A master of comedy!

Chapter 149 The Yang Family Generals

Following Lu Zu, Zhou Sheng once again brought out a great deity, namely Guan Sheng Di Jun.

Of course, Uncle Guan could choose not to believe it, but he had prepared even more explanations to ensure that Uncle Guan would believe that Guan Sheng Di Jun had truly appeared to him in a dream.

With the Luoshu (Lo Shu Square) in hand, Zhou Sheng was confident that he could turn a lie into a reality.

But to everyone's surprise, Uncle Guan just gave him a deep look and didn't ask any further questions.

"Kill the tiger..."

"it is good."

A single word, "good," can determine life or death.

At that moment, Zhou Sheng suddenly understood that Uncle Guan wasn't without suspicion, but rather he didn't want to have any.

The order to kill the tiger was not Guan Yu's decree, but rather what Uncle Guan truly wanted to do.

The title of Emperor was merely the final push that gave him.

Zhou Sheng believed that even if he hadn't come tonight, Uncle Guan would have gone to retrieve the treasured sword on his own and taken some action.

Do you know why I shelved my sword back then?

Guan Buping stroked the Guan Dao with great affection, his eyes gleaming, and his entire demeanor seemed to have undergone a tremendous change.

It was as if heavy shackles had been broken, finally allowing one to stretch their muscles and invigorate their spirit.

"Is it because... Uncle Guan is afraid that singing Guan Gong opera would tarnish the ancestor's reputation?"

"Of course not."

Guan Buping shook his head and said, "When I was young, I felt the same as Xiao Feng, that we shouldn't sing Guan Gong operas, otherwise it would be an insult to our ancestors. But later I realized that as a descendant, isn't it also a righteous path to spread Guan Gong operas far and wide and let more people know and respect our ancestors through operas?"

Zhou Sheng nodded, deeply agreeing.

"When I was young, I relied on my martial arts skills to join the army and made many meritorious contributions. However, the court was corrupt and treacherous officials were in power. It was one thing for them to steal my military merits, but they even killed innocent people to claim credit for them!"

"Those simple and honest people thought they were being greeted by government troops to suppress bandits, and they lined the road with food and drink to welcome them. But they never expected to be greeted by beasts who were even more depraved than the bandits!"

"When I arrived, the entire village, men, women, and children, had been beheaded..."

Even after many years, when talking about this incident, Guan Buping still exudes a murderous aura and is filled with rage. His phoenix eyes are slightly closed, and a glint of light, like a blade, is faintly visible.

"After beheading those beasts, I escaped and went into hiding, eventually arriving in Xunyang City. By a twist of fate, I ended up working as an opera singer."

"As my Guan Gong opera performances became better and better, and my reputation grew, many people revered me as a god. Often, parents would kneel down and beg me to use Guan Gong's robe and crescent blade to slay the disease in their children during the performances."

Guan Buping's voice gradually faded, and his gaze, no longer sharp, turned slightly red.

"According to the rules of Guan Gong opera, I shouldn't have done that, but I did it anyway."

"Once, twice, three times..."

Guan Buping gripped his Guan Dao tightly and uttered a cold number.

"A total of one hundred and forty-eight times."

Zhou Sheng asked, "How are those sick children doing?"

Guan Buping was silent for a moment, then said, "I attended the funeral of each and every one of them."

Zhou Sheng was slightly shocked, and at the same time he understood why Uncle Guan had sheathed his sword and stopped performing Guan Gong operas.

"The Guan Gong on the stage is ultimately a fake, but I gave people real hope. Isn't that a kind of cruelty to them?"

"I suddenly felt that singing Guan Gong operas seemed to have no meaning. What this world lacks is not heroes, but money for medical treatment and medicine."

After a pause, Guan Buping sighed and said, "Do you know that there was a mother who was very poor and sold almost everything in her house to pay for her child's medical treatment, but the doctor said that he would not live for more than a month?"

“That mother traveled a long way, wearing out three pairs of shoes, and knelt at my feet almost like a pilgrim. I specially put on a Guan Gong opera for her, burned incense and presented a petition, hoping for a miracle. But in the end, just as I was performing, her child died.”

"She was grateful to me, saying that Guan Yu had taken the child as a page, and that he was enjoying blessings in heaven..."

Zhou Sheng comforted him, saying, "If it can offer solace and ease the pain of separation by death, then it's not a bad thing—"

"The next day, the mother committed suicide."

Zhou Sheng's words came to an abrupt end.

“After that, I sheathed my sword and never sang Guan Gong operas again.”

"But this time, I want to sing again."

Guan Buping turned around, knife in hand, and walked towards the theater.

"Killing the tiger counts as Guan's responsibility."

Zhou Sheng nodded, about to reply, when he heard a voice from the second floor. "Count me in too, I want to sing...The Generals of the Yang Family."

Yao Taifeng suddenly pushed open the second-floor window, smiled faintly, raised her eyes to show herself, her brows and eyes full of heroic spirit.

"Of the seven sons and eight tigers of the Yang family generals, how could I, Cheng Xiaowu, be missing? I want to sing the role of the sixth son!"

Xiao Wu also came out of the theater, excitedly saying.

His wife, Yunniang, was always composed, but this time she did not stop her husband. Instead, she said, "Although I am dressed in blue, I can still cross-dress as Seventh Master!"

"In that case, I shall sing a song about General Yang."

An elderly opera singer, who had been performing in painted-face roles for many years, stroked his beard and smiled.

"I want to sing Erlang!"

"I also want to sing Erlang, but your foundation is worse than mine, so get out of the way!"

"Heh, wanna have a contest?"

"Let's compete! Who's afraid of who!"

……

A cacophony of noise erupted, accompanied by shouts and cries of fighting.

"Stop fighting!"

Hongxian quickly stepped forward and earnestly persuaded, "Actually, I want to play your mother..."

The two immediately turned their guns around and began to pursue and shoot at the red line.

"Boss, boss!"

Someone beat up your henchman!

……

The scene was chaotic, but Zhou Sheng felt a warmth in his heart.

Of the Yang family generals, seven went away, and six returned.

Although he had made thorough preparations, the people in the theater had no idea that killing the vicious tiger that had dominated the ghost city for many years was no less dangerous than the Battle of Golden Beach.

But they still chose to help.

A one-man show is no show.

For the first time, Zhou Sheng truly felt the meaning behind those words.

……

Back home, Yu Zhensheng sipped his cloud and mist tea, leisurely reclining in a chair, and chuckled, "So, all your arrangements have gone smoothly?"

"It's all done."

"Just waiting for the gong to be raised?"

"Just waiting for the gong to be raised."

Yu Zhensheng put down his teacup and said seriously, "You brat, have you forgotten your master again? Tell me, what should I sing this time?"

"For the sake of Master Lü, I will listen to your arrangement this once."

“Master, you are the grand finale of this show, and of course, you have the most important task.”

Yu Zhensheng smiled faintly and said arrogantly, "I knew you'd still have to rely on me. Tell me, what do you need me to do? I asked you before, but you wouldn't tell me no matter what."

"Master, this grand finale of your performance is not easy to sing..."

Zhou Sheng hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Stop rambling. Your master loves difficult operas the most. If it's not challenging, I won't sing it!"

As he spoke, Yu Zhensheng picked up his teacup and continued to sip his tea.

The tea sent by the mountain god of Lushan was indeed of the highest quality, with a refreshing and delightful aroma that soothed the soul.

"Master, I want you to fight the city lord."

"puff!"

Yu Zhensheng vomited all over his disciple.

……

(End of this chapter)