"Don't try to show off. I just said that even if your master comes, you may not be able to get an advantage from me. I am not lying." After hundreds of punches, Wu Shuang's clothes remained untouched. There was dust in the long clothes, but he didn't. Moving like a mountain. However, Yan Siguan's fists had long been exposed to the bones, and blood stains were scattered, but he still kept punching.
"Si Guan, I said stop." Cheng Jingdong roared, and his voice even trembled slightly. He lost too much blood and was filled with anger. Cheng Jingdong's legs were weak and he fell to the ground. Yan Siguan then retracted his fists and tried to choke. The class leader tried to wake him up, but Wu Shuang stopped him: "What's the point of pinching him to wake him up now that he looks like this? I don't want to look at your class leader's complexion. He's no different from a dead person. Why don't you take advantage of this?" Let him rest for the rest of the night and make plans tomorrow." Although the man was very angry at the fat man's previous actions, after thinking about it carefully for a moment, he had to agree with what Wu Shuang said at this time. He snorted angrily and seemed to ignore it. With bleak-looking hands, he put the arms of the two people on the ground on their shoulders, and helped them back to the back room, half dragging and half pulling them.
Wu Shuang was still sitting cross-legged on the side of the screen, his eyes slightly closed, thinking about things, but Yun Zhong could clearly see that Yan Siguan threw more than a hundred punches like a tiger, not only hurting himself, but also leaving no trace of strength left. His steps were frivolous, and he had to rely on his breath to barely support himself from falling to the ground. At this moment, holding the two of them in the back room, which was only about twenty steps apart, the man was really struggling to move. The young man couldn't bear it and tried to help the man support Cheng Jingdong who had fainted, but the man scolded him angrily.
"Go aside."
Are there really such ignorant people in the world? If you can't even stand still, why bother trying to imitate those good guys and send someone to help without losing a few pieces of meat? The young man felt doubtful in his heart, but he didn't want to get angry. The man's eyes were red at this moment. He was not Wu Shuang. He might have suffered a few punches and his bones would be broken. Since the man is ungrateful, Yun Zhong has no intention of forcibly helping. Perhaps the young man himself has not noticed it. He has become more and more aware of the affairs of the world. The same rice can feed all kinds of people, such as Lao She, Wang Kongding, and Cheng Jingdong. , and another example is the stubborn Yan Siguan, who seems to have the flavor of Jianghu. It is difficult to explain and even harder to judge.
"On one side, it's so cool."
Wu Shuang, who was sitting aside, heard the words and the corners of his mouth twitched.
It was late at night, so the master and apprentice naturally wanted to find a place to rest. The two of them quite consciously got into the side room where they had stayed for the previous two days. The young man had not slept during the day, and when he was about to fall asleep, Wu Shuang dragged him to his life sword and flew straight with it. When I returned to Qinghe Garden to watch a play, I was naturally sleepy at the moment. I crossed my legs three times to overcome the bottleneck in my heart, and fell asleep without realizing it.
At three o'clock in the morning on the second day, someone knocked on the door. It was the pale-faced Cheng Jingdong and Yan Siguan.
The three of them still sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, but this time, Cheng Jingdong did not pour tea, but solemnly stood up and saluted, saying: "Senior, don't blame Si Guan for what happened yesterday. He has always been like this. I have had many long conversations with him." However, he is still as stubborn as before. He shouldn't have taken action against his senior yesterday. I will apologize for him on his behalf and hope that senior will save him." As he spoke, he wanted to bow down again, but Wu Shuang held him up lightly, unable to lower his head. body. Yan Siguan on the side didn't seem surprised. There weren't many people who could withstand his rain-like fist. But it was the first time he saw someone like Wu Shuang who was unscathed and didn't even move. He was afraid that this was the case. He is an immortal martial arts master, otherwise he would not have friendship with his master who sees the dragon but never sees its end.
"We can't talk about rescue. It's just the whole story. Can you tell me the story?" As he spoke, Wu Shuang looked back at the screen. The meaning of his words was self-evident.
Hearing this, Cheng Jingdong let out a long sigh and accidentally saw Yan Siguan frowning. He lowered his voice and said, "It doesn't matter. Senior is not a vicious person. If you feel uncomfortable, go back to your room and rest for a while. His hands are seriously injured. Wait for me." I'll go to the pharmacy when there's no one around and I'll get you some gold sore medicine." The man went back to his room to rest. Cheng Jingdong smiled miserably at Wu Shuang, stretched out his left hand, and wiped his face hard. Others couldn't tell, but who was Wu Shuang? Cheng Jingdong's face was originally covered with a thick layer of gouache, but with one swipe, most of the gouache on his face was wiped away, revealing the original background, which was even paler than when the powder was applied. It can be called a pale face.
"My family has been actors on stage for generations. I started learning opera from my parents when I was three years old. When I first started studying opera, I was a famous Hua Dan in eight shops in ten villages. My singing voice was top-notch, and my parents were proud of it. My seniors may not know this. , in the opera singing profession, the Dan role is especially respected. It can be said that the Dan role is loved by men, women, old and young. A woman with a handsome appearance and a singing voice as delicate as an oriole stands on the stage. Who doesn't like her sincerely? The Dan role is the opera troupe. On the upper and lower facades, men can also sing, and they can be painted with powder and yellow, so that the male and female can be distinguished."
"Later on, when I was fourteen or fifteen, I lost my voice and became increasingly incapable of singing the female role, so I had to learn to sing as a junior student. The theater troupe was getting worse day by day, and there were very few people. It happened that malaria broke out in Qiling, and my parents died. During the malaria, the troupe naturally dispersed. I fled all the way to this deep mountain and old forest, where I drank thirsty streams and found some fruits to fill my stomach when I was hungry."
Cheng Jingdong's pale face showed a hint of reminiscence, and he looked towards the side room, "At that time, I met Siguan. At that time, he was only a child of seven or eight years old. He asked a group of bandits to capture him and forced him to collect food. Medicine, he accidentally fell from a cliff of several feet. Seeing that the situation was critical, I picked him up with both hands and shattered his arm bones. Fortunately, the child was not seriously injured. Later, he started to learn how to sing with me. Although his skills were not good, he had been in the theater troupe for a long time, and he was immersed in it. He could also teach him some tricks and postures. For a few years, I took him around, helping others, hunting in the mountains, and earning money. Some families heard that there were many dignitaries in Caixiantan, so they took root here and expanded Qinghe Garden."
"Later, I met my current wife, Mo Yun, and it was love at first sight. Others said that it was a good sign that the two of us looked like husband and wife. We will definitely be together and prosper in the future."
Speaking of this, Cheng Jingdong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiling like a woman. For some reason, Wu Shuang felt that on the face of the person sitting opposite him, the brightness of the man and the charm of the woman blended together, completely natural.
"My wife is a bit competitive and wants to fight for the top spot in everything. But in this situation, she can't fight, so I will fight for her."
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