Many years later, all the wealthy people present can still describe this grand scene vividly to others, with pride in their brows.
The red silk flows down from the covered bridge like a waterfall, and like brocade flowers, it complements the lanterns and the fire platform. The lights welcome it, adding a third of wealth. In the red silk as thick as rouge, it suddenly slips out of place. The beauty in red dress has a look of hope in her smile, just like the little girl next door who has just grown up. She jumped across the seat and climbed to the high platform. Her red lips parted and she sang:
"It's windy and rainy outside the Spring Flower Pavilion. How can the sad sounds find loneliness?"
If you see a sedan chair across the curtain, you must be walking across Magpie Bridge for the newlyweds.
We need to have all the fun on auspicious days, so why bother feeding Yaolian with tears and rain. "
The singing is melodious and high-pitched, like a cuckoo crying for blood and an oriole lost in the flock. Instead, the sudden opening of the door in a low place is better than raindrops falling from the sky. It trembles in the heart before it hits the catkins.
"Mo Yun, it's her who's on stage?" For some reason, Ni Su was frightened and unsteady at this moment. She almost knocked over the teapot of a distinguished person sitting on the archway and disturbed the performance. This was the most taboo thing on and off the stage. First, I can't save face, and secondly, when the handyman wipes the table, he has to be distracted. If it was an ordinary opera, it would be fine, but since the woman named Mo Yun came on stage, Ni Su was naturally not a role player. She was pushed by this noble man and staggered, sitting on the ground, but she was still losing her mind. After muttering something, the women on the left and right saw that something was not going well, apologized a few words, and pushed Nisu half-pushed and half-carried off the covered bridge, which was quite embarrassing.
"Master, this Mo Yun's singing voice is really amazing. I'm afraid that even in the capital, she can win the title of second or higher among the many famous singers, right?" A man dressed as a servant took advantage of the pause and lowered his head as if to please, The rich man sitting next to him asked in his ear.
"Second place? It's hard to say." The wealthy businessman responded, his eyes still fixed on the actress in red dress on the stage, his eyes bright. "What I'm saying is that the capital city is deep in water. This remote and remote place is respected, but when you get to the capital city, it's hard to stand out and cannot compare with the established players."
"You know a lot about it." The rich man took advantage of the rare opportunity and hurriedly poured tea into his mouth to moisten his throat that was dry from the praise. He stretched out his thumb with his left hand and raised it three times, "I'm afraid that person will see you. They must enshrine this woman as a treasure. As for the so-called great people in the capital, let alone the second best, even the number one scholar is not worthy of carrying her shoes. Diligence in singing can make up for it, but the charm of singing has been devoted to it for decades. You may not be able to learn it through hard work. But today's victory is in this fantastic opening. As for the voice, maybe it has not been on stage for a long time, and it is a bit rusty, but it doesn't matter. After this time, Qingheyuan climbed up a high branch and came back to life, and then went on stage. Of course, the number of times will also increase, just practice your voice back."
Early in the morning of the next day, Wu Shuang was awakened by the noise of people in her sleep. Not far away, Yun Zhongyi sat up from the bed with his head drooping, stretched out the joints around his body, stretched his waist and twisted his back, and his energy and energy improved a lot. , although there is still a dull pain in my mind, but compared to the pain of the past few days, I don't know how much more comfortable it is. Now I look at Wu Shuang in confusion, still a little confused. The two of them went out to take a look, only to see the strong man standing at the entrance of the hospital, struggling to hold the door with his shoulders. The roar of people outside the door almost pushed Wu Shuang's head open. The two of them helped Yan Siguan hold up the crumbling courtyard gate, and then asked about the reason.
"You've been making a fuss together for a long time, all just to catch a glimpse of your class leader's wife, Fangze?" Wu Shuang was surprised. He had never seen anything like this before. Even the actors from prosperous counties in major capitals were at most sought after when singing. , got off the stage and took off his costume. Not to mention that no one was interested, and it was not such a big battle. Judging from the noise level, there were probably at least thirty or forty people outside the door, so Wu Shuang couldn't help but look at a few people. At the gate of Yan Temple, this man looks ordinary at first glance. He has roots in his step as he walks. He probably has practiced some unknown internal martial arts, and the level is not shallow. Otherwise, it would be difficult for one person to withstand the entrance of the hospital, making the outside of the hospital difficult. The group couldn't break in. Wu Shuang was well-informed, but there were always new ways of boxing that he had never seen before. For a while, he couldn't tell which boxing style this man was practicing.
