At night, the lights in the room had been turned off, Hua Twelve got up from the kang, he hadn't absorbed the Xuanwu Gang for a few days, and he planned to find a quiet place to practice.

When he got down to the ground and put on his shoes, a row of bald heads on the floor behind him were raised, and one by one he looked at him from behind.

"Senior brother, where are you going?"

It was Xiaoshi who asked the question, and this girl was not convinced at first, but after two calls, the senior brother called it very smoothly.

"Where do I have to explain to you?"

Hua Twelve turned around and brushed it, and the row of heads and melon seeds behind him were all retracted into the quilt, leaving only small stones with a sneering face.

"Isn't it good for my senior brother, it's very cold outside today, the white-haired wind is so rolled, and the pee can be formed into an ice skate on the bull's eye, and the senior brother wants to be convenient, just use the urine bucket in our house!"

Hua Twelve didn't bother to pay attention to him: "I can't sleep, go out for a walk!" After saying that, he opened the door and left.

As soon as he left, a row of bald skulls came out of the bed again, and the little leper's eyes rolled, and he suddenly spoke:

"It's not about running, is it?"

After speaking, he had to get up: "No, I have to take a look!" ”

Forbidden city.

The last emperor only moved out of here last month, and the Ming and Qing Forbidden City at this time, except for a few eunuchs who stayed behind, there was no one else, and it was definitely a good place to cultivate.

Hua Twelve on the top of the main hall of the Qianqing Palace, reciting the mantra, stepping on the gang, reciting the ditch stars, absorbing the Xuanwu Gang, on the sky, from the direction of the Big Dipper star cluster, shot down a cold light, directly poured into the body of Hua Twelve.

Gang entered the body, Hua Twelve immediately used the Shengang in his body to refine and absorb, and at this time, there was an ethereal and dusty meaning on his body, as if in the next second, he would rush to the moon and soar.

Shaoqing's artistic conception slowly dissipated, and Hua Twelve returned to its original appearance.

Interestingly, when Hua Twelve absorbed the Xuanwu Gangsha, on the dougong of the Xinuan Pavilion not far from the Qianqing Palace, a weasel was worshipping the moon in the sky.

When Gang Sha fell, he startled the yellow skin, and his mung bean's big eyes stared directly at the figure in the Qianqing Palace.

Hua Twelve's eyesight is outstanding, he can see clearly, he is also the first time to see the yellow skin worship the moon, feel fresh, at this time after the practice is completed, see the hunting heart is happy, step on the foot, the whole person will be like a fragrance stepping on the moon, from the Qianqing Palace towards the West Warm Pavilion floated over.

The yellow skin was stunned, turned around and ran, and went down the eaves along the bucket arch, and disappeared after three or two scurries.

Hua Twelve was disappointed, he still wondered if this yellow skin would come to him to ask for a seal, and asked him if he was like a god or a man, he thought about it, and when the time came, he replied that it was like a scarf, and I just happened to have one less.

It's a pity, what do you say it runs.

Lighting a cigar on the Xinuan Pavilion, Hua XII began to ponder the question of the world and the task.

According to the current clues, this world should be a world set in the movie 'Farewell My Concubine', and his replacement identity should be the later famous actor in the capital, Cheng Dieyi.

The world and the alternate characters are clear, Hua Twelve began to speculate about the two hidden tasks, in the original drama of "Farewell My Concubine", Cheng Dieyi is undoubtedly a tragic character, according to the system's urine, eighty percent is to change the fate of this guy.

In addition, Cheng Dieyi is a famous Peking opera singer, and this task may also start with opera, either to achieve a higher level of quyi or to protect traditional drama.

Hua Twelve sighed, if the first one is okay, the second one is really troublesome, thinking about the system asking him to replace Cheng Dieyi when he was a teenager, he guessed that there was nothing wrong with it, it was very likely that he would give him time to study Peking Opera.

After staying in the Forbidden City for more than an hour, before dawn, Hua Twelve returned to the Guanjia opera troupe.

At this time, the lights in the Guan family opera troupe were bright, and Master Guan and several masters who taught opera were carrying oil lamps and looking for people all over the yard.

Master Guan shouted with a look of anxiety and fire:

"Look for it in the ear room again, and look at the stables again, this courtyard is so high that he can't climb out."

A master who taught drama answered, and went to the back with a lamp.

Master Guan's beard trembled, and white gas erupted from his mouth in the cold wind:

"This is a rare good seedling, you say how you don't know how to fulfill yourself, don't know how to cherish it, even if you run out on a cold day, you will freeze to death on the street before you reach the eight alleys, alas."

"Master, what are you looking for?"

Master Guan turned around suddenly, and saw a small person standing there in front of the corridor, and he was suddenly surprised.

Then his face sank, and he shouted angrily: "Where did you go? ”

"Long nights without intention, come out for a walk!"

