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Chapter 1181 Xia Liuqing: Young people have no martial ethics! (Please subscribe!)

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Hidden in the old city of Tianjin is a theater with faded red paint. The golden plaque with "Tongchun Theater" on the blue brick lintel has turned black due to being soaked by rain.

Hua Shier walked into the partition door carved with peony patterns. The scent of sandalwood wrapped in the smell of ink hit him in the face. The brass palace lanterns hanging between the pillars on the second floor were emitting warm light, casting mottled light and shadows on the faces of the tea drinkers in the hall.

I found a seat near the front and sat down. The waiter brought tea and snacks on a black lacquered wooden tray and called out in a crisp voice:

"Three skins and two fillings, a pile of sugar and dipped in honey!"

After shouting, they placed each item on the table with quick movements. Next to the red-painted bowl, fried vegetarian rolls were placed. The golden skin was sizzling with the aroma of peppercorns.

In the mother-of-pearl inlaid storage box, twisted golden threads are curled up in the porcelain plate, and the soybean powder rolled by the donkey falls on the edge of the blue and white porcelain plate.

Hua Shier glanced at the side of the stage and saw the words "famous actress Xia Liuqing" written below the name of the song "Mu Guiying Takes Command" on the placard.

I drank some tea, ate some snacks, and listened to the amateur actors around me bragging for a while. When the show started, I suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums from backstage, and the sound of cracking melon seeds in the audience suddenly quieted down.

The scarlet curtain suddenly rolled up, and under the seven-star forehead inlaid with sequins, a female warrior appeared in short shoes and holding a spear.

"Three cannon shots outside the camp gate - clouds - mist - shaking -"

Xia Liuqing, a famous opera actor since the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, is 97 years old, but as soon as he opens his mouth he sings with such melodious tunes that his fans know that he is still as skilled as ever.

The embroidered gold general flag fluttered behind him, and a half-broken phoenix hairpin was inserted diagonally on his kingfisher-inlaid headpiece. When the silver spear stabbed, the flag behind his head flipped into dark green wave patterns. The 97-year-old man actually performed the "kite flip" on the stage, and the old drama fans cheered loudly.

"Who said it's hard for a girl to be a commander?"

Xia Liuqing stomped her copper-soled boots hard, and her gesture of taking out the feather suddenly became strange like a seal. Her eyes under the phoenix-wing helmet split the dust in the room, and she really looked like the fifty-year-old female marshal who was heavily armored.

As soon as Xia Liuqing appeared on the stage, he won a standing ovation.

When it comes to Peking Opera, Hua Twelve is a master. Xia Liuqing's voice is not as good as that of the original bosses Cheng and Mei, but it is not much worse.

Well, Boss Cheng is referring to his identity Cheng Dieyi in the 'Farewell My Concubine World'.

Hua Shier seemed to have returned to the days when he was in the theater. He followed the audience in cheering for the performance, then took out a few golden melon seeds from his pocket, which was actually his storage space, and scattered them on the stage:

"reward!"

Fu Rong: Bounty for sunflower seeds? So I was really taken advantage of!

The golden melon seeds clinked and fell on the stage, shining brightly under the light. How could they be so bright if they were not real gold!

This practice of throwing golden melon seeds onto the stage when the opera was getting exciting happened decades ago. Although modern opera fans have heard of it, who has seen it with their own eyes?

Even Xia Liuqing, who lived through that time, was stunned. A trace of memories flashed in his eyes, along with the joy of being recognized by the audience even at such an old age.

The actors, amateurs, and waiters on and off the stage all looked at Hua Twelve, who was calm and composed, and asked with a loud smile:

"You don't want to thank me for the reward?"

There must be thanks for the reward, that’s the rule!

But only Xia Liuqing remembered the rules, but he had put on makeup and was in the play, so he couldn't open his mouth, otherwise the play would be ruined.

Fortunately, the theater owner was there too. His ancestors were all in the opera industry. He had heard about this story from the elders and immediately shouted according to what he remembered from what the elders had taught him.

The words of thanks that he had not shouted in the garden for decades burst out from his throat:

"Tianzi Bingzuo, a handful of golden melon seeds as a reward."

