Chapter 609: Master's Little Phoenix (22)

Take a look! The housekeeping track of our Kunlun puppet class "Queqiao Club" is about to start~! ”

As he shouted, there were even more tourists gathered around to see the excitement.

Xiang Xing learned from the onlookers that this puppet class is a well-known troupe in the Kunlun area, and it is famous for performing puppet puppet shows.

The puppet puppet craftsmen are also not idle, not only the puppet dance is vivid and lifelike, but also the opera is also very good.

It's just that this puppet class will only make a special trip to Kunlun City to perform on a big festival like Qixi Festival, and it is very casual on weekdays, they are all wandering around, and they will only perform on stage when they are interested.

Therefore, it is very rare to encounter a puppet show of a puppet class, not only for the people of Kunlun City, but also for tourists from all over the world.

Listening to the discussion of the people around him, the little guy suddenly felt that he had hit a big luck, and his soft eyes were full of anticipation.

Soon, the show began.

As the name suggests, "Queqiao Club" sings the protagonist of the begging festival - the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

Under the traction of the craftsman, the two puppets who play the role of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are really like coming to life.

The performance begins and ends, accompanied by the gripping chanting of the craftsmen, which is soft and poignant.

made the surrounding audience gradually listen to it stupidly.

The sensual little girls quietly wiped their tears with handkerchiefs.

Soon, the performance reached the climax of the magpie bridge, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl reunited.

Melodious string music sounded, and everyone only listened to "Bang! With a bang, a thick white fog suddenly exploded on the stage.

The fog dispersed, as if it had become a misty galaxy.

Immediately after, only to hear the chirping sound everywhere, a group of lifelike puppet magpies flew in, forming a bridge across the galaxy.

The most amazing thing is that each magpie, whether it is a call or a posture, is different, and if it were not for a silver thread attached to their backs, almost everyone would have regarded these wooden birds as living creatures.

However, all this is serious to Xiang Xing, and it is really different.

She had already seen that the group of wooden magpies in front of her were actually made of bird spirits.

Even the two puppets that play the role of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are two plant spirits.

Of course, these are just low-level spirits.

The one who really controls them behind the scenes, directing the entire puppet show, is a big goblin with even higher spiritual power.

And, in terms of breath, it is very similar to her.

Not only was the spiritual power fluctuation of her phoenix spirit tail feathers, but she also faintly noticed that the other party was also a bird.

In this case, there is a chance that she is looking for this trip!

Thinking about it, the little guy nodded, and couldn't help but hang down his little hand and rub the head of the duck duck who was dozing off on the side.

[Duck, take a look at the GPS map.] ]

[Hey.] ]

As soon as the words fell, the long-lost GPS map appeared in front of Xiang Xing's eyes.

I saw that on the map, there was indeed a large pale cyan target point, located in the backstage of this troupe.

Knowing this result, Xiang Xing blinked his soft eyes, pulled up the duck and duck to get out of the audience.

However, the moment she turned around, she suddenly felt an inquiring gaze quietly poking over from the back of the troupe and landing on the back of her head.

The little guy paused, still pretending not to pay attention, and deftly got out.