Senior Superstar

In the system's skill dream, Li Shixin's state is very strange.

In this state, his self-awareness is still clear, and his control over his body is infinitely close to zero.

But at the same time, his thinking ability, memory, and especially the ability to feel the body are much, much stronger than when he was awake.

Feeling the girl's vocal chords, nasal cavities, and unique breath, and the lifelike boatman's chant, Li Shixin only felt that the human body is so miraculous.

While Li Shixin was shocked, the girl's performance continued.

After the boatman's chant, as she covered her mouth with her hand, the sound of a cargo ship raising its sails came out clearly.

Immediately afterwards, the waves of the canal, the rowing of the big ship, the bargaining of goods by the merchants, and the noise of the market with children playing, all floated out from behind the screen!

Through the gap in the screen, Li Shixin saw all the tea drinkers with their mouths wide open.

"God, Miss Miaoyin moved the canal of our Bianliang City behind the screen!"

With an admiration from unknown source, the girl behind the screen raised the corners of her lips.

Her eyes lightly landed on the corner of the teahouse. Seeing that the white-faced man who said her father was nothing but this just now also showed surprise, the girl took a deep breath.

In the next second, amidst the noise of the canal, a clear Guzheng sound jumped out!

It was as if the sound was illusory by the canal riverside, and all the people were captured by the guzheng.

With the sound of Guzheng strings, the noise on the canal gradually subsided.

Hearing the melodious and crisp guzheng at that time, and sometimes falling like pearls on a jade plate, several diners in the lobby stood up with a "hoo".

"This is the preface to "Guangling San" written by Master Xue of Guangcui Building! Is Master Xue here?"

"Hey! Mr. Liu is just a footman, this is obviously the ventriloquism of Miss Miaoyin, how can there be any masters?"

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong. This "Guangling San" has been lost for a long time, and it has become extinct. Master Xue is famous in Bianliang for restoring this small preface. Last year, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I had a kiss with my friends in Guangcuilou. I have heard of Master Xue’s piano skills, when Master Xue played the seven strings of civil and martial arts, and the streets were quiet! The second string of this song is the same as the first string, and no one else can imitate it! It is definitely Master Xue!”

In the astonishment of the crowd, the white-faced man frowned. After looking at the screen steadily, he got up from his seat, and strode to the screen with the fearful servant beside him.

In front of everyone, he pulled the screen aside.

As the screen was opened, the white-faced man and all the tea guests froze.

Where is there any Xue everyone?

It's just a long table, a girl wearing a veil in a pocket to hide her face.

In everyone's amazement, the girl put down her little hand covering her mouth, and looked at the white-faced man steadfastly—the preface to the once-famous "Guangling San" was over.

"The officials think my father's skills are inferior to Liba people. This section, is it still so sunny that it can win the ears of the officials?"

Facing the girl's teasing, the white-faced man blushed, and a trace of anger disappeared in his eyes. But then, he laughed again.

"Although it is a parrot learning the tongue, it has also learned seven points of the charm of this Bianliang Shengjing. Not bad, really not bad."

After taking a deep look at the girl, the white-faced man hooked his hands at the servant behind him. Immediately, an ingot of golden pancake landed on the long table with a bang.

"good!"

With the muffled sound of gold hitting the long table, cheers erupted in the teahouse.

Dr. Tea, holding a copper plate, saw the timing and walked into the hall. The crackling copper coins poured into the big copper plate like flowing water.

The girl behind the long table pursed her lips when she saw this scene, and pulled the old man beside her.

"Father, I still want to eat Xiangtangzi!"

"If it were a man, how wonderful it would be, how wonderful it would be."

What responded to her was the melancholy on the old man's face.

After that day, Miaoyin became famous in Bianliang City.

Not everyone can afford to go to Guangcui Tower, and even if they are rich, Xue Linger and everyone can't just meet each other. There are often rumors among scholars in the market that this Master Xue has long been honored by the current emperor as a concubine because of his good piano skills.

It is not known whether it is true or not, but those officials said that today's good calligraphy and painting are fond of Goulan, and this is probably true.

Whether it is true or not, everyone Xue's piano skills have become a swan song.

In this way, the wonderful sound of "Guangling Sanxu" can be played with a single tongue, and it has become the favorite of the romantic and refined scholars in Bianliang City.

Since that day, countless people have come here to fill the teahouse. Not for drinking tea, not for chatting, just to spend a few big bucks listening to the rumored "Guangling Sanxu" that can only be enjoyed by the Holy Majesty—even if it is fake.

At the request of countless guests who came here for fame, Miaoyin will present such a short section every day after the blind performance.

Unlike the blind man who likes to imitate flowers, birds and animals, the bamboo forest is quiet and natural. What Miaoyin likes most is the anecdotes in the market in Bianliang City; except for the famous song "Guangling San", the neighbors along the canal, scholars and beautiful women, children and old women are all her objects of imitation.

Gradually, Miaoyin's reputation gradually surpassed that of the "blind husband".

With Miaoyin's performances again and again, Li Shixin gradually became proficient in ventriloquist skills.

