A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 615: How many people have you killed? (Please order in full)

At night, the lights in the room were turned off, and Hua Twelve got up from the kang. He hadn't absorbed the Xuanwu Gangsha for a few days, so he planned to find a quiet place to practice his skills.

When he went down to put on his shoes, a row of bald heads on the bunk behind him raised their heads and looked at him from behind with furtive looks.

"Brother, where are you going?"

The person who asked the question was Xiao Shitou. This girl was still dissatisfied at first, but after being beaten twice, the senior brother's scream became very smooth.

"Where do I have to explain to you?"

Hua Twelve turned around and brushed his hands. The row of heads and melons behind him all retracted into the bed, leaving only small stones with a sneer on their faces.

"Isn't this for senior brother? It's extremely cold outside today, and the white hair is so strong that the urine will freeze into ice on the cow's eyes. If senior brother wants to be more convenient, use the urine in our house. Just a bucket!”

Hua Twelve was too lazy to pay attention to him: "I can't sleep, let's go out for a walk!" After saying that, he opened the door and left.

As soon as he left, a row of bald heads came out of the bed again. The little guy's eyes rolled around and he suddenly said:

"Aren't you trying to run away?"

After saying that, he stood up: "No, I have to take a look!"

Forbidden City.

The last emperor just moved out here last month. At this time, except for a few eunuchs who stayed behind, there was no one else in the Ming and Qing Forbidden City. It was definitely a good place for cultivation.

Hua Twelve was on the top of the main hall of the Qianqing Palace, reciting mantras, stepping on the Gang and fighting, reading the stars, and absorbing the Xuanwu Gangsha. From the sky, a cold light shot down from the direction of the Big Dipper cluster and poured directly into Hua Twelve's body.

When the evil spirit entered his body, Hua Twelve immediately used the divine energy in his body to refine and absorb it. At this time, he felt a misty coming out of the dust, as if he would fly to the moon and soar in the next second.

After a while, this artistic conception slowly dissipated, and Hua Twelve returned to his original appearance.

What's interesting is that when Hua Twelve absorbed the Xuanwu Gangsha, a weasel was looking up to the sky and worshiping the moon on the brackets of Xinuang Pavilion not far from Qianqing Palace.

When the Gang Sha fell, Huang Pizi was startled, and his big mung bean eyes stared straight at the figure on the Qianqing Palace.

Hua Twelve has excellent eyesight and can see clearly. It was also the first time for him to see Huang Pizi worshiping the moon, which was very refreshing. At this time, after practicing, he was so happy to see Hunter Xin that he stepped on it, and his whole body felt like he was stepping on the moon. It drifted from Qianqing Palace towards Xinuang Pavilion.

The yellow man was startled, turned around and ran away. He followed the brackets down to the eaves, scurried back and forth before disappearing.

Hua Twelve was very disappointed. He also thought about whether this yellow man would come to ask him for a title, and asked him whether he was an elephant god or an elephant man. He had already thought about it, and then he answered that it looked like a scarf. It happened to be that I still had it. missing one.

What a pity, why do you think it ran away?

Lighting a cigar on the Xinuan Pavilion, Hua Twelve began to think about the world and the mission.

Judging from the current clues, this world should be the world set in the movie "Farewell My Concubine", and his replacement identity should be Cheng Dieyi, a famous actor in the capital later.

The world and the substitute characters were all clear, and Hua Twelve began to speculate on the two hidden tasks. In the original drama of "Farewell My Concubine", Cheng Dieyi was undoubtedly a tragic figure. According to the system's urine, [-]% of them were I want to change this guy's fate.

In addition, Cheng Dieyi is a famous Peking Opera actress. This task may also start from opera, either to improve his achievements in folk art or to protect traditional drama.

Hua Twelve sighed. The first one was easy to say, but the second one was really more troublesome. Considering that the system asked him to replace Cheng Dieyi when he was a teenager, his guess was [-]% correct. It was probably just to give him time to study. What about Beijing Opera?

