No. 168, the eastern suburbs of Mianshan.

The old courtyard wall is covered with green vines, and the cypress gate under the green tile eaves is half-open and half-hidden, and through the cracks in the door, you can vaguely see several young figures pacing and practicing with flower guns.

The babbling Peking Opera singing tone is round, revealing a sense of youthfulness.

"This must be the place. ”

Duan Lanquan, who had a bearded face, looked inside with a crutch probe twice, and looked back with a happy face.

In fact, Cheng Xiaolou could vaguely hear the sound of his voice hanging in the yard from dozens of meters away, and he didn't have to guess to know that the address was correct.

"Senior brother, knock on the door. ”

Cheng Xiaolou held a fruit basket in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other, coughed lightly and straightened his waist and said.

"Hmm. ”

Duan Lanquan nodded, lowered his head and straightened his collar, took a deep breath before knocking on the door and asking respectfully, "Is Mr. Zhang at home?"

There was a babbling and singing in the courtyard, and after a few seconds, a beautiful young female voice came out and asked, "Who?"

At the same time, Cheng Xiaolou also heard a series of small footsteps from far and near.

"Crunch. ”

The footsteps approached, the cypress gate was pushed open, and a graceful and handsome girl looked at the two of them with a flower gun in her hand and asked, "Who are you, is there anything to find my grandfather?"

Grandfather?

"It turned out to be Mr. Zhang's granddaughter, and she was really handsome. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Cheng Xiaolou's eyes, and he stepped forward and replied with a polite smile: "Hello, my name is Cheng Xiaolou, this is my senior brother Duan Lanquan, and we are specially here to visit Mr. Zhang." ”

Cheng Xiaolou involuntarily exuded a special temperament cultivated by singing all year round when he spoke, and the girl who had been learning drama with her grandfather since she was a child could see at a glance that the handsome young man with red lips and white teeth in front of her was in the same line as her.

"Little fish, who's out there?"

A thick and old voice with a special charm sounded in the courtyard.

"Grandpa, it's a young disciple from two walks of life, and they said that they came to visit you on a special trip. ”

The girl who was called Xiaoyuer glanced at the flowers and fruit basket in Cheng Xiaolou's hand, and turned her head to reply.

"Let them in. ”

After a pause, Zhang Zhihuo continued.

"Hoo ......"

Hearing that the other party invited them in, Cheng Xiaolou and Duan Lanquan glanced at each other with a sharp heart, and at the same time secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come in. ”

The little fish took two steps sideways and gave way to the door.

"Thank you. ”

Cheng Xiaolou politely thanked him, and without a trace, he pushed Duan Lanquan on his back and motioned for him to go ahead.

The latter straightened up, limped in with a crutch, Cheng Xiaolou followed closely with his things, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he quickly glanced around, taking the general situation in the courtyard into his eyes.

The yard is not big, about sixty or seventy square meters, paved with bluestone floors, a begonia is planted in the right corner, and a weapon rack stands on the left, on which are placed purse guns, axes, dart flags and other weapons.

Three teenagers about the same age as him were wearing black cloth shoes and undershirts, and they were curiously looking at him and Duan Lanquan who walked in.

Under the eaves facing the courtyard gate were a mahogany chair and a square table, on which were placed a blue and white porcelain teacup and a small black wooden stick about three feet long, of which the material could not be seen.

An old man in his sixties, with meticulous hair combed, a strong and straight figure, wearing a navy blue gown, and a pair of mille-feuille shoes under his feet, was sitting on a chair with a big sword and looking at Duan Lanquan and Cheng Xiaolou who were walking towards him.

"It is worthy of being a long-term martial artist who has made a name for himself in the pear orchard line, and this bearing alone is very unattainable. ”

Cheng Xiaolou secretly praised in his heart, and his first impression of Zhang Zhihuo was very good.

Zhang Zhihuo simply sat there, and he felt a majestic aura unique to Peking Opera Wusheng rushing to his face.

Duan Lanquan, a junior disciple of Liyuan, and his junior brother Cheng Xiaolou visited Mr. Zhang. ”

Walking to a position about ten steps away from Zhang Zhihuo, Duan Lanquan held a crutch and respectfully saluted Zhang Zhihuo.

Cheng Xiaolou had something on both hands, so he could only bow his waist to show respect.

"You said that you are also disciples of Liyuan, I don't know which famous master you studied from, what is the matter with coming to me all the way?"

Zhang Zhihuo bowed slightly in return, and asked out loud after Duan Lanquan and Cheng Xiaolou straightened up.

"Our brothers and sisters used to be in the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe, and they studied opera with Wu Mantun, the master of the opera troupe, since childhood. However, more than a week ago, I was expelled from the troupe by Wu Mantun by having my right leg broken, and even the covers were burned. Today, my junior brother and I came to see you, Mr. Zhang, just to ask you to uphold justice for our brothers!"

Duan Lanquan clenched his fists tightly, his face was full of grief and indignation, and his eyes turned red as he spoke.

"Grandpa, I seem to have heard someone talk about this a few days ago, saying that there was a disciple named Duan Lanquan in the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe who committed the taboo of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors, and he was indeed burned. ”

Xiao Yu'er looked at Duan Lanquan with wide eyes, she felt that this name was a little familiar at the door just now, and when she heard him say that he was a disciple of the Taihe Spring Opera Class, she suddenly remembered that he was the one who was burned.

"It's not like that! My senior brother didn't make a mistake at all, he clashed with Wu Mantun to save me. It was Wu Mantun, the head of the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe, who violated the rules of the ancestor and secretly did dirty deeds!"

Cheng Xiaolou stepped forward to help Duan Lanquan, and at this time, he couldn't hide the shame that his predecessor was almost sold by Wu Mantun's old thing, and explained the cause and effect of the matter.

"Mr. Zhang, our brother and sister have been passed on to Wu Mantun Mun to learn drama since we were young, and since the day we entered the opera troupe, he has often added punches and kicks to us, and if we make a small mistake, we will be punished for three days and not allowed to eat, and we will be allowed to do all the hard work. Wu Mantun didn't treat us as disciples at all, but called us long-term workers on the spot. ”

"It's a well-known thing that learning drama is hard, I won't talk about this, as long as he teaches us things seriously, even if we are killed, it is worth it. However, pushing his own disciples into the fire pit with his own hands, is this what the master does?! I am lucky, I have a senior brother who desperately protects me from a disaster, but as far as I know, two senior brothers in our opera troupe who are also learning to sing Danjiao have been poisoned!"

This is not Cheng Xiaolou's nonsense, the entire Taihe Spring Opera Troupe knows that the eighth senior brother and the fifth senior brother were pushed into the fire pit by Wu Mantun himself.

The most pitiful thing is the fifth senior brother, because his heart has been completely distorted in that matter, and he can't raise the slightest interest in women at all.

"Fuck, that class master surnamed Wu is really not a thing!"

"Master, such a person is simply a disgrace to the face of the ancestor, he must be driven out of the pear orchard. ”

"That's right, which dynasty and generation are there now, that Wu Mantun actually even did such a dirty thing, even in ancient times, there were few people as shameless as him!"

After listening to Cheng Xiaolou's complaint, before Zhang Zhihuo could say anything, his three apprentices couldn't help but fight for their brothers and sisters.