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Xia Ming: Come on stage, let me introduce myself first.
Cheng Yu: I should introduce it.
Xia Ming: Why do we have to introduce it? It’s just because our performance is not good. You will know who to scold soon. His name is Cheng Yu. I will just--forget it. This cross talk is about talking, learning and singing...
Cheng Yu: Of course that’s not right. You also have to introduce yourself.
Xia Ming: I am just mentally retarded, do I still need an introduction?
Cheng Yu: Why are you mentally retarded again when I come to you?
Xia Ming: I'm just mentally retarded. What's wrong? I'm not proud either! From now on, we will perform on stage. The announcer said this. Now please enjoy the cross talk, the performer, Cheng Yu, who is mentally retarded.
(The audience applauded again.)
Cheng Yu: Do you think this is true? You need to introduce it well.
Xia Ming: I have to give a good introduction.
Cheng Yu: That’s necessary!
Xia Ming: Well, my name is Xia Ming and his name is Cheng Yu. We are two primary school students. We are also senior brothers.
Cheng Yu: Yes, I am his junior brother.
Xia Ming: We both practice martial arts. When it comes to practicing martial arts, I am not as good as my junior brother.
Cheng Yu: You are humble.
Xia Ming: Why do you say that? The practice of martial arts is about inheritance. The person on the stage just now, my senior brother Song Tianxu, is the swordsman.
Cheng Yu: Just wait a minute. What does it mean to be mean?
Xia Ming: What should I say? Didn’t he just take a sword and play around with it?
Cheng Yu: That’s called sword dancing.
Xia Ming: This guy keeps picking at my hemorrhoids. (audience laughing)
Cheng Yu: That’s called a word.
Xia Ming: OK, I’ll listen to you. I can’t communicate with you. As for the sword dancer, why does he practice well?
Cheng Yu: Why?
Xia Ming: His father is a martial arts practitioner, a hero from Liangshan, and a descendant of Songjiang, Songgong and Ming Dynasty.
Cheng Yu: Yes.
Xia Ming: That senior sister on the stage just now, the whipper, Song Tianjiao, why did you practice so well?
Cheng Yu: Why?
Xia Ming: Her father practices martial arts.
Cheng Yu: Yes, it’s true, her father is the principal of our martial arts school.
Xia Ming: Why does my junior brother practice so well? His father is... (Cheng Yu quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth to stop him.)
Cheng Yu: Okay, I almost made you slip up, my father does not practice martial arts.
Xia Ming: Yes, your dad is into martial arts. (The audience bursts into applause.) Okay, look at you dads, hello everyone, big brother, we are all here.
Cheng Yu: Damn it, are you talking nonsense? You’re not taking advantage of me, are you?
Xia Ming: I see people are so good at practicing, so I can’t be too bad. I have to practice hard and practice hard. I practice...(kick my legs and stretch my fists to practice hard)
Cheng Yu: Just wait a moment. What have you been doing since you practiced like this?
Xia Ming: When I first started, I practiced somersaults first, such as cartwheels, front flips, back flips, cartwheels, front cartwheels, back cartwheels, side somersaults, front flips, back flips, back flips, two and three times.
The earth is turned upside down and the world is turned upside down, called Xiaofan... (a passage)
Cheng Yu: Why is there such a thing as Xiaofan here?
Xia Ming: Anyway, it’s just tossing and turning.
Cheng Yu: What is your best translation?
Xia Ming: What I am best at is doing front flips for two and a half days.
Cheng Yu: Why don’t you starve to death!
Xia Ming: What’s wrong? Why are you still starving to death?
Cheng Yu: You just landed in two and a half days, how about not eating?
Xia Ming:How much should it be?
Cheng Yu: Two and a half weeks!
Xia Ming: Two and a half weeks, oh my God! (Xia Ming looked surprised and calculated.) 17 days, 18 days, that would mean starving to death. (The audience burst into laughter)
Cheng Yu: Two and a half weeks, that’s two and a half circles. Do you understand? If you don’t see it, you are really a retard.
Xia Ming: Oh, I understand, two and a half weeks.
Cheng Yu: Then don’t just talk and don’t practice. Come and do it here.
Xia Ming: Here, okay, I will risk my life, I will die here in a while, so what do you do...
Cheng Yu: You are risking your life by running here.
Xia Ming: Isn’t it just a somersault? It’s two and a half weeks, right? You all have to count it. Half a turn is not much, definitely two and a half weeks.
(Xia Ming jumped up high, and it lasted for two and a half weeks. He landed on his head, and his mouth was chewing on the ground. Half of his face was swollen.)
Cheng Yu: Oh my god, it’s really two and a half weeks. (I can’t bear to look at it) Let me take a look.
(Cheng Yu steps forward and helps Xia Ming up.)
When the audience saw that half of Xia Ming's face was swollen like a steamed bun, they shook their heads and sighed.
