Su Qing was shocked by the sudden sound. The oil lamp in his hand shook, and a lot of oil in the lamp was spilled out. Who else could be behind this? Since the packages were all here, the man was naturally speaking.

"Come around!"

Seeing that Su Qing seemed to be frightened, the voice behind her sounded again.

"Ah? OK!"

In the trembling state, Su Qing slowly turned around.

Just by looking at the lights, I saw a tall black shadow standing in this corner, with both eyes flashing brightly and staring at him without blinking.

Although Su Qing was nervous, he still said with courage: "Don't worry, I won't shout. You should take your things and leave quickly, so as not to be discovered. The children in the opera troupe will suffer!"

"What's your last name?"

The man didn't say anything about whether to leave or not, but asked on his own.

Su Qing was stunned.

"My surname is Su!"

"Su?"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you!" The man saw his little face trembling and laughed silently, as if he was thinking about something. Finally, he said, "This thing is a worldly cleverness. There are only one in the world. There are very few people who know this thing. Since you recognize it, maybe you and me still have some connections."

Although Su Qing was unsure of hearing that he would not kill him, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

As he spoke, the man walked out of the shadows, but saw that his shoulders were covered in blood, not knowing whether it was his own or someone else's.

"You haven't learned martial arts?"

Su Qing shook her head.

He closed his eyes and turned into beggars. He almost starved to death on the streets. He practiced martial arts so he only handed over the "blood droplet" in his hand.

"Give it back to you, go quickly!"

"You won't follow me? I think you should be a descendant of a famous family, but you are willing to fall into this ninth-rate business!"

The man frowned.

When he mentioned this, Su Qing said a little angrily: "What about you? You claim to be the best, but now you are chased and hiding. It is not easy to live in this world, but you can still find so many things to say. Didn't Wang Wuye die under gunfire back then? After practicing martial arts for half a lifetime, it is not as good as a few bullets in the end, isn't it ridiculous!"

The man's face darkened, and a vicious aura naturally emanated from his body. Only then did Su Qing remember that the other party was a murderer who could not blink. He knew that he had made up his words and hurriedly took a step back.

The man's face was gloomy and he finally smiled bitterly.

"Yes, I thought I was away from the mountains and forests to practice martial arts hard, just to avenge my deep revenge in the sea of ​​blood. Unexpectedly, when I came to the world again, things had changed. Not to mention the Qing Dynasty's death, my enemy was dead, and I had been lost for decades, alas--"

The more he spoke, the louder heavier he became, the more excited he became. Su Qing was shocked and hurriedly said, "You're going to be a little quieter!"

"I'll come to you again!"

As soon as the man stopped speaking, he glanced at him, lifted the blood droplet, turned around and flew out of the bathhouse, climbed onto the wall, and with a "swoosh" sound, there was no shadow.

"Don't let it go, why are you looking for me? I'm not your enemy!"

Su Qing didn't want to get into trouble. When he heard that he was going to come to find him, he immediately became anxious and rushed out, but the night outside was as cold as water, and there was no ghost.

"Who is there?"

In the corridor not far away, the manager held a lamp, grabbed a stick, and looked at it.

"It's me, Xiaoqing. It's hot. I'm out and take a shower. It's over. Let's go back now!"

After saying that, he turned off the oil lamp and rushed into the bedroom.

This night is destined to be unable to sleep.

In a blink of an eye, summer goes and autumn comes, and the weather is getting colder.

Just when Su Qing was almost forgetting this matter, he didn't expect that the guy came again.

This day.

"To our disciples, all students must listen respectfully. Since ancient times, people must have a plan to be able to be born in the world—"

The disciples recited the oral words of the Liyuanxing.

This is the first thing I did at the beginning of the day.

After thinking about it, it is naturally practiced again.

They were wrapped in the gray jackets that had been modified every year, and they were sewn and repaired, and they were carrying operas and practicing their waists.

Su Qing was different from his disciples, so he saw him holding a sword in his hand and standing in the yard. The sword shadows were dancing everywhere, as if they could turn into a flower.

Danjiao is one of the main industries of Peking Opera, and is considered a general term for women. It is also divided into Zhengdan, Qingyi, Huadan, Funny Dan, Fundan, Flower Shirt, Daoma Dan, Wudan, Laodan, etc. Among them, there are differences in singing, reciting, doing, and hitting.

Master Guan in the distance looked at Su Qing dancing with a sword. The old god was sitting there, holding a cup of tea, and taking a sip from time to time. Although he was cold-faced and cold-eyed, he saw that he had not practiced well, so he still came to teach him step by step.

