A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 659: Pick a tackle! (Please order in full!)
Hua Twelve headed south with his sword at full speed. He was supposed to arrive at the Magic City on the same day, but firstly, it was too early to see him wielding his sword in the daytime. Secondly, at this time, he also felt that his murderous aura was a bit too strong, so he passed through Jinmen and entered. After arriving in Shandong, I found a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and put my sword light on the top of a mountain.

I took a bath in the clear and cold mountain spring water, took out new clothes from the storage space, put on them, and found a clean place to sleep. It wasn't until the murderous aura was gone from my body at night that I took advantage of the night to wield my sword and fly into the air again. , heading towards the Magic City.

Falling down outside the Magic City, he squeezed the time and entered the city at dawn at dawn. He did not go looking for anyone first, but followed the early risers to find a breakfast stall in an alley.

After calming down, Hua Twelve also wanted to satisfy his appetite. In this era, he had eaten all the snacks in Laosi Jiucheng, so he naturally wanted to try the snacks in Huangpu Beach.

I ordered pan-fried pancakes and duck blood vermicelli soup. The old man eating breakfast next to me chuckled and asked:

"You must be from out of town, this pan-fried pancake needs to be paired with curry beef soup to be authentic!"

Hua Twelve almost thought that he heard wrongly. There is curry beef in this era?
However, he still followed the old saying of "listen to others' advice and eat until you're full." He followed the good advice and said hello to the boss in exchange for a bowl of curry beef soup.

When the fried meat and beef soup were served, he took a bite of the fried meat and immediately felt that the meat filling was delicious and juicy. When he took a bite, his lips and teeth were fragrant. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the taste was better than the fried meat in the Magic City in later generations. ate too much.

I took another sip of the curry beef soup recommended by the uncle next to me. The beef was crispy and tender, the soup was fresh and slightly spicy, and curry powder was added for seasoning. It was really delicious.

The uncle asked with a smile: "Is it easy to cut?"

Hua Twelve knew that the other party was asking him if it was delicious, so he smiled and nodded: "It's so delicious!"

Listening to his strange tone of voice, there was a sound of good-natured laughter all around.

While I was eating, I heard someone yelling in the distance. The voice came all the way and was very excited. Everyone eating breakfast looked over there and saw someone holding a newspaper and shouting with surprise:

"The latest news is that the Eight-Armed Nezha appeared in Sijiu City and killed all the little devils who invaded Sijiu City."

People around him were not calm anymore. Some people asked if it was true or not, and some intellectuals stood up and reprimanded the other party for talking nonsense!
The man who took the newspaper was not happy: "What nonsense, it has been published in the newspaper, how can it be false?"

Immediately, a group of people gathered around me. Some people didn't finish their breakfast or food, and they were rushing to read the newspaper.

Hua Twelvexin said that the news spread really fast. One day later, he arrived in the Magic City, and what he did in Sijiu City was already published in the newspapers.

As soon as he thought about it, he laughed. No matter how fast he flew his sword, how could he be as fast as a telegraph? If something happened in the Republic of China, the whole country would be telegraphed. I guess not only the Magic City, but all over the country should know about it.

More and more people around were excited and cheering loudly after reading the newspaper. There was also the sound of someone setting off firecrackers in the distance, crackling like the Chinese New Year. Firecrackers were set off this early in the morning, probably because of the murder of the little devil. Bar.

After finishing the remaining pan-fried food in a few mouthfuls and drinking the soup in the bowl, Hua Twelve threw an ocean to the boss and walked towards the street. The boss shouted from behind:
"Sir, that's too much!"

Hua Twelve waved his hand without looking back, reached out to call a rickshaw waiting for work on the roadside, and went straight to the largest theater in the Magic City, Shuntian Theater.

While the coachman was pulling the cart, he chatted with Hua Twelve and said, "Sir, you are going to listen to Boss Cha's opera, right? You must have gone early!"

Hua Twelve was a little curious: "Boss Cha? What kind of show are you singing?"

"Beijing Opera, in Huangpu Beach, this is the martial artist who checks the boss!"

The driver stretched out a hand and gave a thumbs up.

When Hua Twelve looked at it, he said, yes, you can speak as you speak, and you have to drive with one hand. He smiled faintly:
"You say it's so powerful, then I have to take a closer look!"

The rickshaw stopped in front of the Sunchon Theater. Hua Twelve gave him a piece of gold as usual without any change, and the driver left with great gratitude.

Looking up, no wonder this theater is called a "theater". It is much larger than Guanghe Building. It is not an old-fashioned theater, but a Western-style building made of reinforced concrete, similar to the cinemas of later generations.

In the past two years, Hua Twelve has received messages from Shuntian Theater more than once, inviting him to go south to the Magic City to perform on stage. This time, Na Kun was asked to lead the group south, and Shuntian Theater was the first stop.

When I entered the theater and explained my identity to people, a waiter immediately came in to report.

After a short time, an old man with white hair came out to greet Na Kun. He was the first to greet him and said with a smile:
"Hey, I asked you why there were so many magpies squawking this morning. First I heard that the third prince of Nezha in Sijiu City showed up to kill the Japanese pirates. Then Boss Cheng arrived. Tell me, these good things come one after another. How can magpies Why don’t we get together and scream?”

