Wang Tou came back to take revenge, which was another sigh of relief.

"What are you still discussing? Let's get to work."

Old man Zhao came over to disperse them, then looked at Chen Yuan, "Just come back. Think about what show to perform tonight, but if it's good, let's make up for last night's losses first."

Regarding what happened last night, he still felt sorry for the loss and asked Chen Yuan to quickly come up with a good show to make up for it. He didn't mention where Chen Yuan was hiding last night or whether he was injured.

Chen Yuan just smiled. Seeing that Leader Zhao was in a bad mood, he had to put his master's affairs aside and go there in the afternoon to buy some meat.

I returned to my own table and chair in the back hall, lit the oil lamp, spread out the paper, and wrote a few words, but I couldn't write. My mind was full of Taoist matters. I was so upset that I simply took the

Look at the "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan" next to it.

"Twenty miles northeast of Huangchuan there is a black valley, thirty feet wide, deep and with a bottom. There is a pool in the bottom, and black fish swim in it. During the famine years, some villagers ate by mistake due to hunger, turned into tigers, ran into the mountains and forests, and killed deer and deer.

He stayed at home to feed his women and children for three years. One night, at dusk, he turned into a human and knocked on the door of his house. The neighbors heard the sound and came out. Seeing this, his body and head looked like that of a tiger. He died of fear. The villagers drove away the tiger with sticks.

I ran into the mountains and forests with tears in my eyes, and the tigers howled again and again during the night, and they did not stop until dawn."

Um?

When turning over a page, the paper flickered under the light, and Chen Yuan vaguely saw that the handwriting on it had changed in the folded light. The lines of more than ten words were a lot thicker, as if they were specially marked.

'It's strange...it didn't change like this in the past.'

He turned the book to the first page, and sure enough, among the original slender and complicated fonts, there were also a dozen words that were emphasized under the light.

Could it be that I have the power to see it?

Chen Yuan suddenly took the brush beside him and copied down the emphasized words in the story "Paper Horse" one by one in order. After reading it carefully, he found that it was coherent, like a rhyme.

He wrote down the formula, looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, found a piece of discarded paper and folded it back and forth. After a moment, a small and exquisite paper frog suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, and then he gently put it on the table.

Chen Yuan followed the formula of the spell, followed the instructions taught by her master, and gently touched the frog's head.

Green light blooms slightly.

The light spread along the frog head made of paper, revealing the green skin, and a pair of round eyes rolled up their eye masks. However, when the blue light spread halfway, Chen Yuan felt dizzy, and the traces of magic power accumulated in his body

Empty and clean.

When he looked at the table, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he saw a green and shiny frog on the table. The lower half was still paper. He called out "quack" towards Chen Yuan, pulled the table with his forelimbs, climbed to the edge of the table and dropped it to the ground.

, a small cloud of smoke rose up with a bang, and turned into a paper frog again.

Chen Yuan looked at his hands excitedly, and tried a few more times without getting tired of it. Only once was he successful, and he transformed into a complete little frog, jumping back and forth between his palms and the table, and doing somersaults according to his instructions.

As soon as the spell was withdrawn, it turned into a paper frog again in his hand.

'If it were replaced by wood or metal, wouldn't it mean that we wouldn't be afraid of water and fire? We can put it away after use. Why would we just make it into a horse? Can't I carve a beautiful woman out of wood? Carve a Gatling...

..'

As soon as he thought of this idea, Chen Yuan's eyes fell on the wooden sculptures piled up in the background. After finishing what Old Man Zhao had ordered, he went to the street to buy pastries and cooked meat and quickly left Funiu Town and headed towards the mountain.

Following the footprints he had made before, he came to the grassy slope. Pieces of green grass rippled in the wind. There was no trace of the old man on the unobstructed hillside.

Looking around, Chen Yuan shouted with all her strength: "Master——"

All around, except for the voice drifting away in the wind, no old man responded at all. After waiting for half an hour, Chen Yuan had to return to the town at the foot of the mountain with regret.

In the next few days, in addition to buying live birds for practice according to the teachings, Chen Yuan ran to the mountains whenever he had time, but unfortunately he did not wait until the old man showed up.

On the evening of the fifth day after arriving, after performing a wood carving play "Drinking Down the Dangyang Bridge", Chen Yuan and three senior brothers were summoned together. They thought they were going to arrange another drama, but they saw that Old Man Zhao asked the helpers in the class to

The stage was dismantled and everything in the back hall was packed away.

"In the afternoon, I took on a big job. Liu Yuanwai in the city was going to put on a big show. He heard about our reputation in Funiu Town and invited a troupe to come over and sing a few songs. After everything was sorted out, we went there overnight. Anyway,

Not far."

The troupe's belongings were complicated, but they were quickly packed up. Three donkey carts were put away, and a group of more than ten people left Funiu Town and headed for Qingshan County. They traveled dozens of miles and it was already dark when they arrived.
Chapter completed!