As the saying goes, the master leads his way to the door, and practices himself. He teaches his disciples for half his life. The master has never seen such a good scholar as Su Qing. The key is to be cruel to himself. In the end, he doesn't need to mention this disciple, what should he do or what should he not do.

Yu Ji in this farewell mystery belongs to a flower shirt, which requires singing, reciting, doing, and beating. No children in the opera troupe have ever read books. After memorizing a few lines of opera lyrics, they forget it, and forget it, and remember it, and who is not used to being beaten and beaten. Only Su Qing not only remembered the lyrics of this lyrics of the lyrics, but also remembered the lyrics of Shengjiao. At night, all the brothers who forgot the lyrics revolved around him, and over the years, they also saved a lot of effort.

Scholars naturally want to get fame after ten years of hard study. The martial arts martial artist practiced day and night, not just to become famous. Master Guan is old and he no longer wants to become a leader, but if he can bring a leader out, how can he not be moved?

What's more, this child has a good baby and is born to be a playmaker. It's really a phoenix that falls into the turtledove's nest.

But.

"The little nun is only 28 years old, and her hair is cut off by her master's youth - I was - I was -"

In the theater, Xiao Douzi was carrying a rope, hanging her feet, practicing her waist, and pausing tone, and was memorizing the opera.

The teacher squinted his eyes and smiled: "What am I?"

"I, I'm a man--"

The master glared.

"Are the nun a man or a woman?"

I saw Xiao Douzi's tone intermittently, sweating all over her head, and still said, "Yes...a man!"

The master smiled and said coldly: "You have really entered the realm of transformation, and there is no difference between male and female!"

A group of disciples stood aside, posing, and anyone who moved would be a whip.

When the master pulled Xiaodouzi away, the person in charge shouted and rested.

Before Su Qing could sweat, Xiao Shitou pulled him to the inner hall of the backyard.

"I told you to memorize the wrong way, and the master taught you that you have forgotten... I asked you to make you wrong..."

The two of them heard a crisp sound of "slap" in the room through the window, which made people frightened.

Seeing that the beating was almost over, they ran back to the bedroom and turned the remaining medicinal wine out from under the liberty bedding.

Xiao Shitou begged: "Xiaoqing, your words work. Please advise Xiaodouzi. If you continue to make mistakes, he will be beaten to death!"

After waiting, I saw Xiaodouzi sweating heavily with bloody hands, and tears in his eyes.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed, as if he was crazy, and kept muttering: "I am a man--a man--"

Xiao Shitou was so angry that his eyes turned red. He put on medicine and said, "Can you not let yourself do what you say?"

He can't memorize it. Su Qing kept reciting it all day long, and he knew it before the master taught it. It was just intentional. In the end, he still couldn't overcome this hurdle.

But Xiao Douzi ignored it and said, "Senior brother, if I am beaten to death, there will be three eldest sons under the pillow. You and Xiao Laizi will be separated!"

Su Qing also sighed, and he frowned. He didn't think so much about this when he was memorizing this paragraph. He couldn't even keep going, and there was no room for picking.

Life, before the word "living", there is also "life". If you want to live well, you have to save your husband.

He whispered: "Oh, it's just a play. Playing on stage and being a person off stage. Why do you want to do so much? Life is like a play, not a play like a life. Why can't you get out of it? The world is difficult. How many people don't talk to people when they meet ghosts, what's the difference between talking to dramas and doing dramas!"

Seeing that Xiao Douzi was crazy, Su Qing thought about it again and hesitated for a moment.

"Actually, there is something I have always wanted to tell you. A few days ago, I saw your mother!"

Xiaodouzi's eyes instantly looked over, becoming a little stunned.

With eyes facing each other, Su Qing did not shy away.

"I saw her secretly looking at you, don't you want to see her again? If you think about it, after a while, when I become a horn, senior brother will help you. If you don't want to, you can leave, senior brother will help you too. At worst, I will beg the lady who is listening to the opera and make up some money!"

"Think about it!"

He patted Xiao Douzi on the shoulder, and he stood up and winked at Xiao Shitou.

Two people left Xiao Douzi and one of them in the house.

"Can it work?"

Xiao Shitou asked worriedly.

Su Qing was also helpless.

"Why can't it work? He can only let some things go by himself. This hurdle must be passed!"

...

The weather is cold, the day is short, the night is long.

The day passed quickly.

When taking a bath at night, Su Qing always likes to lie quietly alone. It is too noisy during the day, so you can be quiet at this time.

But when he opened his eyes again, he saw an extra face in front of him. The good guy almost screamed in fear.

I saw a man covered in blood standing there.
Chapter completed!