with us."

Several musicians immediately thanked him profusely and were overjoyed. They packed up their instruments and followed Jiang Wen away. No one cared that just because of his words, an extra band of musicians appeared out of thin air in Guangzhou city.

Lu, the hapless theater troupe whose leader is at a loss.

Jiang Wen also inquired about it on the way and found that the local theater troupe belonged to the theater style of Wu Dawen. The actors were skilled in martial arts and played with human beings. They performed many absurd stories that could not be investigated. The words were neither written nor the facts, "

The original most popular piece of the "Eight Immortals Class" was the martial arts drama "Thunder Killing" which the old class leader learned from Leizhou Nuo dance. It tells the story of a strange scoundrel who was killed by thunder. Unfortunately, with the accidental death of the old class leader, it was no longer possible.

No one can perform it anymore.

On the way back, Hong Wending passed by the closed door of the Meng Xue Private School. He vaguely saw an old figure walking alone in the distance in the pouring rain. But when he looked back, the lonely figure was scattered by the raindrops, as if

What just happened was just an illusion.

"Senior Brother Wending, what are you looking at?"

Fu Ningdie had been looking overjoyed since she left Luo Mansion. At this time, she stopped and asked Hong Wending.

Hong Wending always felt that the white-haired Mengxue teacher was as full of worries as his father Hong Xiguan before, and he could hardly walk with him on his back.

"Oh, nothing."

Hong Wending shook his head and followed the footsteps of the others.

After trudging through the streets and alleys of Jishui, everyone finally arrived at Lei Huo's house on Xiguan Street. They bumped into Lei Huo, who was dressed in silk and luxurious clothes, standing at the door eagerly looking forward to it. Seeing Jiang Wen and the others appeared, they quickly shouted with joy.

Yell.

"Director Jiang, Director Jiang! You are finally back!"

"What happened?"

Jiang Wen calmly closed the oil-paper umbrella and shook off the remaining water stains on it. He first introduced to the musicians following him, "From now on, this Mr. Lei will pay for your wages. You must remember this!"

The musicians hurriedly bowed and saluted, saying in unison: "I've seen Mr. Lei!"

"Now that Director Jiang has spoken, you will be members of my Lei family from now on, and your wages will be paid to the cook first."

Lei Laohu patted his chest nonchalantly and said to Jiang Wen somewhat flatteringly: "Anyway, Director Jiang's business is mine, Mr. Lei's, Mr. Jiang's friends are my friends, Mr. Jiang's, Mr. Jiang's face is mine, Mr. Lei's."

Someone's face, Director Jiang's money is my money to cheat someone..."

At this point, he himself felt a little inappropriate, and he almost told the truth, but changed his words in a hurry and vaguely, "Anyway, just ask me... Director Jiang, fortunately you are back, I received something at my house today.

, I dare not open it until now. Just looking at the writing on it, it seems that it is to be handed over to you..."

Several people crossed the book side room and crossed Qingyun Lane, which leads directly to the main hall. They immediately saw the Eight Immortals table in the middle of the hall. There was an object wrapped in layers of oil paper and repeatedly wrapped with hemp rope, and it was printed with thick ink.

There is a big word "jiang" on it. Due to the recent humid climate, traces like insect mycelium seep out between the ink writing, making it look even more sinister and terrifying.

"That's it. It probably came with the Lei family's convoy transporting silk and satin two days ago. Someone unknowingly stuffed it into the pile of goods. It wasn't until the housekeeper took stock of the goods this morning that he discovered it."

Thunder Tiger's expression was a little overly nervous, as if what was in front of him was not a paper bag, but some savage beast that preyed on people and would be doomed once it was opened.

Jiang Wen patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"Mr. Lei, are you a little too nervous? I think the moisture-proof workmanship is rigorous and the materials used are not cheap. It may be that the medicinal materials ordered by a drug store were loaded into the wrong car. The 'Jiang' written on it is probably Jiang Zhu.

It’s the abbreviation of gardenia and other medicinal materials.”

However, Jiang Wen's comfort had no effect. The corners of Lei Hu's mouth twitched slightly and he whispered in Jiang Wen's ear.

"Director Jiang, you don't know something... In fact, the outermost layer of this paper bag originally had a layer of paper with the words 'Mr. Ma Jiashan' written on it. Fortunately, it was not seen by outsiders and was torn into pieces by the housekeeper and burned..."

Jiang Wen suddenly frowned, seeing that this thing was really prepared.

Ma Jiashan, that was Lei Huhu’s original name in Xiamei Town, and it also represented the past disputes he had with the Qing court. The person who sent the things took the initiative to mention this matter, obviously with the intention of intimidation, and warned Lei Hu

This thing must be handed over, otherwise I will send it to the government to prove that you have colluded with Southern Shaolin.

"Pretending to be suspicious and using phrases to attack people's hearts, this person is quite capable."

Jiang Wen sneered and stretched out his hand to tear open the layers of oil paper, revealing what was hidden deep inside.

The three apprentices immediately gathered around him out of curiosity. Only Xiao Shitou saw that there was no food inside, so he took the first step back in a dignified manner.

There were no medicinal materials inside, but a hand-copied book. The paper was intact and the ink was still fresh. However, only the cover pages seemed to be intact, but most of the back pages had been torn away with brute force.

There were only some scattered debris hanging there.

""Guigu Fengtu Ji"?"

Jiang Wen slowly opened the book and read out the title.

After a few days of studying in private school, Hong Wending was already familiar with commonly used written words, but he was still more curious about the origin of this book.

"Master, who sent this? Is this person an enemy or a friend?"
To be continued...