The flower monk Lu Zhishen accompanied Li Guolou to watch the show, and asked meaningfully: "Lord Li, how is my son?" ”

"Ten thousand enemies, all of them are amazing, the Qing Dynasty is supported by you, what use do you want us military masters, this official is ashamed." Li Guolou spoke in reverse, which made people listen comfortably, thinking that they were envious of the power of Yihequan.

The heart has moved to kill, the boxer is swaggering and deceiving, waving the flag of loyalty and patriotism, his words are ignorant, and his deeds can be punished. The folk gangs of all dynasties and dynasties have made a big fuss under the banner of faith. When its momentum is achieved, there will be ambitious people who raise their arms and shout, and the sparks will burn all over China.

How could the elder rough flower monk Lu Zhishen hear the deep meaning of Li Guolou's words, laughed happily, and said loudly: "Yes, my son Lang should be a hero, how can those foreign devils be our opponents of Yihequan, as long as the court wants to use us, the next jar of people and horses will listen to Lord Li's orders." ”

"Hopefully one day." Li Guolou perfunctorily looked at the flower monk Lu Zhishen, staring at the performance on the stage, and the female generals appeared with red lights.

The sound of gongs and drums changed, and the music of Mu Guiying in the opera sounded, and the six female generals wore red headscarves, red clothes, red bloomers, and red shoes. The red cherry blossom sword hangs on the waist, walking on the beautiful and fancy steps, going around in circles on the stage, they flicker left and right, advance and retreat, suddenly obliquely insert, suddenly cross, and suddenly wave the red order flag, as if fighting in the battle array. Suddenly, he pulled out his sword and danced a few sword dances, which made people dizzy, thinking about what was wrong, and being troubled by the color.

The six Hua Mulan not only acted fancy, but also sang opera: "The red light shines on the red light, the red light shines in the city of Tianjin, and He Xiangu incarnates the red lantern." At night, the red light rises to illuminate our red light. He Xiangu guided the red light, and the red Qing Dynasty shone for thousands of years. He Xiangu guides the red light, and the red Qing Dynasty shines for thousands of years······"

After singing the song, there was only a masked fairy girl left on the stage, with a plump body, palms folded, and a lantern hanging in the air in front of the stage. That is the red light shining on He Xiangu, known as the boundless immortal of mana.

He Xiangu chanted a spell in her mouth, and the lantern kept swimming in front of the stage. It's breathtaking, it's still daytime, the red lanterns aren't lit, and what a spectacle it would be at night. The mana is boundless, He Xiangu can control the lantern in mid-air, the spell is boundless, and she has the ability to soar the clouds and control the fog.

"He Xiangu, can you fly?" The people under the stage are no longer satisfied with watching a lantern swimming, they have high requirements, and they want to see He Xiangu's ability to ride the clouds and fog.

"Hey, this won't be until the evening, and He Xiangu can fly into the sky, don't be blind if you don't understand." The Boxers of Boxer said the true meaning, the time is not right, how can they mess up.

Li Guolou didn't look at the red lantern floating in the sky, but wanted to shine the song with the red lantern at the right time, worshipping the gods and superstitious songs, and it would eventually turn sour. The Yihequan expounded the idea of assisting the Qing Dynasty, burning churches and killing foreigners, and did not dare to publicize it publicly. A fake foreign devil like him is also eradicated by Yihequan. The flower monk Lu Zhishen next to him wanted his life in his heart, and now he is deep in the tiger's den, surrounded by hidden enemies.

A fairy wind dao bone Taoist priest, holding a whisk, said loudly: "Mortal eyes can still see the red lantern moving, but if you look with your heart, you can see that He Xiangu's real body has been attached to the red lantern, it depends on whether this person has a Buddha fate." ”

"Where, why didn't I see it?"

"Then I saw it, and it was above the red lantern."

"yes, yes! That is He Xiangu. ”

"I saw it too!" More and more people claimed to have seen He Xiangu floating in the air, and He Xiangu was just a physical body standing on the stage.

