Chapter 620: Ancient Cai Opera Master, Celadon Wine Bar
The rain stars are falling, and the water in Yi is rippled.
The distant smoke trees and the nearby grass are connected and appear blurred in the mist.
The Gucai Opera Master stood silently, with no expression on his face. On his left shoulder hung seven or eight bamboo and rattan rings wrapped in silk and tied with colors, the diameter of which was only slightly wider than a human waist; but his right arm held a plate of thick ropes.
It's like the hemp rope used to anchor the boat and pull the sail.
Qin Yanxiao, the lieutenant general of the Yingwu Army, had already rushed to the side of Zen Master Lingzhen, whispering something in his ear. All the guards of the Yingwu Army seemed to have a tacit understanding, pretending to grope around the Gucai Opera Master, and then they all raised their heads and signaled to the Xiangshan Temple martial arts master.
The monk did not hide any hidden weapons or other items.
Seeing this, Zen Master Lingzhen waved his hand, and the guards and monks immediately opened the entrance to make way for the Gucai Opera Master. The Gucai Opera Master was not polite at all, he just nodded slightly, picked up the rope and the ring, and strode up the stairs.
On the plank road, the body looks like a wandering soul, sliding lightly towards the square platform.
The blood stains left by the farmers and woodcutter were diluted by the rain, and slowly spread out on the table, connecting them into strange-shaped layouts. The smell of blood overwhelmed the smell of rain and spread across the square table, making the originally solemn atmosphere
, and a bit more weird.
Zhang Dayou put the short pole on the ground for a moment, looked at the Gucai opera master opposite and said: "I don't know how to respect Gao's surname? Why don't you explain it to the monk of Xiangshan Temple?"
The corner of the Gucai opera artist's mouth raised, and he squeezed out the thick and colorful makeup into several gullies, and his voice was rough and hoarse: "Hey, hey, hey! I am Wen'ur of Kangguo. I have been living in Chang'an City, the imperial capital of the Kingdom of China for a long time, relying on a few meager skills to survive by begging for food.
.I heard that a divine sword was born in Dongdu, so I came here to join in the fun! Unexpectedly, I met you, and it was also the wrong time..."
Wen'er, the ancient opera master, speaks Chinese fluently, but when he speaks certain words and sentences, it is obvious that they are meaningless and random. The words do not convey the meaning, but they often make people laugh when they hear them.
Zhang smiled and said: "If this is true, Xiao Ke still has some money here, so he might as well give it to Brother Wen, and save you and me from fighting to the death. If you get money, I will win. I will get both with one stone and Wen."
What do you think, brother?"
After Zhang Zhangyou said this, he took out a fifty-tael silver collar from his sleeve. When soaked by the rain, it glowed black and bright.
Seeing this, the ancient opera master Wen O'er's pupils suddenly tightened: "Han people all say that 'no merit will not be rewarded.' Your Excellency bribed me with money and silk for no reason, and you must have ulterior motives! How can I accept it so easily?!"
As he spoke, Wen'ur took off the bamboo and rattan ring on his left shoulder and threw it aside. Immediately, his right hand dropped, and the rope fell to the ground along his arm. Only the end of the rope was still in his hand, and he narrowed his eyes and said,
"Now that you've come, let's make peace with it. I've heard for a long time that people in the prosperous dynasty practiced martial arts. If you leave without receiving some advice, wouldn't you be returning in vain?"
It was the first time for Zhang Dayou to meet such a foreigner who used unsatisfactory words and inconsistent words. He felt very uncomfortable. He immediately put his forehead with one hand and raised the pole with the other and said: "Whatever skills you have, you can use them."
...You spoke Chinese like this, even if Zhang is generous, he really wants to teach you a lesson!"
"As you wish!"
Wen'ur shouted low, and the end of the rope in his hand was already thrown out. The originally soft rope, whether it was soaked in rainwater or cast a magical spell, was like a long stick, and went straight towards Zhang Dayou's lower abdomen!
Zhang Dayou was suddenly shocked. He had never expected that the Gucai opera artist in front of him could have such outstanding skills. The rope was like an anaconda coming out of its hole, carrying the force of the rain, and it was about to open a path on him.
Blood holes come.
Fortunately, he is accustomed to the world and has been in the world for a long time. His ability to seek good fortune and avoid evil is second to none. Immediately, he picked up the pole in his hand and stood up diagonally. He was as light as a kite and as strong as an ape!
