The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 93 Changbanpo (available tomorrow at [-] o'clock)
The chariots and horses hurried forward, and it was already noon when they arrived at the Summer Palace.

The sun has not yet seen, the sky is cold, and the north wind is blowing again.

There have been several snowfalls in a row these days, and before it melts, it accumulates again.

Looking around, the Summer Palace is full of whiteness.

The surrounding area is heavily guarded, surrounded by lanterns, eunuchs and maids come in and out, occasionally concubines and Fujin pass by, whoever dares to look up, there will be guards slapping their mouths immediately, and a few people with big ears and slapping their heads are dizzy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at all of you. If you don't know it, you think it's a group of beggars. If foreigners see it, it will hurt the face of our Qing Dynasty."

An old eunuch had a dark old face, obviously lavish, but he opened his mouth and let out a soft voice, which was very uncomfortable to listen to.

There were guards on the side carefully checking everyone's luggage and eating people, and after confirming that there was no problem, they led everyone to the big theater building in Dehe Garden.

"Listen well, you are just some small roles today, and here are a few famous actors who have been invited to come on stage and sing a few voices, so you just stay behind and when those foreign adults remember, when will you show up again? , if you dare to disturb the elegance of your lords, ten heads are not enough to kill."

Since it is a famous actor, it must be a Peking Opera.

The Empress Dowager's hobby of Peking Opera has also created an unprecedented prosperity of Peking Opera.

Standing among the crowd, Chen Zhuo was a bit inconspicuous. Taking advantage of the gap between the old eunuch's speech, he glanced around quickly, and finally fixed his eyes on the Yile Hall opposite the theater building.

Before he came, Mr. Xu had specifically told him that this Yile Palace is where the Western Empress Dowager listens to operas. During the festivals and festivals, she always likes to listen to two voices.

Xu Shi looked at their frosty and snowy appearances, which were a bit unsightly. The old eunuch was too lazy to explain, and had already been taken to the play building.

There are also a few troupe actors in the building, who are dressing up, putting on make-up, eating dried fruits, drinking hot tea, suddenly seeing a group of quack tricks squeezed into them, they can't help but feel a little disgusted.

"What's going on? Why do you squeeze in a group of beggars, don't dirty the costumes, gold is expensive."

A word that is neither salty nor bland is like a thorn in someone's ear.

The few artisans who had been suffocating for a long time would not be so useless, and someone immediately replied, "It's really dirty."

Don't look at the prosperity of Peking Opera nowadays, but there is a saying in the market that even if you are a pig or a dog, you will never be an actor.

If any family produces an actor, the eighteen generations of ancestors will be laughed at.

These words are cursing people around the corner.

"Hey, fuck!"

With a stern curse, a date stone hit the craftsman who spoke in the air.

This move is eye-catching, and he is still a real martial artist.

The craftsman smiled, his shoulders trembled, the braid behind his head was whipped out like a long braid, it was so long that it almost reached the ground, it was black and shiny, the tail was tied with a red string, and his hands were like lightning.

"Snapped!"

Hearing a sound, the whip exploded in the air.

The jujube stone has flown back upside down.

The Wusheng's expression changed, seeing the jujube stone coming towards the door, he fell down after he was busy, avoiding the jujube stone, and then a carp turned upright, then swept out his legs and stuck to it.

The craftsman was a young man, calm and unhurried, with a flick of his braids, there was another snap.

Wu Sheng's chest was so painful that he fell off on the spot and sat down on the ground.

After suffering a loss and showing his ugliness, Wu Sheng's face turned red in an instant, and he got up and wanted to strike again, but he saw the pair of mirror makeup people slowly hooking their faces, and casually said: "Enough!"

"Brother Yang..."

Wu Sheng wanted to say more, but was glanced at by the man, and immediately stepped aside obediently.

"After a bit of hard work, I even forgot my last name. Peking opera has only been booming for a few days, and you want to be a master? You are all brothers, but you are not even willing to give up your place to others... ... You don't have to follow me from now on."

The man sat upright, with two braids on the top of his head, and he didn't even look at the ashen-faced Wu Sheng beside him.

"Everyone, Tianhan, if it's cold, just drink some hot tea and just do it yourself."

"You are Yang Xiaolou?"

There were many craftsmen who were born in Wumen, or escorts living in the rivers and lakes. Hearing that this person's surname was Yang, there was a strange look in his eyes, and he guessed the other party's identity.