"Why haven't I seen it?" There are always people who are stubborn, seeing is believing.

"Stupid, look hard, you lack eyes." Someone secretly reminded that the mystery must not be broken.

"Oh!" The scolded person gasped, as if an infinitely changing figure flashed in his eyes, pointed to the air, and said in surprise: "I also saw it, He Xiangu is so beautiful." ”

"Hahahaha!" The crowd erupted in laughter, and they all opened up the eyes of the sky, and watched the fairies dance in the air together, and even the children clapped and laughed, feeling the immersive fun.

"Master Li, have you seen it?" The flower monk Lu Zhishen poked out a big head and looked at Li Guolou beside him, the expression on his face was so real and touching.

"Hehe, sincerity is spirituality. Monk Hua, you eat meat, drink wine, and your wife and children are hot on the kang, how hard will this hard qigong be? Li Guolou squinted, and he obeyed the reason of the sedan chair, but he couldn't let him open his eyes and say nonsense, he still understood the truth of "emperor's clothes".

"Master Li, if you don't believe me, I can let you punch three times." The flower monk Lu Zhishen saw that the red light of the outside household was taking advantage of He Xiangu, and he won the hearts of the people with his preaching on the territory, and he was dissatisfied and wanted to regain his ground. It's okay to let Li Guolou punch three times, he is a real kung fu master.

"I believe that there is so much fat on the stomach that it can withstand a vigorous beating. But if you can punch me in the face, I'll bow to you. Li Guolou glanced at it, this kind of hard kung fu is just a few cover doors, and it is a foreign kung fu with rough skin and thick meat.

"Haha! Master Lee is really joking. "The flower monk Lu Zhishen didn't dare to find Li Guolou's bad luck, and his kung fu had not yet been practiced to the door. It's a pity that when he was young, he didn't withstand the temptation of women and broke the body of a child. If you weren't close to women at the beginning, you will definitely be able to show your iron head skills.

On the stage, He Xiangu couldn't play any other tricks, so she retracted the red lantern floating in the air with a spell, ending the sermon. Holding the red lantern with one hand, he circled around the stage twice, lighting up with a sassy posture, as if Mulan had returned triumphantly. This time, the applause from the audience was sparse, and I didn't have much carelessness after watching it for a long time.

He Xiangu said coquettishly: "Fathers and fellow villagers, my apprentice will perform light skills next!" Give a round of applause! ”

"Oh······" The crowd went crazy, two delicate and beautiful young women, their faces had not yet taken off their greenness, a red makeup, and a graceful posture, walked onto the stage and circled. Pose in a variety of unbelievable shapes and stretch a weak and boneless body.

This is a kind of children's work, and it is also a kind of soft gymnastics, and only when you learn it from a young age can you do this kind of unbelievable movement. This is the case of the little girl in the circus juggling team, it is not easy to learn this kind of cartilage skill, and she has to be tortured inhumanely. Li Guolou knew at a glance that the so-called He Xiangu had all the skills, and he must have learned it in the circus juggling team. The people in the village are shallow, like He Xiangu, they can only do touring performances in the countryside, if they go to the Jingshi flyover to perform, the spectators are only monkey lizi, and watch the children get off the stage. It's still a little girl who is popular, and eye-catching beauties are born for the stage.

A smell of fat powder came to his nose, Li Guolou touched his nose, turned his head to look at the old woman "He Xiangu" who walked into his sight, and He Xiangu approached with big hands and feet, which made Li Guolou's face change, he was not close to the reactionaries, and the old woman was strictly guarded.

The red light shines on He Xiangu is quite interested in Li Guolou, and she has heard of her name for a long time, although she is masked, but people with discerning eyes can see that her peach blossoms are fascinating. She said in a coquettish voice: "Master Li, why did you come to the poor countryside to see me? ”

Li Guolou Zheng'er said: "He Xiangu, you misunderstood, I came to see the master Hua monk Lu Zhishen, I only dare to be fascinated by the fairy, and I dare not have a little blasphemy." ”

"Giggles! Master Li is really a master of pollen and butterflies, which girl do you like? He Xiangu's breasts trembled, staring at Li Guolou obscenely, she has an unknown side, hiding her identity, so that she can't show her true face.

