On the street outside the martial arts hall, a man in gray clothes was walking slowly.
The man was about fifty years old, and his figure seemed skinny, but his arms were far thicker than ordinary people, and the sheen of metal could be faintly seen on his nails.
He came to the martial arts hall and stood in front of it, exuding fighting spirit.
The government officer patrolling the street not far away noticed something was wrong. He quickly approached the man and said, "Sun Tieji, this is next to the county government office. If you want to cause trouble, stay away."
Sun Tiejui shook his unusual arm and said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just meeting brother Pang Yong."
"When will we go out to visit relatives and friends on the first day of the Lunar New Year?" The yamen servant naturally didn't believe it. He was afraid that the other party would cause some trouble and it would end badly.
"Hangcheng doesn't have such regulations. Besides, if Pang Yong has no intention of meeting me, I will leave right now."
After Sun Tiejui finished speaking, he ignored the yamen servant and walked towards the gate of the martial arts hall.
The officer's face turned ashen and he turned away. He didn't want to get involved in several martial arts schools. Besides, even if he was provoking trouble, it would be nothing as long as he didn't cause casualties or casualties.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened from the inside, and a tall, strong man walked out.
Sun Tiezui paused in his steps. He looked at the strong man up and down, and the relaxed expression on his face became more and more solemn.
Ordinary people still have such strong energy and blood, and despite his eyesight after traveling in the world for so many years, he can't see through the other person.
Qin Bai just looked up at the plaque on the door and paid no attention to others.
Sun Tiejui's attitude became more restrained. He stepped forward and said hello: "I have never seen you as a military attache in Yip's Wing Chun, but you are related to Pang Yong?"
"I recognize Pang Yong, but he has little to do with this martial arts school." Qin Bai glanced at him and said.
The rivers and lakes in Hangzhou are indeed not shallow. A simple warrior can reach the peak of Ming Jin. However, because he is too old, it is difficult to go further.
"Our Black Tiger Martial Arts School has always had a grudge with Pang Yong. This time we are here to bargain. I hope this brother can be a spectator and I will express my gratitude."
After Sun Tiejie met someone who felt he was no match, he began to reason.
"You want to fight Pang Yong, that's fine, but forget it about entering this martial arts gym." Qin Bai touched the ground with his toes and moved his body flexibly to take down the plaque in front of the door.
The only last step left to start the sign-in task is to take down the plaque of "Yip's Wing Chun" and replace it with the plaque of the theater.
Sun Tiejui pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache. He couldn't help but said: "Everything is done according to the rules of Hangzhou. Let's put grudges on the table. Brother, if you want to stand up for Pang Yong, then our Black Tiger Martial Arts School will also Don’t embarrass Yip’s Wing Chun anymore.”
"It has nothing to do with me whether I am embarrassed or not, because the Yip Wing Chun martial arts gym will not be reopened in a short period of time."
While Qin Bai was speaking, he turned the plaque to the back, then used his finger as a pen, and he started carving it easily with his fingertips.
After just a few breaths, the three words "dragon flying and phoenix dancing" appeared.
The font seems to contain Taoist meaning, and a broad and profound aura rushes towards the face.
If you are a calligrapher, I am afraid you will be amazed. After all, this character already has three points of blood, which is really not easy.
Sun Tiezhi's pupils dilated. Generally speaking, in order to withstand the wind and sun, plaques are made of hardwood and soaked in tung oil for more than half a year, making them extremely hard.
He thought that he could not carve such neat words with his fingers like Qin Bai.
What surprised Sun Tieji even more was the meaning of the other party's words. Could it be that the Yip Wing Chun martial arts school is going to change its doors?
Seeing this, he subconsciously looked at the plaque and couldn't help but read it: "De...Yun...She, ah?"
Why does it smell like a marketplace?
"As of today, the Yip's Wing Chun Martial Arts School is temporarily closed. The Deyun Society Theater is being established. Everyone is welcome to come here to watch the show and chat."
Sun Tiejui was silent for a long time. He really couldn't understand what Qin Bai meant. Even if it was reasonable to change it to Escort Casino, what the hell was a theater?
Could it be that he has other plans?
"What do you call a good man?"
"Qin Bai."
"My dear, Sun Tielin, people in the world gave me the apostrophe Sun Tielin, and asked Boss Qin, when will the theater open?"
Qin Bai threw the plaque seemingly casually, and hung it on the door like a heavy weight, and the system's prompt sounded.
He glanced at the system panel, his expression became a little strange, and then he said: "It should be in five days."
"Okay, the previous grudges have been settled. I'll say goodbye today. I'll pay you a visit when the show opens."
Sun Tie said with his arms folded, then turned and left.
Qin Bai stood at the door of the martial arts gym without entering. He looked calm, but in fact, his heart was turbulent. The system prompt was unexpected.
"The sign-in begins, the sign-in location is Hangzhou, the sign-in task is: screenwriter."
"Please redeem the corresponding script."
He now understood what the theater was used for, but he still couldn't figure out why the system put "The Legend of White Snake" together with the screenwriter.
The check-in time this time was a full five years, and even because of the large number of achievements unlocked, the time was still a full eighteen months.
And only after the theater is officially opened, the sign-in time will count down again, but the problem now is that there are actors in the theater.
With just a few donkeys and laymen Qin Bai and Pang Yong, how could they be reliable?
Let's first see if the system can help, and what's going on with the script.
He opened the Points Mall, and as expected, there was a "Screenwriter" column, which contained books of all sizes. The thicker books were more generous than the Xinhua Dictionary.
However, these books were covered with a faint layer of black mist, making it impossible to see the titles clearly and unable to open them. Qin Bai suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.
He found a book and tried to buy it, but the system prompted.
"The unlocking conditions have not been met and cannot be redeemed."
Qin Bai was stunned for a moment, and then quickly browsed through the books in the points mall. Similar problems appeared in all the books, which made his head feel bigger.
He simply added everyone he knew in Hangzhou to the list. He didn't know what the system's evaluation criteria were. Even Mr. Wu could be included in the list.
Mr. Wu never imagined that after spending his whole life teaching and educating people, he would eventually become an actor.
There should be certain conditions for unlocking the scripts in the points mall. After these people were added to the list, a script that could be redeemed appeared.
Qin Bai breathed a sigh of relief. It is estimated that there are Chinese and foreign scripts from ancient and modern times that can be recorded in the points mall. He can't control so much anymore. Let the theater open smoothly first.
After spending a thousand points, he had a small book in his hand. It didn't feel like leather, but had a plastic texture.
Qin Bai looked at the script and his expression suddenly became extremely stiff.
I saw "The Legend of White Snake" written clearly on the book.
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