The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 92 Lantern Festival (available tomorrow at [-] noon)

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Gossip less, just talk about the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the day of the Lantern Festival, the streets are noisy and lively, and the people are crowded shoulder to shoulder.

"Three emperors and five emperors of morality, fame and fame after Xia, Shang and Zhou, five tyrants and seven heroes chaotic Spring and Autumn, what do you say that dragons are fighting against tigers..."

"Brother, I am known as the King of Great Strength. I am strong in dancing hammers and knives. I came to Guibao Land today, and I hope you will join me!"

"Look here, everyone, I have cultivated the magic of the gods, and the knife and sword will not leave any wounds!"

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At the lantern market near Longfu Temple, performers, jugglers, jugglers, three religions and nine streams, five elements and eight works, and any traffickers, pawns, literati who refused to pay, men, women, old and young, rich and poor, all flocked together, just to make a show. lively.

On both sides of the street, there were lanterns hung one after another, and many high platforms were erected. Amidst the scattered fireworks, Chen Zhuo came striding forward with his old back on his back, and squeezed through the bustling crowd.

He has shown his face on the street a few times these days, and as soon as he showed up today, someone followed him, shouting to see the unique job again.

This kind of unique art in Sichuan has always been handed down in a single line, and it is not easy to see it in Beijing.

Many juggling troupes and Peking opera troupes also gathered after hearing the news.

Such a unique skill, if it can draw people over, it can also add a lot of color to them, maybe it will be the finale.

Chen Zhuo found the place, put down the strap, and put on a stance. He only shook his head and shoulders, his face was covered with multiple layers of facial makeup, and he immediately got a loud applause.

The essence of this face-changing is that it is in the hand, dexterous and fast, and the shot is like lightning, and the second is that it looks tangible on the face, but the material of the mask is quite particular, and there are secrets hidden under the clothes and in the hat.

At the time of the initial change, one song turned into ten faces, and the ten faces became one sheet.

It seems that there is only one face, but there are actually a lot hidden underneath, the more you hide, the greater your ability.

When shaking his head and shoulders, this is to pull a filament that is invisible to the naked eye.

One hand is waving in front of the eyes, this is the method of blinding the eyes of the viewer, or holding a fan, or pulling up a cloak to attract his sight, and pulling the sleeve of the other hand, with a thin strip, the topmost facial makeup is finished. Take it in from the neckline.

The faster the technique, the moment of thunder, it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish with the naked eye, and they feel mysterious.

It's just that the crowd hadn't had their eyes full yet, and the crowd suddenly parted left and right.

Several blond-haired, blue-eyed, snow-skinned and red-haired foreigners and two Japanese came out surrounded by people; there were men and women, the men had lush body hair and beards, and the women had a plump body and were dressed as missionaries. There were also people dressed in western clothes, suits and leather shoes, sticking canes, pointing to a string of foreign words that came out of Chen Zhuo's mouth, their faces were full of joy, as if they had been looking for it for a while.

There was a circle of Goshha standing around, and I don't know which personal soldier it was, holding foreign guns, shouting and hugging.

First squeeze out a bastard, wearing a foreign religion cross around his neck, who nodded and bowed, first said a few words to those foreigners, then walked up to Chen Zhuo arrogantly, with his nostrils facing the sky, and said: "Boy, you can count on it. Great luck, the ancestral graves are full of smoke, Mr. Foreigner has taken a fancy to your unique craftsmanship, come with us, you have to play in the palace later."

With a flattered look on Chen Zhuo's face, he hurriedly responded.

Others don't know the murderous intentions in his heart, some are envious, some are jealous, and some spit, hide behind the crowd and scold "dog leg" and "dog traitor".

Instead of being annoyed, the bastard raised his chin, looked proudly at the audience, and smiled contemptuously, "What's the matter, I'd rather be a dog of peace than a person in troubled times, that is, this opportunity to glorify our ancestors will fall on your heads Come on, otherwise, you might be faster than anyone else... Look at each of you, why are you living worse than dogs."

