A master of comedy!

Chapter 187 Muke Village

"He is skilled in warfare, deeply knowledgeable in strategy, renowned and awe-inspiring, and dedicated to protecting the Jinshan River!"

On the stage, Wan Yunyan's recitation was clear, melodious, and distinct, carrying both a touch of girlish coquettishness and the heroic spirit of a female warrior.

It was like the clear cry of a young phoenix from Kunshan, its voice echoing through the heavens.

In an instant, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence. After a brief silence, thunderous cheers suddenly erupted, almost causing the roof to collapse.

Singing, reciting, acting, and fighting are the four essential skills of traditional Chinese opera.

As soon as the recitation began, experts felt as if they were hearing celestial music, experiencing a profound sense of exhilaration from head to toe, as if every pore had been opened up.

Some people were shocked, but also showed a hint of doubt in their eyes.

A single line of dialogue seemed to evoke a figure in their minds.

A stunningly beautiful figure who once amazed the entire Jiangzhou, but gradually faded with time.

Old Li, who was standing next to Zhou Sheng, stared intently at Wan Yunyan, muttering to himself.

"It's her, she's back..."

"That's Boss Feng's voice..."

Another old man shook his head and said, "Impossible. Boss Feng never sang the Yang Family Generals. She never sang 'Mu Ke Zhai' even when she was alive."

Old Li was taken aback, unsure how to refute it. Had he really misheard?
"I am a disciple of an immortal, possessing unparalleled literary and martial talents. I have mastered the Linked Golden Lock Formation, surpassing even the Eight Trigrams Formation of yesteryear!"

As Wan Yunyan raised her eyes to appear, her dark, blackened eyes instantly brightened like lightning, seemingly possessing a power that struck straight to the heart.

At the same time, she used her right hand to "lift the curtain with an orchid-like gesture," her left foot stepped into a T-shape, her right foot lightly touched the ground, and suddenly she turned her wrist to stand the spear upright, the spear tip humming and vibrating, the red tassel fluttering like fire.

This movement is a perfect blend of strength and grace, full of heroic spirit. The sharpness and vigor in his eyes seem even more dazzling than the tip of a spear.

Unlike Mu Guiying, who led the veteran general to break through the Tianmen Formation, the Mu Guiying in "Mu Kezhai" is more like a wild phoenix just emerging from the mountains.

A blend of innocence and sharpness, naive yet exceptionally gifted, possessing intense emotions.

This kind of balance is very difficult to grasp, but 'Wan Yunyan' only used a gesture and a look to make all the audience believe that she was Mu Guiying.

The inexperienced Mu Guiying.

The cheers from the audience stopped, because many people had inexplicably teared up and were looking at the figure with surprise and uncertainty.

Then, as Wan Yunyan began to twirl her spear, the dazzling display of spear shadows was breathtaking. She unleashed a variety of techniques, such as the Crouching Fish Spear and the Drunken Step Spear, with movements as fluid as flowing water.

Finally, she tossed the spear three zhang high, catching the tassel with the tip of the feather as it fell. This was called "throwing the spear and catching the feather," a signature move of Yao Taifeng when she sang female warrior roles.

This action struck many people like a thunderbolt.

"Master Feng! This is Master Feng's signature skill!"

"Boss Feng is back!"

"Boss Feng!!"

Cheers and shouts rose and fell, the deafening roar of the audience making the entire roof resound.

The actors on stage were even more shocked than the audience.

They knew Wan Yunyan best, knowing that although she had some skills in Peking Opera, she could never reach such a pinnacle.

Only the legendary Boss Feng back then might have possessed such astonishing skill.

Could it be that……

For a moment, they dared not step forward, but only watched and learned quietly from the side.

Zhou Sheng, on the other hand, looked at the stunning woman on the stage with a smile on his face, his eyes full of admiration.

……

The city of Xunyang is quiet and profound at night, but Pipa Lane is an exception.

The place is brightly lit at night, and from the carved beams and painted rafters along the street, you can faintly hear unrestrained laughter.

"Let us drink and sing, for life is short." Zhou Sheng and Yao Taifeng walked side by side. She was still immersed in the emotion of her performance on stage and shared her thoughts with Zhou Sheng.

"So this is what possession feels like. It's a pity that Yunyan's skills are still not enough; I made a few mistakes..."

Zhou Sheng shook his head and smiled upon hearing this: "If that counts as a mistake, wouldn't every stage in the world be full of flaws?"

"Moreover, your appearance on stage this time has actually benefited Wan Yunyan. From now on, her fame will probably resound throughout the entire Jiangzhou."

"Her spirit possessed her, and she took to the stage to perform. Her identity as a top disciple of the Feng family is now confirmed."

Yao Taifeng didn't care at all and laughed, "As long as my former fans can enjoy the show and make the trip worthwhile, that's enough."

"And this also fulfills one of my regrets."

She didn't explicitly say what her regret was, but Zhou Sheng understood everything.

Because of her unresolved issues regarding her past, she never sang the songs of the Yang family generals while she was alive. Although she sang the song of Mu Guiying during the siege of the general, it was not on the stage.

Her performance of "Mu Ke Zhai" on stage this time allowed many of her former fans to see the Yang family generals from Yao Tai Feng's opera, which can be considered a kind of fulfillment.

"Danshan, thank you."

She suddenly stopped, put her hands behind her back, turned around, and looked at Zhou Sheng with a smile, her eyes like water.

"No need to thank me, we're friends—"

Zhou Sheng's words were abruptly cut short, because under the moonlight, the beautiful woman in purple, with a heroic air about her, suddenly tiptoed and quickly pecked him on the cheek.

It was indeed a "peck" rather than a kiss, because Boss Feng was also very nervous and almost used all her martial arts skills as a female warrior, touching and separating like a dragonfly skimming the water.

It was so fast it felt like an illusion.

However, the wonderful, warm, and slightly moist sensation lingered on my cheek for a long time.

Zhou Sheng froze on the spot, his pupils trembling, and he didn't react for a long time.

I...was kissed?

Are you still friends?

Yao Taifeng's fair face had a rosy glow, her eyes were bright and sparkling, and she smiled as if she could speak.

Even though she hadn't used any special eye techniques, Zhou Sheng inexplicably found it difficult to meet her gaze.

In fact, as they spent more time together, the ambiguity between the two grew stronger, and Zhou Sheng was well aware of this.

But he hesitated to reveal it, not because he disliked it, but because he had not yet mastered the craft.

The Ghost Festival plays were like a sword hanging over his head, always causing him much to ponder.

If that thin veil is pierced, but he dies in the Ghost Festival play, wouldn't that be letting down the beauty?
“I…we…”

Zhou Sheng felt a little awkward.

Yao Taifeng suddenly burst out laughing, reciting in a theatrical tone: "Hey! Where did this pretty-faced general come from? Daring to trespass on my Mu Ke Village's territory, look at your delicate skin..."

She laughed heartily, her voice slightly flippant.

"Watch me capture you and make you my bandit husband!"

Zhou Sheng was taken aback, but breathed a slight sigh of relief. It turned out that he was just acting and wanted to play a role-playing game.

He was about to respond in Yang Zongbao's tone when he suddenly caught sight of a figure not far away.

"Um... I didn't mean to disturb your fun game, it's just that this kitten got lost and is crying to see its owner."

In the darkness, the man slowly walked over, carrying a fat orange cat, his expression slightly amused.

The orange cat, on the other hand, stared wide-eyed and chuckled, speaking in a human voice.

"Boss, you guys are playing this kind of game again without inviting me! I want to play too!"

"I want to be the father of the bandit chieftain!"

(End of this chapter)