The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 95

The application period is about to expire.

Cold wind and thin snow, sporadic petals.

The maids and eunuchs filed into the Hall of Yile, and they were already arranging the throne of the Empress Dowager, bringing in a lot of dried fruit and snacks, lighting the stove, and setting up fireworks in the courtyard.

When the time comes and the sky is dark, you can watch the sky-high fireworks and colorful lanterns all over the garden.

The side hall is where foreigners and ministers listen to operas.

Play in the building.

Yang Xiaolou changed his makeup for the show, smeared red on his face, opened up the sky, and put on makeup very quickly.

Not only this one, but the other martial arts students in the theater have also changed their makeup.Originally, this play was set to be "Yang Yang Lou", and I didn't want Yang Xiaolou to change the play temporarily; but "Chang Ban Po" is something handed down by Yang's family, and his father "Tian Guan" Yang Yue Lou is one of the "Thirteen Wonders of Tongguang" , is a famous Peking Opera actress, and there is nothing wrong with it.

With a brush, you can see white faces, black faces, and painted faces appearing on the stage, Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Zhang Fei, Zhang Liao...

The generals appear.

And Mrs. Na Gan and Mrs. Mi.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the snowflakes scattered outside the window, and sighed inwardly, he was recognized.

Fortunately, this person is a friend rather than an enemy.

He has never met before, but met in a hurry in the Gold and Silver Building many years ago, but now he is willing to sing for him, so he is naturally a friend.

But the Queen Mother must be killed.

He wants to prove the Tao, to see his true heart, to prove the way of chivalry, to condense his will, and even more to deceive the sky.

The Empress Dowager was that day.

not only that.

If this person is not dead, how will he cut off the offerings of those old monsters? Bafang, who can stop it?Who can hide?
Endless troubles.

Only by cutting off the source can future troubles be avoided.

Those older generation masters all went north to fight with their lives to win him this opportunity.

Now those old monsters are coming out in full force, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how can one miss it.

"I haven't seen snow in many years."

Yang Xiaolou has changed into a costume, dressed in white armor, majestic, with four pennants on the back, embroidered with dragon patterns, as if flying into the sky when vibrating, and paired with those slightly squinted phoenix eyes and two swallow-winged eyebrows , with a spear in hand, like a victorious general alive.

"Living Zhao Yun" is the name he earned.

Chen Zhuo replied as if chatting, "It's been a while."

Yang Xiaolou's Danfeng eyes tightened, but soon opened again, and the gun in his hand shook out, "Some things don't have to be done, and some things may not always succeed."

Chen Zhuo nodded, "But you have to know that whether it can be done or not is not the same as whether it can be done or not. It depends on man's effort. Someone has to do it."

Yang Xiaolou was thoughtful, took another sip of warm water, rinsed his mouth, and said wistfully, "It's a pity that there is no wine!"

Before Chen Zhuo could react, there was movement on the upper floor of the theater, the gongs and drums were beeping suddenly, and the cymbals were shaking, as if they were trying out a song before the play.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

"Boom!"

The originally cold wind and snow suddenly add a bit of chill, the chill is like a knife, stabbing people's heart, and it seems that there are thousands of troops rushing into the battle.

Cao Cao led the generals out first.

Then came Liu Bei.

Not long after, Yang Xiaolou slanted his gun and went straight to the big theater building. With his voice raised and his brows glaring, he shouted in a long voice, "Hey! Zilong~ come!"

The light in Chen Zhuo's eyes flashed away, his eyelids drooped, his hands were in his sleeves, and he waited for the opportunity.

There is no rush this time, unless the hit is right, otherwise those hidden masters who only show their feet may swarm up, as well as those Goshha and foreigners with live ammunition, there is only one chance.

One hit hits the target and immediately retreats away.

"See Prime Minister!"

On the big stage, the play has begun.

A few vague plays came faintly in the wind and snow.

The sound of the drums was urgent, like rain falling in shock.

