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"He is a human, so he has to listen to the opera. If he doesn't listen to the opera, he is not a human. He is a pig or a dog. If he doesn't listen to the opera, is he a human? A beast! Therefore, if there is a opera, we have a pear garden!

"

Early in the morning, the old master started shouting with his authentic Beijing accent.

Su Qing was carried by Little Stone and the others to the place where they were last night. After a night's work, the pain between these two buttocks not only did not subside, but actually hurt more severely. It was as if the muscles and muscles were torn apart.

They were all sweating profusely.

Xiaodouzi on the side was grabbed by the master and pressed down next to him.

"Did you see? If you want to be distinguished in front of others, you will have to suffer behind others. This guy didn't have anyone to take care of him yesterday. He had to take care of himself. Your kid has someone to take care of him. Come on, help him!"

"Ah~"

The painful screams instantly echoed in Su Qing's ears. He closed his eyes in pain and couldn't help calming his breath. Sweat dripped from his cheeks, and his face turned pale in pain.

I saw Xiaodouzi's hands being tied up with a noose on the stage behind him, like five flowers tied up, with the word "big" tied up, and he was pressed down hard. The people who heard the screams were heartbroken, and the disciples who were practicing Kung Fu

Everyone was a little frightened.

"Stop shouting!"

Su Qing closed her eyes and whispered, as if she had no strength and was just talking in a dream.

"Relax your body, otherwise the more you struggle, the worse the pain will be!"

"Don't close your eyes. How do you remember the lyrics of yesterday's play?"

The teacher looked on with a smile.

"The little nun was only twenty-eight years old, and her hair was cut off by the master in her youth... He looked at us, and we looked at him. He and I, and we shared him, were very worried about each other."

Su Qing opened her eyes, and her eyes were filled with sweat or tears. They were gleaming with water, and the tear stains on the corners of her eyes were as red as blood.

"Not bad, good at carrying it!"

The teacher squinted his eyes slightly, shook his head and listened. He held a folding fan in his hand and gently tapped his palms. After Su Qing finished reciting it word for word, he looked at Xiaodouzi and said with a smile: "You too

Don't cry just remembering, learn more from others, it will be your turn tomorrow, today is just a break from the topic, the article is still to come!"

Then I saw him getting up and walking towards Master Guan. He didn't know what he said. After a while, the steward who was supervising the apprentice put a bottle of medicinal wine in front of Su Qing and said a few words.

.

"You have met a great fortune. This is the first time that Master Guan has looked at a person like this. This is wine made from more than ten years of old medicine balls. It is also a recipe that the class leader once asked for from a hero who traveled around the world.

Promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, reward you!"

The little leper was punished again, and his eyes turned red when he saw the medicinal wine placed in front of Su Qing. "Okay, Xiao Qing, it's only been two days, and the master has already looked at you differently - Ouch!"

As soon as he spoke, the air in his stomach disappeared, and his handstand immediately lost strength. He tilted his body and fell down.

Before he could get up, he saw the steward whipping him down with a whip. He cried out in pain, shed tears, and hurriedly got into position again.

It's just that Su Qing was in so much pain that she didn't have the time to pay attention to him. The muscles and bones in his neck were exposed, and his body was shaking with pain. It was much more painful than yesterday, and he could only think about what the manager said before.

"A hero? Are there heroes in this world?"

As if he noticed something, he turned his head and saw Xiaodouzi looking at him, with sweat on his face and tears in his eyes.

Force your face to smile.

"We each have half of this medicinal wine!"

At this time, Xiao Shitou, who was practicing Qigong, suddenly took the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity to raise his feet, walked over, and kicked a brick on Xiao Dou'er's leg.

Master Guan stared at it, put down the tea cup in his hand, and shouted with a smile: "Little Shitou, who are you cutting corners for?"

"Master, when I was training my legs, my eyes were turned to the sky and I didn't pay attention to the soles of my feet!"

"Nonsense, get a job!"

"Okay!"

Xiao Shitou was practicing legs. He responded, took a palm-wide wooden board from the edge of the shed, and handed it to Master Guan respectfully. He lay down on a high stool with his pants on.

As soon as it was taken off, the buttocks were exposed. The bruises from the previous days were still not healed.

"Pah, pah, pah—"

Every time the meat was eaten, Xiao Shitou kept saying "Ouch" and winking at Su Qing and the others. His face was covered with sweat and the veins on his forehead twitched slightly.

After the beating was finished, Xiao Shitou lifted up his pants.

"What else can I say?"

The old master had his hands behind his back and was wearing a sheepskin fur. I think he was singing with raw horns. His body was very strong and full of confidence.

"Those who form cliques in class will be punished!"

Xiao Shitou chuckled and walked out skillfully.

I saw him kneeling in the snow, holding a wooden board above his head and a basin on the board.

"Since the beginning of the singing and opera industry, no one has been as popular as our Peking Opera. You guys have caught up!"

The old master followed behind, picked up a pot of water, and poured only into the basin. The cold and biting water poured along the cracks in the wood and only into the collar of the small stone, as if an ice knife had been inserted into it.

All the disciples all echoed in unison:

"That's right!"

Su Qing slowly withdrew his gaze.

The shouts of vendors came from outside the wall again.

"Dang Dang - sharpen the scissors, sharpen the kitchen knife -"

He listened to the sound and looked outside the wall, as if he was flying away from the world. Finally, he closed his eyes again and said softly: "Practice, in this world, people have to learn to perfect themselves!"

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It's late at night.

Su Qing leaned against the wall, poured the medicinal wine into his palms with great effort, and then rubbed his palms until they were warm. Then he carefully kneaded his legs. Feeling that the pain had dissipated, he faced Xiaodouzi who was lying on the window.

Said: "Don't look at it, he will have to be punished!"

As if thinking of something, he tilted his head and looked at the little leper.

"Are there any heroes in this world?"

The little leper held a Peking Opera mask on his face, thought for a moment, and said casually: "I don't know, but when I usually go to the market, I seem to have heard someone say something about the Fifth Master Wang!"

Su Qing was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "Are you sure it's Wang Wu?"

The little leper nodded. "Yes!"

"What a pity!"

Su Qing thought about the world again and her expression darkened.

After sorting out my thoughts, after a while, I heard the sound of small stones shaking outside the door.

"——This is the crime of heaven destroying my Chu——not a crime of war——"

The wooden door opened, and a body covered in frost staggered in. He was breathing heavily, but he still looked like a monkey spirit and smiled playfully: "Young master, what I am practicing today is Nine Turns Gold."

The fire elixir skill of the stove - I went outside, outside - cool and cool - "

Before he finished speaking, Xiaodouzi ran over wrapped in a warm quilt, leaving Xiaoshitou dumbfounded.

This child was afraid that he had been abandoned by his loved ones, and now when he saw someone treating him with all his heart and soul, he dragged him to the brazier by grabbing a small stone without saying a word.

When the outer gray jacket was peeled off, it was already frozen and hard, like an iron shell.

Covering the quilt, Xiao Shitou lay on the bed with his butt exposed, smeared with medicinal wine, and grimaced in pain. This could not be delayed, lest he would get frostbite and suffer again.

A night of silence.
Chapter completed!