After staying in the Forbidden City for more than an hour, Hua Twelve returned to the Guan Family Theater Troupe before dawn.

At this time, the lights in the Guan family opera troupe were brightly lit. Master Guan and several opera teachers were carrying oil lamps and looking for people all over the yard.

Master Guan looked anxious and angry and shouted:

"Go and look around the penthouse and the stables again. The walls of this courtyard are high and he can't climb out."

An opera teacher responded, holding a lamp and heading towards the back.

Master Guan’s beard was trembling wildly, and his mouth was blowing white air in the cold wind:

"This is a rare and good seedling. Why don't you know how to cultivate yourself and cherish it? What if you run out in the cold weather? You will freeze to death on the street before you reach Bada Hutong. well."

"Master, what are you looking for?"

Master Guan suddenly turned around and saw a cute little man standing there in front of the corridor, and he was suddenly surprised.

Then his face darkened and he shouted angrily: "Where have you gone?"

“It’s been a long night without any intention of sleeping, come out for a walk!”

In the hall, Master Guan held the knife blank and pointed in front of the statue of the Patriarch: "Kneel down!"

Hua Twelve sighed softly: "I'm here now, I really don't want to run away!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I told you to kneel down here!" Master Guan even raised his knife. He must give this disobedient a lesson today.

Hua Twelve said calmly: "I am born with hard bones and cannot kneel down, so just beat me like this!"

Master Guan was trembling with anger, he picked up the knife and pulled it out: "I told you to be tough, I told you to be tough."

Shengsheng cut off a knife blade, and Hua Twelve yawned: "Calm down, I really don't want to leave. I'm sleepy today. Let's have a good chat tomorrow!"

After saying that, he walked out of the main room without being asked and went back to the apprentice's room.

Master Guan blew his beard and glared, and said to several opera teachers: "Hey, have you seen this?"

As he said this, he suddenly laughed: "This temperament is a bit interesting!"

Hua Twelve returned to the Tongpu room. As soon as he entered, the lively scene inside suddenly became quiet, and then he snorted under the quilt.

He stood at the door and looked at these grown-ups, and sneered:
"Master beat me and broke off a knife blade. I don't ask which of you sold me. The innocent one will be considered unlucky!"

After Hua Twelve finished speaking, he also took out a blade from behind, which he had just used in the main room. He walked over and faced the fellow apprentices on the bunk, and slapped them on their heads and faces.

Everyone who was beaten knelt down to admit their mistake and refused to stop. In the end, the sword was cut off.

More than 20 young men were whipped like zebras. This is called a person with a clear mind.

Of course, Hua Twelve's moves were measured, and it only hurt the skin and flesh, and did not hurt the muscles and bones, and it did not affect his practice the next day.

In the theater the next day, Master Guan was in good spirits. He did not show any anger from yesterday. He stood in the middle of the theater with a smile and said loudly to the apprentices who were shouting, kicking and somersaulting around him:

"He is a human, so he has to listen to the drama. If he doesn't listen to the drama, he is not a human. What kind of pig or dog? If he doesn't listen to the drama, is he a human? He is an animal!"

"So, if there is a show, we can go to the Liyuan!"

"Since our singing career, no one in any dynasty or generation has ever been as popular as our Peking Opera. You guys have caught up!"

All the troupe apprentices shouted at the same time: "That's right!"

Master Guan shouted, "Practice hard," and waved Hua Twelve aside to start teaching:
"We in Liyuan Opera regard Kun Opera as the ancestor of all operas. If you want to sing Peking Opera well, you must first learn Kun Opera. It can be said that if you learn Kun Opera well, you have laid a good foundation for singing opera!"

"In Kun Opera, men are afraid of Ye Ben, and women are afraid of Si Fan. Ye Ben tells the story of Lin Chong's Night Ben, and Si Fan is a chapter in "The Story of Nie Hai". It tells the story of a young nun who first fell in love and regretted escaping into Buddhism."

