The time is coming to an end.

Cold wind and light snow, sporadic petals.

The palace maid and eunuch Yuguan walked into the Yile Palace, and was already arranging the throne of the Empress Dowager of the West, bringing in a lot of dried fruits and snacks, lighting a stove, and setting up fireworks in the courtyard.

As soon as the hour arrives and the sky is dark, you can enjoy the fireworks and colorful lanterns in the garden.

The side hall is where foreigners and ministers listen to plays.

In the theater building.

Yang Xiaolou's makeup changed, smeared his face with red, opened up the sky, and applied makeup very quickly.

Not only that, but the other martial artists in the theater have also changed their makeup. Originally, this play was set for "Yanyang Building", and I didn't want Yang Xiaolou to change the play temporarily; But "Changban Slope" is a family heirloom of the Yang family, and his father "Tianguan" Yang Yuelou is one of the "Thirteen Uniques of Tongguang", and he is a famous Peking Opera singer, which is not inappropriate.

Under the stroke, I immediately saw white faces, black faces, and flower faces appearing, Cao Cao, Liu Bei, Zhang Fei, Zhang Liao, ......

The generals are here.

And Mrs. Nagan and Mrs. Mi.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the snowflakes sprinkled outside the window, and sighed in his heart, he was recognized.

Fortunately, this person is a friend and not an enemy.

I didn't know anything in my life, but I saw him in a hurry in the gold and silver building many years ago, but now I am willing to bend my courage for him, and I am naturally a friend.

But the Empress Dowager of the West must be killed.

He wants to preach, to see his heart, to prove chivalry, to condense his will, and to deceive the sky.

The Queen Mother of the West was that day.

And that's not all.

If this person doesn't die, how to cut off the worship of those old monsters, No one knows how many old immortals will survive, In case there are one or two left, when the critical time is to use a secret knife, you really have to stab a person with an iron heart, In all directions of the world, who can stop it? Who can hide?

There is going to be hell to pay.

Only by cutting off the source can we prevent future troubles.

Those grandmasters of the older generation all went north and fought with their lives to win, which also gave him such an opportunity.

Now those old monsters are pouring out of the nest, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you can't miss it.

"I haven't seen snow in years."

Yang Xiaolou has changed into a costume, dressed in white armor, majestic, with four back-protecting pennants behind his back, embroidered with dragon patterns, and seems to be able to fly into the sky between vibrations, coupled with a pair of slightly squinted Danfeng eyes, two swallow wing eyebrows, and a spear in hand, just like a victorious general in the world.

"Living Zhao Yun" is the name he came from.

Chen Zhuo replied as if chatting: "It's been some years. ”

Yang Xiaolou Danfeng's eyes tightened, but he quickly stretched out again, and the gun in his hand shook out in the air, "Some things don't have to be done, and some things don't always succeed." ”

Chen Zhuo nodded, "But you have to know that whether you succeed or not and whether you do it or not are two different things, things are man-made, someone has to do it."

Yang Xiaolou thought for a while, took another sip of warm water, rinsed his mouth, and said meaningfully: "It's a pity that there is no wine!" ”

Without waiting for Chen Zhuo's reaction, there was already movement on the upper floor of the big opera, the gongs and drums sounded suddenly, and the cymbals were already shaking, as if they were trying out the music before the play.

"Knock knock ......"

"Boom!"

The originally cold wind and snow suddenly added a little bit of slaughter, the cold was like a knife, stabbing people's hearts, and it was as if there were ten thousand troops rushing into battle, and the war horses were neighing, and the golden iron horses were killing with iron blood.

Cao Cao led the crowd out first.

Then there was Liu Bei.

After a while, Yang Xiaolou tilted his head and went straight to the big theater, his throat was together, his eyebrows were raised, and he shouted: "Bah! Zilong ~ Come on! ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes flashed, his eyelids drooped, his hands clasped his sleeves, and waited for the opportunity.

This time I can't be in a hurry, unless I hit it with one blow, otherwise the hidden masters who only show their feet will probably swarm around, as well as those Goshha and foreigners who are loaded with guns, there is only one chance.