In the hall, Master Guan held a knife blank and pointed to the statue of the patriarch: "Kneel!" ”

Hua Twelve sighed lightly: "It's all here, I really don't want to run!" ”

"What nonsense, call you to kneel here!" Master Guan's knife blanks have been raised, and he must teach this disobedient a good lesson today.

Hua Twelve said indifferently: "Born with hard bones, you can't kneel, you just fight like this!" ”

Master Guan was trembling, picked up the knife blank and pulled it down: "I call you hard, call you hard."

Sheng Sheng broke a knife blank, and Hua Twelve yawned: "You dissipate your anger, I really don't want to leave, I'm sleepy today, let's have a good chat tomorrow!" ”

After speaking, he didn't need to be let out, and walked out of the hall and went back to the apprentice's house.

Master Guan blew his beard and glared, and said to a few masters who taught opera, "Hey, have you seen it?"

As he spoke, he suddenly smiled: "This temperament is a bit interesting!" ”

Hua Twelve returned to the Tongpu room, and as soon as he came in, the scene that was originally in full swing instantly quieted down, and then he crackled and drilled into the bed.

He stood at the door and looked at these half-grown men, and sneered:

"The master beat me and broke a knife blank, and I don't ask any of you who sold me, even if the innocent one is unlucky!"

After Hua Twelve finished speaking, he also pulled out a knife blank from behind him, which he had just done in the hall, and walked over to the senior brothers on the shop, splitting his head and covering his face is a whip.

Everyone who hit straight knelt down and admitted their mistakes, and finally cut off the knife blank.

More than 20 half-sized children were pumped like zebras, which is called a mind understanding.

Of course, Hua Twelve's hands are measured, and the pain of flesh and skin does not hurt the muscles and bones, and it will not affect the next day's practice.

In the theater shed the next day, Master Guan was in good spirits, and he didn't see yesterday's anger at all, he stood in the middle of the theater with a smile, and said aloud to the apprentices who were shouting, kicking, and turning their heels around:

"If he is human, he has to listen to the play, and if he doesn't listen to the play, he is not a human, what pig, what dog, it will not listen to the play, is it a human? It's an animal! ”

"So, if there is a play, we will have a pear orchard!"

"Since we have been in the singing industry, which dynasty and generation, he has not been as popular as our Peking opera, you can be regarded as catching up!"

All the apprentices of the troupe shouted at the same time: "That's right! ”

Master Guan shouted, 'Practice hard', beckoned Hua Twelve to the side, and began to teach the play:

"Let's go to the pear garden, take Kunqu Opera as the ancestor of a hundred operas, if you want to sing Peking Opera well, you must first learn Kunqu dialect, it can be said that learning Kunqu dialect well is to lay a good foundation for singing!"

"In the Kun dialect, men are afraid of running at night, women are afraid of Sifan, Ye Ben tells the story of Lin Chong running at night, Sifan is a fold in "The Story of the Sea of Evil", about the little nun's love for the first time, regretting escaping into the empty door."

"I'll teach you a little bit of a master today, Sifan!"

Hua Twelve opened his mouth and said, "Master, I learn to run at night!" ”

He doesn't want to learn anything, make a tune, and warp the lotus finger, don't talk about pretending to be Lin Chong, even if he fights Lin Chong, it's not ambiguous, let's come to Wusheng.

Master Guan's orchid fingers were cocked, and he was just about to sing when he was told such a sentence, and he hesitated slightly, and persuaded:

"Your figure, this face, you are born to sing the horns!"

Hua Twelve didn't speak, took a step back, crackling is a full arm fist, what is called a long blow, which is called Tongliang to change his back, yes, Master Guan finally knows why those apprentices can't get this kid.

The fist was closed: "Master, my ability is also the material for practicing martial arts!" ”

Master Guan's eyes flashed: "Or let's learn together"

Hua Twelve still failed to escape the fate of Xuedan.

"The little nun is twenty-eight years old, and her hair was shaved off by the master in her youth, I am a female Jiao'e, not a man, why is my waist wrapped in yellow silk, wearing a straight jacket, seeing other husbands and wives, a pair of brocade and Luo, I can't help but feel anxious."

The tragedy of Cheng Dieyi is that he can't turn a corner, he didn't figure out whether the play was fake, and no one told him seriously.

For example, in the original words of this paragraph, 'female Jiao'e', he has to be replaced by 'man'er', I am a man, not a female Jiao'e, then I still think of a fart, that is called Sichun.

After being slapped in the face by reality, I finally changed the word, but the orientation began to distort from that time.

Now that I'm here in Hua Twelve, it's not so awkward, a play is a play, and it's not real, don't rap a sentence 'I'm a female Jiao'e', just sing 'I'm your father' to the audience, and he doesn't take a stumble.

