Chapter 553 552. Nine streams gather

   Night, Jiangcheng Theater.

  This is not the same location as the future Jiangcheng Grand Theater. In the urban area, there is no performance today, so it was vacated and rented by Du Ming.

  After dinner, the three came here.

  The huge theater was empty and empty, with only one light shining in the center of the stage.

"Hold on."

  Du Ming seemed to know that the others would be late and lit a cigarette.

  Lu Bian glanced around, and soon, the first person came.

   It was a man who looked potbellied and was bewitched by wine and food.

   He was wearing a jacket, his steps were heavy and hurried, his face was shiny, and he held a folding fan in his hand.

   "Brother Du, your position is too hard to find. I asked the driver to go around a few times before I found it."

   He and Du Ming seemed to know each other, and the tone of voice was familiar as soon as they spoke.

   "Don't be joking, if there is a way in this world that Seventh Master doesn't recognize, then I'll have to see it."

   Du Ming greeted and introduced. .

   "Seventh Master, the descendant of moving mountains to find dragons, his ancestors were Captain Mojin appointed by the emperor."

   "Don't, there is no emperor now, it's called archeology, archaeology."

   Seventh Master corrected.

  Looking at his clothes and living conditions, the income brought by archaeology in this era must be a lot, Lu Bian thought.

   "I heard about the Xuanjun dispute this time, and many people are watching it. Brother Du, you see that I am usually busy, so I came here to join in the fun and respect and respect traditions."

   Seventh Master took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

  The greasy and fat house is probably like this.

   "Yo, Brother He, long time no see, who is this?"

   He noticed He Chong and Lu Jian.

   "My name is Lu Bian, and my goal is to become Xuanjun."

   Lu Kizuna replied immediately.

  “?”

   Seventh Master was a little confused.

   "Really, really joking."

   He wiped his sweat again.

   At this time, the second person arrived.

  The man looked around and walked out of the darkness.

   This is a woman.

   He looks like he is in his thirties, wearing a cheongsam that is common for women in this era, with a still charm, and an elegant atmosphere in every gesture.

   It seems that only Seventh Master knows her among several people, the potbellied "archaeologist" said aloud.

   "This is the descendant of the Tang family, Miss Tang Que, her family is a family of corpse stitchers."

   "Corpse"

  Lu Kizuna really had no way to associate this woman with this profession.

  Tang Que's gaze swept across, and only stayed on Lu Han's face for a while. She greeted her and sat on the side, separated from the others.

   "The corpse sewers suppress ghosts and ghosts, and all they learn is the hard kung fu of horizontal practice. I can't see that this Miss Tang has such superb skills."

   Du Ming joked.

   The two people in the back appeared one after the other.

   The one who appeared first was wearing a short shirt. Although he had gray hair, he looked strong and capable, with a gun on his waist and keen eyes.

   "The old man is a stone that walks a hundred miles. The few children in my family are not good enough, so they won't come to show their shame."

   he nodded.

The one who appeared after    was wearing a brand-new suit, and at the age of forty, there was a sly light in his eyes.

   "The next is Dai Yuanyang, who is a star-picker. Please bear with me."

"Anyone else?"

   Several people waited for a while longer, and Lu Bian counted, and there was probably still one paper cutter.

"let's start."

   At this time, a voice came from a corner of the theater, and everyone followed the sound to see an old man wearing sunglasses and dressed in a simple way, leaning on a cane, sitting there.

  No one knew when he sat there, as if he had disappeared from everyone's sight from the beginning.

   "Elder Zhang, you are really elusive."

   Du Ming said, and then introduced it to the others.

   "Elder Zhang, who is in the line of paper-cutting officials, has participated in the four Xuanjun battles."

   "Hehe, just an ordinary blind old man."

   he replied in a low voice.

   "I participated four times, didn't I fail to win the final four times?"

   Lu Kian blurted out subconsciously.

  “.”

  The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

   "Cough, everyone, we gathered here this time for the next Xuanjun position. According to tradition, we will launch a series of competitions to determine the final winner."

   Before Du Ming finished speaking, he saw someone raise his hand.

   That is Dai Yuanyang in bright clothes.

   "What is Mr. Dai's insight?"

  Du Ming restrained his thoughts and asked.

"That's right, I have stayed overseas for a while and have been in contact with many advanced countries. This time I came back, mainly because of the entrustment of my teacher. He was very interested in our nine-rate abilities and skills. His The country is currently in need of such talents, so I would like to invite all of you to participate in research and visit abroad.”

  Dai Yuanyang said directly.

   "At the same time, it is too wasteful for the legacy left by Xuanjun to be sealed in Jiangcheng Mountain. I think we can take it out and make good use of it for everyone's well-being."

   After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

   "Oh, this is breaking the rules. Brother Dai, we can't be on the table. For secret things, we just let them bury them in the soil, but we can't just dig them out. You should take back what you just said."

   Seventh Master spoke first, he persuaded.

"Everyone, the current situation is turbulent and the war is endless. Everyone is a capable person. Good birds choose wood to live in. There is no need to limit yourself for these traditions. Xuanjun looks majestic, but in fact he is just a soil emperor. Why don't you go overseas with me, money and wine, everything."

  Dai Yuanyang did not accept Qiye's proposal, but continued.

   "In foreign countries, there are many people with similar abilities as us. After scientific research and development, they all have stronger strength. Instead of wasting here, why not start a career together?"

   Hearing the words, the seventh master's face was not too hard to hang on.

   "The last time I came to Zhanxingxing, I remember it was Dai Yuanzheng?"

   Suddenly, the blind paper cutter spoke up.

   "Yes, that's my brother."

  Dai Yuanyang thought it was the other party's heart, and immediately replied.

   "Do you know how he died?"

   Blind Zhang asked again.

   "This, I was overseas at the time, I only heard bad news, I don't know the details, I would like to hear the details."

  Dai Yuanyang hesitated for a moment.

"He tried to steal the trains of foreigners who robbed the calligraphy, paintings and treasures left by our ancestors and transported them back to their own country. After being found, he was shot and killed. The bodies were hung up for three days and three nights without being claimed. I, the blind man, took advantage of the darkness to bring it back and bury it alive."

   Blind Zhang said in a flat tone.

   "This piece is old, times have changed. I have seen those foreigners' strong boats and cannons. No matter how strange and powerful your abilities are, you can't resist bullets and artillery fire. I really think about everyone."

  Dai Yuanyang defended.

   "Don't be persistent, Mr. Dai."

  He Chong suddenly spoke at this time.

   "I have good eyes and can't see too much dirt. If that's what you want to say this time, please come back."

   "As one of the nine ranks, you have no right to stop me from participating in the Xuanjun battle this time, or can you try to defeat me?"

  Dai Yuanyang also restrained his previous kindness and became serious.

"OK."

  He Chong helped his glasses.

   The next moment, he stood up suddenly, the distance from Dai Yuanyang suddenly reduced to zero, his right hand was vacantly grasped, and his palm was slowly pushed out.

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