Facing a mighty little woodcutter, Xiao Xiaohan immediately stepped forward and clasped his fists, and shouted:

"Luck, luck!"

Unexpectedly, the black-faced woodcutter boy glared at the big eyes and yelled at Xiao Han:

"You, you, you, what are you hairy? Neither male nor female, like a goblin. Don't get out of here!"

Xiao Xiaohan was already very interested in this seemingly extraordinary boy, and when he saw the oak tree broken at his feet, he wanted to find out, so he grinned and said:

"Little brother, I'm an entertainer, and I'm a playmaker, so it's inevitable that my makeup will be ugly, because I'm playing the harlequin, haha. It's just because I heard your roar, why did this big tree break? Was it broken by a thunderbolt from the sky?"

When the rough little woodcutter heard this, what kind of words did this tree that I broke obviously become broken by lightning? Isn't it underestimating the deity?

"Clown, if you don't believe that this rotten tree was kicked off by someone, then I'll just kick and break it again, you look at it!"

The little woodcutter pointed to another thicker oak tree, and was about to get up, but was stopped by Xiao Xiaohan with a shake of his hand, because after hearing what the other party said, he knew that the giant tree was kicked and broken by him, and he admired it in his heart, so he smiled at him and said:

"It's inevitable that friends will make a joke when they meet, and I believe that this big tree was cut off by you. But can you tell me that this iron-legged kung fu of yours is your own inheritance or is it taught by a master?"

The little woodcutter's eyes glared again, seeing his appearance, Xiao Xiaohan suddenly remembered a person, who was a big hero in history 1,700 years ago, Zhang Yide, who had leopard eyes and beards, if "Longboard Slope" was staged, let this one play that fierce Zhang Fei would not need to put makeup on him after attaching a pair of beards. Hearing this, the young man asked:

Since you admit that I broke the tree with one kick, I can also tell you why you kicked the tree. It was because when I was chopping wood, I found that a snitch was falling on that tree, and I hated snitches the most in my life, and my father died at the hands of snitches back then. That's why I kicked the big oak tree off and tried to kill the snitch......"

"But the snitch ran away, didn't he?" Xiao Xiaohan remembered that when the big tree fell, he saw two black shadows flying over the trees.

"Hmph! If you can run, the monks can't run away from the temple, and I will kill them when I see them again!"

Xiao Xiaohan remembered the title he had just reported: Li Yuanba, is this person really called Li Yuanba? Isn't that the name of the younger brother of Tang Taizong in the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties a thousand years ago? Because of his infinite strength, he is known as hating the sky and hating the earth. No one in the Hereafter will dare to call him by his name. But how dare the young woodcutter in front of him call him Li Yuanba?

"Little brother, forgive me for asking you, is your name Li Yuanba?"

The little woodcutter glared at him again and asked:

"What's the matter, although I'm not the Li Yuanba of the year, but I just want to refine the peerless miracle of hating the sky and hating the earth, is there anything wrong?"

"Nothing wrong, nothing wrong. Xiao Han said with a smile, "I admire my brother's miraculous skills very much, so I asked you if you voted for which master's name, and if you have fate, I will be good."

Go to the masters, learn a little bit of exercises, and avoid being bullied by others. Haha!"

"Do you dare to ask my master? What exercises do you want to learn just because you look like a dog? I see that you are angry, and you still don't give me a go! I said that I saw the snitch fall on the tree before I cut this tree in anger, first, because I hate the snitch, and second, I see you singing through here, wouldn't it be a pity if you let the snitch take those beautiful chicks? So I also give you a warning and tell you to be more careful. You are still grinding with me here, affecting my firewood business, and my family is still waiting to sell this load of firewood to buy rice. Do you want Master Ben to kick you in the stomach too? Get out!"

Xiao Xiaohan thought to himself, he met a guy who ate raw rice today, and felt that nothing would come of it to him if he said anything, so he hugged his fists and said goodbye to him.

Xiao Han had just stepped on the horse, and before he could whip it, he heard the little woodcutter shouting:

"Hey, out of the valley is our town of Fusang, if you're singing in town, I'm going to see it—"

Xiao Xiaohan didn't answer, just waved at him.

The chief of staff of You Zhendong, who was riding a horse in front, had also noticed that there were suspicious people flying in the air following, and it was expected that those people must be the members of the Jade Belt Party, so when the team walked down the valley, he saw a market town five miles ahead, so he gave instructions to everyone in the troupe:

Settle down in that market town and put on a big show there tonight.

Just as Xiao Xiaohan caught up from behind, he listened to the order of the class master, and couldn't help but think of the strong man Xiaoqiaofu who claimed to be Li Yuanba, and the young man lived in the market town in front, which was called Fusang Town, and it seemed that he could meet him again.

