Painter

Chapter 103: Killing

Although there are many opera actors in Xuandu City, there are only a handful of them who can sing well.

People in Xuandu recognized Cheng Yu who sang "The Temptation of Nanling", recognized the young girl from the Golden Guier troupe trained by Cheng Yu as his successor, and recognized the red-sleeve recruit Shen Huashuang, but few people recognized him standing on the stage at this moment. dressed in Tsing Yi.

Suddenly looking near the Sparrow Terrace, someone opened his eyes wide, took a closer look at the appearance of the Tsing Yi, and exclaimed: "Mute!"

As soon as the words fell, he hurriedly changed the insulting name and shouted: "It's Gu Jiuniang!"

"Who?"

"Gu Jiuniang from Gantang Lane!"

"Gu Jiuniang!"

The sound of "Gu Jiuniang" is like throwing a little spark into the dry grass, and with a bang, it sets off a hot wave.

First, the people under Wangque Terrace shouted this name, and then the shouts swept through several squares.

"Niniang!"

"Niniang!"

The sound of shouts blows away the cloth strips on the front wood of Qiyun Bridge, and raises the wine tricks on the street.Among the crowd watching the play, a girl looked up at Wangque Terrace.The girl wears a black-and-green fake bun and a deep indigo dress. Although the dress is the same as that of a lay girl, her hands are in the sleeves, but she is holding a string of Buddhist beads.

On the top of Wangquetai, the green and red flags are surging.On the rosewood chair in the Yiwu seat, Hong Yixuan sat alone and watched the play.He was wearing a black crane cloak and moon-watching shoes, and he didn't seem to be wearing a weapon.Before the Fish and Dragon Festival started, he went to the Watching Sparrow Terrace, but he had no interest in watching the show.Because Wangque Terrace is the third highest place in Xuandu, second only to Deyue Tower and Da Nei of the Old Imperial City.From this platform, you can have a panoramic view of the northwest of Xuandu City.But at this time, his eyes also followed the crowd, focusing on the blue robe.

That Tsing Yi's singing style is different from other opera singers, she sang with her neck stretched out, and under the cover of her plain white collar, there was a strange rune in her throat, which was faintly visible.

She lowered her head suddenly, opened her mouth, and a blue shadow appeared between her red lips.

The blue shadow shot out suddenly, passed through the clear sky, and shot from the Wangque Terrace to the viewing stage, like a water mark.The spirits of the spectators were lifted. Could it be that there is still a change in this song?

On the Yiwu seat, the Taoist in black didn't think much about it.But in the blink of an eye, the strange blue shadow shot towards him, and the black-clothed Taoist's brows tingled, only then did he realize that he was the target of the blue shadow.His complexion changed drastically, he pointed with his right hand, pinched the sword formula, and waved his hand.

With a clang sound, a ray of snow-bright light, like a white dragon, jumped up from the waist of the Taoist in black, flew into the air, and intercepted the blue shadow.This place is only half a foot away from the eyebrows of the Taoist in black. When the blue shadow disappeared, a few wisps of sword energy collapsed, the side melons and fruits cracked, and shallow marks appeared on the mat table.

The snow-bright light easily scattered the blue shadow, but its momentum faltered, and it could be seen clearly. It was a seven-inch dagger with a blade as white as frost and snow, engraved with the word "Xuanxin".

After only a moment of stagnation, the short sword turned into a bright sword light again.

Just because after the first blue shadow, there were second and third blue shadows!

The drums on the stage were in full swing and did not stop.

The spectators in the audience shouted: "Cai!"

In previous years, some actors hid in the audience, and when the performance was in the middle, they pretended to be spectators and performed with the people on the stage.Today's show of fighting swords is more than a hundred times more exciting than the show of Toujianmen just now.I don't know when these two people hung the fishing line in the field, and what method they used to make the green shadow and white shadow come and go like real flying swords.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

Hong Yixuan fixed his eyes on the Tsing Yi on the stage.From the moment he entered Xuandu, every time he fell asleep, he would stick a charm under the bed, and every time he stepped into a room, he would be wary of the beams behind the door.He knew that sooner or later someone would strike him with a sword, but he never thought that this sword would come from Wangque Stage, from an actor in Tsing Yi.

He didn't know the origin of this woman, no matter if she was from the Qianyuan Academy or a master in the Fengchen Army, since the other party dared to fight on stage, she must not be of the easy-to-hand type.

He poured his whole heart into the snow-white dagger.

The movement of air in the eight directions of heaven and earth circulates like strings, faintly visible.

The common people in the world are all in the sight, and can perceive the opportunity of all things, the difference is only in the amount.If it is said that the heaven and earth are like a harp, and seeing all living beings in the environment, they can only watch the harp.Those who plant Tao can pluck a string.

Hong Yixuan pointed like a sword, waved his hands, and raised his black sleeves.A string of heaven and earth flicked, and the small snow-white sword shot towards Qingying like an arrow on the string, sparing no effort to smash the second strange sword energy.

