On the stage, the half-sized children who turned their heads with the gongs and drums turned their heads one by one and returned to the backstage, and the gongs and drums first rested for a while, and then beat again in a gentle rhythm.

Old opera fans who often go to the theater to listen to the opera all know that this is the rhythm of the church meeting to officially begin, and the crowd gradually quieted down, looking at the stage quietly waiting for the opening.

The rhythm of the gongs and drums slowly increased, and the curtain on the left side of the stage was gently raised from behind, and Xiao Lanyu and An Tiankui both silently counted the rhythm of the drums and prepared to take the stage.

"It's all ready, follow the knife for a while, don't fall off the beat like last time. ”

An Tiankui, who was dressed as a martial artist, glanced at the few people behind him who were in charge of the cross-knife, lowered his voice and finally reminded.

"Don't worry, I promise that I won't miss the beat this time. ”

Someone whispered back, already picking up props and preparing to play.

Everyone who played Penglai Immortal was in good spirits, An Tiankui and Xiao Lanyu were already the pillars of the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe, and they could barely be regarded as small horns in Mianshan City, but not everyone was qualified to give them a cross-knife role.

And since the first performance of Penglai Xian, the attendance rate has always been very good, and everyone can get a good silver seal for each performance, so they naturally hold An Tiankui even more.

"Ready!"

Huqin, the person who is in charge of lifting the curtain has already picked up the curtain with half a thin bamboo pole.

But at this moment, the drum beat suddenly stopped, along with the huqin and other music.

"Look, who are those two? Wearing pheasant feathers and holding flower guns, they don't look like they're here to watch a show. ”

I don't know who shouted, and the whole theater became lively with a bang, and everyone turned their heads to look at the two people who walked towards the stage step by step along the aisle in front of the stage.

Cheng Xiaolou was dressed in a moon-white robe, wearing a pheasant feather on his head, and holding a flower gun in his hand, Duan Lanquan was limping with a crutch. No matter how you look at it, the two of them really don't look like they've come to watch a show.

The musician in charge of the drummer on the stage recognized Cheng Xiaolou and Duan Lanquan at a glance, and because of this, he was distracted for a moment and forgot to drop the drum stick in his hand.

"Which theater troupe is the person who wears Lingzi, and he is really handsome. ”

"At first glance, it is a singing horn, wearing a pheasant and holding a flower gun, this is the posture of a sword and a horse. ”

"Seeing that Penglai Immortal is about to start, it comes out at this time, and it is clearly going to smash the field. ”

"Rong Chuntang, this is offending people, hey! ”

……

As Cheng Xiaolou and Duan Lanquan approached the stage step by step, the surrounding fans slowly quieted down after the lively discussion, and everyone looked at the two of them.

"Senior brother, let's play Dafa now. ”

Being stared at by six or seven hundred people at the same time, Duan Lanquan felt that he would not be able to leave, and his heart was pounding uncontrollably, as if he was about to jump out of his throat in the next second.

"Don't panic, I know it!"

Cheng Xiaolou's left hand holding his arm secretly pinched hard, his eyes did not squint, and his steps were still not impatient.

He had expected this situation in front of him, and it was exactly what he wanted.

If he didn't put the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe and Wu Mantun on the wall, he was really worried that the other party would not agree to the play.

An Tiankui, who was already about to appear on the stage, saw that he had carefully prepared a play, and he was delayed like this, and he was so angry in his heart.

Not to mention anything else, the face mask alone was depicted for more than half an hour.

"What do Duan Lanquan and Xiao Jiu want to do?

An Tiankui was so angry that he wanted to rush over immediately and kick the two out one by one.

But he didn't dare to do that, so he could only stare and watch from behind.

At this time, if you rush to the stage, it will be an impostor, which is a big taboo!

"I'm sorry to disturb everyone's Yaxing, our brothers are here to compensate you first. ”

When there were still more than ten steps away from the one-person-high stage, Cheng Xiaolou stopped and turned around and saluted everyone with a fist with a flower gun, bowed slightly and apologized first.

After a pause, he then said aloud: "My name is Cheng Xiaolou, this is my senior brother Duan Lanquan, we used to be from this Taihe Spring Opera Troupe, and the boss of An Tian Kuian, who sang Penglai Immortal, is our senior brother. ”

"It turned out to be the same junior brother of Boss Xiao An. ”

"Why didn't I know that the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe still had such a handsome Dan'er?"

"Is this the rhythm of cannibalism? ”

As soon as I heard him say that he was An Tiankui's fellow disciple, the audience suddenly became lively again.

"Damn! What the hell does this kid want to do! What are you guys doing in a daze, hurry up and ask the master. ”

An Tiankui was anxious and angry, but there were still six or seven hundred spectators outside, he could only watch and couldn't do anything.

"As you must have seen, my brother's right leg is broken. But do you know who broke his leg, and who ordered it, and why did he do it?"

As Cheng Xiaolou asked more and more questions, the scene was quiet again.

Some of the quick-witted people had even guessed what they were here for.

"Who of you would have thought that his leg was forcibly broken by our second senior brother Wen Song! And the person who gave the order was the head of the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe, our master who only knew how to hide filth and dirt, exterminate human nature, pigs and dogs were inferior, and personally pushed his disciples into the fire pit to make black money, Wu Mantun!"

Cheng Xiaolou clenched his fists tightly, even if he hadn't personally experienced the scene of being drugged by his own master, given to a fat man with a fat brain, tied like a dog, and almost being humiliated by the backyard. But he had all the memories of that night in his head, and every detail was clear.

Every time he opened that memory these days, he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body, his scalp tingled, and he was afraid for a while.

If it wasn't illegal to kill someone, he would have shot the beast to death.

Without giving the audience a chance to react and discuss, Cheng Xiaolou then took out the pre-written challenge letter from his arms and held it high.

"According to the rules of our pear orchard line, I, Cheng Xiaolou, are under the witness of you at this time, seven days later, it will still be this place, or this point, I will fight with Wu Mantun, the master of the Taihe Spring Opera Troupe!"

"Even if blood is splashed on the stage, I have to seek justice for myself and my senior brother!"

Cheng Xiaolou said the last words hoarsely, and with a flip of his wrist, he shot the challenge book in his hand on the square table used as a prop in the middle of the stage.

The audience was silent at first, and then it boiled.

Especially as soon as the four words "Rolling Drama and Fighting" came out, even those fifty or sixty-year-old fans stood up excitedly, their eyes full of shock.