Leaving the small cell, the Ghost-Faced Man's physical skills became even more difficult to deal with.
Under the waning moon.
In the deserted streets and markets.
She may be like a swallow passing through the eaves, or like a ghost disappearing and appearing in the alley, or like a cat and mouse passing silently on the roof tiles.
Erratic and unpredictable, swift and ghostly.
Fortunately, Li Changan was not slow either. He had a magical horse beside him, and every step he took was like an arrow leaving the string. If he used Chonglong Yu to search for the scent, he could bite its tail tightly.
But the arrow from the string is fast, but it is difficult to turn. So the Taoist priest chased him all the way, and he trampled on many roof tiles, smashed many wild mandarin ducks, and broke many windows and objects.
For example, when I jumped from the roof just now, I accidentally stepped on a pile of lanterns.
The one on top is quite unique.
The thought flashed through my mind, and I seemed to hear a sound in my ears.
"Li Xuanxiao!"
It seemed like someone was calling him, but the market was so noisy that the Taoist priest didn't hear it clearly and didn't pay much attention.
He smiled apologetically at the panicked boat girl and took advantage of the bounce of the boat's bow to rise into the sky again.
The horizons become higher and wider.
Just see.
The painted boat stretches like a building, and the lanterns are as complicated as stars. The bustling half of the city below, the silence of the half of the city in the distance... are all captured in the eyes.
But the Taoist priest's eyes were not stained at all. The night wind made his robes vibrate, and his eyes followed the plain red dress closely.
Watch her skim across the water on the rope, watch her jump onto the stage in the center of the boat.
Immediately, he adjusted his body shape and swooped down like an eagle attacking a rabbit.
…………
The painting boat has two floors.
There is no need to say much about the bottom layer, just the top layer.
Half of the room was surrounded by a screen, which was filled with people drinking and drinking. It was very lively. Seated were the owner of the boat, the third lady, and the guests who were lucky enough to be invited to the boat.
The remaining half was used as a stage, leaving the juggling troupe to perform hard.
The leader of the acrobatic group is called Mrs. Hu, which is the fat woman holding a bamboo pole on the stage. The "Dai Gu" (a type of acrobatics) performed by her and her "adopted daughters" is a masterpiece in the surrounding area.
It was a grand event, and I borrowed Sanniangzi's boat. I didn't dare to neglect it at all, and used all my skills in my life.
A large bamboo pole of about twenty feet dangling, with nine little girls climbing and jumping on the top, was as steady as a green pine in her hands. She also had enough power to direct the "adopted daughters" above to perform various performances.
Thrilling show.
It drew thunderous applause from both sides of the Taiwan Strait and rained down money.
But no matter how enthusiastic the audience on the shore was, most of her cleverness was sold to the slightly indifferent guests on the boat. She ignored the cheers outside and only waited eagerly for everyone on the boat to say something.
"good."
Without him, everyone sitting inside would be the most distinguished person in Xiaoshui City.
Give an example.
Although the audience outside was large and enthusiastic, they threw in fluffy copper coins; although the distinguished guests inside were few and indifferent, they were rewarded with white silver coins.
Which is more important or less important is self-evident.
A show was about to be finished. Aunt Hu was exhausted and sweating profusely, but she already got the third wife inside to quietly nod her permission.
I was so happy that I hurriedly asked the most upright and astute one among the adopted daughters performing on the pole to "transform" a plate of fruits from the top of the bamboo pole, and then came down to serve it to the distinguished guests on the boat.
This closing program has a name called "Immortal Gifts".
The first is to seek good luck; the second is, since you have given a gift, you are not allowed to return the gift, right? Otherwise, wouldn't it be a pity that the huge plate is empty?
Aunt Hu was happily thinking about how she could earn dozens of taels of silver in this one.
Who knows, suddenly.
On the boat, first a ghost-like man with a grimace appeared, frightening the guests, and then a ferocious Taoist priest jumped up and started fighting with the man with a grimace on the stage.
