There is an extremely famous place outside Duanliu City - a lake full of golden pool water, called Xizhao Lake. The lake water is drawn from Jiehe, and there is nothing special about it. The real golden color is a huge piece of copper at the bottom of the lake...

Even if the outsiders who come here to watch, even if they have heard the story of Xizhao Lake, they will listen to the locals in person. The residents of Duanliu City always responded very enthusiastically, dancing with their eyebrows and eloquently, describing the tragic battle that year vividly, with blood in front of their eyes and mourning sounds in their ears. Finally, when the listener is satisfied, the narrator will spread his palms and say very politely: "I speak hard, you are happy to listen, but you can't listen in vain, right?"

The tourists reluctantly took out a small piece of scattered silver, feeling that they had been fooled, and the next group of tourists continued the game.

Slowly, there was competition among the narrators, and it was better to sing. A group of music-singing artists defeated the lyricists and monopolized the story market of Xizhao Lake. The total number was about twenty people, and the levels were uneven. They sang to different people separately, and they were all in peace.

That morning, all the artists were "invited" to the city wall to perform for a unique banquet. Some people felt that their singing skills were too poor and were afraid of being embarrassed in front of adults. So they politely refused the invitation, but were tied to the city wall by the soldiers and led them all the way to the city wall, which was even more embarrassing.

Xizhao Lake was originally close to Duanliu City. When building the new city wall, it deliberately retreated for a while. The new wall rose up, which was twice as wide as the old wall. There were pavilions on it, which was the best place to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Xizhao Lake. As for the best time, of course, it was the dusk at mid-sunset. The lake water became more and more brilliant as gold at this time, and the greedy people wanted to jump in.

There were more than twenty artists, plus the companions who plucked and plucked, a total of fifty or sixty, including men and women, old and young, waiting from morning to afternoon, hungry and nervous, not understanding where he offended the adults in the city.

When the golden color on Xizhao Lake seemed to be ripe wheat fields, a sergeant came, looked at the people in the room a few times, and said lazily: "I will sing well later, if there is a reward, I won't sing well. I will be beheaded."

When everyone heard that it was really just singing the song, their hearts fell halfway, and then their eyes fell on Yunmengxian. He was a woman of 27 or 28 years old, quite beautiful, but she didn't rely on her face to make a living. She had been the leader among the singers of Xizhao Lake for several years. If you want to say who sang well, no one dared to boast that she was stronger than her.

Yunmengxian has also seen some people in the world. He had dated many dignitaries in the imperial capital. He now put his dresses and took the lead in walking out of the room. He looked straight and looked arrogant.

The sergeant snorted softly.

The banquet in the cabinet had just begun not long, and the artists were waiting outside, and only Yunmengxian and her piano master came in to perform.

Yunmeng Xian lowered her eyebrows and looked smoothly. She gave her salute slowly. Although she was not young, her voice was as tender as a girl. "I'm a vain Yunmeng Xian, I've seen you all."

Since it was a banquet, we should drink and chat. Even if the host and the guest were unfamiliar, they would not be as loud as they are now. Yun Mengxian's heart was thrilled. He knew that the barrier was not easy today. He quietly raised his eyes and glanced quickly. He saw more than a dozen civil and military officials sitting in three tables, all of whom were like puppets, indifferent to the delicious food in front of him.

She saw someone she was familiar with, Chen Zhiwei, the old guy with a round belly, who once touched her after drinking. Fu Hao, the new commander of the Huang Fu Army in Duanliu City, is said to be a descendant of the royal family. He is elegant and funny on the surface, and is weak and greedy in his bones. Yun Mengxian never received half of the reward from him, but instead paid a so-called military fee every month.

"There are groups of demons opposite. It's not easy for Huang Fujun to leave his hometown to protect you." This is a sentence that Fu Hao often talks about. Everyone understands the meaning of it, that is, to ask for money and more money.

There were two strange guests on the main table, a young Taoist priest and a young talisman master. Yunmengxian rarely sings songs to such guests. He was shocked again and hurriedly lowered his eyes and dared not speak anymore.

Mu Xingqiu accepted the invitation and came to the banquet alone, and found that everyone had become forgetful: Chen Zhiwei, the city guard, had suffered a lot in Mu Xingqiu's hands. After not seeing him for a few years, he seemed to have forgotten who Mu Xingqiu was, and he spoke "Pangshan distinguished guest" with an official voice; Fu Hao, the commander of Huang Fujun, was originally the governor of the Southern Emperor Yin City, and almost died under Shen Geng. He also forgot about the past with a very cold attitude. After meeting, he only said two or three complete words.

Other officials were not cold and cold, trying to avoid Mu Xingqiu's gaze, especially no one dared to say the three words "General Mu".

This is not a nostalgic banquet. There is only one person who is very interested in the past, that young talisman master.

The talisman master is named Liang Shiji. He looks handsome and is less than 30 years old. He wears a nine-level crown and is at the last seat of the twelve great talisman masters of the Longbin Society of the Holy Talisman Dynasty. Only he tried to talk about the battle in Duanliu City that year, and Mu Xingqiu was perfunctory.

The arrival of music singers has changed the way of secret fights at banquets.

Chen Zhiwei pretended not to recognize Yunmengxian and asked coldly: "What do you sing?"

There are many songs at the Yunmeng Immortal Club, but at Xizhao Lake, she knew how she should answer, "The innocent concubine will sing a big battle outside the city. As a result of the great changes in the world, a yellow Xizhao Lake beside the city..."