"Today, master, I will teach you a lesson..., Sifan!"

Hua Twelve said: "Master, I'm going to learn to run at night!"

He doesn't want to learn how to play the role of a female actor, and he has to show off his accents and have lotus fingers. With his skills, let alone playing Lin Chong, he can even fight Lin Chong, so he should be a martial arts student.

Master Guan’s orchid fingers were raised. Just when he was about to sing, he heard this sentence. He hesitated slightly and persuaded:

"With your figure and your face, you were born to play a leading role!"

Hua Twelve didn't say anything. He took a step back, and the crackling sound was a through-arm punch. What does it mean to use a long shot to strike far, and what does it mean to change the back with a beam? Master Guan finally knows the reason why those disciples can't defeat this kid. .

He closed his fist and said: "Master, my skills are also what a martial arts student should be!"

Master Guan’s eyes sparkled: “Why don’t we learn together?”

Hua Twelve still could not escape the fate of being a junior student.

"The little nun is only twenty-eight years old, and her hair was cut off by the master in her youth. I am a girl, not a boy. Why do I wear a yellow ribbon around my waist and a straight skirt? When I see other couples, one pair faces each other in brocade. Luo, people can't help but feel anxious."

Cheng Dieyi's tragedy was that he couldn't turn a corner, he didn't understand that the play was fake, and no one told him seriously. So since he started learning the play "Sifan", he started to pick out words and compete with himself.

For example, the word "nu Jiao'e" in the original sentence of this paragraph must be replaced by "male boy". I am originally a male boy, not a nv Jiao'e, so I am thinking about nothing, that is called Si Chun.

After being slapped in the face by reality, I finally changed my words, but my orientation began to distort from that moment on.

Now here in Hua Twelve, there is not so much awkwardness. The play is just a play, and it is not real. Don't sing "I am a female Jiao'e". Even if he sings "I am your father" to the audience, he won't do it. Just hit the ground running.

Hua Twelve listened to a piece of "Sifan" only once. He had a good tune and a good attitude, and there was not a single word wrong in what he sang.

Master Guan, who was sitting down to teach opera, suddenly stood up and asked, "Where did you learn it before? Who gave it to you?"

"I never learned it, you taught me"

Master Guan's eyes wandered, he thought about it and sang "Ye Ben" again, and then said: "Sing it!" Hua Twelve sang it again exactly as it was, and Master Guan was shocked again:

"You really haven't learned anything?"

Hua Twelve shook his head.

"Really?" "Really!"

"As expected?" "As expected!"

Both of them asked and answered questions in different accents, and Master Guan burst out laughing: "Okay, okay, you're not a good person, it's not allowed by God."

Half a year in the blink of an eye.

The weather in the capital became sultry. Hua Twelve, who had grown a head taller, was wearing silk and satin clothes, followed by the master of the theater troupe, and walked into Rouge Alley one after another.

Rouge Hutong is one of the eight major alleys. There are more than a dozen restaurants in it. The story of the Peking Opera "Su San Qi Jie" takes place here. Su Sanyu Tangchun was once a famous prostitute in this alley.

Since that day, Hua Twelve showed his photographic memory in front of Master Guan, his talent for learning opera as if he were reproducing it, and he received special treatment in the opera troupe. He also took advantage of the situation and proposed that he wanted to walk on the street every day.

Master Guan refused at first, but he really loved his talent and was reluctant to say harsh words to Hua Twelve, so he promised to agree to his request whenever he could sing fifty parts of the opera.

Originally, it would only take a month or two to learn Fifty-Part Opera Twelve, but that would be too shocking, so it was simply delayed for half a year.

It wasn't until yesterday that he was amazed by his skills in front of Master Guan and all his juniors, that he was allowed to leave the troupe and go out for a walk, but he had to be protected by a martial arts master from the troupe.

Watching Hua Twelve go to Rouge Alley, Master Wu Sheng behind him originally wanted to stop him, but suddenly he thought of the woman holding the child last winter. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He sighed softly and followed him in.