The tail note swirled and climbed up the beams of the house. At the right moment, a quick breeze sounded on the stage. Xia Liuqing continued to perform to the beat of gongs and drums, and the garden returned to normal.

"Mu Guiying Takes Command" was sung for more than two hours. When the show ended, it was already dark. Hua Shier sat there without moving. After a while, someone came to invite him:

"Dear guest, Mr. Xia invites you to meet him backstage!"

Hua Shier stood up with a smile and followed the waiter to the backstage.

As a famous actress, Xia Liuqing had her own dressing room. The waiter said to Hua Twelve:

"Mrs. Xia is removing her makeup inside. Please go in by yourself, sir. I have other things to do!"

Hua Twelve thanked him, pushed the door open and entered Huahuangjian, only to see Xia Liuqing removing her makeup in front of the mirror.

Hearing the noise, Xia Liuqing kept moving his hands, turned to Hua Twelve and said with a smile:

"There aren't many young people who like to listen to opera nowadays, and I haven't met an old man who rewards gold melon seeds for decades!"

"I heard from the theater owner that you didn't leave after the show. Do you have something to ask the old man?"

"Otherwise, there's no point in wasting time looking for those golden pumpkin seeds. They're hard to come by now!"

He spoke with great certainty, believing that Hua Twelve had something to ask him.

Hua Twelve smiled and nodded: "It is true that I need your help with a small matter!"

Xia Liuqing wiped off the last smear of paint on his face, then turned around and said with a laugh:

"The old man is in a good mood today, so just tell me what you want to say. But let me make it clear first, at my age, I am afraid I am not capable of teaching apprentices or singing in the temple."

Seeing that Hua Twelve knew the rules, he thought he was seeking matters related to the opera world.

Unexpectedly, Hua Twelve shook his head and said:

"Neither. I have two things to ask you. The first is that I heard that the Godhead Mask you practiced is pretty good. I want this technique!"

"The second thing is also simple. I want to meet Lu Liang. Can you please introduce me to me, Mr. Xia?"

Xia Liuqing's smile instantly faded, replaced by a strong murderous aura:

"Who are you, a disciple of the Ten Elders, or someone from the company?"

Hua Twelve smiled and shook his head:

"Don't guess. It's none of them. I'm not here to rob you. I want to make a fair deal with you. If you want money, I'll give you gold to pay for it. If you have other requests, we can discuss it. Do you think what I say is okay?"

Xia Liuqing's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes were full of suspicion, but he said:

"Okay, of course, but it's not very convenient here, you have to go talk to me somewhere else!"

Hua Twelve knew very well that the old man had no good intentions in asking him to go somewhere else, but he also felt that it would be inconvenient to take action if the talks failed here. Xia Liuqing's suggestion was exactly what he wanted, so he made a gesture of invitation:

"Let's go!"

Xia Liuqing said hello to the theater owner and left through the back door with Hua Shier. The back door was a narrow alley and was quite dark at night.

He took a few steps, turned around and grinned at Hua Twelve:

"I see that you are confused and not talented. It's not difficult to get my things or ask me to do something, but you have to see if you are qualified. If you can't keep up with me, then I advise you to go back and study hard. Don't fool around, or you might lose your life!"

As Xia Liuqing spoke, his face changed suddenly. The tip of his nose was white, his cheeks were gray, and he had a rat-like face and eyes.

He let out a short shout in an operatic tone, and his body shrank three inches, hunched over like a skinny rat.

The clothes turned into a nightgown, with a black satin base, a cross-shaped belt diagonally tied at the chest, a silk sash wrapped around the waist, sleeves and trousers tightly bound, and a black soft silk hat worn askew, with pompoms fluttering with every movement.

Hua Twelve raised his eyebrows and said, "The flea Shi Qian on the drum?"

"Good eyesight, follow closely, kid!"

Under the moonlight, Xia Liuqing tiptoed up the low wall in the alley behind the theater, and ran on the wall in the blind spot of the surveillance camera, flying over the eaves and walls as if he were walking on flat ground. He was just like the ancestor of the thief who could fly over the eaves and walls in Water Margin.

"interesting!"

Hua Twelve took a step and flew up to the roof, following slowly behind.

