Ji Canghai and I walked up at the same time, looked down, and were immediately dumbfounded.
I stretched out my hand to pull the shoe out, but the shoe was so heavy that it almost stuck in my hand.
Uncle Ya is really a treasure, he even has this thing!
After a lot of fussing, several extremely heavy shoes were finally moved out.
I asked out of breath, "What are you doing with these Arhat shoes?"
These Arhat shoes are wrapped in cloth and are no different from ordinary shoes.
But there is indeed a solid iron lump in the middle, which is also an indispensable thing for internal martial arts.
The masters of the older generation have practiced boy kung fu since childhood, and these Arhat shoes weighing tens of kilograms can be worn for more than ten years.
When one day you take off your shoes, you will be a Qinggong master who can reach the moon and the stars!
The principle of this thing is a bit similar to today's sandbags, but with a few more tricks.
Uncle Ya chuckled and said, "These Arhat shoes are made of pig iron, no more and no less. One shoe weighs exactly sixty pounds."
I suddenly remembered Uncle Ya’s muddy steps!
His kung fu was probably developed with this thing!
Uncle Ya pointed his finger at me: "You guys, put this thing on your feet."
Chen Jiayan opened her mouth half-open: "The two shoes combined weigh more than me."
"Don't worry, don't worry."
Uncle Ya, like a grandpa coaxing children, took out a few dark stools from the box and placed them in front of me.
"San'er!" Uncle Ya turned around and shouted, "Move these stools to the audience."
"Okay!"
The waiter from the teahouse hurried over and took the stool away.
Turning his head, Uncle Ya looked at Lao Lin again: "Can it still rain today?"
Lao Lin took out the sea willow rosary again and nodded: "I'll touch it for about half an hour."
Uncle Ya nodded and leaned towards Lao Lin. Lao Lin couldn't help but nod. The two seemed to be planning something.
After they finished plotting, Lao Lin handed an extremely thin stick to Uncle Ya.
Turning his head, Uncle Ya said to me: "I'll slap the table and you'll cry out for injustice."
I nodded in confusion, not knowing which song I was going to sing again.
Uncle Ya pointed outside: "Hurry up and sit in front. Once you put on your shoes, don't move!"
I almost cried: How could I move in such a thing?
Following Uncle Ya's instructions, we sat in front of the hall. As soon as I put on my shoes, a huge attraction came from my butt.
I looked down and saw that my two feet had been completely sucked onto the stool.
I tried my best to suck the milk, but I couldn't move even an inch.
Suddenly, my heart trembled.
I know what's going on!
The stool under my butt looks like an ordinary stool, but it is actually made of a single magnet.
The Arhat shoes on my feet were filled with pig iron, which was equivalent to sucking me completely to the ground!
I tried to move, but the suction was too strong and I couldn't move at all.
Just now, Uncle Ya took us to a crowded place, and now he fixed us here.
If the second master's people find him, wouldn't he just sit there and wait for death?
At this time, the waiter named San'er had already stood at the door and shouted.
"Mr. Chen has opened a book!"
Within a few minutes, people from outside had already poured in, vying for the first place with happy faces.
For a while, people asking for tea and cakes came and went.
The waiter was very busy moving flexibly among the crowd.
The teahouse, which had been deserted just now, instantly became lively.
It seems that Uncle Ya is a well-known brand in this world!
After a while, the drums and gongs were playing, and Uncle Ya walked up from the backstage with a fan in one hand and the lapel of his gown in the other.
I looked up and just wanted to applaud.
Uncle Ya put on makeup and applied a
It resembles the black face of a Peking Opera actor, with a half-inch gold crescent moon in the middle of his forehead.
I saw him wearing a long-winged hat, a jet-black python gilded robe, and his feet wearing military boots, taking solid and powerful square steps, sitting firmly on the Taishi chair.
This kind of majesty is as if Bao Gong is still alive!
What he sang should be a kind of folk art that is about to disappear - Da Ping Opera.
Different from normal storytelling, Pingxi opera involves both rapping and singing.
The "Daping Opera" involves dressing up, wearing a helmet, and tightening your waist, which is more difficult than ordinary opera reviews.
Such a rare opera review naturally won endless applause from the audience.
"Snapped!"
Uncle Ya sat down, picked up the wake wood on the table with one hand, and smashed it on the table. The audience was silent again.
It can be seen that Uncle Ya is a well-known brand in this world.
After reciting the opening poem, Uncle Ya's voice became a little louder.
"What I'm talking about is that Bao Zheng and Bao Longtu went to Chenzhou to check for food relief and to stop the policemen..."
…
Uncle Ya opened his mouth and spoke loudly, raising his hands and feet, his brows and eyes full of heroic spirit.
At this moment, he seemed to be just an ordinary storyteller, but also seemed to be possessed by Bao Longtu!
The people in the audience were mesmerized by what I heard. Uncle Ya was enjoying it, but I was the only one who was sitting on pins and needles.
With so many people around, a fight broke out. This is not good!
After a while, a few more people poured in outside the door, standing not far from me.
I turned around and met this man's eyes.
His eyes were a little evasive, obviously he wanted to look, but he didn't dare to look.
My heart sank, it was over.