"Follow!"

Turning his head to say hello to Chen Zhuo, the bastard led the foreigners around again.

When he came to a stall for performing arts, he saw an old man in his mid-century shirtless, with braids around his neck, holding a shining big knife, majesticly slashing the edge of the knife to his chest.

Amidst the exclamation, the knife went down, but there was no trace.

The bastard looked amusedly, but his eyes turned cold. He could have caught a glimpse of this old man calling him a dog before, his eyes rolled, and he said a few words in front of the foreigner like a pug, then turned around and said : "Your Excellency also wants to see your ability, how can you cut with a sword without leaving any wounds?"

Although the old man was dry and thin, he was quite strong, and he didn't feel cold even in the cold weather with his bare shoulders.

"and many more!"

The bastard raised his voice suddenly, rushed out a few steps, grabbed the old man's wrist, and sneered sinisterly, "Your knife is not sharp enough, change it!"

But seeing him draw a waist knife from the waist of a Goshha, "Let's try this one."

Sure enough, the villain took revenge from morning till night.

These bastards are used to scrambling around, and they are well-versed in such tricks on the street. There is nothing invulnerable in the world, it must have been tampered with.

"What? Don't you dare? Hehe, as long as you can sneak under Grandpa's crotch, we will say something nice to Mr. Yang for you, and let you go, otherwise, today you will..."

A good dog relies on others' power, and a villain succeeds.

Seeing that the old man was still in place, the bully sneered and opened his mouth, but in the middle of his words, the old man stared at the bully's arrogant appearance, sneered "heh", drew his waist knife, and swept away the surrounding audience with a smile , holding a knife in both hands and said calmly: "Everyone, let's see, since the righteousness and the reunion have been separated, my old man has lived by this trick for some years. If you die, you will never stop acting in the face of a foreigner, let alone a dog!"

As soon as the words fell, amidst the exclamation, the knife had been sent back into his chest by its horizontal blade.

The bastard froze on the spot, he just wanted to humiliate him intentionally, but unexpectedly this person was so stubborn, before he could react, blood gushed out from the knife wound, rushing all over his face, he was shocked.

The old man's eyes were wide open, and he fell on his back to the sky. When he died, the knife was still embedded in his chest.

Several foreigners looked at it with relish, but they all showed displeasure when they saw the blood splashed on the shoes.

The mud bastard didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly wiped his boots on the ground, which made the other party laugh out loud.

Chen Zhuo stood in the crowd, his eyes were calm, his face was expressionless, but the fingers of his hands were clenched in his sleeves and turned purple.

He took a deep breath, walked up to the bastard, "Master, let's help you up."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted the dust on the opponent's body, and rubbed it under his ribs without any trace.

The mud bastard was wiping the blood on his face, and shivered for no reason, then spat at the corpse on the ground, and cursed angrily: "Damn it, scare me!"

Then he smiled at Chen Zhuo, "Good boy, you are indeed on the right track, let's go."

Chen Zhuo looked back at the old man who fell on the ground, turned around and followed.

With this sort of incident, the artisans juggling on the street would not dare to show off tricks, for fear of following in the footsteps of the old man, they would run away quickly one by one.

A few craftsmen who were jacking up poles and vats were spotted by local gangsters, as if they had entered the palace of the king of hell; after wandering around, they found another fire-breathing man, and then led the foreigners away from the market.

"Listen well, your trip is going to the Summer Palace to perform. There are not only foreigners but also Lafayette there. Don't run into each other. If you perform well, you will be rewarded. If you perform poorly, you will be ashamed. Be careful. .”

After those foreigners got on their horses, the local bastards led a group of craftsmen into a cart.

In the crowd of people on the street, several pairs of eyes saw that Chen Zhuo had finally succeeded, and set off to act according to plan.

Before leaving, he also collected the old man's body.

(End of this chapter)