Na Kun quickly introduced him: "This person is also from our [-]th city. My senior, the owner of Shuntian Grand Theater, Boss Wu Dechang Wu!"

Hua Twelve smiled and cupped his hands: "Hello, senior!"

Boss Wu's eyes stopped smiling and he quickly returned the favor: "Boss Cheng, you're welcome. I've been looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally you are here!"

Na Kun also lamented on the side: "I heard that the little Japs surrounded the Forty-Nine City and scared us to death. Fortunately, you are okay!"

Boss Wu made an inviting gesture: "Please come in, and we'll talk inside!"

After entering, I realized that Na Kun was drinking tea and chatting with Boss Wu. Duan Xiaolou and the others were arranged by Boss Wu to stay in a large courtyard instead of staying in the theater.

We can't blame Boss Wu for not providing good hospitality for living in a large courtyard. There were really too many people coming, not only the theater troupe, but also their families. There were hundreds or dozens of people, and it would be impossible to accommodate them without setting up a large courtyard.

Hua Twelve surrendered to Boss Wu again; "Boss Wu, you've taken the trouble!"

"If you don't provide good hospitality, just don't find fault!"

"Thank you very much for your kindness!"

After the two sides were polite, Boss Wu and Na Kun both asked about the affairs of Sijiucheng.

Hua Twelve only said that he came out a few days in advance. He didn't catch up with the third prince's apparition to kill the Japanese. He only found out about it when he arrived at Huangpu Beach today and read the newspaper.

Nakun bared his teeth and said, "Tell me, you two, is this news reliable? Don't be so happy for nothing, it would be a joke!"

Boss Wu hesitated and said: "No, I heard that the newspaper office in Sijiu City sent the telegram. This is the front page of the 'Declaration' publication, so how can it be wrong?"

"Oh, my ancestor showed up, kill him like a fool!"

The two were chatting enthusiastically. Hua Twelve smiled and said nothing. When they asked for his opinion, he said firmly:

"It was Nezha who did it!"

After talking about state affairs and talking about what was about to take place on stage, Na Kun was overjoyed with a look of admiration on his face:
"You don't know that there are experts in the theater industry in Magic City. Boss Wu, a famous actor in Magic City who plays a leading role in the theater, and Boss Cha Yingcha, are a martial arts expert, especially the pulley. I won't tell you yet. You, you must see it with your own eyes, it’s eye-opening, it’s eye-opening!”

Hua Twelve said with a smile: "When I came here just now, I heard the coachman mention checking the boss. I must take a good look at it later!" Boss Wu said: "In the afternoon, there will be a scene of checking the boss, which is to pick a pulley and ask Boss Cheng for more Give me some advice!”

"You don't dare. There are mountains beyond the mountains. This time I came to Magic City, firstly to accept Boss Wu's invitation, and secondly to communicate with colleagues from all over the world and learn with an open mind!"

After a business exchange, at noon, Boss Wu asked someone to invite Duan Xiaolou and the others, and then booked a table at the Peace Hotel to meet Hua Twelve.

Originally, Hua Twelve wanted to ask Boss Cha to come with him, so that they all knew each other, but Boss Wu said that Boss Cha was not sociable, so it would be better to wait until the afternoon to introduce them to each other. Of course, Hua Twelve was casual about this.

The Peace Hotel is in the French Concession. While eating, it was inevitable to talk about the legendary Mr. Du. Hua Twelve remembered that Mr. Du's backer was a Frenchman.

When I mentioned the results, I was shocked. The best man in the French Concession was not named Du, but Feng. His name was Feng Jingyao. He was also the boss of the French Concession gang. He had two generals, Xu Wenqiang and Ding Li, as well as Huang, Du, and Zhang from Sanxin Company. The three men fought against each other in the French Concession.

It is said that the Peace Hotel is protected by Feng Jingyao's Ding Li.

Hua Twelve immediately understood that this was another plot that sneaked into Shanghai, but he didn't know which version it was.

When Duan Xiaolou saw Hua Twelve, he complained a lot, complaining that his senior brother asked the brothers to form a group to go south, otherwise they would see the scene of the third prince appearing and killing the Japanese.

Hua Twelve said calmly: "It's too late for you to go back now!"

Duan Xiaolou saw that Hua Twelve had a wrong look on his face, and immediately shrunk his neck and became silent. It was this expression that the senior brother used to beat them to death with the knife in his hand.

While everyone was talking and laughing at the table, a man with a mustache in a suit and tie came over with several of his men behind him.

Boss Wu immediately stood up and greeted: "Mr. Ding!"

Seeing the younger version of Brother Zha, Hua Twelve knew that it was Ding Li. At the same time, he also knew that Xu Wenqiang must be the version of Brother Zha. Well, he was looking forward to Feng Chengcheng. Of course, he just wanted to see Sister Zhi when she was young. He didn't have any other "thoughts". Well, he dared to swear on the life of the Japanese Emperor.