Pointing one end of the pole on the stage, he actually made a spear move that was "hard to support on a single tree" and held his whole body up in the air.
It's just that the bamboo hat fell from the top of the head and was passed through by the rope. It hung alone in the middle of the rope, like a huge spinning wheel.
The rope continued unabated and directly penetrated a railing beside the square platform. Then it turned around and went down around the column, becoming tightly entangled with the railing.
Wen'er missed the target but did not panic. Then he picked up another piece of rope from the ground, did the same thing, and threw it towards Zhang Tiayou's heart.
Zhang Duyou was hanging in the air at this time, with only a pole supporting the table. Seeing that there was no way to dodge, he had to let go of his hand, and his body suddenly plummeted down to the table, narrowly dodging the rope head that was shot at him, but it was
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and he was slapped hard on the stage. In an instant, blood and water splashed everywhere, and he was extremely embarrassed.
The rope end also pierced a railing and was tied tightly to it, not far from the previous rope end. The two ropes stretched across the platform, but at the end was the large plate in Wen'ur's hand.
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Looking at Zhang Duyou as he stood up, Wen'er kept looking for a rope end from the rope, and continued to throw it at Zhang Duyou... The rope ends were like sharp arrows, shooting towards the east and Tibet one by one.
Zhang was using oil, and although he didn't hit the target anywhere, he nailed almost half of the railings together.
The more Zhang Youyou dodges, the more frightened he becomes: In the seemingly small rope, there are endless rope ends! They are constantly picked out by Wen Er, the ancient color actor, and thrown out like flying spears.
I can only parry, but I have no power to fight back.
After just one cup of tea, a huge spider web seemed to have opened up on the square table. The longitude and latitude were messed up, and the strands were criss-crossed. Just taking a look at it made you feel dazzled.
But Zhang Duyou was lost in it. He could only push away the newly shot rope ends by waving the pole in his hand. His body was like a flying insect covered by a spider web. No matter how he shuttled back and forth, he could not escape from Wen'ur's weaving.
's snare.
Yang Zhaoxi and others who were standing in the audience watching the battle were dumbfounded——
On the square stage, the ancient opera master Wen'ur was standing in the center holding a rope in his hands. From time to time he would throw out a rope more than two feet long, pull it back, throw it out again, and pull it back again... Although the rope was as fast as throwing a spear
, but there is always a difference of half a foot and three inches, and it cannot hit Zhang Dayou.
Zhang Duyou was facing a formidable enemy, running around waving his pole, and the entire square platform was covered with his panicked footprints. Fortunately, he had a smooth pole in his hand, but his attack and defense were tight and his movements were precise.
His speed made many knights with vicious eyes look at him with admiration.
"Senior Brother Zhang is in such a state, do you think he is under an illusion?" Yang Zhaoxi couldn't help but said to himself.
"Of course it's an illusion. But how can a person who is in the scene see through the mystery?" Xiao Zhan looked at Zhang Dayou, who was already in a hurry, and shook his head and sighed.
"Can't there be a way to wake up Brother Zhang?" Pugu Xingde clenched his fists and stamped his feet and said anxiously.
"There is a way... I just looked at the scriptures and I don't know if it works..."
After Liao Haiqian hesitated for a while, he hesitated and said, "The poor Taoist only knows that the scripture is a miscellany of anecdotes left behind by Ye Fashan, the master of Luofu, when he was hanging in the temple. It says that if you encounter illusions that are difficult to decipher, you can
If you look for fresh dog blood or a child drowns half a bowl, and splash it in the face of the practitioner, the art will be defeated!"
When Yang Chaoxi heard that this was the method left by Master Luofu, he believed it even more. He immediately said happily: "You will know if it works or not after you try it! Even if it is completely useless, it can always distract the Gucai Opera Master. However,
Fresh dog blood is hard to find nowadays, but there is more than enough for children to spoil us..."
When Yang Chaoxi said this, Xiao Zhan, Pugu Xingde and Liao Haiqian all looked at each other.
Even Shang Sizuo, who had always been mature and prudent, glanced aside and seemed to turn a deaf ear.
Xiao Zhan looked at Yang Chaoxi, who had gone from being confused to being embarrassed, and finally scratched his head and said with a smile: "Junior brother Yang, how many senior brothers are so old... who can sit still? They have already learned the taste of the marrow...
…hey-hey!"
Pugu Xingde had already taken off a celadon wine bottle from his waist, raised his neck to drink up the remaining wine, handed it to Yang Chaoxi and said: "For such an important matter, Junior Brother Yang must personally go out and pour it down in one fell swoop.