One hit and an immediate retreat.

"See the Prime Minister!"

On the big stage, the play has begun.

There were a few vague jokes faintly in the wind and snow.

The drums beat rapidly, and they fell like rain.

Several other craftsmen in the theater saw that Chen Zhuo was withdrawn and did not want to get close, so when the martial artists of the opera troupe went to appear on stage, they came to the stove and busily baked their cold hands and feet, so as not to wait for the stage performance to make another mistake.

It's getting dark.

The wind and snow have not dissipated.

The lanterns were lit one by one by the palace maids and eunuchs, and the big stage was also brightly lit.

Chen Zhuoqiang couldn't bear to look at the Empress Dowager Xi who was watching the play in the Yile Palace, he was really afraid that he would not be able to help but reveal that terrifying killing intent and alarm the masters here.

In addition to the sound of music, there are also the chats and laughter of those concubines and Fujin.

After waiting for a long time, the song suddenly changed.

But I heard a voice singing outside: "The old man came to watch the battle from the top of the mountain, and saw a young general like a god!" Where the horses go, people's heads roll, swords and spears pierce the bones of corpses; This young general wants to ask him before asking, and quickly ask him to leave his name. ”

But it was sung that Zhao Zilong rode the savior alone.

It should be Cao Cao who opened his mouth.

"Order!"

Another voice continued: "Oh, the young general in front of the horse, the name is dead!" ”

This is Cao Hong.

"Changshan Zhao Zilong!"

This is Yang Xiaolou's voice, angry and snowy.

……

A few craftsmen have gradually become fascinated by the listening.

Yang Xiaolou's voice is wide and loud, and his singing is sonorous and powerful, with a faint angry sound, which can reach everyone's ears even through the wind and snow. In a trance, he really seemed to have turned into a high-spirited and courageous general, rushing to kill in the chaotic army.

The courage is uplifted, and the spirit is lifted.

Even Chen Zhuo's mind gradually stabilized under the influence of this gong, drum and drama, and it was not so tense.

This man was able to give him courage and calm his nerves, so that he could give birth.

Ordinary people only practice martial arts, practice functions and practice the essence of the gods, and they don't want this singing climate to have such good ability.

As I was listening, a rather old and sharp drama and tune suddenly sounded in the middle of the road.

The female voice sang the general, which attracted a lot of applause.

Chen Zhuo sat cross-legged, breathing, the ten fingers in his sleeves were suddenly tightened, and his brows were tightly wrinkled.

Although he hadn't met, he already knew that it was the Empress Dowager Xi, and the only one in the entire Summer Palace who could make peace with Yang Xiaolou was the Empress Dowager Xi.

Chen Zhuo's eyelids trembled sharply, and the green tendons on the backs of his hands were tense and undulating, as if he was trying his best to restrain and endure.

Fortunately, under the drama, the drums and gongs are more urgent, and the killing atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, thinking that when the generals want to capture Zhao Yun alive, they start a martial arts, although there are few dramas, but there are many applause.

The woman's voice snapped, and it was about to end.

Zhang Fei drank Cao Jun.

"Phew! What is the reason for not fighting, retreating and not retreating? ”

……

His mood gradually calmed down, and Chen Zhuo was already starting to prepare.

He withdrew his hands from his sleeves, and with a light pull of his two hands, he quietly pulled out more than a dozen flying knives from his messy hair and the soles of his shoes, and they were hidden in his sleeves; Reaching out and slaying it on the back again, the three-foot finger wrapping around the soft immediately pulled out of a gap and wrapped around the waist.

Not much.

Chen Zhuo's breath slowed down, and he looked straight at the door of the building.

Someone's coming!