Although this person is an actor, he has a strong foundation in martial arts. He also has gossip, mind, and Tongarm several boxing techniques, and has absorbed a lot of inner martial arts body skills into his dancing posture. For real fighting, if you only talk about skill, he is also a rare master.

The man turned his face, his long face was just painted white, with a few simple strokes, a pair of swallow-winged eyebrows and two red phoenix eyes, his eyes glanced across the air and glanced at a group of craftsmen.

But his originally retracted gaze suddenly fell out again, nailed to a figure in the corner who was closing his eyes and lowering his eyes to nourish his spirit.

It was a casual glance, but Yang Xiaolou never moved his eyes away.

The figure was dark and short, wearing a blue shirt with a stand collar, and he didn't join in the fun, standing very quietly, very inconspicuous, who else could he be except Chen Zhuo who had shrunk and changed his appearance.

Yang Xiaolou's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had seen something that surprised him, "Is your excellency playing the trick of changing faces?"

Chen Zhuo raised his eyelids, and said softly, "It's just a way of going out of the world, it's nothing compared to your ability to enter the room."

Yang Xiaolou sighed, "It's easy to gain fame in this world nowadays, but it's hard to gain fame... Speaking of the unique skill of changing faces, I think of someone."

He changed the subject suddenly, picked up the teacup on the side, took half a mouthful, waited to moisten his throat, and then swallowed slowly.

"In the year of Gengzi, there was a character who could change his face in the capital, and he gained a huge reputation. He didn't do much, but the sum of other people's lifetime may not be worth what that person did. One thing."

"Rakshasa ghost!"

Several craftsmen have already told who that person is, with different expressions, some are shocked, some are panicked, and some people sigh with regret and yearn for it.

"I heard that someone has listed him as the number one assassin today. With such a title, it is worth dying for."

Yang Xiaolou looked at Chen Zhuo twice, and suddenly said surprisingly: "Speaking of which, I have seen this master before."

Several craftsmen immediately regained their spirits and pricked up their ears.

Although Chen Zhuo had done several major cases in the capital, it was like a surprise to others.Gein spent more than a year in the capital, and he spent most of his time practicing kung fu in the Yuanshun Escort Bureau. He rarely appeared in the scene, except for the battle with Lei Tian on the stage, and then most of his tricks were hidden. They are all invisible.

Hearing this person said that he had seen him, even Chen Zhuo was surprised.

Thoughts raced through his mind, but he never found any memory related to Yang Xiaolou.

Yang Xiaolou looked at him, and said softly: "Yihai year, Jinmen, Jinyinlou..."

As soon as the words came out, he looked at Chen Zhuo's expression and eyes, and saw that the other party didn't react at all, so he continued in disappointment: "At that time, I was performing in Jinmen, not like now, it's just that I don't have a good reputation. The little man happened to bump into that 'Raksha ghost' out of loyalty, and rushed thousands of miles from Guanzhong to kill him, broke into the Gold and Silver Building, killed the disciple of the master Ao Qing, and left a stone on the signboard... ..."

Having said this in one breath, Yang Xiaolou blew the foam off the surface of the tea, took another sip of tea, and said without raising his head, "I went back a few days ago to have a look, and the stone is still there. .”

Chen Zhuo stood in the corner, but his heart didn't fluctuate too much.

It's like when I suddenly look back and look at myself after growing up, I always feel that it's nothing more than that.

But it is another sigh in the ears of others.

"It's a pity for such a character."

"That man is said to have gone south to avoid disaster, and he may not return in the future."

……

"Difficult? It's not difficult at all. Isn't he already back?"

Yang Xiaolou raised his head, his words were inexplicable, but what he said made everyone jump.

The craftsmen looked at me, I looked at you, and then looked at Chen Zhuo's awkward appearance, and couldn't help laughing again.

Chen Zhuo didn't respond much, and also laughed a couple of times.

After several life and death experiences, how could he be deceived by others.

Yang Xiaolou seemed to have really given up, and sighed, "It is true that he is a hero. It was also back then, when I was captured by his courage and chivalry, that I have the spirit I have now... I heard that this person is a master of monkey punches, He is extremely vicious, like an evil ghost, originally I wanted to visit him once or twice, but unfortunately I couldn’t, because it was already after the Gengzi Year when I entered Beijing.”

At this time, a young eunuch trotted outside the building, "Have you all dressed up yet? Hurry up, Lafayette is coming soon, let me ask which play Master Yang is singing today?"

Yang Xiaolou took a deep look at Chen Zhuo, then turned around and wiped his pale face.

"Changbanpo!"

(End of this chapter)