In Cuifangli, there is a three-in-one courtyard with more than [-] houses. It was originally an official residence during the Ming Dynasty. By the end of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, it had become one of the more famous houses in the eight alleys.

Just as Hua Twelve was about to walk inside, the waiter stopped him with his hand and asked with a smile:
"Master, how old are you when you go in? Do you know what kind of place we are here?"

He casually took out a silver dollar and threw it out: "Do you recognize this here, or do you recognize your age?" The silver dollar was obtained from the 'World of Grandmasters' and he still had a lot of it in his storage space.

"Thank you for your reward, please come inside!"

Hua Twelve walked straight in. A bustard came to greet him, but he ignored it. He turned left and right according to his memory, and arrived at a side room. There was a sign hanging on the door with the word "Yanhong" written on it.

As soon as he lifted the curtain and pushed the door open, he went in. A woman's cry suddenly came from inside: "Whose unlucky kid is barging in before he even gets up?"

Hua Twelve walked out expressionlessly and stood at the door with his hands behind his back.

The bustard who caught up had a displeased look on his face and was about to speak when Hua Twelve said, "Mother Zhang, don't you recognize her?"

The Madam was stunned for a moment and looked at it carefully: "Hey, it's Xiaodouzi. Didn't you tell me that you have joined the theater troupe? You are dressed in a rich and noble outfit, so you are on a high branch."

The curtain behind the door opened, and Yan Hong, wearing a half-sleeved cheongsam, came out. She fastened the buttons on her hands, hurriedly walked to Hua Twelve, and said urgently:
"You ran out by yourself?"

Behind her, a middle-aged man with a mustache wearing a mandarin jacket and a top hat came out, stood at the door and buttoned up his collar, then snorted very dissatisfied and walked away.

The bustard quickly went over to apologize.

Yanhong held Hua Twelve's shoulders with both hands: "Speak, did you run out?"

"The master said that I have completed my studies and will be on stage at Guanghe Tower next month!"

After hearing this, Yan Hong burst into tears: "You have learned to lie, and I will tell you not to learn well!" She raised her hand high and was about to swipe it down.

Suddenly someone grabbed his wrist, it was the martial arts master who was protecting Hua Twelve.

"Your son is incredible. He knows how to read what the master taught him. He has learned fifty plays in half a year. Master Guan has taught him that he must be a role player. When Guanghe Lou takes the stage next month, your son will definitely become a role player!"

Yanhong saw this master when she sent her son to the theater troupe, and recognized him immediately. She was surprised, happy, and unbelievable:
"Are you telling the truth?"

At this time, the bustard sent the guest away and came back angrily. It was obvious that he had failed to gain favor from the guest.

Hua Twelve said to Master Wu Sheng: "Master Wu, please wait outside for a moment. I'll say a few words to her and then we'll go back!"

When Master Wu Sheng heard that he didn't even call her mother, he looked at the mother and son in surprise, nodded, and took two steps away.

The Madam came over and pointed at Hua Twelve: "Okay, I've only been away from the hall for a few days. Don't you understand any of the rules? You just broke in when there were no guests in there. You are sincerely ruining my business."

Hua Twelve was too lazy to say anything more, so he turned around and opened the curtain, pushed the door open and entered the house.

The room is not big, just over ten square meters, but it has everything it needs. It is antique in style. There is a screen at the entrance. Behind the screen is an Arhat bed used to smoke longevity ointment. On the left side of the room is the Eight Immortals table for drinking flower wine, and behind it is the Eight Immortals table for drinking flower wine. It's a canopy bed for sleeping.

The room was lit with incense and had a special, weird smell.

Outside, Yanhong gave Zhang's mother a good apology, and after all the good things she said, the latter left muttering.

Then Yan Hong happily stood at the door and shouted to a nearby wing: "Xiangyun, come quickly with a plate of watermelon, we have a distinguished guest!"

