Chapter 1083

All the way to the lobby of the Taoist temple, I saw that a stage had been set up on the yin-yang Taoist field where Li Yundong fought against the heroes. On the stage, a woman in costumes was singing a play. Under the stage, a group of people had Beijing Hu, erhu, Banhu, splint, Nao, bowl and drum.

At first glance, Li Yundong felt that the woman singing on the stage looked familiar. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "who is the woman singing? Why do I look familiar?"

Su Chan straightened her eyes and said, "isn't this my sixth martial uncle Cao Yi?"

Li Yundong was surprised. In his impression, Cao yiduanzhuang, the sixth martial uncle of fox Zen sect, was steady and could entrust great things. However, when the school suddenly changed, how could she put on her costume and sing?

Well, isn't that funny?

Li Yundong saw that the beautiful and dignified sixth martial uncle Cao Yi was as smooth as water on the stage, and the water sleeves were as cloud and fog. He had a deep foundation. Even if he was not a professional, he was also a senior fellow!

Cao Yi threw his sleeves on the stage, covered his face with his cuffs, sighed and sang: "Cry, husband. You are a short-lived ghost. If you don't know who's next to the pit, you'll kill your daughter-in-law. We're willing to guard your little orphan. There's no one in your family who can do anything. My mother-in-law's mouth is broken. She's looking for trouble, and my sister-in-law likes to scold people. The old man is 60 years old this year. I eat oranges and he peels them. I thought there's nothing else at that age Son, I didn't expect to be born worthless. If it weren't for my family, we would be sure. My friend, my friend! You have to wear a green hat after you die. "

Li Yundong listened to the opera with a mellow singing and a long and crisp voice. His words were clear. He suddenly took a breath of air conditioning and his eyes twitched. He ate and said, "isn't this the little widow going to the grave? When is it? How to sing the play? It's too bad!"

Su Chan pointed to several theatrical troupes under the stage and suddenly said, "ah, isn't that my third martial uncle Zhuang Yating, fourth martial uncle Chang Sun Hong and fifth martial uncle Liu Yuehong?"

At a glance, Li Yundong saw that there were several women in Taoist robes sitting in the troupe. They were Zhuang Yating, Chang Sun Hong and Liu Yuehong. One of them pulled Jinghu, one beat the board and one beat the drum. When he saw Cao Yi singing to the beauty, he also gave a cheering sound and shook his head. He was very intoxicated.

At this time, Li Yundong's mind was completely confused. He said, "this, what's going on?"

He was silly, but he saw that Cao Yi had sung to the end at this time. There was a burst of cheers and applause under the stage. A young fox Zen disciple shouted: "sixth martial uncle, your singing is more and more pure!"

Cao Yi covered his face with his sleeve on the stage and smiled. He flirted with the female disciples under the stage. His eyes were horizontal, his catkin pointed, and said, "dead ghost!"

The audience burst into laughter.