Seeing Chen Huo's withdrawn personality, several other artisans in the playhouse didn't want to get close to him, so they took advantage of the fact that all the troupe's martial arts students were going to appear on the stage, so they hurriedly baked their cold hands and feet by the stove, so as not to I'll really wait until I'm on stage to perform before something goes wrong.

It's getting dark.

The wind and snow have not dispersed.

The lanterns were lit up one by one by the maids and eunuchs, and the stage was also brightly lit.

Chen Zhuo refrained from going to see the Empress Dowager who was watching the opera in the Hall of Yi Le, he was really afraid that he would not be able to resist showing the terrifying murderous intent, which would alarm the masters here.

In addition to the singing, there were also the chatting and laughing of those concubines and Fujin.

After waiting for a long time, the music suddenly changed.

But I heard a voice from outside singing: "Old man came to watch the battle from the top of the mountain, and saw a young general who looked like a god! Wherever the horse arrived, people's heads rolled, and swords and spears stabbed the bones; this young general wants to ask, quickly ask him to leave his name."

But it sang about Zhao Zilong riding the savior alone.

It should be Cao Cao who spoke.

"Order!"

Another voice continued: "Hey, the young general in front of the horse, he died by his name!"

This is Cao Hong.

"Changshan Zhao Zilong!"

This is Yang Xiaolou's voice, his angry voice rushing into the snow.

……

Several craftsmen have gradually become fascinated by it.

Yang Xiaolou's voice is generous and resounding, and his singing is sonorous and powerful, with hidden anger, which can be heard by everyone even through the wind and snow.In a trance, he really seemed to turn into a high-spirited and courageous general, rushing back and forth among the chaotic army.

The courage is pulled out, and the spirit is lifted.

Even Chen Zhuo's mind was gradually stabilized under the influence of the gongs, drums and drama, and he was not so tense.

This person can really give him courage and soothe his nerves, it's amazing.

Ordinary people only want to practice martial arts, practice martial arts, and cultivate their essence. They don't want to have such a good ability even in the climate of singing.

Just as I was listening, a rather old and shrill opera voice suddenly appeared on the way and played along with the tune.

The female voice sang the general, which attracted a lot of applause.

Sitting cross-legged, Chen Zhuo paused for breath, tightened his fingers in his sleeves, and frowned tightly.

Although he hadn't met him, he already knew that it was the Empress Dowager, and the only one in the Summer Palace who could make a sound with that Yang Xiaolou was the Empress Dowager.

Chen Zhuo's eyelids trembled violently, and the veins on the backs of his hands tensed and heaved, as if trying to restrain himself.

Fortunately, under the drama, the drums and gongs became more urgent, and the killing spirit became more intense. It was thought that when the generals were about to capture Zhao Yun alive, they started fighting in martial arts. Although there were few dramas, there were many applause.

The female voice stopped, and it was about to end.

Zhang Fei defeated Cao Jun.

"Hey! You fight and don't fight, and you don't retreat. What's the reason?"

……

As his mood gradually calmed down, Chen Zhuo was already making preparations.

He withdrew his hands from his sleeves, and lightly folded his hands, he has quietly pulled out dozens of throwing knives from his messy hair and the soles of his shoes, put them away, and hid them in his sleeves; It was pulled out from a gap and wrapped around the waist.

Soon.

Chen Zhuo's breath slowed down, and he looked straight at the door of the building.

Here comes!
The old eunuch who had led them in came here in the snow, and he came very quickly, his eyes rolled around, and he looked at Chen Zhuo, "You...just you boy, the performance on the upper floor of the big theater is about to finish, You're ready to go on stage."

Seeing that Chen Zhuo was stunned and failed to respond immediately, the old eunuch said angrily again: "Hey, why are you so surprised, you are lucky, Mr. Yang said that he wants to see your unique skill of changing faces."