Li Guolou raised his eyes and glanced at the two little girls on the stage, he had never won a duel between soul and desire, and he had been calculated by a woman a few times, so he was cautious. smiled awkwardly and said, "He Xiangu, Tong Zigong can't be broken." Monk Hua is only one step away from completing his merits, and the official has long cultivated himself, worried about the country and the people, and learned from the righteous and boxers. ”

"That's a shame." He Xiangu saw that Li Guolou rejected her kindness, so she didn't extend the topic.

"He Xiangu, don't you hate foreigners? The fishing line is imported. Li Guolou debunked He Xiangu's immortal path and didn't save face for her.

"Ahh He Xiangu coughed coquettishly, ashamed, but fortunately there was a veil to cover her face, and no one could see that her face was red and dry. Fame has never been seen through, and I never thought that I would meet a master in the backwoods.

Women can play scoundrels, and He Xiangu still quibbled to herself: "Master Li, you can eat nonsense, but you can't talk nonsense." I learned from my mother in Tianshan, and I also learned from me from the red light. ”

Li Guolou touched his chin and replied: "He Xiangu, it's funny that you pull the vermilion lantern, I also know her old bottom, you didn't expect it." ”

Now He Xiangu can't hold face, and now the Yihe Fist is divided into different altars, fighting for itself, and using the countryside as the soil for survival. Relying on the unique conditions of women, relying on mythology, she has a lot of colors to use, and she travels among the people and horses of various altars, and will win the love of the villagers than other horses, and the Gyeonggi region is unique and enjoys the enthusiasm of the villagers. You can capsize in the gutter. Facing the arrow, Fang Xian is a heroine.

"Master Li, I also know your old story, do you want me to sing it." He Xiangu gritted her teeth and glared at Li Guolou, breaking the jar and breaking it, to see who would be soft first?

"Horse cake, reward He Xiangu with a silver ingot." Li Guolou turned around and left, left the land of right and wrong early, hooked up with the Boxers, called brothers and sisters, and sooner or later they would eat noodles.

Ma Dequan took out a piece of silver and handed it to He Xiangu, and said, "He Xiangu, congratulations on finding Lord Li's weakness." After saying that, Ma Dequan and a few other personal guards, behind Li Guolou, left the theater, this is not a place to stay for a long time, in case of a verbal conflict, it is not known if he dies here, it is better to leave the crowded place as soon as possible.

He Xiangu "giggled" and laughed, arrogantly raised the silver ingot, and walked around the stage in a charming style. Let the people in the field see clearly, the official only gave her a heavy reward, and she won the first place in today's field.

Li Guolou got into the carriage and looked back, the gongs and drums in the noisy Guandi Temple were noisy, and the boxer stadium was very lively. The one who wins the hearts of the people wins the world, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, is a Mingjiao, relying on the Red Turban Army to start, the world's heroes act with faith, and then Zhu Yuanzhang examines moderation, abandons the original faith, and establishes a dictatorship. The Boxer also operates in this trajectory, spreading all over the world, and there will always be a few heroes who have the world's toiling masses in their hearts. How should he deal with these civil society groups, whether he will sit idly by, or falsely accuse and slander Righteous and Fist with bad intentions. But who would believe him? The local government turned a blind eye and let these patriotic militia forces run wild. There are foreign mothers-in-law in the family, and they all believe in Catholicism, and they are the enemies of the Boxers.

"Hey!" Li Guolou thought that these people were all rural people, and they really couldn't be ruthless, and now they are mainly focusing on developing and strengthening themselves, and they don't have the energy to take care of local armed forces. Harmony is precious, and when it is already in power, there is no need to worry about those belongings of mud legs, so he will not practice invulnerable martial arts and spend his energy on the right path.