The old eunuch who led them in before came in the snow, and came quickly, his eyes rolled and he looked at Chen Zhuo, "You...... Just you, kid, the drama upstairs is about to finish, and you're ready to take the stage. ”

Seeing that Chen Zhuo was stunned and couldn't respond immediately, the old eunuch said angrily: "Hey, what's the matter, you're lucky, Lord Yang said that he wanted to see your unique job of changing your face." ”

Chen Zhuo smiled and grinned, "How ...... Thank you father-in-law, the villain knows! ”

The old eunuch rolled his eyes, glanced at Chen Zhuo from top to bottom, and reminded: "Then come with me, bring all the things you should bring?" ”

Hearing this, Chen Zhuo got up, touched the old back left by Liang Cripple, and then strode away with the eunuch.

"I've brought it all."

……

The large theater can be divided into three floors, and the middle floor is equipped with a winch, which can be cleverly set up for the mechanism.

Many of the corners who had left the stage had come down from the stage on the third floor.

The patio is open to the top of the roof, and the snow is sprinkled with snowflakes.

Chen Zhuo waited for a while, and then Yang Xiaolou finished singing.

The two staggered past each other, looked at each other, and each was speechless.

Xu felt that he was too lonely, and there were two masters who played the violin and drums behind the stage.

The qin is a huqin, and the drum is a tanggu.

When the master saw him coming up, he began to play the harp and beat the drums, keeping pace with him.

With Yang Xiaolou's "Changban Slope" in front, his mood fluctuated, but Chen Zhuo was surprisingly calm, not to mention stage fright.

Outside the building, the snow and cold lights are flying.

Chen Zhuo stepped out, only between walking and stepping, his shoulders shook, his body shook, and he looked at it again, and there was already a colorful face on his face.

At his feet, he raised his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be approaching the Yile Hall opposite through the snow curtain.

But I saw that the hall was brightly lit, the Zhu door was wide open, and there was a throne in the hall, and the people on the seat were lying sideways, and many concubines and concubines and Fujin were sitting around.

This is the Queen Mother of the West?

In the blink of an eye, his face changed again, it was a monkey face, looking forward to it, vivid; When the neck is turned, the face will change again, and it will be a vermilion and red face; Then he raised his hand to wipe his sleeves, and his face changed to black and white......

After a few steps, he had changed several times in a row, his movements were smooth, and the people around him exclaimed.

In the midst of the applause......

"Boom!"

There was an explosion, and the cold rose and took off in the Summer Palace.

At first glance, I saw a spark go straight into the clouds, and then burst into a brilliant firework.

The fire blew through the snow.

Everyone watching the show was shocked when they heard the explosion for the first time, but when they saw the fireworks again, they all laughed again.

I wonder if it was a mistake by a palace maid and eunuch, or maybe a stubborn princess in the palace lit the fireworks.

But the front foot of the overhead fireworks was darkened, and there was a shocking explosion outside the Summer Palace on the back foot.

"Boom!"

The explosion sounded like wind and thunder, and it came in in an instant.

Many viewers were discolored.

The chaotic footsteps, as well as the shouts of officials, and the exclamations of palace maids and eunuchs, were all together for a while.

In the shadows under the lamp, several ghostly shadows had disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, they had disappeared.

The sound of piano and drums followed.

The two masters who accompanied Qu'er also changed their expressions greatly, looking at each other, and their faces turned pale.

saw that the stage was empty, and the craftsman who was still wiping his face before was gone.

And in that mid-air, there was a figure, like a flying swallow and an ape, flying down from the theater floor, landing on both feet, bending his legs all the way, without a trace of fireworks, like a bird drilling into the forest to the throne in the Yile Palace.

Everywhere they passed, the frost and snow all over the ground seemed to be cut by a knife that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and they rushed to both sides, bringing out a straight and continuous gap.

Murderous intent rushed into the sky.

"Thorny ......"

A piercing and piercing scream suddenly sounded.

It's just that before the words fell, the eunuch who shouted had been split in half like rags.

A figure shot out.

The wind and snow shouted urgently, and under the light of the lights, I saw a terrifying Rakshasa face squeezed into the Yile Palace.

Chen Zhuo's knife eyes narrowed slightly, and the fierce light was brilliant.

(End of chapter)