Many years later, all the wealthy families present could still tell the scene vividly about the scene with others, and their eyebrows were full of pride.

Red silk like a waterfall flows down the corridor bridge, and like brocade flowers, it looks like a fire platform in the lanterns. The lights are in the welcoming, adding three points of wealth. In the thick red silk like rouge, a beauty in red dress suddenly slips out. She smiles with a look of her life, like a girl next door who has just finished her first life, jumps through her seat, climbs onto the platform, and sings with her red lips:

"The wind and rain outside the Spring Flower Pavilion, and when I was sad, I found lonely and lonely.

If you see a sedan chair through the curtain, you will walk on the magpie bridge for the newlyweds.

You need to have fun all the time when you are auspicious, so why bother to feed Yaolian with tears and rain?”

The singing style is graceful and high, like a cuckoo crying blood, and the orioles are lost. Instead, the lower part suddenly turns to the door, which is better than raindrops falling from the sky, and before the willow catkins are smashed, the heart is trembling.

"Mo Yun, it was she on stage?" Somehow, Nisu was shocked at this moment, and she was inexplicably standing. She almost knocked over a teapot of a noble man sitting in the archway to disturb the opera. This was the most taboo on the stage. First, she couldn't hold on to her face, and second, she had to distract herself by the mates. If it were ordinary opera, it would be fine, but since the woman called Mo Yun was on stage, Nisu was naturally not a good person. She was pushed and staggered by the noble man, and she sat down to the ground, but she was still talking in dismay. The women on both sides saw that this was not good, so they accused him of guilt and pushed Nisu half-stand half-stand down the corridor bridge, which was quite embarrassed.

"Master, Mo Yun's singing style is really amazing. I'm afraid that even in the capital, I can still win the title of second place among many popular stars?" A man dressed in a servant took advantage of the pause and lowered his head as if he was sitting next to him, asking in the ear of the rich man sitting next to him.

"The second place? That's hard to say." The rich businessman responded, his eyes still staring at the red-dressed actress on the stage, with bright eyes. "What the master said is that the capital is deep and this remote place is called the emperor, but it is difficult to be outstanding when he arrives in the capital, and he is not as good as an old star."

"You know what a play." The rich man took advantage of the rare opportunity and rushed to his mouth to pour tea. Runrun's throat was dry because of the cheers. He stretched out his thumb with his left hand and raised it up three times. "I'm afraid that when he sees it, he will worship this woman as a treasure. As for the so-called greats in the capital, not to mention the second place, even the top scholar, she is not worthy of carrying shoes for her. The tune can be practiced diligently, but the charm of singing may not be learned even if he has worked hard for decades. However, today's victory is in this unrelenting opening. As for the voice, it may have not been on stage for a long time, and it's a bit unfamiliar, but it doesn't matter. After this trip, Qinghe Garden has climbed up to the high branch and resurrected the dead. The number of times he has appeared on stage in the future will of course be high. Let's practice your voice back."

Early the next morning, Wu Shuang was awakened by the noisy voices in her sleep. Yun Zhongyi, not far away, sat up from the bed, stretched out the joints of his body, stretched his waist and twisted his back, and his spirit improved a lot. Although his mind still felt a little painful, compared to the pain a few days ago, he was still a little uncomfortable when he looked at Wu Shuang in confusion. The two went out to watch, but saw the ingenious man standing at the entrance of the courtyard, struggling to hold the hospital door with his shoulders. The sounds outside the courtyard were so loud that they almost opened Wu Shuang's forehead. The two helped Yan Siguan resist the shaking courtyard door, and then asked the reason.

"I've been making a fuss for a while, just to see your headmaster's wife Fangze?" Wu Shuang was surprised. He had never seen such things before. Even the corners of the bustling counties in major cities were at most popular when singing operas. He took off the costumes after getting off the stage. Not to mention that no one was interested in it, it would not be so big. He heard the noise of the sound, there were at least thirty or forty people outside the door. Therefore, Wu Shuang couldn't help but look at Yansiguan a few times. This man looked ordinary at first glance, and took root while walking. Perhaps he had practiced some unknown internal martial arts skills, and the level was quite low. Otherwise, it would be difficult to hold the hospital door alone, making it impossible for the group of people outside the hospital to break in. Wu Shuang was knowledgeable, but there were always internal martial arts that he had never seen before. For a while, he could not see through which school of boxing this man practiced.

The outsiders of the courtyard could not conquer for a long time, so they naturally did not want to spend more time, so they had to retreat in disappointment, and they could not help but mutter bad words. At this time, the door in the middle of the courtyard was open, and a man with a good appearance walked out. He smiled and bowed to Wu Shuang and asked Wu Shuang and Yunzhong to sit down at the small stone table in the courtyard. Yan Siguan brought a pot of tea and three tea cups from the side room. The three of them sat in the courtyard.

