A master of comedy!

Chapter 65 The Living Guan Gong

Midnight, the hour of Zi (11 PM - 1 AM).

Carrying a lantern, Zhou Sheng set off alone on the road to Xiao Fengdu.

Master was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he finished eating, snoring loudly. He woke up once in the evening to draw a corpse-driving talisman on him, and then fell asleep again.

Seeing his master's exhausted appearance, Zhou Sheng refrained from revealing that he had obtained the "Zhengyi Longhu Dishu Escape Method" for the time being.

Walking alone on this dark, mysterious, and eerie road, Zhou Sheng was much more relaxed than last time, and there was even a hint of urgency in his steps.

They seem to be very much looking forward to performing on stage tonight.

Before long, he arrived at the city gate and suddenly stopped.

A person dressed in a black robe and wearing a deer-head mask stood not far away, motionless, like a statue.

Zhou Sheng could feel the other person's gaze directed at him from a great distance.

This person is so strange...

He walked over expressionlessly, and after a long distance, he looked back and saw that the figure was still standing there, gazing into the distance as if longing for something.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and a guess popped into his mind.

hiss!
Could this person be the original contact person for the Longhua Sect? I was a little late last night, and probably didn't see anyone all night, so I just came early tonight to wait...

He touched the ancient book in his arms and recalled the figure of that person leaving last night.

Zhou Sheng couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

This person doesn't know how many days it will take before they discover that their belongings have been stolen.

This fully illustrates the importance of punctuality.

He walked forward without any psychological burden, striding along, only pausing briefly when he passed the fork in the road.

Under the power of the Dharma Eye, one could see the west shrouded in mist, with lights flickering in the distance and the corners of houses appearing and disappearing in the mist, resembling a magnificent mirage city.

As magical power continued to flow in, his pupils gradually changed, piercing through wisps of mist and allowing him to see further into the distance.

He seemed to see a bizarre and dazzling city, brightly lit and bustling with prosperity, with a huge Rakshasa stone statue standing guard at the gate.

As if sensing Zhou Sheng's prying eyes, the Rakshasa statue's eyes suddenly moved, and it slowly turned its head, emitting a muffled buzzing sound.

Zhou Sheng immediately withdrew his gaze, his pupils returned to normal, and he walked forward without changing his expression, his heart beating slightly faster.

What a terrifying stone statue!

The pressure from that stone statue was far greater than that from the rampant soldiers of Qinggu County. He had a strong premonition that if he forced his way in, he would surely die at the hands of that Rakshasa statue.

And this is just one of the gatekeepers for the ghost market.

What is the scene like in the ghost market?
Zhou Sheng shook his head, feeling his own weakness once again. It seemed that fifteen years of cultivation was still too little. He decided to set a small goal and reverse the numbers.

Work hard at performing!

He quickly arrived at Juxianlou, stepped inside, and saw the familiar scene again. However, unlike last time, this time he heard the cries of many children.

"Waaaaah, class teacher, please stop hitting me! I... I'll keep practicing!"

"It hurts!"

"It hurts! My leg feels like it's about to break!"

Zhou Sheng was taken aback when he saw Guan, the troupe leader, training the young actors in the distance.

Today, Master Guan wasn't wearing a mask, and Zhou Sheng was taken aback when he saw his true face.

His face was as red as a jujube, his lips as white as rouge, his eyes were like phoenixes, his eyebrows were like silkworms, and he had a dignified and imposing appearance.

He looks exactly like Guan Yu!

He suddenly remembered that among the diners in the restaurant, someone had mentioned that Guan Buping, the troupe leader of Juxianlou, was a famous painted-face actor in Jiangzhou in his early years. He was best known for his Guan Gong performances and was nicknamed "Living Guan Gong".

However, after Yao Tai Feng rose to prominence, he gradually retreated behind the scenes, rarely playing Guan Gong roles, and content to play a supporting role.

At this moment, this living Guan Yu was cruelly whipping a young actor with a rattan cane, each strike making a loud cracking sound.

"Whether it looks like a dragon or a tiger, it's only part of the picture. You have to be able to act like a dragon or a tiger. Once you're on stage, you need to have a clear idea of ​​what you're doing!"

"Even if it's just playing a dog or a minor role, you have to practice hundreds or thousands of times to make sure it's perfect..."