When Xia Liuqing turned around, he saw that the young man had caught up with him. He smiled coldly, quickened his pace, jumped over the roof and ran at full speed.

Half an hour later, Xia Liuqing ran to a construction site that had been abandoned for several years and had not yet been started. He sat down on a pile of sand covered with grass and began to pant:

"I'm old. I almost lost my life after getting rid of a young man!"

Just then, a whistle suddenly sounded behind him.

Xia Liuqing turned his head suddenly and saw Hua Twelve squatting on the top of the sand pile under the moonlight, holding a can of Coke with water droplets on the surface and pouring it into his mouth. Seeing him looking at him, he smiled and asked:

"Ice-cold happy water, would you like some?"

Xia Liuqing's pupils shrank, and he stood up suddenly, pointing at Hua Twelve and asked:

"I didn't expect that my Qi-reading skills would fail sometimes. You can get ahead of me, so you must be someone famous. Who are you?"

Hua Twelve's smile remains unchanged:

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that you just said you wanted to test me. Now that you have tested me, do you think I am qualified to trade fairly with you?"

Xia Liuqing gritted his teeth:

"It's not enough. I still need to measure it with you. Get ready, kid. Don't die here."

He wiped his face again and his attire changed again, this time it turned into golden and red paint, his sword-like eyebrows were deep in his temples, his forehead was imprinted with cinnabar, his hunched body suddenly straightened up, his night clothes turned into a white robe and silver armor, he was tied with a jade belt around his waist, and he held a red flower spear in his hand, looking majestic and murderous.

"Look at the gun!"

Xia Liuqing sang in an operatic voice, then flew up into the air, pointing his spear straight at the top of the sand pile, aiming at Hua Twelve's throat.

"Yang Liulang?"

Hua didn't even try to dodge, the spear tip was piercing his throat, with a ding sound, as if it hit gold or iron, sparks flew, and even the spear shaft was bent into a U shape, but this shot didn't break his skin at all.

Yang Liulang's expression changed drastically: "Great Golden Bell Cover! Are you Xiao Zizai?"

After he said that, he used the rebound force of the stretched gun body to leap backwards and was about to withdraw. Xiao Zizai was a temporary worker who could go everywhere. If it was the person in front of him, his old bones would not want to get into trouble.

Hua Twelve held the Coke bottle in his left hand and reached out to Xia Liuqing in the air with his right hand. He activated the Dragon Capturing Technique that he hadn't used for a long time and directly grabbed Old Man Xia back from mid-air. He threw him at his feet and stepped on him, rendering him unable to move.

"I'm not Xiao Zizai, Old Man Xia. Am I qualified to trade with you now?"

Xia Liuqing stiffened his neck:

"I don't accept it. I still have Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong, Guandi, and Erlang Shenjun, who haven't been deployed yet. They may be able to break your golden bell. If you have the guts, let me go and fight again!"

Hua Twelve's face darkened and he sighed:

"Hey, it seems like you're cheating. I said I wanted to trade with you, but why didn't you seize the opportunity?"

His eyes became fierce: "Now I regret and change to robbing, if you don't hand over the skills, you won't survive tonight!"

Xia Liuqing snorted coldly:

"Threatening me? I thought this day would come decades ago. Now that I'm in your hands, you can kill me if you want. Why waste your words!"

"it is good!"

Hua Twelve raised the corner of his mouth. He liked hard bones, and immediately wanted to use the Coke in his hand to let Old Man Xia taste the taste of the Life and Death Talisman.

But on second thought, the pain caused by the life and death talisman is so severe that one cannot live or die. This old man is almost a hundred years old. I don't want him to die by then.

Hua Twelve immediately changed his mind and raised his palm as if to chop:

"Old Xia, if you don't hand over your skills, I'll kill you and then go find Mei Jinfeng. I heard that you two have a good relationship, maybe she can know your skills!"

Mei Jinfeng and Xia Liuqing are both elders of the "Quanxing Organization". Xia Liuqing has been pursuing Duofang since his youth until his old age, but the other party likes Wu Gensheng, the former leader of Quanxing. In other words, Xia Liuqing is Mei Jinfeng's licker.

