Upstairs, Mrs. Cheng admired the performance of "A Bowl of Jade" and said to Cheng Shixiong: "It's not easy for me, it's really not easy. It's such a cold day. You wear such thin clothes just to coax me."
The old woman is happy, son, look at her body, which is as soft as noodles, she should be rewarded with some money."
"Don't worry, mother, the child knows." Cheng Shixiong said, and immediately waved to the side, and a servant came quickly, bent down and smiled: "Master, your orders..."
Just at this moment, the girl on the stage shot out the poisonous needle. The servant in green clothes and small hat was bending down to listen to Cheng Shixiong's instructions. Suddenly he felt an itch on his neck. At this time, he was leaning over to listen to the master's words. He did not dare to make any mistakes.
After listening to Cheng Shixiong's instructions, there was nothing strange on his neck, so he didn't take it to heart.
When the girl on the stage saw that the assassination failed, she was secretly upset. At this time, it was impossible to install poisonous needles in the arrow whistle in front of everyone. She could afford to pick it up and put it down. Knowing that there was no chance, she retreated immediately.
After dancing for a while, they made a sign to stop, bowed their hands, and retreated hastily.
The servant conveyed the master's instructions to Butler Peng downstairs. Butler Peng went to the accounting room to collect the silver reward. Leader Wu received the silver reward and stood in the audience feeling content and happy.
Lao Jiang, who was good at Tibetan magic (magic), came on stage next. When Lao Jiang saw that "a bowl of jade" had won a silver reward, he couldn't help but cheer up and showed off his unique skill. He took out a rope and shook it in the wind.
It stood upright like a stick, which made Mrs. Cheng click her tongue in surprise.
Lao Jiang threw the rope into the air again, and the rope immediately hung straight in the air. Lao Jiang cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Today is the 60th birthday of the old man. The little old man came here to pay his respects empty-handed. Aren't you ashamed? Fortunately, little old man.
I still know a few tricks. This rope, old man, don’t think it is short, but it can reach the heaven. I will ask my apprentice to climb up, climb to the heaven, and steal the pan to honor you.
Old man."
After Lao Jiang finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the young apprentice spat into his palm, then climbed up along the rope like a monkey, and disappeared on the roof of the shed after a while.
All the spectators stretched their necks to look at the stage, trying to get a glimpse of the secret of his tricks. At this time, the poison in the servant who had been hit by the poisonous needle began to take effect. He felt dizzy, short of breath, and a little breathless.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he didn't dare to lose etiquette in front of the old lady and the general, so he had to force himself to support himself.
Not long after Lao Jiang's apprentice climbed up, a huge longevity peach fell from the sky. The longevity peach was white and rosy, which was very pleasant. Lao Jiang had quick hands and quick eyes. He held the peach in his hand, knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "Congratulations to the longevity peach.
, my unlucky little apprentice finally showed his face and took a heavenly flat peach. The young man dedicated this peach to the longevity star. I wish you good luck as long as the flowing water in the East China Sea, and as long as the immortal pines in the southern mountains!"
Old Mrs. Cheng was so happy when she heard this that she forgot about the reward. Lao Jiang had said all her good things. Seeing that Old Mrs. Cheng didn't mention the reward, she couldn't help but frown and thought to herself: "It seems that I have to work harder to impress him."
This old lady." He immediately gestured quietly to his apprentice who was hiding on the roof of the shed.
His Tibetan magic "Stealing Peach" was originally a short story that incorporated Tibetan magic. It was only half of the performance. The rest of the performance can be continued or stopped, it all depends on the reaction of the audience. At this time, the old lady did not
After asking for a reward, he continued to perform, and then heard a loud shout and a scream from the roof of the shed. Lao Jiangcang raised his head in panic, and a huge human head fell bloody from the roof of the shed, and hit the ground with a thud.
On the stage, there was a sudden scream from the theatergoers.
Lao Jiang also stood up in panic, and saw arms, arms, and thighs falling one after another from the sky. He didn’t know what they were made of. It looked like they were real. Lao Jiang held the head and cried.
: "The little old man offended the Immortal Mansion. This is how the Immortal punishes his young disciple. I have pity on my disciple. He died in the West..."
Old Mrs. Cheng was frightened when she saw it, and said quickly: "Look at this bloody hula monster, it's scary, son, tell him to put it away quickly, change the trick, change the trick..."
Cheng Shixiong opened his mouth to call someone, and the servant standing in the corner was suddenly seeing lights and darkening, and the sounds he heard in his ears were far and near. He couldn't react at all. Cheng Shixiong thought he was in a trance after watching a magic trick, and couldn't help but express his expression.
After a moment of silence, Ding Hao smiled and said, "General Cheng, please let me know."
Ding Hao went downstairs to the shack under the stage opposite, opened the curtain and asked: "Who is the class leader?"
The actor who was waiting for the end of the performance had already gone to the corner outside the building to wait. At this time, there was only one actor who was acting in the studio. He turned around and asked: "Who are you and what's going on?"
Ding Hao smiled and said: "Today is Mrs. Cheng's birthday, so it's just a birthday peach. Why are the heads and legs brought out? It's not festive. Please tell the man on the stage to change it."