I only listened to a paragraph of 'Sifan' Hua Twelve once, and he took the tone and tone, his demeanor was full, and he sang half a word without any difference.

Master Guan was originally sitting and teaching opera, but he suddenly stood up and asked, "Where did you learn it before, and who gave it to you?" ”

"I didn't learn, you taught"

Master Guan's eyes wandered, and after thinking about it, he sang 'Night Run' again, and then said, "You come and sing!" ”

Hua Twelve reproduced it as it was, and Master Guan was shocked again:

"Haven't you really studied?"

Hua Twelve shook his head.

"Really?" "Seriously!"

"Sure enough?" "Sure enough!"

Both of them held the tone, two questions and two answers, Master Guan laughed: "Okay, good, you don't make a corner, God doesn't allow it."

Half a year in the blink of an eye.

The weather in the capital was sweltering, and Hua Twelve, who had grown a head taller, wore satin clothes, followed by the master of the troupe, and walked into the rouge alley one after another.

Rouge Hutong is one of the eight major alleys, there are more than a dozen halls in it, and the story of the Peking opera "Su Sanqi Jie" takes place here, and Su Sanyu Tangchun was once a generation of famous prostitutes in this alley.

Hua Twelve has shown an unforgettable, reproduction-like talent for learning drama in front of Master Guan that day, and has received special treatment in the troupe, and he also took the opportunity to propose that he wants to walk on the street every day.

Master Guan didn't allow it at first, but he really loved his talent, and he was reluctant to even talk to Hua Twelve, so he promised when he could sing fifty scenes and agree to his request.

Originally, it wouldn't take a month or two to learn fifty operas, but those words were too shocking, so it simply dragged on for half a year.

It wasn't until yesterday that in front of Master Guan and a group of junior disciples, he was shocked that he was allowed to leave the troupe and go around, but there must be a martial arts master in the troupe behind him to protect him.

Watching Hua Twelve go to the rouge alley, the martial arts master behind him originally wanted to stop him, but suddenly thought of the woman holding the child last winter, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and with a slight sigh, he also stepped in.

Cuifangli, a set of three-entry courtyards, more than 40 houses, was originally the official residence of the Ming Dynasty, to the end of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, it became one of the more famous halls of the Eight Hutongs.

Hua Twelve was just about to go inside, but was stopped by the guy who stretched out his hand and asked with a smile:

"This master, how old are you to go in? Do you know what kind of place we are?"

casually took out a piece of silver dollar and threw it out: "Do you recognize this here, or do you recognize the age?" "The silver dollar was obtained from the 'Grandmaster World', and he still has a lot left in his storage space.

"Thank you, please inside!"

Hua Twelve went straight inside, and a bustard came to greet him, but he ignored it, turned left and right according to his memory, and arrived at a side room, where a sign was hung at the door, on which the word 'bright red' was written.

As soon as he lifted the curtain and pushed the door, he went inside, and suddenly a woman's voice came from inside: "Who's unlucky child, break in before you get up!" ”

Hua Twelve walked out expressionlessly and stood at the door with his hands behind his back.

The bustard who caught up was about to speak with a displeased face, and Hua Twelve spoke: "Mother Zhang, don't you recognize it?" ”

The bustard was stunned for a moment, and looked at it carefully: "Yo, it's Xiaodouzi, don't you say that you have entered the troupe, this rich and noble dress is a tall branch."

The curtain behind the door was lifted, and Yanhong, who was wearing a half-sleeved cheongsam, walked out, quickly fastened the buttons in his hands, hurriedly walked in front of Hua Twelve, and said urgently:

"You ran out on your own?"

Behind her, a middle-aged man with a mustache in a riding coat and a top hat walked out, stood at the door and fastened his collar, and then snorted very dissatisfiedly and walked away.

The bustard hurriedly went over to compensate for it.

Yanhong put her hands on Hua Twelve's shoulders: "Speak, did you run out?" ”

"The master said that I have finished my studies and will be on stage in Guanghe Building next month!"

When Yanhong heard this, tears fell: "You have learned to lie, I will let you not learn well!" "If you raise your hand high, you will draw it down.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist, and it was the martial arts master who was following to protect Hua Twelve.

"Your son is amazing, the master taught him to watch it, he has learned fifty plays in half a year, what Master Guan said, you have to be a corner, next month Guanghelou will be on stage, your son will definitely become a corner!"

When Yanhong saw this master when she sent her son to the opera troupe, she immediately recognized it, surprised, delighted, and unbelievable:

"What you said is true?"

At this time, the bustard sent off the guest, and came back in a little anger, apparently not pleasing from the guest.

Hua Twelve said to Master Wusheng: "Master Wu, you wait outside, I'll say a few words to her and we'll go back!" ”

Hearing that he didn't even call his mother, the martial master looked at the mother and son who felt a little strange in surprise, nodded, and walked away two steps.