Hua Twelve is actually Hu Xia Liuqing, but when he becomes a bootlicker, he loses his IQ. When Old Man Xia heard that such a powerful mysterious man was going to cause trouble for his goddess, he immediately got scared:

"Young people don't have martial ethics. Isn't it enough for me to give it to you? You must not cause trouble for Jin Feng!"

He immediately explained the practice method of the 'Mask of Divinity'.

With Hua Twelve's level of cultivation, he knew that Xia Liuqing was not lying after listening to it once, and he instantly understood the principle of this skill. It was similar to the secret technique of divine fighting, but more mysterious.

"I remember you also have a glove that can increase the power of your skills, right?"

Hua Twelve thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. I don't think it will improve much. I'll just leave this to you as a legacy!"

He did a backflip, jumped off the sand pile, walked out of the construction site, and said without looking back:

"Old Xia, let me remind you, have you ever heard the saying 'A dog licks a dog, and in the end he'll be left with nothing?'"

Xia Liuqing also keeps up with the times. He has also heard this widely circulated saying on the Internet. He knows what Hua Twelve means and immediately said angrily:

"Money can't buy my happiness, so what do you care about me?"

Hua Twelve laughed: "That's right, you are over 90 years old, the sunk cost is too high, then just keep licking, you are addicted anyway!"

When Xia Liuqing got up from the ground, holding his old waist, Hua Shier's figure had already disappeared.

He squinted his dim old eyes and looked around, muttering, "Strange, this kid really doesn't want to kill me."

Two hours later.

Under the moonlight, Old Man Xia limped towards the theater. When he was almost there, he grimaced in pain from his lower back:

"Hiss, young people nowadays don't know how to respect the elderly. Look at how they stepped on my waist. I was stepped on by them too. Why did I run so far away?"

Before he could finish his words, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up.

Xia Liuqing turned around suddenly and saw a shovel shining coldly in the moonlight, already swung to his nose.

"boom!"

There was a crisp, dull thud, and before Old Xia could even yell "Ouch" or see who was coming, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground like a dead log.

A figure with shoulder-length hair and a baseball cap slowly approached, squatted down, reached into his collar, and took out a few golden melon seeds.

"Gold."

The visitor held the golden melon seeds up to the moonlight, looked at them, and then bit them with his teeth to confirm that they were real.

Then he took out a handful of crumpled bills from his trouser pocket, including hundreds and fifty notes, and counted them one by one with his saliva.

"One kua. Two kua, a total of five kua." She counted the golden melon seeds and stuffed the banknotes into Xia Liuqing's pocket accordingly.

Finally, all the money in his hand was stuffed into Xia Liuqing's pocket. He tilted his head and thought for a while, then took out a fifty-yuan bill:

"Leave one to buy three bowls of mixed noodles."

Finally, she put all the remaining pumpkin seeds into her pocket, making a tinkling sound.

Before leaving, he thoughtfully straightened Xia Liuqing's crooked wig and patted him on the shoulder:

"Fair trade, no problem."

Hua Shier returned to school, and before he entered the campus, his cell phone rang. He took a look and saw that it was a message from Fu Rong, who had transferred 10,000 yuan to him.

"Boss, I got another big order today, so I'll give you half of the bonus. I'm sharing my happiness with you, so you can't refuse it!"

Hua Shier thought about the handful of golden melon seeds he had thrown out and thought to himself that it was really accurate. He had just spent the money when the bill arrived.

He replied with a message: "Since you want to share happiness, then I will help you. It’s a reluctant acceptance!" After that, he clicked the acceptance button without hesitation.

Cao Dahua: You have learned my essence!

Fu Rong sent a thank you emoji and then sent a message:

"Good night, remember to think of me!"

Hua Shier smiled and put his phone back into his pocket. He looked up and saw a few customers having a midnight snack in the fast food restaurant near the school.

He saw Zhang Chulan at a glance, turned around and walked over, and greeted him as soon as he entered the door:

"Chu Lan, you didn't even call me for supper!"

The seven or eight people at Zhang Chulan's table were all big and strong, or had slim waists and broad backs, and had a good physique.

At this time, these people had enough food to eat and their mouths were full of oil.

