Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

The solemn voice dissipated.

The candles in the courtyard went out, and the Longling silk curtain was filled with pure white fluorescence, shaking like waves. Behind the huge banner was a huge square flat water tank, with many "and" partitions inserted in the middle. In each grid, there was a fluorescent jellyfish glowing auspiciously.

Quan Yuxuan infused blood and qi, and Quan Guangqin turned the shaft in an orderly manner, turning the picture album in order.

Hualalalalal.

The pages turned.

The Longling silk evolved colors, the dazzling white light turned into daytime, wild geese flew across the sky, and yellow sand filled the sky.

"It has changed!" Xiang Changsong stretched his neck forward unconsciously.

"It's the same as the real thing."

Everyone exclaimed.

"It really looks a bit like Mobei." Yang Dongxiong stared at it, reminiscing and nostalgic.

The style of the blue cat and brown mouse painting is completely different from the real scene. The impact of the latter's sense of reality is undoubtedly stronger when it is moved to the front!

Liang Qu adjusted his seat, hugged E Ying, and found a more comfortable position to lean on the bench, watching the "lens" from top to bottom, from day to night, the long team holding the bonfire, like a fire snake moving forward.

He didn't give Quan Linghan much advice, but there were two main ones.

One was the use and switching of the "lens". Many unique ways of expression are constantly superimposed. Without them, there would be too little color and it would look dry.

The other was about the selection of the "script".

How to maximize the impact?

It's not about making up new stories and showing your endless "ideas", but about changing the old stories and reinterpreting them!

The more familiar, the more shocking!

There are also some rules for choosing stories. First, they should be suitable for all ages, and second, they should not violate taboos.

The "lens" on Long Ling Xiao zoomed in, and they were face to face with the fire snake under the night sky. People were in tatters, with dishevelled hair and dirty faces.

It turned out to be a team of old, weak, sick and disabled refugees!

The brothers' discussion gradually subsided, and they were fully focused.

There was no noise in the picture, only the crackling of the torches in the hands of the soldiers and the hard and tired breathing of the refugees.

Many refugees' faces were even familiar.

"Brother Xu, that refugee looks like you."

The picture changed during the discussion.

The big flag with the word "gan" fluttered in the wind.

The light and shadow kept changing.

The mermaid outside the theater dubbed in order. Within half a minute, the protagonist and supporting roles appeared one by one, and the story began. A sense of familiarity surged in my heart.

"The Palace of Eternal Life?"

Long Eying guessed.

"The Palace of Eternal Life" is a classic play, which tells the story of a certain emperor of Dahuang in the past who brought great disaster to the Dahuang Dynasty due to his stupidity and corruption, so that the dynasty was almost destroyed, and the love and hatred between the emperor and his concubine were mixed in the middle.

She pulled Liang Qu's sleeve, wanting her guess to be recognized, but there was no response.

Turning her head.

I found Liang Qu leaning against the back of the chair in a daze, his face half bright and half dark in the reflection of the firefly, revealing an eye that didn't blink, as if hiding endless emotions and stories, so——·

Lonely?

"Huh!"

Liang Qu's eyes flickered brightly, like a drowning mortal, breathing greedily one after another.

How long has it been.

Long.

Too long.

He never thought.

That ordinary feeling of comfort would one day be so rare and so precious.

Is life good now?

Five acres of pond, three courtyards, someone to take care of washing and cooking, only three days to go to the imperial capital, and a home, countless friends, a beautiful wife, two funny little maids at home, the quality of life is more dreamy than before.

Even dogs can be raised.

No need to worry about how much the dog food costs, no need to worry about the yard being too small for it to run.

If you say that life is not good, you don't need others, the hungry self in the past will come out and slap it.

Only one thing remains unchanged.

Human life is too worthless.

Tou Zhang, the Fish Gang, the Big Snake, the Ghost Mother Cult, and then there are the Jiaolong, the Great Snow Mountain, and the Weiguo Wusheng. From the harm of one person, the harm of a county, to the harm of the world, it seems that there will never be a complete sense of security.

All the beauty and peace are pinned on the patience of the Jiaolong, on the non-demonism of Beiting, Nanjiang and the Great Snow Mountain, and on the small balance of power.

Sometimes he would think.

Living too long is really a troublesome thing.

Morning fungi do not know the new moon and the full moon, and do not know the spring and autumn.

However, if you really wait for a thorough understanding, you will be worried about the cold winter in autumn or even summer.

Or being completely powerless may be a kind of luck, like an autumn insect falling into a corner and withering with the weeds.