The days go by like this, every day seems to be the same.

Until that day. The number of customers in the teahouse suddenly decreased a lot, and even those who sat down to drink tea were no longer interested in Bianliang's usual ventriloquist.

"Have you heard, the golden man is calling!"

"That's right, the Holy Majesty has issued the "Edict of Guilt", presumably because the war is tight and the current situation is not good!"

Sitting behind the screen, listening to the discussions of the tea guests, Miaoyin stopped what she was doing.

"Officer, is the golden man so powerful?"

"Miss Miaoyin doesn't know, this golden man is amazing. How arrogant was the Liao Kingdom back then? This golden man took over and changed the world. Now that we are sending troops to the Great Song Dynasty again, I'm afraid it will be more or less ominous. "

Seeing the sad faces of the scholars in the teahouse through the screen, Miaoyin wrinkled her nose.

She didn't understand before why her father always said that he was just a boy. Now, looking at the men who are full of teahouses with sad faces, they look like daughters. She didn't understand any more.

If you don't understand, you don't understand, but you still have to live.

Although the bad news about the war in the market frequently came, but the pig-killing alley, Mahang Street, Panlou Street, and Youyemen in Bianliang City did not stop making a living.

Small singing, pur singing, Zaju, puppet, and shadow play business, with the decadence of the current situation, are more prosperous than the Qingping days.

When people feel flustered, they prefer to find some fun to make themselves comfortable.

But it didn't take long for the artists to have a good time, and Bianliang City became chaotic.

First, the current emperor gave way to his son, and Xuanhe changed Jingkang.

It didn't take long for the Jin people to hit the city of Bianliang. The emperor and ministers hastily sent envoys to negotiate a peace, and the Jin people agreed to withdraw their troops. But he made a request - 100 million taels of gold, one billion taels of silver, and 10 million bolts of silk.

The people of Bianliang City saw carts of treasures in the palace being sent out of the city.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that these things are far from enough compared with the requirements of the golden man. Just as most people in the same city were worried, the wealthy households in Miyagi were ruined in a few days. As countless families were raided by the hasty imperial guards, the team of horses and horses sending gold and silver outside the city grew stronger again.

But people with discerning eyes can still see it, which is still not enough.

Certainly not enough.

After working together for half a month, the entire city was searched for gold and silver, but there was only a few hundred thousand taels of gold and more than seven million taels of silver. Fortunately, Jin Ren is generous, and I heard that the princess and royal relatives are beautiful. Xu paid off the debt with his wife, and gave a price: Emperor Ji and Wangfei each had 1,000 ingots of gold, Zongji had 500 ingots of gold each, clan concubines had 200 ingots of gold, clan wives had 500 silver ingots, and clan wives each had 500 ingots of gold. Two hundred ingots of silver, and one hundred ingots of silver for each of the noble relatives.

Just like that, with millions of taels of gold and tens of millions of taels of silver, a large group of women and the cedetors of Zhongshan, Hejian, and Taiyuan withdrew their troops.

The gold man who took the benefits left, but Bianliang City fell to pieces like a house that had been looted by robbers.

No one went to the washrooms on Maxing Street and Panlou Street. Killing Pig Alley, the Goulan Gate of the right Yemen is empty.

Without money, even self-numbing has no capital.

But Blind Xianggong and Miaoyin are still walking in the teahouse.

When the times are good, someone rewards pancakes, and when you get off the teahouse, you can eat fragrant pancakes. When the current situation is not good, the ventriloquism of "Bianliang Liu" can also be mixed with three or two simple meals.

It's just that Miaoyin, whose reputation has surpassed that of the "blind husband" before, is not popular anymore; hearing Miaoyin's mouth about the prosperity and prosperity of the past,

Inside and outside the teahouse, there will always be people crying, beating their chests and stamping their feet, pointing at the heavens and cursing the saint for being stupid, treacherous ministers for harming the country, and frontier troops for being incompetent.

Every time at this time, the shopkeeper of the teahouse patted the notes written on the pillars of the teahouse bitterly - don't talk about state affairs, don't talk about current affairs.

Compared with the prosperity in Miaoyin's dream, Mr. Blind's tranquility and nature won the hearts of the people again.

However, even such days did not last long.

A few months later, just after receiving the benefits, he thought that Huo Song was still a rich Jin man, so he called again.

In August Gengxu, Wanyan Zonghan sent troops out of Datong. On the eighth day of September, Wanyan Zongwang sent his troops out of Baozhou. Xinle fell on September 15th, and Taiyuan fell on September 21st. All the way to Klonde, across Mengjin, the soldiers pointed at Xijing, and Yong'an surrendered without a fight.

Just over two months later, Bianliang, which was just over half a year away from the war, was again crushed by the army.

In front of the screen of the teahouse, there was finally no one left. Before that, all the materials in the family were looted, and he lost his livelihood. The blind husband, who had always been in poor health, passed away on a rainy night not long after.

On Bingchen day in November, the city was broken.

After begging for a straw mat for his father and burying him behind the house, Miaoyin heard that bandit soldiers had entered the city.