Audience: "What you said in cross talk, you really dare to play, I'm afraid it will take a few days to get better."
(Cheng Yu stroked Xia Ming’s face with his left hand for a moment, absorbing the Jiuyang’s fighting spirit.)
After Cheng Yu took his hand away again, a magical scene appeared, and half of Xia Ming's swollen face returned to normal.
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. Bang bang bang bang...
Chen Tianhao temporarily adjusted the plan. After Cheng Yu's program ended, the performance ended.
As the legal person and first leader of the Mingshui Shenwu Hall, Chen Tianhao took the stage and spoke.
“Dear viewers, first of all, I would like to express my great gratitude to everyone for coming to support me!”
"The main purpose of our Shenwu Hall is to inherit Chinese martial arts. The preliminary planned business scope mainly includes: security services, martial arts performances, regular arenas, challenge services, improvement services, martial arts training, teaching services, guidance services, standard setting, and special sales
.”
"To explain specifically, we have printed some brochures, which contain the specific content of service projects, as well as the plan for the first month of opening. They are placed outside the gate. When you leave, you can pick them up at will. Promote more and support more.
,Thank you everyone! Thank you!" Chen Tianhao repeatedly handed over.
In the following days, there were five to six performances every day, including two exciting finales, which were packed every day.
The performance lasted for seven consecutive days, and Cheng Yu's fame quickly spread.
Qinwang Lake is located fifty miles northwest of Mingshui River.
The mountains and rivers here are beautiful and the scenery is beautiful.
I saw green peaks surrounded by clear water, and the hillsides were covered with flowers and grass.
Cheng Yu and Song Tianjiao were walking on the ancient scenic road and had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery in front of them.
Cheng Yu released his spiritual consciousness and swept into the lake. The lake was crystal clear and fish and shrimps were swimming in it.
Then I quickly and roughly scanned the entire lake. The water quality was very clean, and my heart suddenly sank.
He knew in his heart that it was impossible to find what he was looking for in this kind of environment, because Requiem locked in such a bright and clear environment could not exist for thousands of years, and could only be a very gloomy place.
Is there a mistake? General Luo Cheng did not die in battle here. "Let's take a walk inside again, senior sister."
"Have you found anything, junior brother?" Song Tianjiao heard the bad news from Cheng Yu's tone. "Don't worry, there might be water nearby."
Yes, senior sister is right. It seems that senior sister's mind is getting stronger and stronger.
Thinking of this, he released his spiritual consciousness again and explored the surroundings.
Sure enough, walking further inside, there is a valley with a pool of water in it. Moreover, this valley is filled with the atmosphere of an ancient battlefield, that is, endless killing intent, spreading from the bottom of the pool into the air.
Cheng Yu's confidence doubled, "Sister, there is hope." After saying that, he quickened his pace.
The further I walked inside, the more I felt something was wrong, and from time to time I encountered returning tourists.
The kind-hearted tourist warned, "Don't go inside, the Black Dragon Pool attraction inside is closed."
"Last year, when I came over to play, I could go in and have a look."
"You also said that last year, a month before the Spring Festival, it was okay. It was only recently closed. I heard there were monsters in the water."
"What monster?"
The sound of talking gradually faded away with the returning tourists.
"If I had known this was the case, it would be better not to come. It would be better to go see the Shenwu Hall performance than come here." Several more tourists came towards me.
"I came here just to get some water from the Black Dragon Pond. Have you heard that the water has an aphrodisiac effect?"
"I've heard about it too, but it's still in vain. It's really better to stay in the city and watch the martial arts show."
"You don't know. I went to see it the day before yesterday. It was so exciting. A child drank ten buckets of water in one breath, sprayed it out, and shot it through a stone slab. Isn't that amazing?"
"Really or not, let's go and have a look tomorrow."
"It ended yesterday."
"That's such a shame!"
"However, I heard that they plan to make this kind of performance a regular one, arranging performances a few days every month and arranging competitions at other times. Anyway, each has its own excitement."
"The competition is not bad, you can go and check it out later." (Dear friends, I especially need everyone to collect it. I need at least 200 people to collect it. If you really like what I write, please click on the three buttons in the upper right corner of your phone.
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"Junior brother, they are talking about you." Song Tianjiao looked proud, as if he was talking about her.
"They said about me, why are you proud of me, senior sister?"
"They are talking about my own junior brother, shouldn't I be proud?"
"It should be." Cheng Yu agreed, his expression serious, because he now felt that the pool of water was not murderous, but dangerous.
This danger actually becomes stronger the closer it gets.
As expected, there were roadblocks blocking the way ahead, and a sign read: "Construction ahead, Black Dragon Pool attractions are closed, tourists are prohibited."
Song Tianjiao felt depressed and sat down on the rocks on the roadside. (To be continued)