A stick of incense from Wu Shuang's mouth was enough for the boy to take a nap on the beach for an hour. It was not until he opened his eyes that he saw a beam of white light roaring from the southeast corner. He picked up the boy without any explanation and headed straight for Qinghe Garden. Yun Zhong stood unsteadily and firmly grasped Wu Shuang's sleeve. He turned his head slightly and looked back. He saw a bare black short stick chasing after him like a meteor. There was also a picture of Yin and Yang fish as high as two people hanging on the tail. The yin and yang embraced each other, and the pressure made the young man gasp for breath. The young man didn't know that the white-bearded old Taoist behind him was the leading Qimen formation master in the Taoist sect. Yin Yang Tu and Tu Fu Chen, even Wu Shuang had to go all out. Therefore, under the pressure of this formation, the young man originally listened to He's relaxed heartstrings tightened again.
"Why don't I just take your two jars of fifty-year-old Shuoshu and look at your stingy energy of blowing your beard and staring?" After saying these words, the young man belatedly realized that the master was holding two jars of old wine in his arms. At that time, he didn't care about the fear of heights or the majestic pressure behind him. He had not been in the mood to drink for several days. When he smelled this through the yellow mud wine jar, he immediately felt a little excited and whispered a few words in Master's ear. , the old and the young looked at each other and smiled, quite like thieves.
The old Taoist finally caught up with the two drunkards. Not to mention how outstanding the old Taoist's cultivation was, but two miles away from Qingheyuan's residence, Wu Shuang's natal sword suddenly stopped moving, as if waiting for the old Taoist in place, shaking Swinging and swinging in the air. The angry old Taoist grabbed the wine jar in Wu Shuang's hand and turned around to leave, but felt something was wrong with the weight in his hand. He took a closer look and saw that there was still half a drop of wine? The two drunkards drank two jars of wine completely on the road, and they were as drunk as mud. When the young man saw the old man coming, he was not afraid at all, said "good wine", and then fell drunk on the sword, head and feet down. Fall into a deep sleep.
The old Taoist stepped forward, carefully measured Yun Zhong for a long time, and then sighed: "You are still smart enough to come up with this trick." He couldn't help sighing in his heart, this young man had obviously been cultivating Qi and unblocking acupuncture points non-stop all the way. Already exhausted both physically and mentally, he relied on his remaining energy to hold on. However, his heartstrings were too tight, like an arrow on the string, and it was difficult to retreat. There was always a sense of morbid excitement. What Wu Shuang was doing now made the young man listen to the load and relax his heartstrings. Then he used his hand to apply pressure, tightened his heartstrings, and drank another bottle to completely relax the young man's mind. This method of tightening and loosening made the antelope hang its horns, smooth and natural. The old Taoist asked himself that he was indeed inferior to Wu Shuang's training disciple. Back then, he regarded himself as The disciples in the mantle were sent to Wu Shuang's sect. It seemed that this was not a bad thing.
In the end, the old Taoist did not beat Wu Shuang to vent his anger. Instead, he picked up the fly whisk and waddled back to the mountains to practice cultivation. A hermit with his level of cultivation should be able to teach his disciples and disciples. He was like a wandering crane in the sky. There are only a few people who have no fixed residence in the country. Perhaps because of the Taoist family tradition, they are indifferent and have no worries, so they have a good reputation for their conduct in society. Even Wu Shuang, who is picky in every way, can't find fault with him, so he has many contacts.
Wu Shuang spent a lot of effort to move the boy to the wooden bed in his residence. Suddenly he found that the boy's stature seemed to be two points taller than a few months ago. He was already two or three fingers taller than him. He felt a little depressed for a moment and put down his sleeping clothes. The fat shopkeeper, who was a sleepy young man, sighed softly, opened the door curtain, and went out to relax. Originally, he thought that by loosening his heartstrings, the young man could use his energy to listen to the load, in exchange for a clear circulation of Zhou Tian's energy. Now it seems that there is indeed a long way to go before the young man can complete Zhou Tian's Qi.
"There is indeed not enough time to waste." The swordsman raised his head, with a rare sad look on his face.
