Five hundred and seventieth chapters Shangfang sword
Chapter 575: Shang Fang’s Sword
In the lantern market, there are opera troupes setting up a stage to sing operas.
In this bizarre world, the gorgeous performances on the stage are like immortals in the sky, but the reality seems a bit elusive.
The singing style of Yiyi Ya Ya is a local opera that is widely circulated in Zhejiang.
Later generations called this singing style Yue Opera.
Among them, the one that impressed Lu Heng the most was the excerpt from Dream of Red Mansions in the Yue Opera.
Until this moment, Lu Heng was still familiar with the song in which Brother Na Bao praised Sister Lin.
However, what is being sung on the stage now has nothing to do with Dream of Red Mansions, but the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
When they came out, Monk Fahai and Agui brought a lot of small benches. So everyone took the small benches and found a seat in the crowd, wearing thick cotton jackets, admiring the unique entertainment method in this world.
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Lu Heng asked Kong Kanglian for a few taels of silver, then bought some snacks and distributed them to Liu Qingqing and the others. A group of people sat there, eating and watching the show.
On the stage, the actors worked hard and sang beautifully.
There were cheers on the stage. Some theatergoers listened and sang along.
However, Lu Heng and the others were watching a show. And at the front of the crowd, some people turned their heads to look at them, well, to be precise, they looked at the women Liu Qingqing sitting next to Lu Heng.
Agui's senses were sharp, and he immediately saw the young man in fine clothes, with oily hair and powdered face. He kept turning his head and looking around. Originally, with Agui's ability, he could hurt people with flying leaves and kill the person directly. But after experiencing
After the incident in the Tokyo underground, Agui became much calmer, and he was not as impulsive as before when things happened. He learned to weigh the pros and cons.
This transformation has brought about Agui's leap in martial arts. Monk Fahai said with a smile that Agui now is probably invincible in terms of martial arts alone.
Therefore, after Agui saw the young master looking greedily at his wife, he did not take action immediately. After thinking about it, he decided to ask Lu Heng's opinion first before making any plans.
When Lu Heng heard this, he just smiled. Then he apologized to Liu Qingqing and the other girls.
Everyone picked up the small benches and left the venue with unsatisfied feelings.
However, God did not follow his wishes. Lu Heng wanted to put things to rest, but that man just came to his door.
After Lu Heng and others left the venue, the young master sitting in the front row also left the venue with his servants.
Later, the two parties met unexpectedly outside the town.
Not only did the young master bring a dozen servants, but he also brought some vicious ruffians. Looking at their posture, it looked like they were ready to open fire.
When Kong Kanglian saw this group of people, her first reaction was not to run away, but to tighten her purse around her waist. She looked like a miser. Lu Heng glanced at him in surprise, then smiled and turned his gaze
Throw it to the front.
The night wind blows, and the young master's black hair is very flowing.
"How much do these women cost?" The young master pointed at Liu Qingqing and the women, picked his teeth and asked lustfully.
Agui snorted coldly and stepped forward to teach these useless people who had no brains and eyesight.
However, there is someone faster than him.
Monk Fahai sighed with compassion, put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. Then he moved away from his meditation steps and walked forward alone.
Afterwards, a group of people sat on tree stumps by the roadside, waiting for Monk Fahai to show off his kung fu for the first time.
However, a monk is a monk after all, and a monk is compassionate. Fighting and killing are not his style.
Everyone was first joking, then confused, and finally turned into stunned expressions.
Monk Fahai went from being pushed around to trying hard to persuade him. In the end, the young man with oily hair and pink face cried bitterly. He knelt on the ground in tears, kowtowed his head, and begged Monk Fahai to accept him as his disciple.
Behind him, Lu Heng and others all looked shocked.
They turned their heads and looked at each other. Thinking of Monk Fahai, this was such an outrageous method. A word suddenly came to mind: Demonic Monk.
Then, Monk Fahai waved his hand and turned to leave.
Behind him, the young master and his family kowtowed to the monk Fahai to see him off.
He waited until the monk's back disappeared into the night before leaving in tears.
"What did you tell them?" Lu Heng asked in surprise as he held his chin with his hand to prevent it from falling.
"Scare, comfort, recover!" Monk Fahai raised his fist, put it on his lips, and coughed lightly. He said something concisely and concisely. When he spoke, his expression was calm and calm, and his aura of superiority was undoubtedly revealed.
"Master, can you make it clear?" In comparison, Kong Kanglian was even more impressed by Monk Fahai's methods. If he learns these methods, the students of Taixue will be blessed in the future.
"It's very simple!" Monk Fahai clasped his hands behind his back, walked slowly for a few steps, and said calmly: "I told them: We are imperial spies who specialize in supervising local officials, and we have the privilege of killing first and reporting later. Now, you are accused of molesting women.
, as we know, tomorrow is the day when your whole family will lose their heads!"
"Did that person believe it?" Agui rubbed his nose and asked curiously. It seemed that these words sounded a bit idiotic.
