"Sister, have you made a breakthrough?" In the room, Ruyi was making the bed when Liu Ruyi walked in and said with surprise.
The old woman who was fighting with her in the yard just now was extremely close to the realm of a master. Judging from the way her sister had lightly forced her back just now, she was probably already entering that realm that martial arts practitioners dream of.
Liu Ruyi nodded, without denying it, and said: "We just broke through soon, and it will take some time to stabilize."
Although she said it calmly, in fact, until now, her heart was full of surprise at this unexpected event.
Although she was only one step away from that realm before, she might not be able to take this step in her lifetime.
Diligence, talent, opportunity, and even luck are all crucial factors for taking this step, and they are indispensable. In the martial arts world, there are many masters who are one step away from the master, but there are only a few masters who are masters.
This shows how difficult it is to take this step.
Thinking of the reason for her breakthrough, Liu Ruyi looked back at her and said, "After a while, I will teach you Tai Chi. It should be helpful to break through."
"Tai Chi?"
A trace of doubt appeared on Liu Ruyi's face. Isn't this the messy boxing style that Li Yi often used?
What is it about using softness to overcome hardness, using strength to fight, and pushing a thousand pounds with four ounces? He doesn't know martial arts, and he talks nonsense. Last time her sister followed him to fool around, Liu Ruyi didn't take it to heart, but when she mentioned this matter now, it was definitely not just a whim.
"Could it be..."
A ridiculous possibility suddenly occurred to her, and she turned back to look out the door.
In the yard, Li Yi was supported by Xiao Huan and was asking Lao Fang to move the chair out. He always felt bored lying in the house. In comparison, he still liked to bask in the sun in the yard.
About half an hour later, Liu Ruyi walked out of the room and looked at Li Yi, who was lying on the chair and telling Xiaohuan a story, with confusion in his eyes.
At the same time, next to Ruyifang, not far away from the tile house, the Goulan, which had always only had two or three guests, was now full of seats. There were still people standing in the aisle, which was extremely crowded. The old storyteller was sitting on the stage with a serious face.
The voice was different from the previous hoarseness, giving people an eerie feeling.
"The evil ghost has a green face and extremely sharp teeth. She only has the whites of her eyes but no pupils. She spread a piece of human skin on the couch and is taking out a colored pen to draw on the skin. After a while, the evil ghost will
I dropped the pen and put the human skin on my body. I saw that the evil ghost wearing the human skin turned into the appearance of the woman who went home with Wang Sheng..."
The old man's voice was ghastly, and while he was telling the story, he could actually make strange noises that made people's hair stand on end, just like the voice of an evil ghost. Some people underneath looked excited, some looked pale, but their eyes were still staring closely.
The old man was unwilling to move away even for a moment.
After hearing the wonderful story, the old man stopped talking. They all took out copper coins and threw them on the stage, urging loudly.
"Hey, brother, I didn't lie to you, did I?" A certain strong man in the crowd looked at the pale man next to him and said with a smile.
The man looked back at him, his voice still trembling, and said: "I believe it, I believe it..."
At first, this man said that after hearing the story of "Painted Skin", he didn't even dare to go to the latrine at night. He still didn't believe it, thinking that this man was either too timid or too exaggerated. After all, he himself was a frequent visitor to these hooks.
I have read many strange stories, but I have never heard of one that can scare people like this.
I was dragged here by this man with disdain in my heart today. However, when I came here, I found that all the seats were occupied, and there was no room to stand in front of me. I couldn't help being surprised.
Even the most lively Gou Lan has never seen such a hot scene.
Although the crowd was bustling, when the old man spoke, the entire hook immediately became audible, and everyone held their breath. If someone made a little noise, they would be immediately condemned by everyone.
Even just now, he saw a man who was hiccupping, being carried by two men and thrown out...
He had never seen such a scene before, and he began to believe what the big man said.
And as the old man slowly told the story, he no longer had the heart to doubt this man.
It’s not a cliché story about a talented man and a beautiful lady, nor is it the stories about ghosts and ghosts that I’m tired of hearing. The story is novel and interlocking. When I was wondering why the Taoist priest said that Wang Sheng was a “dying man”, the old man finally told the story.
reason.
It turned out that the woman was actually an evil ghost in human skin!
Just thinking about how the human skin was peeled off made his face turn pale. As soon as he assumed the role of Wang Sheng, he realized that the stunning woman he was singing with every night was actually an evil ghost...
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The old man's description of the evil ghost was so detailed and vivid that such a picture could almost appear in his mind involuntarily. The key was that the old guy would scream from time to time, making the hairs all over his body stand up.
Although he was frightened in his heart, he also felt a different kind of pleasure that made him want to continue listening.
If Li Yi were here, he would probably be amazed. This old man is indeed a professional storyteller. Whether it is the creation of a terrifying atmosphere or the magical ventriloquism, he can't even catch up with him.
Wang Sheng saw the evil ghost's painted skin with his own eyes. The story had reached a climax. The old man unexpectedly stopped suddenly and said something like "If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the explanation next time." Everyone in the audience
Before he could react, he ran away.
"What's the meaning?"
"It's just gone!"
"I'm playing this again. I've listened to this part three times. I just want to know what happens next!"
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The silence of the crowd did not last long before it erupted like a volcano, and even other bars were affected. Actors and singers were performing and singing, and their voices were suppressed. They could only watch the guests leave one after another, heading towards that place.
Goulan walked away, a sad and angry expression on his face.
Yesterday and today, this was the second time their business was robbed...
Bullying is too much, bullying is too much!
At this time, the old man was hiding behind the stage with a look of helplessness on his face.
He also wanted to know what happened next, but the scholar only told this paragraph!
Originally with the attitude of giving it a try, he gave a trial lecture on "Painted Skin" last night. Unexpectedly, so many people came this morning, and he was still riding a tiger.
If something like this happens again next time, his old bones will be torn apart by those people...
Li Yi was telling horror stories to Xiaohuan in the yard to exercise her courage. Suddenly there was a chaotic sound in the distance, and he and the little maid looked in the direction of the sound.
His vision was blocked by the courtyard wall, and when he was about to look back, a head popped out from the other side of the wall.
The next moment, Xiaohuan's face turned pale and she screamed subconsciously.
"Ghost!"
One moment, my uncle said that the ghost had its head chopped off by the Taoist priest and was still uttering human words. The next moment, a head appeared on the wall...
After screaming, the head on the wall disappeared, and Li Yi heard the girl's voice "Ouch" coming from the other side of the wall.