Chen Zhuo suddenly smiled and grinned, "Many... Thank you, father-in-law, the villain understands!"

The old eunuch rolled his eyes, then glanced at Chen Zhuo from top to bottom, and reminded: "Then come with me, have you brought everything you need?"

Hearing this, Chen Zhuo got up, touched the old shoulder strap left by the lame Liang, and then strode away with the eunuch.

"Bring them all."

……

The big theater building can be divided into three floors with angled corners and double eaves. There is a winch on the middle floor, which can be cleverly set up as an organ setting.

Many of the exiting actors have come down from the stage on the third floor.

On the patio, there are snowflakes floating profusely.

Chen Zhuo waited for a while, then Yang Xiaolou just finished singing.

The two passed by each other, looked at each other, and were speechless.

Xu felt that he was too deserted alone, and there were still two old masters who played the piano and drums behind the stage.

Qin is Huqin, and drum is Tanggu.

Seeing him coming up, the old master started to play the piano and drums, following his pace.

With Yang Xiaolou's "Changbanpo" in front, Chen Zhuo's mood fluctuated, but Chen Zhuo was surprisingly calm, let alone stage fright.

Flying snow and cold lights outside the building.

Chen Zhuo strode out, only in the process of walking, he shook his shoulders, his figure swayed, and when he looked closely, there were already colorful facial makeup on his face.

He must be under his feet, he raised his eyes, and his eyes seemed to look directly at the Yile Hall opposite him through the snow curtain.

But I saw that the hall was brightly lit, the Zhumen was wide open, and there was a throne in the hall, and the person on the seat was lying sideways, surrounded by many concubines and Fujin sitting around.

This is the Queen Mother?

In the blink of an eye, the makeup on his face changed again, it was a monkey face, he looked around, and it came alive; when his neck was turned, the makeup on his face changed again, it was a scarlet face; then he raised his hand and wiped his sleeves, The face becomes black and white...

In just a few steps, he has changed several times in a row, his movements are smooth and smooth, and everyone around him is screaming.

In the midst of applause...

"boom!"

With a bang, it suddenly rose and vacated in the Summer Palace.

At first sight, a spark went straight into the clouds, and then it burst into bloom, turning into bright fireworks.

The flames scattered through the snow.

All the spectators were shocked when they first heard the explosion, but when they saw the fireworks again, they all laughed again.

Maybe it was caused by a mistake by a court lady or eunuch, or some naughty princess in the palace lit the fireworks.

But the fireworks above the head had just gone dark, and then there was a shocking explosion outside the Summer Palace.

"boom!"

The sound of the explosion was like the agitation of wind and thunder, and it came in instantly.

Many viewers are all pale.

The sound of chaotic footsteps, the shouts of officials, and the exclamation of court ladies and eunuchs all joined together for a moment.

In the shadows under the lamp, several ghostly shadows have gone looking for the sound, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The sound of piano and drum followed.

The expressions of the two teachers who accompanied the song also changed drastically, they looked at each other, and their faces turned pale.

But he saw that the stage was empty, and the artisan who was walking around and wiping his face before had disappeared.

And in that mid-air, there was a figure, spirit like a flying swallow, like an ape, flying from the theater tower and jumping down, landing with both feet a little bit, with both legs bent straight, without a trace of fireworks, like a bird jumping into the sky. Lin Ban rushed straight to the throne in the Yile Hall.

Wherever it passed, the frost and snow all over the ground seemed to be cut by a knife invisible to the naked eye, and rushed to the sides one after another, leaving a straight and continuous gap.

Killing intent rushed to the sky.

"There are thorns..."

A shrill and piercing scream suddenly sounded.

It's just that before the words fell, the eunuch who shouted was split in half like a rag.

A figure broke through and shot out.

The wind and snow were screaming, and under the light of the lights, a terrifying Rakshasa face was suddenly squeezed into the Yile Hall.

Chen Zhuo's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and his fierce light shone brightly.

(End of this chapter)