Soon, the troupe and his party arrived in Fusang Town, entered the town, found an inn to live in, and the head of the troupe, You Zhendong, went to the mayor to discuss the evening performance.

This is a small town with only more than 1,000 households, but in the middle of this deep mountain and old forest, it can also be described as a lively market. The people in the town are simple, every family lives and works in peace and contentment, but they are isolated from the world, and they have rarely heard of the world.

There is a small stage in the town, because occasionally some folk artists come to perform, so they improvise a clay platform and lay wooden planks on it, which can be regarded as a stage.

As soon as night fell, the pillars around the small earthen platform were lit with torches, which were a kind of earthen torches, and the wooden sticks were wrapped with old cotton wool, and the cotton wool was wrapped in wild boar fat, which was lit with a fire sickle, and the smoke was bright and bright, and the smoke vapor steamed up with the bright light, and the field was filled with a strong smell of barbecue.

With the sound of three gongs, everyone on the field quieted down, and You Zhendong, the head of the Huzhou Opera Troupe, walked to the front stage, hugged his fists and saluted the audience, and said:

"Fellow villagers, old and young masters, aunts, brothers and sisters, good evening, hello to you! We are the Huzhou Opera Troupe, a small performance team that goes to the field to perform, and we have come to perform in your place. As the saying goes, rely on your parents at home and rely on your friends when you go out, and I hope everyone will cheer more. If you are happy to see it, please give us a round of applause and we will be satisfied, thank you!"

As soon as the class owner finished speaking, the audience applauded, and Xiao Xiaohan, who was responsible for striking the gong on the stage, finally found out the performance in the audience when everyone applauded

The most active one is the burly little woodcutter who reported Li Yuanba on the mountain. Because there was no light in the audience, it was pitch black under the stage, and only crowds could be seen in the darkness, only when everyone cheered and applauded, Fang could vaguely see the figure shaking, because the little woodcutter was tall, one head taller than everyone else, so that Xiao Xiaohan could see where he was standing.

Xiao Xiaohan planned to find the little woodcutter to talk to him in the interval between the performance or after the performance, especially since he had said that he hated those "snitches", and those snitches were most likely the Jade Belt Party members. And in order to warn the troupe of the danger that there is danger, he kicked off a big tree as a warning, and from this point of view, he has to thank people.

But Xiao Xiaohan has a task on his body, that is, he is responsible for striking the gong, and he can't step down for a while.

Since they are a pseudo-troupe, there are only six beautiful women acting as actors, and there is no band. Fortunately, the people in this mountain have never seen a formal troupe or theater performance, so they have no sense of whether there is a band or not, as long as they can see a beautiful woman or a handsome guy on the stage, they will be satisfied.

In the past few years, those who can come to this poor mountain and remote place to perform are also some irregular wild artists, some play magic tricks, some perform dogs pulling carts and golden monkeys, some juggle and sell fake medicines, and the more formal performances are none other than a three-stringed drum and a small drum singing and playing drum books.

Therefore, the head of the class, Mr. You, prepared a gong for Xiao Xiaohan, and asked him to hit a few gongs before and after the scene, or at the critical moment of the performance, so as to raise the vibration with the sound of the gong and attract the attention of the audience, so as not to chill the scene.

Seeing Xiao Xiaohan's stupid appearance in makeup, and holding a gong, You Xiaojing, who was dressed as a man, couldn't help but smile secretly. The reason for this is because the six little beauties always look at the little girl, seem to have hooked up, and have a strong sense of jealousy in their hearts, and they always want to take revenge on him to be happy.

It was Zheng Jinshuang Xiaolang Niu who came to the front desk to report to the audience, with a crisp and loud voice, and the first program was a duet for girls.

Before the singers could get on stage, there was applause from below, and Xiao Xiaohan struck the gong three times in a timely manner.

At this time, a little beauty walked out from both sides of the earth platform, it was the little tiger tooth Yang Xincao and the squeamish Wu Xiaojiao, without listening to the song, just with the small appearance of these two beautiful actresses who were as beautiful as fairies, they attracted a cheer from everyone in the audience, and after the applause was like thunder, I heard the two Jiao on the stage singing in duet:

The crescent moon didn't come out in the first watch, and the sable beauty walked down the stairs, kneeling in the dust tremblingly.

Burn the incense, worship the moon, burn the incense, worship the moon, for our kindness and love-

This is a piece of singing, as soon as the end of the song ended, there were cheers and thunderous applause below, until Xiao Xiaohan rang three gongs again to suppress the noise of everyone.

The field is singing again:

In the second watch, the crescent moon is out of the east, and the Wagang number is called Luo Cheng, and the next little three is named Shan Yingying.

Miss Shan is a lover, why is Miss Shan a lover, so she has lovesickness and illness-

The two little beauties on the stage were fashion models from DreamWorks, so they sang and danced on stage, and also walked the T-shaped catwalk dance steps of models......

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