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Volume Two: The Edge of the Sword Appears Chapter 269: Disagreement

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    "Finally finished¡­¡­"

    At sunset, Liu Xiucai finished copying the last word, and subconsciously threw the pen in his hand on the ground, not wanting to pick it up again.

    Just after resting for a while, the monk¡¯s cry came from outside.

    He responded hurriedly, stood up with all his strength, gathered up the messy papers, folded them into a large pile, and sent them out. He couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Everyone said that the family is compassionate, but the monks of the White Horse Temple are like a ghost  ¡­¡±

    After taking the scripture, the monk said: "Liu Xiucai, I will send it to the Sutra Collection Pavilion for acceptance. I hope there is no problem."

    Hearing this, Liu Xiucai couldn't help but trembled. He fought continuously for five or six hours. During this period, he didn't have time to eat. He was dizzy and dizzy. It was inevitable that he would make some mistakes.  If it doesn't pass, it will be miserable.

    However, at this time, it is useless to talk too much. We can only pray for the Buddha's blessing, and the Sutra Pavilion will show its noble hand and will not care about some minor flaws.

    Returning to the room, I thought about it, but still felt uneasy.  Get a basin of cold water and put a handful on your face, stimulating your whole body and dispelling your sleepiness.

    About half an hour later, rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside.

    Hearing the governor's voice, Liu Xiucai secretly complained.

    "Liu Xiucai, Liu Xiucai, come out quickly!"

    Hesitating, he had no choice but to walk out. He saw an old monk following behind the Zhike monk. Looking at his clothes, he knew that his status was not low.

    "Are you Liu Xiucai, who copied the scriptures?"

    "It's just Xiaosheng."

    The old monk raised his hand and held up a piece of rice paper: "Let me ask you, what's going on with this piece of writing?"

    Liu Xiucai looked at it with wide eyes and couldn't help but say "ah".  He said hurriedly: "Master, this copybook was made by a young man who was busy and made a mistake. He accidentally mixed it into the scriptures."

    The old monk nodded.  Question: "Did you write it?"

    Liu Xiucai was startled and waved his hand quickly: "No, I got it by chance."

    "Do you know who did it?"

    Liu Xiucai shook his head and answered honestly: "I don't know."

    But my heart was pounding, and I didn¡¯t know why.

    The old monk pondered for a moment and suddenly said: "Liu Xiucai, how about passing this copybook to a poor monk?"

    The monk Nazhi Ke explained on the side: "Liu Xiucai, this is Master Luoyuan of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. He loves calligraphy most in his life."

    Liu Xiucai was relieved.  He smiled and said, "Master, if you like it, just take it."

    Master Liaoyuan said: "How can it be like this Well, let's do this, I will give you five hundred coins, what do you think?"

    "What?"

    Liu Xiucai almost jumped up.

    He went to pick up Ye Junsheng's calligraphy without thinking too much. He just thought the calligraphy was good and he could use it as a copying blueprint, that's all.

    Never dared to think about it.  Such copybooks can be sold for money.

    There is no other, just because the copybook itself is crumpled into a ball and full of creases.  To put it bluntly, this is a bad picture.

    ? plus no signature.  Without a seal, it is not considered a formal copybook work at all, worse than a draft.

    Can words like this be sold for money?

    Do you really think it¡¯s a calligraphy sage?

    Any word.  All can be sold at high prices.

    For a moment, Liu Xiucai was a little dizzy.  Can't turn a corner.

    Master Liaoyuan said: "Why, does the scholar think the price is low?"

    Liu Xiucai woke up from a dream.  He said hurriedly: "I don't dare, but I have more than a dozen paintings."

    Master Liaoyuan¡¯s eyes shone brightly, and he took a step forward: "There are more? Are they all written by one person? Take them out quickly. Each painting has 500 inscriptions. Many old monks want it."

    Hearing these words, Liu Xiucai almost burst into tears: "But I burned everything last night"

    My heart is bleeding. If there is no fever, how much can a dozen or twenty paintings be sold for?  With this kind of money, why do you need to rely on others and swallow your anger?  You can all stay in the famous "High-tech Inn" in the capital and have great talks with talented people from all over the world.

    regret but too late.

    "What, you burned everything?"

