The ancient name of Jingshi is Youzhou.

In the past, when Wu Zetian was in power, Chen Ziang went out with the army and came to Youzhou City. Ascending high and looking far, with mixed feelings, he left the "Song of Dengyouzhou" that has been sung through the ages:

"I don't see the ancients before, I don't see the people who come after, I think of the world and the world, and I cry alone. ”

At this time, Chen Huaji stood under the tall front door, chanting Chen Ziang's ancient sentences, and his heart was even more mixed.

In the past, Zhu Youcai's life and death were uncertain, and then there was Master Yuan Zhen who was found but not seen, and the villagers did not avenge themselves, and they were really alone and wept.

Suddenly, the stomach "gurgled" again. Chen Huaji touched his body helplessly, except for an old Taoist robe and a light-containing wooden sword, there was nothing long. If I continue to search aimlessly like this, I am afraid that if the master and the enemy are not found, I will really become a beggar again.

Just as he was thinking about it, a sound of gongs and shouts in Dashilar attracted his attention. After all, Chen Huaji is young and extremely curious, so he squeezes through the crowd and gathers into the inner circle to see the excitement. I saw an old man dressed as a boxer holding his fist and said: "Old man, I first came to the treasure land of Beijing, in order to make a living, I specially drew a circle on the fence of the front door, and played a show, just to eat a full meal!"

After that, another gong sounded. The old man picked up a Daguan knife from the weapon rack, and stabbed the horse horizontally. The girl was holding two bright silver hooks, and a beautiful appearance caused a commotion in the crowd of onlookers: "Yo he! Hey, so handsome!" "Yes! The little appearance is energetic, and the posture is good!"

Followed by the double hook flying up and down, dancing impermeable, really like a silver-white butterfly. The old man's sword is strong and heavy, and he has a degree of offense and defense, and he is obviously a practitioner! The father and daughter are fighting in one place, and the sound of "cangchang, jingling" iron weapons is endless.

According to the standard of street fighting, the kung fu of this father and daughter is far higher than that of street actors. But what is the boundary of the capital? The common people have long been accustomed to all kinds of tricks, and no matter how good the father and daughter's kung fu is, they have not even raised much interest in them.

"Hey, I said old man! You can't do this kung fu, someone practiced here a few days ago to break the big stone before he will fill his stomach!"

The old man was obviously not convinced, and said in a rough voice: "Who said that I can't do kung fu! My ancestral Five Tigers Broken Door Knife Technique, cutting off people's heads is like chopping melons and vegetables!" As he spoke, he looked at the crowd again, "My head is broken with a big stone?"

"Woo...... It's boring!" There was a boo from the crowd.

Seeing that the people were leaving, the old man hurriedly stepped forward to ask for money with an iron plate in his hand: "After a trip to the weapon, if you think it's good, you guys will reward our father and daughter with two coppers!"

The crowd dispersed. Only the old man was left to lead his daughter to sit on the weapon pick, shaking his head and sighing.

Chen Huaji saw it in his eyes, and suddenly had an idea in his heart. So he stepped forward and said, "Uncle, where are you from? How can you make a living as an entertainer here?"

The old man looked up at the young man who was talking to him, and saw that it was a Taoist priest dressed up, so he hurriedly got up and gave his hand: "Xiaodao Chang is merciful, I am from Cangzhou, my family is in a bad disaster, and there is no way to live, as long as I bring my daughter to the capital to find something to eat, what can I do...... Alas......" he let out a long sigh.

Chen Huaji said: "Uncle, you are merciful, I am not a monk, you can call me Chen Huaji." ”

The old man looked Chen Hua up and down again, and said, "Oh, what do you dare to do for your little friend?"

Chen Huaji said: "I came to the capital to look for a teacher, but I haven't found it until today, the dry food has long been exhausted, and I happened to see your father and daughter performing here, I want to make a head and earn some money with you." ”

Chen Huaji's idea is very simple, such an aimless search for Master is like looking for a needle in a haystack, it is better to set up a stall in this prosperous place to attract popularity, maybe he can wait for Master to come.

