In the light market, there are opera troupes singing on stage.

In this bizarre world, on that stage, the gorgeous performance, like a heavenly immortal, is real but seems to be a little elusive.

Yi Yaya's singing voice is a local repertoire that is widely spread in Zhejiang.

Later generations called this kind of singing as Yue Opera.

Among them, what impressed Lu Heng the most was the excerpt from Dream of Red Mansions in Yue Opera.

Until this time, Lu Heng was still familiar with Brother Nabao's singing of Sister Lin.

However, what is being sung on the stage now has nothing to do with Dream of Red Mansions, but the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

When they came out, Monk Fahai and Agui moved a lot of small benches. So, everyone carried a small bench, found a place in the crowd, wore thick cotton jackets, and admired the unique entertainment of this world.

Lu Heng asked Kong Kanglian for a few taels of silver, and then bought some snacks and gave them to Liu Qingqing. A group of people sat there, eating and watching the play.

On the stage, the actors worked hard and sang beautifully.

On the stage, there were many cheers. Some fans of the theater also sang along.

It's just that Lu Heng is watching a play. And at the front of the crowd, some people turned their heads and looked at them, well, to be precise, they looked at Liu Qingqing and the women sitting next to Lu Heng.

Ah Gui had a keen sense, and for the first time he saw the boy who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had oily hair and powdery face, he kept turning his head to look. Originally, with Agui's ability, he could fly leaves and hurt people. Kill that guy directly. But after experiencing the incident in the underground of Tokyo, Agui's heart is much calmer, and when he encounters things, he is not as impulsive as before. I learned to weigh the pros and cons.

This transformation brought about a leap in martial arts. Monk Fahai said with a smile that today's Agui, if you talk about martial arts alone, I am afraid that she is really invincible in the world.

Therefore, after seeing the boy's eyes greedily glancing at his wife, Ah Gui did not immediately make a move. After thinking about it, he decided to ask Lu Heng's opinion first before making a plan.

When Lu Heng heard this, he just smiled. Then he apologized to Liu Qingqing and the girls.

Everyone picked up the small bench and left the venue with a sigh of relief.

It's just that the sky doesn't follow people's wishes. Lu Heng wanted to calm things down, but the person came to the door instead.

After Lu Heng and the others left the venue, the son-in-law who was sitting in the front row also left the venue with his servants.

Subsequently, the two sides met unexpectedly outside the town.

Brother Gongzi not only brought more than a dozen family members, but also brought some fierce and vicious ruffians and hooligans. Looking at the posture, it seems that he is ready to shoot.

After Kong Kanglian saw this group of people, her first reaction was not to run away, but to hold the money bag on her waist tightly. A miser. Lu Heng glanced at him in surprise, then smiled slightly, and set his eyes on the front.

The night wind blew, and Brother Gongzi's black hair was very flowing.

"How much do these women cost?" Brother Gongzi stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Qingqing and the girls, picked his teeth, and asked with a lustful soul.

Ah Gui snorted coldly, and was about to step forward to teach this group of waste materials who had no brains and lack eyesight.

Someone is faster than him, though.

Monk Fahai sighed compassionately, and folded his hands after reciting a Buddha name. Then he moved away from the meditation step and walked forward alone.

Afterwards, a group of people sat on the stump on the side of the road, waiting for the debut of the monk Guanhai to perform his kung fu.

However, a monk is a monk after all, and the monks are compassionate, and it is not his style to fight and kill.

In the crowd first joking, then puzzled, and finally turned into a stunned look.

Monk Fahai went from being pushed to painstakingly persuaded. In the end, the oily-haired and powder-faced boy actually cried bitterly, knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes, kowtowed violently, and begged Monk Fahai to accept him as an apprentice.

Behind them, Lu Heng and the others were all shocked.

Turn your head and look at each other. Thinking of Monk Fahai, this is simply a means against the sky. I couldn't agree on one word in my heart: demon monk.

Then, Monk Fahai waved his hand and turned to leave.

Behind him, the son-in-law, with his family, kowtowed to Monk Fahai with great piety.

waited for the monk's back to disappear into the night before crying and leaving.

"What did you tell them?" Lu Heng held his chin with his hand to prevent it from falling. Surprised, he asked.

"Scare, comfort, reclaim!" Monk Fahai raised his fist, put it on his lips, and coughed lightly. He said a sentence concisely and lightly, and as he spoke, his expression was light, and his momentum was undoubtedly revealed.

"Can the master say it explicitly?" In comparison, Kong Kanglian was even more impressed by Monk Fahai's methods. If you learn these methods yourself, you will be blessed with the students who have learned too much in the future.

"It's easy!" Monk Fahai put his hands behind his back, and after walking slowly for a few steps, he said lightly: "I told them: we are secret agents of the imperial court, specializing in supervising local officials, and we have the privilege of cutting first and then playing. Now, you are known to us for molesting women, and tomorrow will be the day when your family will lose their heads! ”

"The man believed?" Ah Gui rubbed his nose and asked curiously. It seems like this, how can you listen to it a little idiot.