The people outside the hospital were unable to attack for a long time, so naturally they didn't want to waste any more time, so they had to retreat angrily, muttering unlucky words. At this time, the door in the middle of the courtyard opened, and a man with an upright appearance walked out. He greeted Wu Shuang with a warm smile, and invited Wu Shuang and Yunzhong to sit down at the small stone table in the courtyard. Yan Siguan came from the side. A pot of tea and three teacups were brought to the house, and the three of them sat down in the small courtyard.
"I am the leader of Qinghe Garden. I was busy with my wife's appearance on the stage in the past two days. I didn't even know that the distinguished guests were checking in. If it weren't for the stage, I am fortunate to have some free time today. I don't know how many more etiquettes I would have to lose. It would be really disrespectful. , I hope you two Haihan, and thank you very much for rescuing Xiaoyuan today. Madam caught a cold last night, how could she go to see these noble people despite being sick? If not for your help, Xiaoyuan's Chaimen would have been killed by these frivolous followers. I'm going to take it down. I really want to thank you both for what happened today." The man's speech was very measured, elegant and easy-going, which seemed a little different from the sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued words of other actors. Singing opera is just for food and clothing, and you know the lyrics by heart, but you don't necessarily have a few more taels of ink in your belly than others, and you don't have enough food to live on. How can you have the leisure to read the true stories of unofficial history? As a result, most actors have nothing to do with elegance. Only a handful of red and purple ones don't have to worry about food, clothing, food, rice, oil and salt, so they can care about the word elegance. The man poured the tea in front of them until it was full, and continued: "My surname is Cheng, and my name is Jingdong. My parents died when I was a child, so I still haven't taken my first name. I wonder who you are?"
Wu Shuang glanced at the right hand of the man pouring tea, clasped his fists and replied boldly: "It's easy to talk, I'm Wu Dian, and next to me is my nephew Zhongren. The two of us are traveling south from Shangqi, and we want to go to Yizhang Kingdom to buy and sell herbal medicines." , passing through this place, my nephew was unwell, so I came to stay here, but there was a lot of trouble. Now that my nephew has recovered, I think he can leave tomorrow." Cheng Jingdong persuaded Wu Shuang to stay here for a few more days, so as to repay the favor. Wu Shuang politely declined the offer of rescuing the siege today, saying that if the herbs he carried were delayed for a long time on the road and the herbs lost their freshness when they were unearthed, then the trip would really be a waste of money. In desperation, Cheng Jingdong had no choice but to agree and went out with Yan Siguan.
"I wonder why master lied?" After Cheng Jingdong and Yan Siguan gradually walked away, and before the boy could ask questions, Wu Shuang lazily walked past the stone screen in the courtyard, stopped for a moment, and continued: "Maybe everything It's not a good thing to explain it all to you. How can a teacher in the world always be by your side? You have to think about it yourself. You are welcome to the guests with wine and half tea because you are afraid that the guests will burn their hands. Today, this class leader Although the verbal courtesy is extremely polite, the tea that is filled to the brim and even overflows is quite interesting."
Yun Zhong was confused. Master had bought all three meals in the past few days from nearby stores. Besides, he helped drive away the troublesome people, so why did he have to leave in such a hurry? Furthermore, there are many people who travel anonymously in the world. Even if the young man is just a young bird, he already knows what people in the world like by reading the storybook a few times. But given Wu Shuang's temperament, he would never lie about his name. Why did he deliberately give a false name this time? Could it be that there is someone here, and even his own master who wields a sword with ease can't say that he can hold his own?
"You have been with me for half a year, so why not come to the school to test you as a teacher first?" The fat shopkeeper returned to the stone table, propped up his arms and leaned his head forward, picked up the teacup, and swallowed Taking a sip of light tea that was almost lukewarm, "In your opinion, the man named Yan from before was the same troupe leader. Where did these two people come from?"
The young man frowned and thought for a moment, then answered with a slight hesitation: "Master, just by listening to the accent, it's hard for Yun Zhong to tell where this person comes from, as if he is not from the same hometown as the class leader. He is so strong that even ordinary people can't withstand it alone." Chaimen. Apart from these, it’s really hard for my disciple to see other ways.” “Not bad, not bad.”
"I thought that based on your lazy nature, I could only see that the man was very strong, but I didn't expect that I also noticed the difference in the accent." Wu Shuang smiled with satisfaction, "So, you didn't notice that What's wrong with that class leader? "
The young man shook his head, frowned and thought about the time of half a stick of incense. After all, he couldn't tell anything unusual.
