Ji Canghai and I walked up at the same time, looked down, and were immediately dumbfounded.

I reached out and pulled the shoe out, but it was so heavy that it almost pushed me in.

Uncle Ya is really a treasure, even this thing has it!

After a long toss, a few extremely heavy shoes were finally moved out.

I panted and asked, "What are you doing with these arhat shoes?"

These Luohan shoes are wrapped in cloth on the outside, which is no different from ordinary shoes.

But the middle is indeed a real iron bump, and it is also an indispensable thing for internal kung fu.

The older generation of masters has practiced children's skills since childhood, and these dozens of pounds of Arhat shoes have been worn for more than ten years.

When you take off your shoes one day, you will be a master of light skills to pick up the moon and stars!

The principle of this thing is a bit similar to the current sandbag, but with a little more skill.

Uncle Ya chuckled and said, "These Luohan shoes are made of pig iron, no more, no less, one shoe is exactly sixty catties."

I suddenly remembered Uncle Ya's mud step!

His kung fu is probably practiced with this thing!

Uncle Tooth pointed at me, "You guys, put this thing on your feet."

Chen Jiayan half-opened his mouth: "The two shoes combined, they are heavier than me."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Uncle Ya was like a grandfather coaxing a child, and took out a few dark stools from the box and put them in front of me.

"San'er!" Uncle Ya turned around and shouted, "Move these stools to the bottom of the stage."

"Gotcha!"

The guys from the teahouse hurried over and took the stools away.

Turning his head, Uncle Ya looked at Lao Lin again: "It can still rain today, right?"

Lao Lin took out the sea willow rosary again and nodded: "About half an hour."

Uncle Ya nodded, leaning in Lao Lin, Lao Lin couldn't help nodding, the two seemed to be summing up something.

After they finished plotting, Lao Lin handed over an extremely thin stick to Uncle Ya.

Turning his head, Uncle Ya pouted at me: "If I slap the table in a while, you will shout injustice."

I nodded a little confused, not knowing which one to sing again.

Uncle Ya pointed outside: "Hurry up and sit in front, and after you put on your shoes, don't move!"

I'm almost crying: Wearing such a thing, did I move?

As Uncle Ya instructed, we sat down in front of the hall, and as soon as we put on our shoes, a huge attraction came from my buttocks.

I looked down and saw that my feet had been completely sucked on the stool.

I couldn't move half a minute when I took out the strength to feed.

Suddenly, my heart fluttered.

I know what's going on!

The stool underneath my buttocks, which looked like a normal stool, was actually made of a single magnet.

And the Luohan shoes on my feet are pig iron inside, which is equivalent to sucking me to the ground completely!

I tried to move, but the suction was so strong that I couldn't move.

Just now, Uncle Ya took us to a crowded place, and now he has fixed us here.

If it is found by the second master's people, wouldn't it be sitting still?

At this time, the runner named San'er had already stood at the door and shouted.

"Mr. Chan has opened the book!"

Within minutes, people from outside had already poured in, scrambling one by one with happy faces.

For a while, the sounds of people asking for tea and pastries came and went.

The running guys shuttled flexibly through the crowd and were very busy.

The teahouse was still deserted, and it instantly became very lively.

It seems that Uncle Ya is also a well-known signboard in this realm!

After a while, the drums and gongs sounded in unison, and Uncle Ya walked up from the backstage with a fan in one hand and a long shirt in the other.

I looked up and just wanted to clap my hands.

Uncle Ya put on makeup and smeared one

Similar to the black face of Peking Opera Da Wusheng, with a half-inch golden crescent depicted in the middle of his forehead.

I saw him wearing a long-winged hat, a black python bronzing robe, and the feet of Wenjiang's boots, taking solid and powerful square steps, sitting firmly on the Taishi chair.

Such majesty is like a living Bao Gong in the world!

He should be singing a kind of music art that is about to disappear - Da Ping Opera.

Unlike normal storytelling, commenting on drama is a rap and a song.

And "Daping Opera" is dressed up, tied to a helmet, and tied up to the waist, which is more difficult than ordinary drama commentary.

Such a rare commentary naturally won the applause from the audience, and naturally there was an endless stream of applause.

"Smack!"

Uncle Ya sat down, picked up the waking wood on the table with one hand, and smashed it towards the tabletop, and the audience was silent.

It can be seen that Uncle Ya is also a well-known signboard in this realm.

After the poem was recited, Uncle Ya's voice was a little higher.

"What I'm talking about is Bao Zheng Bao Longtu, go down to Chenzhou, check the grain, and block Luan......

……

Uncle Ya opened his mouth and said loudly, raising his hands and feet, his eyebrows and eyes were full of heroism.

At this moment, he seems to be just an ordinary storyteller, and he seems to be possessed by Bao Longtu!

The people in the audience were fascinated by it, Uncle Ya was in it, and I was the only one sitting on pins and needles.

With so many people around, it's not good to really fight after a while!

After a while, several more people poured in from outside the door, standing right away from me.

As soon as I turned around, I made eye contact with this man.

His gaze was a little evasive, obviously wanting to look, but he didn't dare to look.

My heart sank, and it was over.