"Of course I don't believe it!" Monk Fahai curled his lips and gave Agui a look of contempt, as if he was looking at an imbecile child.
"I have this!" Monk Fahai lifted up his cassock and took out a golden sword from it.
"This is..." Lu Heng stared at the sword in Fa Hai's hand and said in surprise: "This is Shang Fang's sword! Where did you come from?"
Fahai chuckled and pointed to the north.
But everyone was still confused and looked at Fa Hai in astonishment.
"I just took it from the theater troupe when I was going to the toilet!" Fa Hai rubbed his nose and said with a smile.
"Fuck!" Everyone was speechless immediately, their heads covered with black lines.
I sigh for the shamelessness of this hypocritical eminent monk, and feel sad for those few dandies who treat others unkindly.
"But, is it still the same as the real thing?"
Lu Heng took the fake Shang Fang sword, looked at it for a moment, and exclaimed in surprise.
He had seen Shang Fang's sword in the emperor's palace before. From the appearance, it was exactly the same as the one in his hand.
"Then what?" Lu Heng asked Fa Hai while groping for the Shang Fang sword in his hand, which was so fake that it looked real. "This is a bluff, what next?"
Fahai smiled proudly: "Then the poor monk told them that he had a way to help them survive this disaster!"
"What method?" Agui interrupted curiously and asked.
"It's very simple!" Monk Fahai laughed, clasped his hands, and solemnly recited the Buddha's name: "Go to Mount Wutai to be a monk, and the poor monk will keep him safe. If not, the poor monk will kill him now! Do justice for heaven!"
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Everyone was suddenly petrified: "..."
When Agui heard this, he trembled while holding the hilt of his sword.
With a clatter, the long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed on the blade.
"Hey, this sword!" Kong Kanglian's eyes suddenly widened and she pointed at the unsheathed sword in Agui's hand, stammering and speechless.
"Sword, what happened to the sword?" Agui looked at it with his backhand, raised his head and looked at the housekeeper, wondering. That's right, it's still the same one.
"The sword is real!" Lu Heng smiled bitterly, raised his head and glanced at the Shang Fang sword, shook his head and sighed: "This is really a Shang Fang sword!"
Monk Fahai was stunned for a moment, his hand trembled, and he dropped Shang Fang's sword, which was regarded as a sacred object by the world, with a clang on the ground.
On the side, Agui turned his head, stared at Kong Kanglian who looked a little unnatural, and sneered.
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Time goes back an hour ago,...
In a dimly lit theater.
On the stage, the actors in heavy makeup were singing hard. The audience applauded and cheered continuously, and the scene was extremely lively.
only……
Behind the stage curtain, a pair of bright eyes passed through the curtain and aimed at Kong Kanglian in the audience.
Under the stage, Kong Kanglian was sitting at attention.
Later, when Kong Kanglian saw the curtain shaking slightly, her face instantly became serious. She narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced to her side.
Then, the gap in the curtain closed. Nightingale, disguised as a warrior, slowly exited the stage.
At this moment, Monk Fahai, who was already impatient with the swingers in the front row, stretched out his arms, hugged his big belly, whispered to Lu Heng in a low voice, stood up, and walked towards the toilet.
go.
Going to the toilet was fake, but Monk Fahai saw the fake Shang Fang sword in the hand of the actor playing the Emperor of Heaven on the stage just now.
Along the way, Monk Fahai took advantage of the darkness and sneaked into the backstage of the theater troupe. While the actors were not paying attention, he took away the props placed aside.
However, after he left, the wardrobe where the costumes were hung was moved away, and the warrior, who was thin but with gleaming eyes, slowly walked out from behind the wardrobe.
Looking at the door curtain shaking in the wind, Wu Sheng smiled slightly. After taking off his costume, he threw the costume aside, turned around and walked out of the stage.
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The night is cold and cold, and the bright moon is like a jade plate, hanging in the dark blue night. The beautiful moonlight shines on the world.
In the distance, the stage looked like a mirage in the night sea, emitting a blur of brilliance that seemed both real and illusory.
The sound of singing echoed in the air, accompanied by the cheers of the theater fans, carried by the wind.
The expression on Lu Heng's face was as calm as ever. He lowered his head and glanced at Shang Fang's sword that fell on the ground. He smiled slightly, squatted down, and reached out to pick up Shang Fang's sword.
He sighed softly, stretched out his hand and picked off the grass branches on the sword.
Then, holding the sword in both hands, he walked up to Kong Kangliang.
With a calm smile in her eyes, she looked at Kong Kanglian and presented the sword to him.
Kong Kanglian's expression changed. After taking a step back, she looked at Lu Heng in confusion and said in a trembling voice, "Master Lu, what are you doing?"
Lu Heng smiled, shook his head, walked forward slowly, glanced at Kong Kanglian who was at a loss, and generously stuffed Shang Fang's sword into Kong Kanglian's arms. Then, he reached out and patted his shoulder, and said to