Wu Shuang smiled and said: "You have a young mind after all. Let me ask you, if you marry a wife in the future, and your wife is exhausted and there are outsiders in the courtyard, will you forget to lock the copper lock when you go out?" He pointed inward from afar as he spoke. The young man took a closer look at the copper lock hanging on the door. Sure enough, it was hanging loosely on the door and had not been locked. In fact, the young man was still half-convinced at this moment. It would be a bit far-fetched to say that there was something fishy about not having a door lock. However, along the way, it seemed that his master's intuition had never been wrong, so he had to swallow his doubts and be honest. Go back to your room, cross your legs and cultivate your Qi. Along the lotus pond, the boy's originally blocked eyes were wide open. He looked at everything as if a layer of gauze as thin as cicada's wings had been removed. The surroundings were clear. Unfortunately, when he wanted to hit the big hole in his heart downwards, he was blocked by an inexplicable bottleneck and couldn't move. . The young man was not impatient. At least the strange pain of the past few days had disappeared, and he felt satisfied after being able to have a good night's sleep.
Cultivation of Qi is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. But at this moment, the young man is like a flat boat stopped in the middle of the rushing river, as solid as a rock.
After a midday meal hosted by Cheng Jingdong, Wu Shuang sent the young man out to find a secluded place to practice his sword. In his opinion, cultivating Qi does not hinder the practice of swordsmanship. If you throw away the sword in your hand, you can only concentrate on cultivating Qi. Asceticism is not considered a swordsman, breaking through the sky is just another bull's nose. As for Taoism, there are many Taoists in the world, and it is unheard of to catch up with that old Taoist.
The young man carried his sword and went out, patted his well-fed belly, and headed towards Caixian Beach. June is coming to an end, and the daylight hours are getting longer and longer, ushering in the hottest moment of the year. The streets are also deserted. When people go out for a walk, from early morning to dark, this place is full of people. There is no such thing as farming in Gaomen Guizhou. There are grain and rice producing areas only on the backside of the mountains and rivers more than ten miles away. As for who will do the farming, it is unknown. Along the way down, the young man was unbearably hot. He found a deserted place halfway, took off his entire white robe, and wore short brown shorts with countless patches. As expected, he felt much more refreshing. He took off the scabbard on his back and opened his posture.
The reason why he changed from carrying the sword to carrying the sword was because he had trouble sleeping a few days ago, especially when it was the boy's turn to watch the night. He had no sleep during the day and tossed and turned in the carriage, unable to fall asleep. Wu Shuang was out of sight and out of mind. Annoyed, when it was the boy's turn to be on duty, he got into the carriage and snored, leaving Yun Zhong, with red eyes and gnashing teeth, huddled by the campfire and worried. One yard after another, even if you don't sleep, you still have to keep vigil. You can't drag the master out of the carriage and then lie down and sleep until dawn. The long night is long, and the stars correspond to each other in the distance, bright and clear, bright and clear.
The stars shine on a young man in white, who is drowsy and has drooped eyelids.
The young man had no choice but to look for a way to refresh himself. He looked around to no avail, and the drowsiness rose uncontrollably to his eyebrows, and he felt a strong sense of sleepiness. He had no choice but to take off the sword from his waist and put it behind his back. The scabbard was cold and rugged, and it was extremely uncomfortable for the back. The young man just leaned on the sword, half asleep and half awake, and the sky was bright.
Yun Zhong raised his shoulder and drew his sword. The wind blew up as the sword moved, and suddenly, the lotus swayed. Climbing the stairs, which was filled with murderous intent at first, was completely gone now. Between the moves, he was calm and natural.
"Excellent swordsmanship, I didn't expect the young man to have such handsome kung fu." A low voice of applause came from behind him. Yun Zhong put away his sword and stood still. When he turned around to look at the kung fu, it turned out to be Yan Siguan, the martial artist who supported Chaimen. He just happened to take off his long coat and was only wearing a short jacket with sleeves removed. He had strong tendons and bulging muscles. Just by looking at his size, you could tell that he was from a training family. He was very well-proportioned.
"Anyway, you have to have some skills with you when you go out. Otherwise, by the time you reach this place, tigers, leopards, and wolves will have taken them away to feed their cubs." The man smiled. It was obvious that he was not a talkative person on weekdays. He put his coat properly and He was stretching his muscles not far from the boy.
The way the man moves his muscles is extremely weird. He lies on all fours, pushes his shoulders hard to the back of his spine, pushes his legs on the ground, raises his waist high, and then swings his head. The young man frowns and is about to ask, The man first said: "This is the Tiger Capture Style. I learned this boxing from an old senior. It was based on tigers, wolves, and mountains, and was planned as three sets of boxing techniques. However, I failed to learn all of these boxing techniques." Of the three movements, I only had some experience in the Tiger Posture, and then continued to follow the class leader to explore the world. Although the senior said that this boxing is not a unique skill, the Tiger Posture can also save oneself from danger. "
The young man nodded, but what he was thinking about was another thing.
ps. It is inconvenient to divide these 4,000 words into two chapters. The later chapters will get into the subtleties of the plot of Caixiantan, so I will explain them together here.