This sword was unhindered, and it easily exceeded Hong Yixuan's expectations.The cyan sword energy seemed to be only stronger than a crossbow, and when it touched the flying sword, it had no power to resist.This doesn't look like a cultivator's supernatural powers, but rather a clumsy method for a leftist with no physical strength to use foreign objects to stir the vitality of heaven and earth.However, when fighting skills, fiction and reality are mixed.He didn't dare to bet whether the previous two sword qi were false moves.

Hong Yixuan swung the sword formula with his right hand, and the Xuebai Feijian twisted towards the third blue light.

A red figure approached Hong Yixuan at this moment.

The sword-wielding Hong Sheng was only impressive when he first appeared on the stage, but after that he was nothing special.Compared to Tsing Yi's singing, her sword dance was too ordinary.Most people even forgot that there was a sword-wielding Hong Sheng playing alongside Tsing Yi.

At some point, she was already on the stage, holding a sword and stabbing the Taoist in black.

The sword's vermilion lacquer and silver hilt looks lifelike, but it's made of paper, far less stiff than gold and iron.With this sword, Hong Sheng pierced with a resolute momentum.

The Taoist man in black was fully focused on manipulating the flying sword, without any time to be distracted, his right hand was still pinching the sword formula, the strings of the heaven and earth zither bounced, and the snow-white short sword cut towards the third blue sword energy.With a wave of his left hand, black air rose from his sleeve, and more than a dozen ghost figures appeared, pounced on Hongsheng.

Hongsheng didn't care about Xiugui biting off the flesh under her shoulder and ribs, and only raised his sword to stab the black-clothed Taoist's chest.The Taoist in black only had time to raise his arm, when the paper sword turned into a stab and slashed, and cut the Taoist in black's arm, the blade touched the flesh, and the silver paint was covered with a strange blue color, silently, it turned into a A small black sword.With a swish, like cutting tofu, the left arm of the Taoist in black was cut off!

Blood spurted from the severed arm of the Taoist in black, and the small snow-white sword in midair trembled accordingly.

Around the little sword, the strings of heaven and earth vibrated, like a yellow bell ringing in the ears of a black-clothed Taoist, there was a buzzing sound in his head, his breath stagnated, and his mouth and nose bled.

Once a practitioner is backlashed by the energy of heaven and earth, if he does not adjust his breath as soon as possible, he will be in danger of going crazy.But at this juncture, the Taoist in black still tried his best to use the sword formula.In mid-air, the little snow-white sword turned around slowly, intending to shoot at Hongsheng, but before it could shoot, the black blade in Hongsheng's hand pierced the black-clothed Taoist's chest.

The blade pierced and pulled out, blood spattered on Nie Kongkong and Fu Fen's snow-white cheeks, a line of scarlet red.

It turns out that the blood of a practitioner is not silver... Nie Kong thought to himself, this flesh is not much stronger than ordinary people.She clenched the hilt of the sword, and stabbed the green between the eyebrows into the black clothes again, the more the sword tip penetrated, the softer the inside became, as soft as tofu.

That thing inside, thumping wildly, isn't it also a heart made of meat?

"What's so great about you." Nie Kongkong laughed with blood all over his face.

She gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and twisted it.

In mid-air, the small snow-white sword suddenly fell.

The sleeve ghost fled in panic.

The Taoist in black gurgled twice in his throat, Nie Kongkong drew his sword and stabbed it in again.

One, two, three.

In the viewing stage, there was a dead silence.

After more than a dozen sword strikes, a large piece of the black-clothed Taoist's chest collapsed, and his flesh was muddy.Nie Kongkong still didn't stop his sword, once and for all, using all his strength, regardless of the fact that the black-clothed Taoist had already passed away.

On the stage, Tsing Yi called out: "Let's go!"

Nie Kongkong was taken aback for a moment, looking back at the blue dress on the stage.Suddenly her face was itchy, she raised her sleeve to wipe it, but the blood on her face smacked away, and half of her face was stained red.

She turned her head to look at the Taoist in black again, took a deep breath, turned around and left without nostalgia.Countless eyes from the audience cast their eyes on her, but she didn't look sideways.Passing by the front seat, she caught a glimpse of a frosty white shadow out of the corner of her eye, and she stretched out her toes.

The frosty white sword spun around, flew high, then fell again, and was firmly caught by Nie Kongkong.

She hung the little sword around her waist, strode down to the stage, jumped up, and grabbed the edge of the stage with one hand.

As soon as he exerted his strength, he jumped onto the stage and walked towards the door of ghosts.

The injury on the back started to hurt hotly at this moment, and those gazes were like salt, sprinkled on the back.Nie Kongkong forcibly suppressed the thought of turning back, restrained his anxious steps, and walked neither fast nor slow.

On the viewing stage, and even under the Wangque stage, hundreds of eyes focused on behind Hongsheng.Hongsheng didn't look back, and followed that Tsing Yi into the doorway of ghosts.

……

As soon as he passed the gate of hell, Nie Kongkong's legs softened and he gasped for breath.

Behind the stage, the mirage filled the air and the situation was chaotic.

Li Chan hastily untied the blue sleeves that got in the way, kept walking, and gave a low voice:
"run!"

　Thanks to the hall master who occasionally gives rewards in a daze!Thanks to GwenPullan for the rudder master!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)