When he saw Zhou Sheng, Master Guan stopped scolding him and said with a smile, "Boss Long is here. Xiao Feng has been waiting for you for a long time and wants to rehearse with you."

"Red Thread, take Boss Long there."

Little Red Line, who was practicing the dog pose in the group, immediately did a somersault and ran over to grab Zhou Sheng's hand.

"Boss, you've finally arrived! Come with me!"

After walking for a while, Zhou Sheng quietly took out the bag of candied fruit and whispered, "Keep it for yourself. I'll bring you more if you need it." Hongxian's eyes immediately lit up.

"Boss, you're so good to me!"

She put a candied fruit in her mouth, her eyes almost squinting into slits, like a kitten enjoying the sunlight.

"Boss, I have something to report to you."

Her little face was full of seriousness; she had already consciously taken on the role of the little spy from Juxianlou.

"After you and Master left last night, Sister Feng seemed disappointed and a little angry after she finished her performance and came off the stage..."

Zhou Sheng paused, feeling genuinely embarrassed. After all, he had arranged to exchange ideas with someone after the performance, but he had slipped away as soon as the other person went on stage.

It makes it seem like he looks down on other people's performances.

"But don't worry, boss, Hongxian will protect you. In this Juxianlou, even Sister Feng has to give me some face!"

As they spoke, the two had already walked to the outside of a certain room.

Hongxian pushed the door open and entered, calling out, "Sister Feng—"

She was met with a pair of cold, sharp eyes.

Little Red Thread immediately closed the door, knocked three times respectfully, and, not daring to look the eldest in the eye, timidly asked, "Sister Feng... may I bring the eldest in?"

Zhou Sheng: "..."

"Come in."

Only after those two words were heard in the room did Xiao Hongxian push open the door.

Zhou Sheng looked up and was slightly taken aback.

Dressed in white with black hair, wearing a silk skirt and a blouse, she sat with her back to Zhou Sheng in front of a bronze mirror, the dim yellow surface of which vaguely reflected a cold and beautiful face.

A silver hairpin tucked stray hairs behind her ear, revealing a small cinnabar mole on her neck. On her crystal-clear earlobes, a pair of pearl droplets swayed gently.

Her clothes were as white as snow, and her beauty was as lovely as plum blossoms.

Even inside the house, there was a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

She seemed to be reading a book, her expression focused, without turning her head, and simply said, "Boss Long, you left in such a hurry last night, was it because Xiao Feng's performance didn't meet your standards?"

hiss!
Zhou Sheng gasped, then said with a wry smile, "Boss Feng, you've misunderstood. My master and I do have business to attend to; we need to visit an old friend—"

"It's probably to avoid the ghostly soldiers who came to investigate."

Her clear, melodious voice interrupted Zhou Sheng's fabricated lie.

At this moment, she finally closed the book, slowly turned around, and truly revealed her beautiful appearance to Zhou Sheng.

Her icy skin and frosty bones are difficult to depict in paintings; her distant eyebrows hold sharpness, and her eyes seem to hold stars.

A touch of vermilion, the color of snow, a crescent moon, locked in the cold chill.

She took off Zhao Zilong's white python robe and put on a moon-white pleated dress. With just a glance, the person in the mirror had transformed from a general on the battlefield into a beautiful young lady in her boudoir.

However, his slender, sword-like eyebrows still retained a hint of heroic spirit.

She still carries a touch of pride from the Peking Opera world, her face like a lotus blossom with delicate, sword-like eyebrows.

Zhou Sheng didn't know how to answer for a moment, then he heard her voice again.

“Boss Long, you have secrets. I won’t investigate them, but I hope you will stop lying to me.”

After a pause, seeing Zhou Sheng's awkward expression, her icy expression suddenly melted away, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Boss Long, you weren't satisfied with last night's performance? How about this one?"

Zhou Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized what she meant. Looking at the smile in her eyes, he was both amused and exasperated.

It turns out she was faking anger, deliberately putting on an act to tease herself.

"Nine out of ten times the anger is fake, and only one part is genuine. Boss Feng's performance of feigning anger as a female role actor is truly masterful."

He shook his head and smiled, then asked, "What kind of show should we put on tonight, Boss Feng? Do you have any ideas?"

Yao Taifeng pondered for a moment, then slowly uttered a sentence.

"Boss Long, can you sing 'Overlord'?"

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