After shouting, he turned around and returned to the room, opening his arms to hug Hua Twelve: "Douzi, let me see, you have grown taller!"

Hua Twelve took a step back to avoid it. Yanhong looked at his movements, her hand stopped in mid-air, her body stiffened, and tears came out again:

"You still blame your mother, don't you?"

"No wonder!"

"Then you call me Niang"

Hua Twelve couldn't scream at all. He looked at the big smoking gun on Luohan's bed and asked, "Are you still smoking Fushou ointment?"

Yanhong's eyes were a little dodgey: "Mom, I'm just trying to apologize. If the guest wants to be beaten, what can I do?"

Dang bang
Hua Twelve casually threw two big yellow croakers on the table of the Eight Immortals: "Is it enough to redeem you? Buy a house and live there first."

Yanhong's eyes were full of shock. Just as she was about to ask where the gold came from, the door was pushed open and a little girl with a Nezha haircut came in carrying a plate of cut watermelon with a soft and waxy voice. , with a hint of coquettishness:
"Master, the watermelon is here!"

As he spoke, he looked into the room and was surprised when he saw a young man about the same age as himself: "Master, is this your guest?"

Yanhong took the watermelon and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, this is my son!"

After that, he introduced to Hua Twelve: "This is Xiangyun. He was sold into the palace by his father two months ago. Now he is learning pipa from me."

Hua Twelve looked at the little girl, his eyes moved slightly, and he threw out another gold bar: "I ransomed her too, and she will stay with you and take care of you!"

Only then did Xiangyun notice the gold bars on the table. He opened his mouth in surprise, with little stars in his eyes.

What Yan Hong wanted to say, Hua Twelve didn’t want to hear, so he said directly:
"I want to become a famous actor. You don't want someone to stab me in the back and tell others that my mother is from a noble family."

Yanhong's body was shaken violently, and tears were falling down. What she wanted to say was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

Xiangyun, like a little pepper, put her hands on her hips and said, "How do you talk?"

Hua Twelve ignored her and asked Yanhong, "Can you just say it?"

Yanhong cried and nodded.

Hua Twelve then said: "Then do as I say, and when you're done, go to the Guan Family Theater Troupe and send me a message. Xiaodouzi will be filial to you from now on!"

After saying that, without staying any longer, he opened the door and walked out, nodded to Master Wu Sheng, and the two of them left Cuifangli.

After he left, Xiangyun quickly comforted Yanhong, but at this time Yanhong burst into tears and smiled: "Girl Xiangyun, did you hear that? My son said that he should be filial to me. He doesn't dislike me."

Just now, Yan Hong had a death wish, wanting to die to fulfill her son's wish, but at this moment, her son's words in her eyes were like spring sunshine shining into her heart wrapped in ice.

When Hua Twelve returned to the Guan Family Theater Troupe, he saw a car of this era parked in front of the theater troupe.

When I walked in, I saw that there seemed to be guests in the main room talking to Master Guan and several other teachers.

Seeing Hua Twelve come back, Master Guan came out and waved, waited for him to approach and pulled him into the main room:
"Come, let me introduce you to a new junior brother."

In addition to myself, there were three strangers in the main room, two adults in rich clothes, and a young man about the same age as Hua Twelve.

This young man is particularly outstanding. He is dressed in a white robe and a white satin mandarin jacket. His three-quarter-length oily hair is meticulously combed. He is fair and handsome. He looks like a young master from a wealthy family.

While Hua Twelve looked at each other, the other party was also looking at him, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.

I think the new junior brother in Master Guan's mouth should be referring to this young man.

Master Guan smiled and said: "You two introduce yourselves!"

The young man spoke first: "My surname is Hong, I am from Changsha. I have studied Beijing Opera and Flower Drum Opera. I came to the capital to learn the authentic Kunqiang from Master Guan."

Hua Twelve raised his eyebrows and raised his lips slightly: "You often kill people? How many people have you killed?"

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