Otherwise, the silver reward will be wasted."
"Oh, then I have to go quickly!" When he went upstairs and opened the door curtain, he whispered a greeting so that Master and Disciple Lao Jiang could hear him. So the artist put down his brushes, turned around and ran upstairs, while the artist sat on the stairs.
It was difficult to stop the big man who was talking, so he had to let him go up. When he went upstairs, he quickly followed him.
Ding Hao walked over to warm up the fire. Suddenly he heard a thump on the floor and a short cry of pain. He couldn't help but wonder: Did the trickster fall? He also walked towards the stairs. Ding Hao took a few steps.
As soon as I walked up the stairs to the shack upstairs, I saw a thin "man" standing blocking the door. Opposite "him" a burly man knocked the actor down, and blood spurted out from the actor's throat.
When Ding Hao saw it, he broke into a cold sweat. Knowing that something was wrong, he had no time to think about it. He turned around and was about to run away. The big man opposite had already shouted anxiously: "Yanyan, behind you!"
The thin "man" turned around sharply when he heard the sound, raised his hand and circled the plate. Ding Hao felt just like the last time he was thrown out by Ding Yuluo. Before he could react, he fell to the ground in a daze. This time
Only then did he realize that there was a big man next to him. The big man held a small scimitar in his hand and leaned over to stab him with a grin.
Between the lightning and flint, Ding Hao saw a vague pattern on his wrist. When he looked closely, it was a ferocious wolf head. In shock, Ding Hao's thoughts changed and he shouted hastily: "You are sent by the officials of the Song Dynasty to assassinate my general."
Someone?!"
The scimitar in the big man's hand had already stabbed Ding Hao's chest. Hearing these words, he suddenly froze, with a strange look in his eyes. Ding Hao's heart was pounding, and his back was covered in cold sweat. He wanted to say more, and his forehead
Suddenly he felt a huge pain and fainted. It turned out that the girl pretending to be "a bowl of jade" had jumped over and kicked him hard on the forehead with the tip of her boot.
"This idiot actually thinks that we are sent by the Emperor of the Song Dynasty?" The big man said in a dumbfounded voice.
The woman sneered and said: "The Han people are deceitful and deceitful, and there are endless attempts to usurp the throne. Do you think that their kings are virtuous and their ministers are loyal, and they are of the same mind? Humph, they are no different from me in the northern country. This man is so smart, but it is an accident for us.
Harvest, Arang, leave him alive, let's go!" After saying that, he hurriedly walked downstairs.
At this time, the eyes of the servant upstairs were completely dark, and there was only the pounding of his heartbeat in his eardrums. He opened his mouth wide and tried to inhale, but his chest was like a heavy stone, and he couldn't take in a single breath. He felt like his soul was soaring in the clouds.
, top-heavy, like stepping on a sampan bumpy by huge waves. Lao Jiang took a box on the opposite table, and was talking about how to "turn the parts into whole", give everyone a big transformation, and let the disciples come to life.
The servant shook his body a few times, then fell out of the window and hit the ground with a thud.
When Cheng Shixiong saw Huo Di, he stood up and stood in front of his mother like a gust of wind. He glared and yelled: "What's going on? Go and check!"
Lao Jiang on the opposite stage was doing a dance like a great master. He couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this situation. He didn't know how the guest upstairs could fall down. Cheng Shixiong had people close the doors and windows, put his mother in place, and led a few
A guard rushed downstairs with murderous intent. Surrounded by the guards, he arrived under the eaves. He saw the servant lying on his back on the ground, with foam and black blood leaking from the corners of his mouth. He was already dead.
Cheng Shixiong squatted down with a sullen face. After a brief inspection, he found that there was a circle of purple-black marks on the neck of the servant. He stared at the circle of purple-green marks carefully for a long time, then slowly stretched out two fingers and lifted his fingers from the corpse's neck.
Pulling out a steel needle as thin as a hair, Cheng Shixiong's eyes suddenly shone with a cold light.
At this moment, the stunned actor "A Bowl of Jade" in the stage shack opposite woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw an actor with a half-painted face lying next to her, with blood coming from his throat.
The gurgling water almost reached my eyes. For a moment, it was like seeing a ghost, and I was scared out of my mind.
In her horror, she didn't even notice that she was naked. She jumped up and rushed towards the stage, screaming with all her strength: "It's murder~~~"
After all, Ding Hao is a man, and his ability to withstand blows is stronger than that of women. The kick on his forehead caused him to faint for a moment. He was suddenly awakened by the woman's sharp shout. He opened his eyes in confusion and saw
A large diagonal triangle of light appeared in the air ahead, and a naked woman, with a slender back and slender waist and plump buttocks, jumped into the light passage.
Ding Hao's eyes suddenly widened: "Holy crap, where did I wear it again?"
When there was chaos outside, "A Bowl of Jade" screamed "Killing people..." and ran to the stage.
The people in the audience looked at the stage in shock, and saw a naked woman with fresh skin and tender flesh rushing out from behind the stage. She kicked down the guzheng in front of the musician and knocked the cymbal out of Lao Jiang's hand.
The waves of breasts and buttocks dazzle countless pairs of eyes at once...
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