"I am the headmaster of Qinghe Garden. I was busy with the wife's on stage two days ago. Even the distinguished guests didn't know if they checked in. If it weren't for the stage, I'm lucky that I'm free today and I don't know how much etiquette I'll lose. I'm really negligent. I hope you can forgive me. Besides, I'm thankful for helping Xiaoyuan today. The wife caught a cold last night. How could she go to see these noble people with illness? If it weren't for the help of the two, I'm afraid that the wooden door of Xiaoyuan would be removed by these frivolous disciples. I'm really grateful to you for today." The man's words were very sensible, elegant and easy-going, and with other actors.

The sharp teeth and sharp mouth seem to be slightly different. The opera is to make food and clothing, and the lyrics are familiar with the heart, but there is not necessarily a few taels of ink in the belly, and there is no spare food to make a living. How can I have the leisure to read the official history of unofficial history? Therefore, most actors have nothing to do with Feng Ya, and only a few popular young stars do not have to worry about food, clothing, food, food, food, oil and salt, so I can care about the word Feng Ya. The man poured the tea in front of the two of them casually, and continued: "My surname is Cheng, my name is Jing Dong, and my parents died in childhood, so I have not yet taken the word "大天" so I don't know the two?"

Wu Shuang glanced at the man's right hand pouring tea, and replied boldly: "It's okay to say it, Wu Dian, next to me is my nephew Zhong Ren. I went south from Shangqi and wanted to buy and sell herbs to Yizhang Country. When I passed this place, my nephew was unwell, so I came here to stay here. There were many troubles. Now my nephew is cured, and I think I can move my body tomorrow." Cheng Jingdong advised him kindly, asking Wu Shuang to stay here for a few more days to repay his gratitude for today's relief, but Wu Shuang politely rejected him, saying that if the herbs he carried were delayed on the road for a long time and the herbs lost their fresh energy when they were unearthed, then this trip would be lost. In desperation, Cheng Jingdong had to agree and went out with Yan Siguan.

"Why did Master lie?" After Cheng Jingdong and Yan Siguan gradually moved away, before the young man could ask questions, Wu Shuang walked lazily through the stone screen in the yard, stopped a little, and continued: "Maybe everything is clear to you, it is not a good thing. How can this martial arts master always be with you? You have to think about it yourself. The wine is full of wine, and the tea is half a day, which is afraid that the guests will burn their hands. Although the head teacher is very polite today, the fullness of tea and even overflowing tea is quite interesting."

Yun Zhong was puzzled that all the three meals were bought by the master in the surrounding store these days. Besides, he helped to drive away the people who came to disturb him. Why did he drive away? Furthermore, there are many people walking in the world who have hidden their names. Even if the young man is a young man, he has read the book a few times and knows the preferences of the people in the world. But with Wu Shuang's temperament, he has never falsely reported his name. Why did he deliberately report a fake name? Could it be that there are some people here? Even his master who is a master who is free to control his sword dare not say that he can hold his head steady?

"You have been in my school for half a year. Why not be a teacher to take the exam first?" The fat shopkeeper returned to the stone table, held his head forward with his arms, picked up the teacup, and swallowed a mouthful of almost cold light tea, "In your opinion, the man named Yan and the same opera troupe leader, where did these two people come from?"

The boy frowned and thought for a moment, and answered with a little hesitation: "Return to Master, just listening to the accent, Yun Zhong really couldn't tell who this person was, as if he was not from the same hometown as the head teacher. He was very strong, and it was difficult for ordinary people to resist the wood door by one. Apart from these, it was difficult for the disciple to see other tricks. " "Not bad."

"I thought that according to your lazy nature, you could only see the man's good mental strength, but I didn't expect to pay attention to the difference in his accent. "Wu Shuang smiled with satisfaction," said this, did you not see the abnormality of the headmaster?"

The boy shook his head, frowned and thought about the time of half an incense stick, but he couldn't say what was unusual.