Zhang Chulan smiled awkwardly when he saw Hua Twelve: "I came here to eat with the seniors!"

Among those people whom he called seniors, one of the handsome boys glanced at Hua Twelve sideways, said nothing, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then threw it directly into the plate:

"We're done eating, let's go!"

Seven or eight people stood up and walked out. Zhang Chulan shouted from behind:

"Senior!"

The one who had just spoken turned around and said, "Chu Lan, remember to settle the bill!"

Zhang Chulan's face suddenly turned bitter:

"Senior, please stop teasing me. I didn't eat a single bite. Besides, I don't have any money with me!"

The senior turned around and said impatiently:

"If you don't have any money, can't you just leave your student ID here? If not, he's your friend, why don't you borrow money from him?"

The restaurant owner looked at these college students eagerly:

"I don't care who's going to pay. Three hundred and eighty-seven. I'll take the change. Three hundred and eighty. Pay me quickly so I can close the shop!"

The seniors all urged Zhang Chulan, "Did you hear that? Pay the bill quickly!"

"Oh"

Zhang Chulan clenched his fists, but slowly loosened them, and then really took out his student ID:

"Boss, I'll deposit my student ID first and give you the money later, okay?"

Hua Shier finally understood that Zhang Chulan was bullied again and was caught and treated as a scapegoat.

He snatched Zhang Chulan's student ID card:

"What are you betting on? You haven't eaten anything yet, so why are you paying?"

He turned to the boss and said, "Go ask whoever ate the food for it. If it doesn't work, call the police!"

After saying that, he took Zhang Chulan and left.

The seniors immediately surrounded him and asked, "Where are you from, kid? Are you looking for trouble?"

Hua Shier laughed: "You didn't pay for the meal, and you want to beat me up? Come on, try to use me. If I don't get you guys expelled from school, I'll take your last name!"

After he said that, no one dared to move, because if a fight outside of school caused trouble, it would be difficult to explain to the school.

Hua Shier pushed away the guy who threatened Zhang Chulan before:

"Don't get in the way until you do something!"

When we walked out of the restaurant, we heard the restaurant owner's voice behind us warning the students:

"I know you're all from the basketball team. If you don't give me money, I'll go to your school tomorrow!"

On the way back, Hua Shier finally realized that Zhang Chulan thought it was easier to find a girlfriend if he was on the basketball team, so he wanted to join the basketball team.

The person who spoke just now was the captain of the basketball team. Zhang Chulan wanted to ask him to get him into the team, but he had extorted money from him several times, but the task was never completed.

Hua Twelve said with a smile: "Why play basketball? I'll take you to learn yoga someday. There are all beautiful girls there!"

"Really?" Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

When they returned to the school gate, they found that it was already curfew time. The two of them went around to the small woods at the back and climbed over the wall to get in.

As soon as they climbed in, several figures came in from behind and surrounded them. They were the members of the basketball team just now.

"Beat him!"

Someone shouted, and seven or eight basketball players rushed towards Hua Shier and Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan habitually pretended to be a coward. He squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, ready to be beaten.

Hua Shier pulled out a folding stool from somewhere and swung it, knocking down seven or eight people to the ground. They groaned and groaned, not daring to get up.

Zhang Chulan came back to his senses and asked in surprise:

"Where did you get the folding stool?"

Hua Twelve casually threw the folding stool aside and said with a smile:

"I just picked it up casually. Maybe someone dropped it here. I'm lucky. Sometimes I can even pick up a frying pan!"

"really?"

"Go back to bed!"

The next day, I was in class.

A classmate came over and put an envelope in Hua Twelve's hand:

"Student Hua, someone asked me to pass this to you!"

Hua Twelve said thank you.

As soon as the other party left, he opened it curiously and poured out a handful of golden melon seeds from the envelope. These were the ones he gave to Xia Liuqing as a reward yesterday.

Hua Twelve raised his eyebrows: "This old Xia is quite interesting. This lets me know that he knows my background!"

Thanks: 08a, Brother Xiaoxiaohu from the Demon World for the reward, and thanks to the brothers who voted for the monthly ticket and the recommendation ticket, thank you very much.

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