Ding Li and Boss Wu seemed to know each other and nodded: "Boss Wu, I heard from my guys that you are here, so I came here to have a drink with you!"

"You're so kind!"

Boss Wu quickly poured wine and had a drink with Ding Li. The latter finished his drink and looked around: "Don't you want to introduce me?"

Ding Li helped Feng Jingyao manage the Peace Hotel. When guests came, they naturally wanted to come over and get to know each other. Boss Wu quickly pointed at Hua Twelve and introduced:

"This is a great person, the famous Cheng Dieyi, Boss Cheng!"

Ding Li didn't like watching plays very much, and he couldn't understand what he was watching. Hearing this, he didn't care whether he was an actor or not. In his eyes, he was just an actor, so he didn't pay much attention. He only said:
"Ms. Feng loves to hear Boss Cha's picks. If there is going to be such a show someday, Boss Wu needs to let him know!"

Boss Wu clapped his hands and said, "We have it today. I'll have someone bring you the tickets later!"

"Thank you, Boss Wu!" Ding Li nodded with a smile and left with a few boys behind him.

As soon as Ding Li left, Duan Xiaolou bared his teeth and said, "Who is this? He's so grand. He'll be stunned by just two steps."

Hua Twelve glared at this guy: "Eat your food, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth!"

After returning from the Peace Hotel in the afternoon, Boss Wu sent someone to deliver the tickets.

The people below told Boss Wu that Boss Cha was already putting on makeup backstage.

Boss Wu wanted to lead Hua Twelve to get to know Boss Cha. Hua Twelve smiled and shook his head in refusal:

"Why don't we watch the show first, and after the show is over, we can go backstage to get acquainted!"

The so-called colleagues are enemies. If you go to the backstage to say hello before going on stage, others might think you are here to kick things off.

Boss Cha's appeal in Momo is not lower than that of Hua Twelve in Sijiucheng. It hasn't even started yet, and the Shuntian Theater is full of shows both upstairs and downstairs.

Boss Wu reserved a seat at Hua Twelve. He sat on the cowhide sofa in the front row and could enjoy the performance up close.

After a while, Boss Wu stood up and said excuse me, and quickly walked towards the back to greet him. Hua Twelve turned around and took a look, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman, Xu Wenqiang and Feng Chengcheng. Brother Qiang is wearing a windbreaker, and Feng Chengcheng is wearing a student uniform. Judging from the latter's clothing, this should be a plot in the early days of Shanghai.

After Xu Wenqiang and Xu Wenqiang were settled, Boss Wu returned to watch the show with Hua Twelve and others.

Hua Twelve has also sung this opera "Picking the Pulley", which is based on Chapter 30 of "Shuo Yue Quan Zhuan" No. [-].

It is said that in the early years of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Jin soldiers invaded the south of the Yangtze River. Marshal Yue and Jin Wushu fought. Marshal Yue's troops were besieged by the Jin soldiers in Niutoushan. Jin Wushu knew that Yue Ying's soldiers were brave and good at fighting and would be difficult to win, so he mobilized An iron pulley came to stop Song soldiers from rushing out of the mountain pass.

When the two sides were fighting, Gao Chong rushed out to help, defeated Jin Wushu, and pursued the victory. He encountered the Jin soldiers' camp at the northwest corner of the Niutoushan battlefield. He thought it was a place to store grain, so he rode alone in the camp.

The Jin army slid down the mountain with a pointed iron chariot to stop them. The chariot weighed four hundred kilograms. Taking advantage of the situation, it had a momentum of thousands of kilograms. The mountain road was narrow and there was no way to retreat.

At the critical moment, Gao Chong used a long spear to overturn eleven pulleys in succession. In the end, due to the exhaustion of his horse, Gao Chong lost strength while picking up the No. 12 iron pulley and was crushed to death by the iron pulley.

When Hua Twelve sang this tune, it was mostly virtualized. His two junior brothers would hold two flags, which meant they were pulleys. When he came over with a sleight of hand, the two junior brothers would wave the flags and do a front somersault, which was equivalent to an iron pulley. The challenge flew away.

The Twelve People think this drama is just average. There are no more exciting fight scenes than this one. I don’t understand why the people around me seem to be looking forward to it. Even Xu Wenqiang and Feng Chengcheng over there are like this.

But when Jijifeng prompted Boss Cha to go on stage to sing the opera Hua Twelve, he understood and couldn't help but clap along with him.

Boss Cha's performance of 'Iron Pulley' does not carry a flag, but uses an eighty-pound Eight Immortals table instead of the iron pulley.

The tables of the Eight Immortals were placed on the stage one by one. Boss Zha held a flower gun and picked them one by one. The tables flew over his head in response to the gun, and were caught by two soldiers behind him. Finally, the eleven tables of the Eight Immortals were stacked on top of each other, and he jumped in one go. He jumped up and immediately received applause from the whole house.

Duan Xiaolou and others looked at it in disbelief, but Hua Twelve knew that this was the Chinese martial art of wielding a big gun, integrated into the play, no wonder it was so exciting and shocking.

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