Wu Shuang smiled and said, "After all, it's the nature of a young man. I'll ask you, if you marry your wife in the future, your wife is exhausted and there are outsiders in the yard, will you forget to lock the copper lock when you go out?" As he spoke, he pointed to the copper lock hanging on the door of the inner room. The young man looked closely and hung loosely on the door, and it had not been locked. In fact, the young man was still half-believing and half-doubted in his heart at this moment. If there was no door lock, there would be something strange, which was a bit far-fetched. It was just along the way, it seemed like his master's

The intuition had never made any mistakes, so he had to swallow his doubts back into his abdomen, return to his room honestly, and practice qi cross-legged. With the lotus pond, the boy's eyes, which had been extremely blocked, opened wide. Looking at everything was like removing a layer of gauze as thin as a cicada's wings. The surroundings were clear. Unfortunately, when he wanted to hit the heart's prickly point, he was blocked by an inexplicable bottleneck and could not move. The boy was not anxious. At least the strange pain that had been a few days ago disappeared, and he could sleep peacefully for a night, and he felt satisfied.

Cultivating Qi is like sailing against the current, and if you don’t advance, you will retreat. At this moment, the young man is like a small boat stopping in the middle of the turbulent river, as solid as a rock.

After eating a meal of the meal that was received by Mirror and Winter, Wu Shuang sent the young man out to find a secluded place to practice swords. In his opinion, cultivating qi does not hinder the practice of swordsmanship. If you throw away the sword in your hand and just practice as if you only practice qi, you are no more swordsman. As for the Taoist practice, there are many Taoists in the world, and it is unheard of that person who can catch up with the old Taoist practice.

The boy went out with a sword, patted his rich belly, who was full of wine and food, and headed towards Caixian Beach. June is coming to an end, and the time for dawn is getting longer, and the hottest moment in his mind is coming. The pedestrians on the street are also deserted. When people go out, they push from the early morning to the darkness of the sky. This place is high-ranking Guizhou, so naturally there is no such thing as farming. Only on the back of mountains and rivers more than ten miles away can there be a grain and rice production area. As for whom to farm, it is unknown. Along the way, the boy was unbearable to find a place without a man halfway, and took off his white robe and pulled down his white robe. He wore countless patches of short brown. It was indeed much more refreshing. He took off the scabbard sheath and pulled it apart.

Why did it change from a sword to a sword? It was because the practice of the qi broke out a few days ago and it was difficult to fall asleep, especially when it was the turn of the boy to watch the night, he couldn't sleep during the day, and tossed and turned in the carriage and couldn't fall asleep. Wu Shuang was out of sight and was unhappy. When it was the turn of the boy on duty, he got into the carriage and snore, leaving Yun Zhong with red eyes and gritted teeth, huddled by the campfire and worried. One code was one code, even if he couldn't sleep, he had to watch the night. He couldn't pull the master out of the carriage and then lie in and sleep until dawn. The long night was long, and the stars corresponded to the distance, clearly extinct, clear and clear.

The stars shone on a young man in white, drowsy and drooping his eyelids.

The boy had to find a way to refresh himself. He looked around but failed, and was sleepy and uncontrollably rushed up to his eyebrows, making him feel sleepy. He had to remove the long sword on his waist and put it on his back. The scabbard was cold and rugged, which was extremely uncomfortable. The boy leaned on the sword body, half asleep and half awake, and the sky was bright.

Yun Zhong raised his shoulder and came out his sword. The sword was walking and the wind rose. Suddenly, the lotus swayed. He climbed the tower with murderous intent, but now he was completely angry. With his moves, he supported the wind and slapped the willows, leisurely and natural.

"Good sword technique, I didn't expect the young man to have such handsome skills." A low cheer came from behind. Yun Zhong held his sword and stood still. When he turned around, he turned around and looked at it. It turned out that he was the martial artist Yan Siguan who was holding a wooden door. While speaking, he took off his long jacket and wore a short-sleeved shirt with only a sleeveless short-sleeved shirt. His strong tendons were bulging. Just looking at the guy, you know that he was a trainee and very well-proportioned.

"If you don't know where you go out, you have to have a skill to stay with you, otherwise you will have to ask the tiger, leopard, jackal and fed the cubs before you get here." The man smiled. It was obvious that he was not a talkative person on weekdays. He put his jacket in place and moved his muscles not far away from the boy.

The man's way of exercising his muscles and bones was extremely strange. He was to put his limbs on the ground, push his shoulders hard to the back spine, push his legs to the ground, raise his waist high, and then swing his head. The boy frowned. Just as he was about to ask, the man said first: "This is a tiger-catching style. I learned this punch. It was taught by an old senior. It was based on tiger, wolf, and mountain. It was planned to be three sets of boxing techniques. However, I did not learn all these three styles. I only had some understanding of tiger style, so I continued to follow the head teacher to go out to the world. Although the senior said that this punch was not a unique skill, it could also save himself from danger with tiger style."

The boy nodded, but he was thinking about another thing.

ps. These four thousand words are inconveniently divided into two chapters. The following text will enter the exquisiteness of the plot of Caixiantan, so let me explain it here.
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