You said it's just a matter of fighting.
No matter who dies, ma'am, I won't even blink an eyelid.
But why do you have to go around her?
I saw the grimaced woman clinging to Aunt Hu's back, suddenly turning around and leaning out half of her body from Aunt Hu's shoulder, and stabbing the Taoist priest between the eyebrows with the dagger.
The Taoist priest ducked out of the way, struck a sword with his backhand, and returned the favor.
But the ghost-faced girl shrank and hid behind Aunt Hu, leaving her neck to Jianfeng.
But the Taoist just flicked his wrist, and the sword in his hand was like a living thing. He twisted away and wrapped it around the aunt's neck. The tip of the sword hissed, and he chased the ghost-faced man and "bited" it... The two of them
In this way, you come and go, circling Aunt Hu like two butterflies circling a flower vine, attacking and killing more than ten swords in a row.
Aunt Hu, who was surrounded by sword blades, was stunned that not a single hair on her head was injured!
But even so, the coldness of the sword blade grazing her skin again and again, and the crisp sound of the intensive sword-blade strangulation and clashing that erupted all over her body still chilled her bones and made her look pale with fear.
However, he still had the pole in his hand, and there were his daughters on the pole.
She couldn't escape, and she didn't dare to move, so she froze up, closed her eyes, and screamed "wow wah wah".
Er.
The ringing of swords in his ears, like exploding beans, suddenly disappeared.
She opened her eyelids and took a look.
Mother!
The ghost-faced man floated up the bamboo pole like a wisp of smoke, and the Taoist priest suddenly jumped up and chased after him.
There were many small poles connected to the top of the big bamboo pole. As soon as these two went up, the little girls were forced back to the end of the small pole. There was no way to go up to the sky and no ladder to the ground. They were like chicks that had left their nests, hanging on the top and shivering.
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The two of them just fought with swords, smashing the ribbons, lanterns, and bouquets of flowers one by one, and even knocked down the plate of fruits they were asking for, and fell into the water.
Aunt Hu felt distressed, but the key point was that she had been working hard for most of the night, and now that a big man like Ghost Face Girl and Li Changan were added to the pole, she was suddenly exhausted. Her arms went limp and the bamboo pole tilted.
A petrified little girl was caught off guard and fell from the bamboo top.
In the spirit of "watching the fire from across the Taiwan Strait" and "it's no big deal to watch the excitement", the sudden change on the boat did not dampen the enthusiasm of the audiences on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, but instead attracted more onlookers to gather.
What kind of vaudeville, singing and dancing, where can you see people being killed with real swords and guns?
It's quite cold.
The little girl fell from a height of about twenty feet and was about to die, her brains bursting. The crowd suddenly let out a chorus of exclamations.
The timid one had already covered his eyes, not daring to look directly at the tragedy that was about to happen.
at this moment.
In the middle of the fight, the Taoist priest suddenly abandoned the ghost-faced man and jumped down from the bamboo pole.
At the critical moment, Kankan arrived and picked up the little girl and landed safely.
The crowd then pressed their hearts and let out a collective cry.
"call……"
But before he finished breathing out, he suddenly tightened and lifted up again.
It turned out that the ghost-faced man cut off the small bamboo poles one by one, and the little girls on top suddenly became like dumplings, screaming and falling down one after another.
under.
Aunt Hu screamed and let go of the pole, trying to catch them, but how could she catch these eight people with her arms?
We can only watch helplessly as the daughters we have worked so hard to raise are about to die.
The Taoist priest had already taken action again, leaping continuously, carrying all the little girls on his shoulders and hands, and put them back on the deck.
The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried loudly. Needless to say, Li Changan looked back and saw that the bamboo pole had fallen into the water. Taking advantage of Li Changan's rescue efforts, the ghost-faced girl had already jumped onto a boat in front.
The Taoist priest pulled off the little girl who was still screaming with her eyes closed and wrapped around him like an octopus, and gave it to the fat woman who came up hesitantly to thank her.