Journey to the West: The Rise of Martial Arts

Chapter 394

This young man was Han Xiangzi, and when he saw who was coming, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "You are all here, did my uncle ask you to come to me?" While speaking, his eyes fell on the youngest girl in front of him, The grievance of being "abandoned" by the master immediately dissipated in my heart, and I said happily: "Little Yuer~~~~~~~"

Xiao Yu'er remembered the sisters' joke just now, couldn't help blushing, but still nodded, and heard the boy continue: "Hey, are you feeling unwell, why are you blushing!" Xiao Yu'er stamped shamefully She stomped her feet, but the group of maids behind her pursed their lips and laughed lightly.

"Master Xiang, the master asked us to find you back!" A bolder maid couldn't help but say, causing Xiao Yu'er to roll her eyes, "Brother Xiang, don't listen to her nonsense, isn't the big stage in front of you singing? Do you want to go and have a look?" He said, with longing on his face.

Han Xiangzi touched her little head affectionately, looked at the vicious sun above his head, shook his head and said, "It's so hot, why don't we go to the Hero Tower to listen to books?"

The two of them were talking as if no one was around, but the servant girls couldn't sit still and tried to persuade them one after another: "Young master, I heard that today the scene about the second master passing five stages and beheading six generals..."

Han Xiangzi's eyes lit up. He was weak since he was a child, and Han Yu never thought about training him to be a great general. As long as he can remember, he has been studying the classics of all sages and sages, and plans to be a champion in the future. The boy is obviously not that kind of material. He prefers to read some unofficial history books as long as he can read characters. Among them, the stories related to the Three Kingdoms period are the ones he is most interested in.

Xiao Yu'er suppressed a smile, knew he couldn't refuse, coughed, and said: "Well, it seems to be called "Single Sword Club", I heard from the old man in the mansion that Guan Erye's big sword is so fun to play! "

Han Xiangzi came back to his senses, "Let's go!" As he said, he put Zijin Xiao on his waist, led a group of maidservants, Yingying and Yanyan, and walked towards the big stage.

Although most of the people along the way didn't know much about this young master of the Han family, but seeing his situation, they could understand that he must be a sensual dude from a big family, and they all hid far away.

Han Xiangzi was thinking about watching a play, so he didn't notice these things.

It was almost sunset, and the Han River began to become lively again. Several fishing boats were speeding across the river, and a man in black with a scarred face looked at the rich man on the bank, and couldn't help it. Tightening the knife hanging around his waist, he hummed to the few people who were hiding behind him in the cabin to escape the heat: "Everyone wake up, a fat sheep has appeared!"

On the Xiangzi Bridge, a scribe in white frowned, "Murderous, it's aimed at that kid!" As he said that, he looked at the old Taoist next to him. If Han Xiangzi was here, he would find that this old Taoist was the one who "expelled him!" The down and out Taoist priest.

"This kid is very evil. He has eaten almost all the alchemy that Tushita Palace has refined over the years, but his cultivation level has not increased. Seeing the old way, he is a little suspicious. Maybe we have found the wrong person! But he This ability to cause trouble is not small, it is almost as good as that Tang Sanzang who learned the scriptures back then..." The old Taoist smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Reverend Yunfang is too worried. You and I personally enlightened that white crane back then, and devoted ourselves to becoming the son of Hanhui in Changli County. How could we find the wrong person? Besides, didn't senior brother Xuandu say before that before the eight immortals gathered, There is still a test of doom, let me see, it may be this kid!" The white-clothed scribe shook his head.

"Hey, rotten wood can't be carved! Anyway, the old Taoist has nothing to do with him..." With a long sigh, it seems that what the old Taoist said to Han Xiangzi before was not all angry words, "Of course, it may be that Han Xiangzi is in love with him. Yang, you come to save me, the old Taoist is just worrying about it!"

"Han Xiangzi might just be a late bloomer, let's not talk about that, let's go over there and have a look, don't be too late!" The white-clothed scribe thought of the murderous aura he had sensed just now, and said worriedly, looking in the direction of the big stage.

"Let's go..." The old Taoist nodded, and the two walked leisurely, disappearing into the crowd.

The old Taoist surnamed Zhong, styled Yunfang, was Zhongliquan among the Eight Immortals, the scholar in white was surnamed Lu, and his Taoist name was Chunyang. He was enlightened by him. Quan Shang, who came to Chaozhou now, intends to save the last of the Eight Immortals——Han Xiangzi.

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On the big stage in the east of the city, an old man's voice floated from afar, babbling and babbling, very desolate: "The big river goes east to the waves, and these dozens of people are led to the west wind, with that small boat for a leaf..."

Surrounded by a group of maidservants, Han Xiangzi squeezed through the crowd and stood under the stage, staring at the red-faced Guan Gong on the stage one by one. Cang's big beard was shaved and fluttered around, causing the spectators below to applaud.

Xiao Yu'er hugged Han Xiangzi's arm, looked excitedly at it, and said in a low voice, "Brother Xiang, I think it's a paper-made fake knife, didn't you say it before, Erye Guan's Qinglongyanyue knife is full of 81 pieces?" Jin, we mortals, how can we dance!"

"Shh, you're the smart one!" Han Xiangzi hissed and scratched Xiao Yu'er's nose. He loves to read these idle classics and unofficial histories on weekdays, and often tells some interesting stories to his "sister" who depends on each other for life. ".

Xiao Yu'er giggled, bent his eyes, and there was a sly look in his eyes. While Han Xiangzi was looking at the stage, he leaned against him again. His appearance was like a tormenting goblin, coquettish little daughter-in-law.

At this moment, there was a jingle sound on the stage, which was slightly ear-piercing, and then, Guan Gong's feet were in a mess, and Zhou Cang was slashed behind him with a big knife. The actors beside him trembled in fright and hurried Take a few steps backwards to dodge.

Han Xiangzi said "Hey", "It's an evil door, Guan Gong cut Zhou Cang, which song is this singing?" He was talking.There was another rush of tinkling sounds, and on the entire stage, the lights of knives swirled and blood spattered. A six-yang leader from Zhoucang fell on the ground, rolled down the stands, and landed at the feet of Han Xiangzi and the others. .

"Ah... murdered..." The maids screamed, and Han Xiangzi felt his eyes darken. Such an accident happened in such a good show, but as a man, he still forcibly calmed down and grabbed the little girl. Yu'er's hand: "Don't worry, let's go!" He wanted to take all the girls away, but because they crowded too far in front of the theater, the whole scene was in chaos, crowded with people, and they couldn't get out at all.

(End of this chapter)