"Xiaolou, don't talk nonsense with this, go up and get her!"

Duan Lanquan stared viciously at Yu Lihong, who was holding a knife in his right hand more than a dozen steps away, and said in Cheng Xiaolou's ear in a low voice.

"Forehead ......"

The latter was speechless for a moment, and always felt that his words were a little heavier, and it was inevitable that people would think about it for a while.

"Boss Cheng, don't be like Xiaohong, she is like this. ”

Tao Zhiqiu smelled that the smell of gunpowder on both sides was getting stronger and stronger, and hurriedly stood up to play a round road.

Yulihong is the only Wudan in Yulang Theater, plus she is beautiful and has a hot figure, and there are indeed many customers who like her.

And Cheng Xiaolou is a rookie in Liyuan who became popular overnight by winning the rolling drama, and all the fans who have seen the rolling drama with their own eyes are shocked and highly respected him.

For Tao Zhiqiu, the palms and backs of his hands are all meat, and he feels distressed no matter who he hurts.

"It's okay, since Sister Hong is interested, I'll play with her. Mr. Tao rest assured, we will not hurt the harmony until we order. Right, Sister Hong?"

Cheng Xiaolou waved his hand at Tao Zhiqiu disapprovingly, still maintaining a clean and bright smile on his face.

"That's not for sure, the brothers and sisters in the theater know that I have never been light or heavy, if Boss Cheng is afraid, then don't stand up at all. ”

Yu Lihong sneered noncommittally, and didn't answer his stubble at all.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth, clean up this in a while!"

Duan Lanquan gritted his teeth angrily with a crutch, if it weren't for the inconvenience of his legs and feet, he would have rushed up to do it a long time ago.

Since winning the drama that day, he has had an almost blind trust in Cheng Xiaolou, although the latter has not told him many things, and he has never taken the initiative to ask.

"Senior brother, your speech is getting rougher and rougher now, no matter how you say that you are also the second star of Yulang Theater, and you are such a delicate beauty. ”

Cheng Xiaolou patted him lightly on the shoulder and handed him a look that only the two brothers understood.

The two looked at each other, Duan Lanquan grinned and didn't speak, and took a few steps back to the side with a crutch to prepare to watch a good show.

Cheng Xiaolou walked straight to the weapon rack under the gaze of everyone, picked up a silver flower gun, looked at it, and put it down casually, and picked up a single knife next to him that was exactly the same as the one in Yu Lihong's hand.

"You use knives too?"

Yu Lihong saw that he picked up the single knife and looked at it twice, and walked over so simply, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

She heard a few days ago that when Cheng Xiaolou went to Rongchun Hall to write a war book, he fought with his second senior brother Wen Song in public on the stage, so she subconsciously thought that Cheng Xiaolou would still use a flower gun to fight her.

In the Peking Opera industry, whether it is Wusheng or Wudan and Dao Ma Dan in Danxing, there are not many people who really work on knives, and the most commonly used weapon on the stage is still a gun.

The so-called one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, even if the knife in their hand is just a prop that has not been opened, it will really hurt to cut it on the body.

Even the people in the Yulang Theater don't know that Yulihong has actually studied opera with an old Wudan since she was a child, although her master is average in opera, but her ability to play a single knife is not weak.

"Since Sister Hong uses a single sword, it is not good for me to use other weapons. ”

Cheng Xiaolou walked to Yulihong five steps away with a single knife and stood still, just standing like that.

He has been practicing martial arts since elementary school, and although he does not dare to say that he is proficient in all eighteen weapons, he can still take the most commonly used guns, knives, and swords.

"Hehe, Boss Cheng is worthy of being the only person in this Mianshan City who has dared to fight thunder for more than ten years, and he really has the courage, so today my sister will learn the kung fu of the boss of the tutorial. ”

Yu Lihong stared at Cheng Xiaolou's eyes seriously for a few seconds, and saw that he looked calm and relaxed, and he didn't look like he was joking at all, and suddenly became serious.

"All backwards!"

Tao Zhiqiu saw that the two of them were about to make a move, so he hurriedly beckoned the others to retreat to the corner of the wall to make room for Cheng Xiaolou and Yu Lihong to perform.

For fear that Yulihong's move would not be light or heavy, he couldn't help but tell him again: "Xiaohong, it's almost over, don't hurt Boss Cheng." ”

"Teacher, don't be too nervous, look at who wins or loses in this situation. ”

The pretty third sister in a moon-white dress stood next to Tao Zhiqiu prettyly, looking at Cheng Xiaolou, who was standing there with her own bearing, comforting softly with a pair of beautiful eyes looking at the chest of the horizontal knife in her right hand and her left hand behind her back.

"This Xiaohong is too nonsense, we are singing and not practicing martial arts, what kind of knife is good. ”

Tao Zhiqiu habitually helped the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, his brows were not deep or shallow, and he was obviously depressed.

In fact, he has to blame himself for this, if he hadn't wanted to try Cheng Xiaolou's skills from the beginning, he wouldn't have connived at Yu Lihong's repeated provocations.

They all opened a theater in Mianshan City, who doesn't know who, Wu Mantun has a few catties and a few taels, Tao Zhiqiu naturally knows.

Even in his opinion, Mr. Jinsheng secretly accepted Cheng Xiaolou as a closed disciple for some reason, but Mr. Jinsheng has only returned to Mianshan City for a few years?

What's more, although Mr. Jinsheng has a lot of attainments in Danxing, Tao Zhiqiu has never heard of him having real kung fu.

In Tao Zhiqiu's opinion, even if Cheng Xiaolou, who has just turned eighteen, is talented and good at singing, he is not at all the opponent of Yulihong, who has two or three strong men who can't get in, in the "fighting" of the four arts of Peking Opera.

But it was too late to say anything at this time, because the moment Yuli Hongjiao shouted "look at the knife", she walked a few steps quickly, and the single knife in her hand slashed at Cheng Xiaolou's head.

In the face of this oncoming slash, Cheng Xiaolou seemed to be stupid, and stood motionless, and everyone except Duan Lanquan was nervous at the same time.

A few young girls who were less timid even screamed in fright when they were about to slash his head with a single knife.

Yulihong saw that he didn't dodge or dodge as if she was stunned, and she herself was shocked into a cold sweat, if this knife was chopped, Cheng Xiaolou would end up bleeding at the lightest.

But the knife momentum has been used for a long time, and even if she wants to change her tactics temporarily, it will be too late.

Seeing that he was about to be stabbed open, Cheng Xiaolou suddenly staggered, and the single knife in Yulihong's hand slashed dangerously against the tip of his nose, and everyone who saw it was terrified.

"Smack!"

Yu Lihong, who slashed the air with a knife, rushed forward with inertia, Cheng Xiaolou was on the side of his body, letting her pass in front of him, and the moment the two of them staggered, his wrist was not light or heavy, and a knife slapped on Yu Lihong's upright and round buttocks.