"Of course I don't believe it!" Monk Fahai pursed his lips and glanced at Ah Gui with disdain, as if he was looking at an imbecile child.

"I've got this!" Monk Fahai lifted his robe. A golden sword was taken out of it.

"This is the ......" Lu Heng's eyes froze, staring at the sword in Fahai's hand, and said in surprise: "This is Shang Fang's sword!" Where are you from? ”

Fahai smiled and pointed to the north.

But everyone was still confused, and looked at Fahai in amazement.

"When I first went to the toilet, I got it from the theater troupe!" Fahai rubbed his nose and smiled.

"Damn!" Everyone was speechless, and their heads were full of black lines.

I sighed for the shamelessness of this hypocritical monk, and I also felt sad for those few unladylike gentlemen.

"But it's still the same as the real thing?"

Lu Heng took the fake Shang Fang sword, looked at it for a moment, and exclaimed in surprise.

He had seen Shang Fang's sword in the emperor's chamber before. From the outside, it looks the same as the one in my hand.

"And then?" Lu Heng fumbled with the Shang Fang sword in his hand, which was enough to confuse the truth, and asked Fa Haidao: "This is a scare, and then what?" ”

Fahai smiled proudly: "Then, the poor monk told them. The poor monks have a way to get them through this catastrophe! ”

"What's the method?" Agui interjected curiously.

"It's easy!" After Monk Fahai laughed, he folded his hands and solemnly recited the Buddha's name: "Go to Wutai Mountain to be a monk, and the poor monk will ensure that he is safe." If not, the poor monk will kill him now! Do the right thing for heaven! ”

Everyone was immediately petrified: "......"

Hearing this, Ah Gui shuddered as he held the hilt of his sword.

With a bang, the long sword was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed on the blade.

"Hey, this sword!" Kong Kanglian's eyes widened suddenly, pointing at the unsheathed sword in Ah Gui's hand, and she stammered and couldn't speak.

"Sword, what's wrong with the sword?" Ah Gui looked backhanded, raised his head to look at the housekeeper, and wondered. That's right, it's still that one.

"The sword is real!" Lu Heng smiled bitterly, raised his head and glanced at the Shang Fang sword, shook his head and sighed, "This is really a Shang Fang sword!" ”

Monk Fahai was stunned for a moment, trembled in his hand, and dropped Shang Fang's sword, which was regarded as a holy object by the world, to the ground with a bang.

On the side, Ah Gui turned his head and stared at Kong Kanglian, who looked a little unnatural, and sneered.

……

Rewind time an hour ago,......

In the dimly lit theater.

On the stage, the actors with heavy makeup sang hard. The audience applauded and cheered again and again, and it was extremely lively.

It's just that......

Behind the stage curtain, a pair of bright eyes, through the curtain, aimed at Kong Kanglian's body under the stage.

Under the stage, Kong Kanglian was sitting in danger.

Then, after Kong Kanglian saw the curtain shake slightly, her face instantly became serious. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced to his side.

Then, the slit in the curtain closed. Nightingale, disguised as a martial artist, slowly exited the stage.

And at this moment, Monk Fahai, who was already impatient with the swingers in the front row, stretched out his arms, hugged his big belly, whispered to Lu Heng, stood up, and walked towards the toilet.

Going to the toilet is fake, but Monk Fahai saw the fake Shang Fang sword in the hand of the actor who played the emperor on the stage just now.

Along the way, Monk Fahai took advantage of the night to sneak into the backstage of the troupe. took advantage of the actors' inattention, and took away the props that were put aside.

It's just that after he left, the wardrobe where the costume was hung was removed, and the martial artist, who was thin and small, but his eyes were shining, slowly walked out from behind the closet.

Looking at the door curtain that was blown by the wind, he smiled slightly. After Wu Sheng casually took off the costume on his body, he threw the costume aside, turned around and walked out of the stage.

……

The night was cold, and the bright moon hung in the dark blue night like a jade plate. The beautiful moonlight is sprinkled on the world.

In the distance, the stage is like a mirage in the night sea, exuding a blurry brilliance, as if it were real and illusory.

The sound of singing echoed in the air, accompanied by the cheers of the fans, and came with the wind.

Lu Heng's face was as calm as ever, and he lowered his head and glanced at Shang Fang's sword that fell to the ground. He smiled slightly, squatted down, and reached out to pick up Shang Fang's sword.

With a soft sigh, he reached out and plucked the grass from the sword.

Then, holding the sword in both hands, he walked in front of Kong Kangliang.

With a calm smile in his eyes, he looked at Kong Kanglian. The sword was presented to him.

Kong Kanglian's face changed, and after taking a step back, she looked at Lu Heng in confusion, and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Lu, who are you?" ”

Lu Heng smiled, shook his head, slowly stepped forward, glanced at Kong Kanglian, who was at a loss, and generously stuffed Shang Fang's sword into Kong Kanglian's arms. Then, after reaching out and patting him on the shoulder, she smiled at him and turned away.

"Agui, let's go!"