    Master Liaoyuan stamped his foot hard, looking at his expression, it seemed that he was in more pain than Liu Xiucai.

    ¡­¡­

    The place where the second son Ximen established the "Peking Opera Troupe" is located in the west district of the capital and is called "Jinyuan".

    The place is quite large, with pavilions, terraces and pavilions. There are also rockeries and flowing water, and the scenery is very pleasant.

    The buildings in the yard are divided into music clubs, singing clubs, miscellaneous clubs, etc. according to their functions. The division of labor is clear and the functions are complete.

    At this stage, more than thirty people have been recruited.  In the industry, it is considered a relatively large group.

      It can be seen that when the second son of Ximen agreed to set up a troupe, he did not do it half-heartedly. In fact, he put a lot of effort into it.

    After looking around, Ye Junsheng expressed that he was very satisfied.  Ye Junmei looked around curiously. When she met the old master inside, she kept asking questions, looking very interested.

    I didn¡¯t know it for a while, but I thought she wanted to learn art and perform on stage.

    The leader of the squad, known as "Lao Wang Zhang", traveled extensively and led regiments in many state capitals. This time, he was recruited by the second son of Ximen to take charge of Jinyuan.

    He is responsible for receiving the Ye brothers and sisters, and the second son Ximen has returned to Yangzhou long ago.

    In the living room, the guests and hosts were seated and tea was served. During this period, Ye Junmei asked about the rehearsal of "The Legend of the Matchmaker".

    Lao Wang Zhang frowned and said, "Is this originally written by Miss Ye?"

    Ye Junmei nodded.

    "Ahem, please forgive me for speaking bluntly, but this statement is a bit inappropriate."

    In today¡¯s world, ¡°beauties and talents¡± are the norm. In ¡°The Legend of Matchmaker¡±, there are beauties and talented people. The problem is that God unfolds and turns around. The talented people are finally ¡°robbed¡± by the maids and slaves around the beautiful lady.

    What kind of drama is this?

    Lao Wang Zhang has rich experience and has written countless scripts in his hands, but he has never seen such a plot before, which is quite difficult to accept.

    It¡¯s not that he is stubborn, but based on a lifetime of experience, he feels that if the troupe spends all their energy rehearsing this play, it will probably be a waste of money and the profits will be bleak.

    This is something he doesn¡¯t want to see, and he doesn¡¯t want to lose his reputation for half a lifetime.

    When the Second Young Master Ximen left, he did not reveal Ye Junsheng¡¯s origins. This was Ye Junsheng¡¯s special instruction. He did not want to reveal his identity and make it public and attract many onlookers.

    ¡°Perhaps his identity has long been known by some interested people, but the other party has an agenda, so it has not been exposed.

    Therefore, Lao Wang Zhang was polite to the Ye brothers and sisters on the surface, but in fact he didn't take them seriously.

    Hearing his comments, Ye Junmei's face turned a little red and he said: "Boss, just because the trend has not changed for many years and the times have settled, occasionally changing the routine may make everyone feel refreshed and look good."

    Lao Wang Zhang chuckled: "Miss Ye, what you said is wrong. People in the world tend to act based on habits. If you feel that the plot of the play does not suit the plot, you will not come to see it at all."

    It is impossible to tell the ugly Yinmao verbally when arguing about such an issue.  So Ye Junsheng said directly: "Board leader, Mr. Ximen should have given the order. You can just rehearse according to the script. As for the rest, there is no need to worry."

    "Old Wang Zhang was speechless. In the Tianhua Dynasty, the status of actors was humble. They had no right to speak, but

    He secretly said in his heart: "I must analyze my skills well and let Mr. Ximen know about it. How can I do this nonsense?"

    You must know that the cost of rehearsing a script on a large scale is not a small amount.

    PS: I recommend a new fairy tale book "Rebirth as a Mountain" by the author "One Eye Sees the End of the World", book number "2841013", there is endless land in the world, thirty-three days.

    Thirty-three days away is the fairyland.

    Human beings and immortals are not connected at all.

    By an accident, Shen An was reborn as a mountain. From then on, a divine peak reached the sky between heaven and earth.

    It¡¯s called: Not careful!

    If you like the book, please go and enjoy it!
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