There is a half-cold earth cave in front of him. Looking up, the treetops wrapped with poisonous snakes are hung with nuts that barely survive the winter.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the wheel of history will roll forward, from family to sect, from sect to dynasty,

constantly creating a world that is more suitable for most people to live in.

Tall.

It's not easy to be one·—

The corner of the clothes was pulled.

Liang Qu broke away from his thoughts and met E Ying's eyes.

Long E Ying pulled her sleeves hard, Liang Qu struggled for a moment, and then lay down in the direction of the force on her sleeves.

The light and shadow projection of the curtain changed.

Liang Qu fell horizontally on the bench, and had to curl up his legs because of the obstruction of the armrest.

Long E Ying gently patted Liang Qu's back.

She felt that she knew many secrets of Liang Qu, who could transform into a white ape, from a human to a monster, and from a monster to a human. No matter his ideas or abilities, he could be called omnipotent and almighty.

The despair of the Dragon People's struggle in the past was solved when he met the elders, and there was no heavy burden anymore.

But every time I think so, it is like an iceberg hidden under the water, revealing a new corner.

Her loneliness and uneasiness are gone.

What are the loneliness and uneasiness of the elder?

The zither is playing.

A faint fragrance emanates from the white fur coat.

Liang Qu looked at the curtain, smelled the fragrance, and felt a little sleepy.

On the curtain, the army rushed into the palace with weapons and horses, burning, killing and looting.

Yang Dongxiong felt that there were many unreasonable places. The people who rehearsed had no combat thinking at all. Many scenes were even a little petty. The strength should not be very good. Just when he was serious, his arm was bumped by someone. Xu pointed to Liang Qu and Long Eying who were sitting next to him.

With a sidelong glance, Yang Dongxiong didn't care. Young people, what's so strange about being sticky.

But Xu, who was obviously in her 40s, looked younger and younger, and her temper seemed to have returned to the past.

The children's behavior was also fresh.

Seeing that Yang Dongxiong didn't react, Xu was dissatisfied.

Boom!

The pillars collapsed, and flames rose.

The light and shadows gradually dimmed.

One act lasted about 15 to 25 minutes.

A play usually lasted more than an hour.

If the full play of "The Palace of Eternal Life" was performed, it would take at least several nights. Quan Linghan did not get rid of the daily thinking and completely adapted it, but still tried his best to compress it into three parts, one hour each.

One part was finished.

The lights came on.

Everyone was still silent, and they felt a little empty when they stayed where they were.

Awakening from a big dream.

From Liang Qu's perspective, the plot was not very exciting.

It was just right.

Even quite "mediocre"

Apart from the emperor's stupidity, the Palace of Eternal Life originally had a description of love. Once a wicked person has a tragic past, he will have the so-called character arc, which is easy to attract sympathy from others, but Quan Linghan replaced Dahuang's background with Dagan, which was quite "flattering", and naturally deleted all the sympathy and removed the beautiful love.

The innocent concubine became the demon queen.

The emperor was not only incompetent, but also tyrannical.

But there was no need for any plot at all. The appearance of cloth shadow was the biggest highlight!

It can be called an epoch-making entertainment method!

Maybe one day, the Holy Emperor in the imperial capital will also come to the south of the Yangtze River to taste it!

In silence.

Xu Zishuai said half a sentence: "The price of Longling Xiao will increase in the future."

Everyone was suddenly pulled out of their immersed thoughts.

I still remember that Tianbo Chamber of Commerce auctioned a piece of Longling Xiao, which was 58,000 at that time, a high price of nearly 60,000.

Xiang Changsong turned around and leaned on the back of the chair, looking back at Lu Gang: "Brother Lu, you have a wide range of connections and know many material merchants. Hurry up and stock up a few pieces! If you make a profit from the difference, treat us to a meal!"

"And Master's wife, isn't the Xu family doing cloth business? The connections should be wider. It's profitable before the name comes out."

"Stock up one piece." Lu Gang said shockingly.

"When?"

"The year before last, when my junior brother released the blue cat and brown rat, and the county magistrate Quan came to ask if he could open a theater, I asked my junior brother if there was any chance. However, it was hard to find Long Ling Xiao. It took more than two years to receive three pieces. I kept one and my master's wife kept two."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, senior brother?"

"We discussed it in the ice house that day. You said you didn't have the capital, so you just laughed and left it alone."

"Huh?"

"Jiangchuan County will be great in the future."

Yu Dun sighed.

Everyone agreed silently, and in a trance, they saw the crowds after the New Year.

"Why do I always feel that Pingyang has changed a lot since my junior brother came?"

Xu Zishuai rubbed his chin.