"Just sing this." Huang Fujun Commander Fu Hao said a rare thing, then grabbed the wine glass and drank silently, as if he didn't belong to this banquet at all.

The piano master plucked the strings and Yunmengxian sang in a gentle manner. She was a well-behaved woman. She knew which kind of song to sing in this occasion. Huang Fujun was the protagonist in this song. Just using half of the words to create spells created by rendering the talisman, and then the soldiers who praised the Holy Talisman Dynasty went forward bravely.

No matter what he sang, Yun Mengxian's voice was impeccable. Several officials shook their heads and shook their heads gently along with the tune, and the cold atmosphere at the banquet dispersed.

After the song was over, Yunmengxian secretly looked at the faces of everyone on the main table, and Chen Zhiwei had a smile on her face. She knew that this kind of smile would turn into a fierce face at any time. Fu Hao was still tasting wine silently, and he seemed to have not noticed the end of the song. The Taoist priest seemed to smile but was not smiling, and the talisman master had no expression on his face, as if he was a little dissatisfied.

Yunmengxian withdrew her gaze and her heart was pounding. She finally understood that the real protagonist of today's banquet was the Liang Da Talisman Master. The two had met before, but Liang Shiji did not have the cold eyes of his present moment.

"Isn't there a song "General's Walk"? Sing it." Fu Hao, who had been drinking silently, suddenly spoke, his tone was stiff, as if he was full of anger, and he didn't even raise his head when he spoke.

"I'm not familiar with this song, Mr. Zhang San outside..." Yunmengxian didn't understand what Commander Huang Fujun intended, but he had a premonition that it would be dangerous if he continued singing, and wanted to transfer this hot potato to someone else's hands.

"I'm not familiar with it? Then I can sing, let's start." Fu Hao's voice became stern. Several officials who were still immersed in the tune were shocked and hurriedly sat upright, looking at the table full of wine and food, but they didn't even dare to touch the chopsticks.

Yunmengxian had no choice but to sing slowly, trying to make her pronunciation as much as possible, but she had a unique charm. Another official shook his head.

"The General's Journey" sings the story of a general who boosts the morale of the military and civilians and leads the way to defeat the demon soldiers. The lyrics are simple, but it is the favorite song of ordinary tourists. Yunmengxian was able to sing this song well when she was still in the imperial capital. I don't know how many times she sang it in several years. But she has never been as frightened as she is now.

She had been observing Liang Shiji quietly, always feeling that this young master of talismans was brewing something. Therefore, when Liang Shiji raised his eyebrows, she immediately shut up and stopped singing. The unprepared pianist stopped for a while.

"I'll ask you. Who is the general's name in "The General's Journey"?" Liang Shiji asked.

Yunmengxian knelt down immediately, "I don't know that the gulls learned the song from others. I have no idea what they said."

Liang Shiji said, "This is an anti-poem. The general in it is not a human, but the giant demon king Qi Wushang. The demon man made up this song, hid his name, and borrowed your mouth to praise the achievements of the demon soldiers."

Yunmengxian's face suddenly changed. He never thought that a song would cause such a big crime. "Sir, please spare me, I am shallow and ignorant, and I really don't know what this song is singing."

Liang Shiji turned to Mu Xingqiu, "Although Duanliu City has been defended, the demon clan has not been destroyed, and there are battlefields everywhere. Like these untouchables, they look pitiful, but they are actually bewitching people's hearts for the demon clan."

Mu Xingqiu understood the purpose of the banquet, and Liang Shiji obviously wanted to give himself a warning.

"I have something unknown."

"Please tell me if you admire Taoist priests." Liang Shiji was always polite when facing Taoist priests.

"It is said that the scenery of Xizhao Lake is the most beautiful at this time. We can see it when we walk to the window, but we sit here and listen to a song without any characteristics. We also need to analyze whether there is any conspiracy of the demon clan in the song. I don't understand why."

Liang Shiji laughed twice, "Please forgive me for the Taoist priests. Duanliu City is now an important frontier town that blocks the demon army. I am responsible for heavy responsibilities, and it is inevitable that all plants and trees will be soldiered."

"Then drive her away, don't listen to her, and you won't be upset."

Yunmengxian was secretly grateful to the Taoist priest, thinking that the danger had passed, but he didn't expect that the great talisman master would not let her go.

"Forget it if I didn't hear it. Since I heard it, I can't pretend to be confused. Please go and enjoy the beautiful scenery first. I can finish the case before dark."

Without waiting for Mu Xingqiu to agree, Fu Hao waved to the soldiers beside the door, and dozens of artists were taken into the pavilion. Everyone saw Yun Mengxian kneeling on the ground and kneeling behind her, wondering where the disaster came from.

Liang Shiji stood up and looked at the artists, "You will all sing "The General's Journey"?"

No one dared to admit it, no one dared to deny it, it was all silent.

Fu Hao slapped the table and said, "A group of opera singers, sing whoever gives the money will be better, and kill them all."

The artists were all surprised and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Liang Shiji waited for a while, but when Mu Xingqiu didn't respond, he said, "I'll give you a chance. You claim to be singing songs, not demon spies, so let's sing a song together. Eighteen people here can make half of them cry, so I'll let you live a life."

The artists were stunned. Even Yunmeng Xian, who had the best singing skills, did not have the ability to yell, let alone the effect would be worse when everyone sang a song.

But the officials applauded.

Mu Xingqiu stood up, walked to the window, looked at Xizhao Lake, and secretly used the illusion of thought. As expected, the city wall was filled with many restrictions, like an invisible sticky net, blocking his illusion.

He knew that this was Long Bin who was challenging him.
Chapter completed!