Martial Arts: I Am Zhang Cuishan, the Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven!

"Because these plays have to be prepared in advance. The plays that are performed today are all prepared yesterday. Now they are over."

"I still have to prepare for tomorrow's play, so I can only end it."

"As for everyone's desire to watch Houxi on December 12, I also understand very well, but I can only say that I am very sorry, very sorry."

After hearing the explanation from the person on the stage, many people did not force it.

So the people in the audience also left one after another.

But even if you leave.

Many people are also discussing the plot and the subsequent development of those stories in private.

But it can be seen that there is also a very emotional need for the drama on stage.

Huang Rong was a little bit unsatisfied.

"These guys did such a good job, I wanted to leave with them."

Qiao Feng said with a smile: "They will definitely stay in one place and finish the whole scene before leaving. There is no need to worry about anything."

"When we get to the next place, we will definitely play the same play, otherwise there is no need to change places back and forth."

"If you watch the same scene too much, you will feel bored.-

After hearing Qiao Feng's explanation, Huang Rong could only nod her head, and followed Qiao Feng back to the tavern.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Soon, there were few people on the street.

The person on the stage also began to order his subordinates to pack up.

"Third uncle, I heard that there is a Linglong chess game here? Do we want to participate?" One of the young people carried a big box and came to the middle-aged man on the stage.

"Linglong Chess Game? Do you really think you can win with your cultivation?"

The young man just smiled, a confident smile.

It seems to want to respond to this.

Seeing the young man's reaction, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he was a little angry.

"Huh! Just do your own thing, don't make any extra troubles. This time, the Linglong chess game is not easy, and it has nothing to do with our affairs, so don't mess with these things."

"Ya Q said, third uncle." The young man was a little disappointed

"I heard that-i, the dogs of Linglong Zhenshang, Mu Jia, are all young talents, including that

It seems that Zhang Cuishan from Wudang and Monk Wu Hua Miao from Shaolin will all participate. "

"Nephew just wants to fight them."

The third uncle glared at the young man, and said angrily: "Do you want 093 to expose his strength? Do you want to harm our group!"

"I warn you, don't act recklessly! If something goes wrong, don't blame me for not telling you! When the time comes, I won't sacrifice all of us because of you."

The young man nodded with a gloomy expression, and could only agree.

Wait until the people here have packed up everything.

A group of people did not stay in Cheng.

Instead, they went outside the city and set up tents to live in.

late at night.

One "shadow left quickly and ran to the wild.

Came to a canyon.

The figure took out a torch and lit it instantly.

A life

Chapter five hundred and eighty-fifth Zhang Zhenren's means, I have to say that it is extremely admirable!

With the illumination of the fire, the face of that figure was also reflected.

It was the young man in the daytime.

The young man came to a mountain wall.

With the help of the moonlight, enjoy the scenery ahead.

This is not any other place, it is the place where the Little Linglong Conference that Zhang Cuishan participated in was held.

And take out the mountain wall, it is also very smooth.

Zhang Cuishan once split this place with a sword, leaving a smooth sword mark on the mountain wall.And that young man came to this place to watch this place after hearing the rumor.

"You can split such a mountain wall with a single sword, you are not only the arrogance of today, but your swordsmanship is superb." The young man looked at him very excitedly.

Watching it again and again, one side is not stingy with words of praise.

"It would be great if I had the chance to fight against this person once. I can also see how big the gap is between them."

The young man waved his fist excitedly, and then started to practice on the spot.

A series of fist winds continued to sweep through.

It can leave a deep mark on the mountain wall every time.

Young people use the moonlight to practice here.

It wasn't until late at night that I returned.

The first day_early, in the tavern c

Huang Yan also didn't care about K's breakfast; he went to the theater where the troupe was located early. If Qiao Feng saw Huang Rong not leaving in a hurry, he could only shake his head helplessly.

Zhang Cuishan also went downstairs, seeing Huang Rong leaving in a hurry, he asked curiously, "What is this girl doing now?"

"Hey, it's not like I went to the theater. That theater troupe is really clever, and it stops at the key point of the plot."

"I see." Zhang Cuishan suddenly understood.

It turned out that I went to the theater again.

At this time, Zhang Cuishan was even more curious, is this play so good?

It made him want to go and have a look.

"Brother Qiao, come and have a look with me later."

"Okay! I just happen to be more curious about the later scenes." Qiao Feng nodded in agreement.

After the two of them had breakfast, they immediately went to the place where the troupe was singing.

Although it is still early, it is still crowded with people.

It seems that yesterday, after continuous fermentation, more and more people knew about the comedy here.

So just in the morning, many people came.

At this moment, the stage was set up again.

Someone has already started to prepare the things on the stage.

In the audience, many people were anxiously waiting for Ruo.

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Hearing the voices of the people next to him, Zhang Cuishan couldn't help feeling helpless.

The most important thing is that most of them are their own fans.

He can't touch it!

I had no choice but to sit where I was and drink.

Watching the crowd gradually covering Zhang Cuishan, Qiao Feng and Huang Rong who stood aside couldn't help laughing.

Until that group of people gradually lost interest in Zhang Cuishan.

The two just walked over.

"Brother Zhang, you are quite popular, so many people in the martial arts world worship you so much!"

Qiao Feng laughed and patted Zhang Cuishan on the shoulder.

Listening to the other party's words, Zhang Cuishan couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Watching a play! Didn't you say yesterday that 093's play is pretty good? If it's not good, I won't listen!"

Listening to his words, Huang Rong raised her brows slightly.

"Then don't worry, the performances here are much better than those in other places!" Huang Rong raised her eyes and looked forward as she spoke, but today the theater troupe remained silent for a long time.Everyone looked puzzled, some were confused, and some were swearing.

"What's going on... Didn't we agree to have another scene today? Why hasn't anyone come here for a long time?"

"Yeah ooooo. What's going on with this theater troupe, if no one comes, believe it or not, I will blow up (bcdj) your broken place!"

"Oh, I'll go! Ignore us, let's see what a good place this is, and what do we think of these guests!"

At the end, a martial artist in golden clothes couldn't bear it anymore.

That nearly two-meter-tall figure matched his angry face.If people don't know this, they may think that this is a robber from somewhere.

I saw the man carrying the Batang with a big fan, and directly lifted the front of the stage.The next moment o...oo everyone was stunned.

Directly above the stage, the head of the theater troupe leader stands out.

Glaring, staring down, blood flowed profusely, full of fishy smell.

Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone around was going crazy with fright.

They have never seen this kind of battle in their life, even if they have seen the fighting in the rivers and lakes, they have never seen such bloody and cruel fighting.

The leader of the martial arts was even more frightened and almost fainted.

Only Zhang Cuishan and the others glanced at each other.

When he saw the glaring eyes from the top of the stage, it looked like the head below.

Zhang Cuishan gently touched his chin.

"Maybe it's time to look for the yamen here, who is this troupe feuding with?"