Before she had time to burn the paper money for her dead father, several palace officials came to the door led by the shopkeeper of the teahouse.

"The Holy Majesty calls you into the palace."

Listening to the palace official's words, Miaoyin was stunned. She couldn't figure out what the emperor, who had lost his country and made countless people miserable, was looking for him at this juncture.

Through the indignant narration of the palace official, Miaoyin realized that it was a few hours ago that the general of the Jinren stood in the palace overlooking the smoky Bianliang, and expressed emotion;

I heard that the southern region is rich and prosperous, especially Bianjing, where the four seasons are like spring, famous courtesans and beautiful women, scholars and talents, there are countless of them, and it is truly a grand scene in the world. I have been fascinated by this scene for a long time, and now I can finally see it when I bring troops here. But it's a pity to see the chaos in the empty city and not see the grand scene of the past.

Meanwhile, Emperor Fei, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, took the opportunity to say that he had heard Miaoyin's ventriloquism in Goulan before, and offered to make Miaoyin use his ventriloquist to imitate the grand scene of Bianjing for the generals of the Jin Dynasty to watch.

Hearing this, Miaoyin smiled.

She remembered what her father had muttered countless times before he was alive, and was still chanting until he was dying-if you were a man, it would be fine.

"What about the boy?"

On the carriage leading to the palace, Miaoyin said with a sad smile.

"What did the little lady say?"

Facing the palace official's question, Miaoyin shook her head.

Walking through the dilapidated alleys, passing by the Goulan mansion where women were crying and screaming, and bandits were shouting wantonly, Miaoyin finally, led by the palace officials, came to the hall that she had watched countless times.

On the dragon chair carved with purple and gold dragons, a golden man with a machete hanging from his waist was sitting there.

Beside him, there was a man with white face and short beard kneeling.

The purple gold dragon robe on the man's body was torn to pieces by someone, and the golden dragon with its crippled claws hung down its crotch like a dead snake.

With just one glance, Miaoyin recognized the man.

It was the same person who said that Dad's ventriloquism was only so good in the teahouse before, and later rewarded himself with a golden pancake.

"Your Majesty, this is the wonderful man I once met at Goulan, who can imitate the prosperous scenery of Bianliang with just one mouth."

Seeing the once invincible person, now flattering the golden man on his head with indescribable flattery, Miaoyin smiled slightly.

"Officer, are you safe?"

"Little lady, don't talk too much, quickly show your superb oral skills to the king and the generals!"

Facing the order, the girl smiled.

"Okay, I want four screens, a long table, a ruler, and a silk handkerchief."

Although the palace has been swept away by Jin Bing, but these are not rare things. Immediately, four screens surrounded the center of the hall.

The girl took a deep look at the emperor who was kneeling on the ground, and the princes and ministers who were trembling like quails in the hall, walked into the screen and sat down calmly.

On the dragon chair, Jin Shuai, who had long been looking forward to the beauty of the Central Plains, sat up straight.

But a moment passed, and the "Voice of the Prosperous Age" portrayed by the abandoned emperor under his feet behind the screen did not appear for a long time.

"Why haven't you started yet?"

Faced with the urging, the waste emperor frowned, kowtowed and got up from the ground, walking towards the small world surrounded by four screens.

"Why doesn't the little lady perform arts?"

From the screen, a clear and beautiful voice sounded.

"The officials want to see the prosperity of Bianliang?"

"Don't talk too much, little lady, hurry up."

He urged him again, but there was no answer from the screen.

The emperor lost his patience,

He pulled back a corner of the screen.

As the screen was lifted, a soft and sticky object fell on his face with a "snap".

"ah!!!"

After seeing clearly what was on his face, and the moment he saw the girl in the screen, Emperor Fei screamed and fell to the ground.

The four screens were also swept down by him in a panic.

Behind the long table, the girl looked at the princes and ministers in the hall. The dignified men pursed their lips.

Amidst the panic and screams in the hall, the girl whose clothes were covered in blood from her mouth finally spoke.

A mouthful of blood, with a pile of minced meat, spurted out of her mouth.

"Pooh!"

The bed in the bedroom.

Li Shixin suddenly opened his eyes wide, and moved his tongue with lingering fear.

Although he had woken up from the dream, the moment Miaoyin bit off his tongue, the pain was so painful that it was still hitting his cavity and the root of his tongue.

Li Shixin couldn't help but swallow his saliva because of the tingling numbness and pain.

At this moment, the system beeped again.

drop!

[Lost ventriloquist] The skill dream is over, and the skill has been fully mastered.

Explanation: Whoever you love me like, I can give you the voice you want. But if the prosperous age can only be whitewashed by verbal imitation, I'm sorry, I can't learn this prosperous age.

After deeply reading the new string of affixes in the skill description, Li Shixin got up from the bed.

At this time, his phone rang. On the display, the "Aid Korea Memorial Hall" is displayed.

I wrote more than 2,000 words last night, but the plot is incomplete, so I posted it together today, four thousand and five chapters, please ask for a monthly ticket!