This wine cellar can always hold two bowls of wine, it just depends on how much 'inventory' Junior Brother Yang has! Hahaha!"
Yang Zhaoxi was greatly embarrassed, knowing that she had already had a close relationship with Xiaoman. She was already secretly regretting that she had lost her words just now and should not have taken the initiative to mention the matter of "child drowning", but now she had brought the blame on herself. But now that the matter has come to this, it is also
I had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept this "errand" in order to avoid making the fellow Taoists in front of me suspicious and think of the troubles caused by the girls Xiaoman and Qin Qing.
Xiao Zhan, Pugu Xingde, Liao Haiqian and Shang Sizuo all showed meaningful smiles when they saw Yang Zhaoxi taking the wine.
Yang Zhaoxi did not dare to say any more, so she immediately stood up and turned around, running towards the north of the campus. She was ready to find a secluded place to take off her robe and fill her hands with celadon wine...
Before it was time to make tea, Yang Zhaoxi returned. The wine glass in his hand was already filled with warm liquid.
Seeing this, Xiao Zhan and others pinched their noses and backed away. Liao Haiqian shook the pebbles in his hands, and his voice was as dull as if he was suffering from typhoid fever: "Junior brother Yang, just throw the wine grapes at the ancient colorful opera artist... remember to throw them higher.
, just land it near the top of his head...I'll leave the rest to Lingchuanzi, and I'll make sure there are no false starts. Hehe!"
After Liao Haiqian said this, he winked at Xiao Zhan. Xiao Zhan immediately understood, grabbed a handful of sand and stones from the ground, raised his hand and threw it towards the Sifang Terrace.
"Crazy guy! What do you want?!"
Zen Master Lingzhen was indeed fooled. He shook up his cassock and intercepted all the sand and stones thrown by Xiao Zhan. Then he said with anger in his eyes, "Xiao Wuhou! Even if you resign, you should know the rules of the public servants."
, how dare you rush into the competition for no reason!"
Xiao Zhan shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Xiao has never been used to those ancient colorful tricks, which specialize in blinding people's ears and eyes, deceiving people's minds, and showing contempt for them. It's not a hidden weapon to hurt people, Zen Master
Why make such a fuss?"
Zen Master Lingzhen snorted coldly and was about to refute it, but unexpectedly, Yang Chaoxi took advantage of the moment when he was angry and distracted and suddenly threw a ball of objects!
It's no longer enough to stop him at this point.
Zen Master Lingzhen snatched the spear from a monk's hand and threw it towards the whirling object. The thinning raindrops hit the gun body and scattered into several inconspicuous water splashes. The water splashes were connected together to form the spear stroke.
The track that breaks the rain curtain.
However, before the gun head could catch up, the mass had already shattered on top of Gucai Operator's head. The golden liquid splashed down, and most of it fell on Gucai Operator, pouring directly on his head and face. The pieces shattered.
The lumps were scattered all over the floor, rolling and jumping on the square platform, and finally stopped one after another. Only then did Zen Master Lingzhen see clearly that the lump was actually the remains of a wine grape.
At this time, anger was of no use. He was moving around on the stage. The tireless Zhang Dayou shook his body and was freed from the illusion. He took a few steps back with his feet and settled on a corner of the square platform. He held out a pole like a sword in his hand.
, Wen'ur, who had just thrown the rope and performed the magic from afar, did not dare to ignore it in the slightest.
Wen'ur's illusion was broken, and the fierce light in his eyes became more fierce. He held the rope with both arms, struggled hard, and actually tore the thick rope with his bare hands!
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Immediately, he used the rope as a stick, used his body as a shaft, and danced the two-foot-long rope in his hand like a flywheel with a long pole, and once again crushed Zhang Duyou who was occupying a corner.
Zen Master Lingzhen felt a little relieved when he saw that Wen Wur was not affected by the wine, but quickly adjusted his offensive and rushed out with a furious attitude. He was just angry because Yang Chaoxi and others violated the rules, but he also suppressed it.
He just hinted at the monks of Xiangshan Temple to pay more attention to the movements of Yang Zhaoxi and others. If there is any violation of the rules again, they must be suppressed with thunderous force.
Zhang Zhangyou narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the rapidly approaching rope pulley. His voice was cold: "Ha! What a powerful method, but it turns out it's just a 'rope skill'!"
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