The old man shook his head and sighed: "They are both fallen people at the end of the world, and they should have helped each other. But...... You also saw the situation just now, our father and daughter threw their arms and worked hard, and there was a lot of excitement, but we didn't make any money......"

Chen Huaji said: "I saw it cordially and heard it clearly just now, they must be tired of seeing these weapons and fists, if we add a little trick to these styles, maybe it will be different." ”

The old man's eyes glared: "Add some tricks, what tricks?"

Chen Huahe smiled without saying a word, stretched out his right hand, turned his fingers slightly, pinched a handprint like a lotus, and then opened his palm. Something miraculous happened—there was a blue flame in the palm of Chen Huaji's palm, which kept beating, twisting left and right, as if it were a living creature with spirit.

Where has the old man seen such a scene, he opened his mouth and said, "This, this, what kind of trick is this?"

What kind of trick is this, but the extremely advanced exorcism number technique in "Wu Zhu Xuanjing". At that time, the Xuanmen all respected the five thunder palms of the Shenxiao Sect to drive away evil spirits, but they didn't know that the fire method of this witch sect was not inferior to the Shenxiao Thunder Method, and it was even more unique in terms of death. At this time, although Chen Hua had not yet encountered the ghosts and gods recorded in the scriptures, he had already mastered the secret methods in the "Xuan Jing" and applied them freely.

The old man's daughter was about sixteen years old, and when she saw Chen Hua and the fire in her palm, she felt even more fresh and fun, and her round eyes opened wide, and she said, "Daddy, Daddy!

Chen Hua put away his palm, extinguished the flames and said with a smile: "Old man, can you still watch this trick?"

The old man was overjoyed, and laughed: "Hahaha! Come on, it's my rudeness, I haven't introduced you to our father and daughter yet." Saying that, he patted his chest, "My name is Man Wu, this is my daughter Man Tingfang, after seeing your good tricks, it is better to join forces to make some money!"

After that, Chen Hua and explained a few words, and let Man Tingfang start the gong again. The girl was also full of joy with the gong in her hand, and she was even more curious about what tricks this young man dressed as a little Taoist priest could conjure.

"Boring, boring, boring!" As soon as the gong sounded, Man Wu returned to the field, grinning and shouting: "Hmm, yes, yes, old and young, you said that the weapons just now are not enough to see, in this case, our two masters...... Let's have some fun again for you to see!"

Saying that, a big knife dances like a tiger!

The onlookers looked at each other and discussed: "Isn't this the same as just now?"

"That's it! Just now there were two people fighting, and now this old man is playing with a knife alone, it's not as good as before!"

In the midst of different opinions, the aging and silent recitation of the mantra called it "E"! An invisible qi "banged" above the blade, and there was a "bang" sound, which shook everyone around the city to bow their heads and cover their ears.

When I looked up again, I saw a three-foot-high blue flame burning from the Daguan knife wielded by Man Wu.

The flame, which has nothing to burn, can be attached to the blade. The five broadswords danced impermeably, like a blue cold wheel of fire—yes, fire, it should be burning and scorching! But the onlookers' hair was swept up by the gale brought up by the broadsword, but they could not feel the temperature of the three-foot blue flame at all.

"Huh...... Good guys!" The crowd exclaimed, "Hey, look at the fire on that knife!"

Aged and standing aside, his feet rooted, his sleeves waving. I leaned less, and I saw countless colorful butterflies flying densely in the sky. Strange to say, the butterflies flew up and down around the flames on the knife, each one as if they were ignited by the blue flames—butterflies flying in the sky with blue flames, flying in a circle around the crowd.

Then, the little girl standing obediently on the side made a move in the air with both hands, and the burning butterflies really fell on Man Tingfang's body as if they were summoned by magic.

It was a scene that onlookers will never forget, the girl was covered with butterflies burning with blue flames, and she stepped lightly on her feet, spinning, spinning, spinning in place...... Like a spirit dancing in flames, people are fascinated by it......