As evening approached, the weather became much cooler. Many young ladies and young masters in the eunuchs' families, who had been depressed all day, quickly took advantage of the evening meal to get out of their strict golden and jade cages and went straight to the overpass to see some new things. , try painting candy figures in the east, and take a look at flying flowers in the west, it’s a great pleasure. The flying flowers here are not just falling flowers whirling on the branches as usual, but a unique craft, also known as flying flowers. It usually involves setting up a four-cornered flower shed more than one foot high in a wide space, with freshly cut green willow branches spread on the top. The craftsmen burn the iron into hot gold water and raise it to the top of the flower shed. The golden water splashes in all directions. It can splash several feet away, like fireworks and red flowers blooming nearby, it is really beautiful.
When I got tired of waiting and watching, I went straight to the high platform in the middle. Naturally, there were theater troupes singing in turns, with dozens of seats. There were also spacious covered bridges on both sides of the high platform. There were hundreds of them in total, enough for nearby dignitaries to bring their families. Take a seat.
Today it is the turn of Qinghe Garden, but there is only one Yan Siguan painting faces in the background.
"It's ridiculous. There's a martial arts student with a sinister look behind the stage, and he's still very good at singing? What? The wife of the leader of the class at Tsinghua Garden ran away with someone else. Looking at your strong physique, why didn't you chase her back?"
"In my opinion, Qingheyuan has not been included in the theater troupe for a long time. Why bother to share the days for no reason? After one performance, the scattered money will be tight to hand over and worship, and it will be wasted in vain. I heard that you have two skills, it is better to learn the skills of those people Han, if you practice a career that breaks big stones, you won't lose face by running away from your wife like your miserable class leader."
The actor was sharp-tongued and happened to be a few actors with shrill voices. Under the malicious slander, it made people's ears noisy and messy. However, upon closer inspection, the man with the painted face did not move his right hand holding the pen at all, as if He was used to being ridiculed by this group of women with guns and sticks, so he didn't even raise his eyelids. He just sat in front of the bronze mirror and carefully painted the martial arts face.
"It's so boring. It's like a rotten wooden pile with moss growing on the roadside. Just don't pay attention to him." The leading woman's stage name is Ni Su. As for her life, it doesn't matter. Even she herself never mentions her family name. . The woman wears heavy make-up and has extremely thin lips. Just by looking at her face, she looks like a sharp-tongued lady. In fact, she is indeed the case. This woman claims to be the number one actress in the 180-mile radius of Caixiantan, but she was suppressed by the wife of the leader of Qingheyuan. I have tried it several times, but I still don’t repent. I want to play against her in front of a group of noble people. I deliberately mischief and propose to sing a lotus stage. In this play, the heroine of Qingheyuan plays the role of only two lines in the whole scene. The lyrics are only a dozen words in total.
However, when she first appeared on the stage, Nisu was completely defeated and had to leave the stage in embarrassment, causing the audience to burst into laughter. As for the reason, it is the first line of Hua Dan's lyrics in Qinghe Garden. The first half of the line is light and high-spirited, and the second half of the line is gentle and low, just like the flying snow goose. The connection is wonderful. Although the face is covered with a round fan, the audience seems to see The woman is shy and her eyes are like the spirited vixen in the painting, seducing three souls and two souls. This shows the exquisiteness of her singing, which is truly superb. It's a pity that since the hostess stopped appearing on the stage, there have been more and more people singing Nisu. Although she is shorter than the hostess of Qingheyuan, after all, she has also worked hard on her singing and it sounds good. Therefore, everyone has gradually become accustomed to singing the leading role of Huadan. The title was given to Ni Su.
At this time, three gongs were sounded from the high platform, which meant that Jiao'er should enter at this time. Upon hearing the gongs, all the female actors led by Nisu stopped and watched, waiting for the unknown Yan Siguan to make a fool of himself in public. On the other hand, Yan Si But he sat firmly in his original position without any movement.
"Hey, the black boy has stage fright?" A woman next to Nisu said in a strange tone, not caring about Yan Siguan at all. A silly martial artist from a small theater troupe can cause any kind of trouble, but in the end he doesn't end up leaving in embarrassment, so he becomes more and more confident.
"I'm waiting for someone. Besides, who told you that I will sing the drama today?"
Yan Siguan finally spoke, and then looked at the covered bridges on both sides of the platform.
Three feet of red silk slipping down like water.
ps. I’ve been busy signing contracts recently, so I really don’t have time. I’ll update you one after another, so don’t hit me! I will bite!
