Chapter 51 The Nuo Opera Knife Ladder, a Horror Scene
Tonight, Tianning City is decorated with lights, bustling with people, and full of prosperity.
Compared with Yong'an County and the small villages we passed before, it's like a completely different world.
Looking at the dark crowd of heads, Jiang Wuji felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.
"After Tiandao Temple refines the Qingling Pill, it will be supplied to Lecheng first, and then Tianning City." Murong Wanfeng, who was walking beside Jiang Wuji, said.
"However, it is so lively tonight mainly because of the Nuo opera. It is still deserted on weekdays. After all, the epidemic has just passed, and it will still take a long time to restore the previous prosperity."
"Brother! Tanghulu!" Jiang Zhiyu, who was walking on the other side, took Jiang Wuji's arm and pointed at a vendor not far away carrying a straw target.
There are actually candied haws for sale. It seems that the plague ended here much earlier than in Yong'an County.
"Want to eat candied haws?"
"think!"
"Then buy it."
After stopping the hawker, Jiang Zhiyu began to pick at the straw target. She wanted to pick the biggest bunch and the one with the most syrup!
At this time, Jiang Wuji looked at Murong Wanfeng who was standing aside and asked, "Do you want it?"
Murong Wanfeng pursed her red lips: "Then I want a bunch too."
Then, Jiang Wuji looked at Captain Qi and Cao Li who were following them, "Do you two want it?"
Captain Qi ignored Jiang Wuji.
Cao Lize walked up to the vendor, frowned and said, "The candied haws of yours are too messy, can't you make them neater? Can you do business?"
Vendor: "Yes, yes, you are right to teach me a lesson..."
There will be only five of them now, and the others will stay at the inn to rest.
With Qi Duwei, a seventh-grade warrior, here, as long as he doesn't betray the enemy, safety is guaranteed.
As for Cao Li, Jiang Wuji brought him here. After all, apart from Xiaoyu, he was also familiar with Cao Li.
"Eat the first one, brother." Jiang Zhiyu brought the candied haws to Jiang Wuji.
Jiang Wuji shook his head: "No, you can eat."
"Oh, brother, you have to eat what you want."
"All right……"
"Is it sweet?"
"sweet."
Looking at the brother and sister, Murong Wanfeng suddenly felt that his candied haws were not sweet at all.
However, Jiang Wuji also noticed the cunning flash in his sister's eyes.
Suddenly there was a roar of gongs and drums, and a crowd surged.
Hearing the sound, a group of strangely dressed people with various exaggerated masks appeared in the middle of the road.
They danced and walked, causing cheers from the onlookers.
"Is this a Nuo opera?" Jiang Wuji frowned, feeling that something was different from what he imagined.
The Nuo opera team is very large. In addition to people walking and dancing, there are also dragon and lion dancers.
It's just that the shape of the dragon and lion is very weird. The dragon is very long, but it doesn't have dragon horns and claws. Instead, it looks like a python. The lion head is not the kind of lion head that Jiang Wuji knew, but a human face, flat and large.
Smiling human face.
The Nuo opera team moved forward slowly in one direction, and the crowd surged with them, making it extremely lively.
After walking for about half an hour, a straight upward ladder attracted most people's attention.
The ladder is at least thirty meters high, with sharp steel knives running through the middle as the crossbar of the ladder. There is also a three-pronged fork glowing with cold light at the top of the ladder. There is a white sheet spread under the ladder.
A lotus flower with copper-colored braziers placed at the four corners.
At this moment, the Nuo opera team has been lined up around the ladder in an orderly manner, with some sense of positioning.
Then a barefoot young man walked up to the lotus picture. In front of everyone, he tied a red cloth on his head. Then he took out a steel knife with a bell and began to dance vigorously. Every time he danced, a piece of red cloth was tied to his head.
The bells will make a crisp sound.
The cheers and shouts came and went like waves, one after another, continuously.
This extremely lively scene made Jiang Wuji forget to look for Qing Xuanzi for a moment.
"I didn't expect that this Nuo opera would include a sword ladder." Murong Wanfeng looked at the straight sword ladder and was a little surprised.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Wuji asked.
Murong Wanfeng gently pushed the hair on his forehead behind his ears and said: "I heard my father mention that going up the knife ladder is the most important skill in Nuo opera and it is also the most solemn ceremony to bid farewell to the souls of the dead. But I always feel that
This method is too much..."
At this moment, several people wearing black and red ghost-face masks walked towards the knife ladder, each holding a bamboo pole as thick as an arm.
Amid cheers, they swung their bamboo poles and threw them at the steel knives on the knife ladder.
"Kakaka!..."
The bamboo pole broke with a snap, but the steel knife remained motionless.
This link is to prove that these steel knives are edged and extremely sharp!
Then, the barefoot young man stretched his neck and sang loudly:
"Master gave me copper-stamped shoes and iron-stamped shoes. When the knife goes up, the fire comes up! Put the left foot on the lotus pedal, the right foot on the lotus pedal, the lotus pedal, the lotus pedal, and the knife to get the lotus!"
While singing, the man climbed up the knife ladder with his bare hands and feet.
However, a scene that surprised Jiang Wuji happened.
He has also seen a lot of acrobatic performances. Usually the performers of such shows are all practitioners, so there are basically no accidents, not to mention this is a world where people can cultivate immortals.
But the scene before him was completely different. The sharp steel knife directly cut open the man's palms and soles, and bright red blood dripped down the mottled steel knife.
The crowd became quiet at this time. Some people stared at the figure on the knife ladder with their brows furrowed, while others turned their heads and did not dare to look.
As the man climbed higher and higher, there was more and more blood on the knife ladder, and even pieces of debris fell down.
The white lotus picture at the bottom of the knife ladder was dyed a dazzling blood red...