The bustard came over and pointed at Hua Twelve: "Okay, I've only been away from the hall for a few days, don't you understand any rules, how can there be guests inside, you sincerely smash the old lady's business."

Hua Twelve was too lazy to say, turned around and opened the curtain, pushed the door and entered the house.

The room is not big, more than ten square meters, but there should be, antique, the entrance is a screen, behind the screen is a Luohan bed for smoking Fushou ointment, the left side of the room is placed on the table of eight immortals who drink flower wine, and then behind it is the shelf bed for sleeping.

The room was lit with incense, and there was a special strange smell.

Outside, Yanhong gave Zhang's mother a good meal, and the good words were exhausted, and the latter muttered and left.

Then Yanhong stood happily at the door and shouted to an ear room not far away: "Xiangyun, come over with a plate of watermelons, there are distinguished guests!" ”

After shouting, he turned around and went back to the room, and opened his hands to hug Hua Twelve: "Douzi, let my mother take a look, you have grown taller!" ”

Hua Twelve took a step back to dodge, Yanhong watched his movements, his hand stopped in mid-air, his body stiffened, and tears came out again:

"You still blame your mother, don't you?"

"No blame!"

"Then you call Shengniang"

Hua Twelve couldn't call it out at all, looked at the big smoking gun on Luohan's bed, and asked; "Do you still smoke Fushou ointment?"

Yanhong's eyes were a little evasive: "My mother is smiling, the guests want to smoke, what can I do!" ”

When

Hua Twelve casually threw two big yellow croakers on the table of the Eight Immortals: "Is it enough for you to redeem yourself?" Buy another house and live in it first."

Yanhong's eyes were full of shock, and she was about to ask where the gold came from, when the door was pushed open, and a little girl with Nezha's head walked in with a plate of cut watermelons, her voice was soft and glutinous, and there was a hint of coquettishness:

"Master, the watermelon is here!"

As he spoke, he looked into the room and saw a young man who was about the same age as himself, and was taken aback: "Master, this is your guest?" ”

Yanhong took the watermelon and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, this is my son!" ”

After speaking, he introduced to Hua Twelve: "This is Xiangyun, who was sold into the hall by his father two months ago, and now he is learning pipa from me."

Hua Twelve looked at the little girl, his eyes moved slightly, and he threw out another gold bar: "Ransom her too, stay by your side and take care of you!" ”

Xiangyun only found the gold bars on the table at this time, and immediately opened his mouth in surprise, his eyes were full of small stars.

Yanhong wanted to say something, but Hua Twelve didn't want to hear it, so she said directly:

"I'm going to be famous, you don't want people to poke me in the back in the future, and tell others that his mother is from the hall."

Yanhong's body shook violently, tears poured down, and what she wanted to say was stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

Xiangyun was like a little pepper, and said, "How do you speak?" ”

Hua Twelve ignored her, and Chao Yanhong asked, "You can't say it?" ”

Yanhong cried and nodded.

Hua Twelve then said: "Then you do what I say, go back and go to the Guanjia Opera Troupe to give me a letter, and Xiaodouzi will be filial to you in the future!" ”

After saying that, he didn't stay any longer, pushed the door and walked out and nodded to Master Wusheng, and the two left Cuifangli directly.

After he left, Xiangyun hurriedly comforted Yanhong, but at this time, Yanhong burst into tears and laughed: "Xiangyun girl, do you hear, my son said that he should be filial to me, he didn't dislike me."

Just now, Yanhong was born with the will to die, and she wanted to die to fulfill her son, but at this time, the words of her son in her eyes shone into her ice-wrapped heart like spring sunshine.

When Hua Twelve returned to the Guanjia opera troupe, he saw a car of this era parked at the door of the troupe.

When I walked in, I saw that there seemed to be a guest in the hall talking to Master Guan and a few other teachers.

Seeing Hua Twelve coming back, Master Guan came out and beckoned, and when he approached, he pulled him into the hall:

"Come, I'll introduce you to a new junior brother."

In addition to his own people, there were three strangers in the hall, two richly dressed adults, and a teenager about the same age as Hua's twelve-year-old.

This young man is particularly brilliant, dressed in a white robe, wearing a white satin horse coat, his small oily hair is meticulously combed, and he is white and handsome, looking like a young master from a rich and noble family.

At the same time that Hua Twelve looked at each other, the other party was also looking at him, and a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of both of them.

If you want to come to Master Guan's mouth, the new junior brother should be referring to this young man.

Master Guan smiled and said, "You two can introduce yourself!" ”

The young man spoke first: "My surname is Hong, a native of Changsha, I have learned Peking Opera and Flower Drum Opera, and I came to the capital to worship Master Guan to learn the authentic Kun dialect."

Hua Twelve raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth raised lightly: "Often killing? How many people have you killed? ”

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