My Wandering Swordsman

A film?

Generally speaking, anything that can be named with a single word is, without exception, something that is widely known among the public, so much so that a single word can evoke a sense of connection to it—a truly remarkable thing.

The so-called "films" are among the best.

Unfortunately, as an eighteen-year-old country bumpkin, I really can't understand the profound meaning of the term "pian'er" at this moment.

So, almost instinctively, I blurted out, "Wh-what movie?"

The man in the floral shirt scoffed.

"Of course it's a naked butt video." He tilted his head, looking me up and down. "Speaking of which, didn't you come here for the butt?"

What's wrong?!

My mind went blank for a moment.

This kid glanced at me and knew I was looking for my butt? That's incredible! He's a prophet! A true master! He's definitely a legendary reclusive expert! My dad was right, the world is vast and full of hidden talents; even a random ticket seller on the street could be a master hiding his true abilities.

For a moment, I was so excited that my tongue almost tied itself, and I stammered forward, "B-Master, I want to see the film!"

"Please enlighten me."

The man in the floral shirt seemed pleased with my reaction, and slowly extended his hand, saying crisply, "Ten yuan."

Wow.

The price was really high. But for my dad's sake, I didn't hesitate, took out ten yuan from my pocket, and handed it over.

He casually put the floral shirt away, then gestured inside with his chin: "Go in, don't make a sound, and leave on your own after you're done."

"I understand! Thank you so much, Master!" I nodded repeatedly, my heart filled with gratitude.

I lifted the thick black curtain, and an indescribable odor hit my face. There was a pungent smell of smoke, a smell of sweat, and a strange "human smell," which almost made me fall over.

It was so dark inside that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I squinted and it took me a while to adjust before I could barely make out what I was seeing.

Good heavens! There are so many people, a dense mass of heads, all standing there like tombstones in a cemetery.

Cigarettes flickered, and the entire room was completely silent.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing here is a huge white curtain right in front of us.

When I went in, the curtain was emitting a faint white light.

I squinted, and following everyone's gaze, I subconsciously turned my eyes to the large screen directly in front of me...

Ouch I'm going!

The master wasn't wrong after all; on the screen, it really was his mother's buttocks.

And it wasn't just one; four or five round, plump buttocks were intertwined, doing some actions that I couldn't quite understand at the time.

My pupils immediately contracted, and my heart skipped a beat.

Even someone as naive as me realized what was happening at that moment.

This is... the legendary "underground screening room" that can only be found in big cities!

Don't underestimate me just because I'm from the countryside. There are a few young men in the village who went out to work at a young age, and every year when they come back for the Spring Festival, they brag to us about the glamorous world of the city.

Back then, mobile phones were still a rarity, let alone cheap mobile games.

So before working people had enough money to go to brothels, these underground cinemas where you could watch a movie for just a few dollars were the dream destination of almost every teenager.

Did I stumble upon this place by accident?

A scene from the train flashed through my mind, and my face instantly turned red.

I am still young, and besides, martial artists should avoid depleting their vital energy. My father has been scolded by the master for this matter. I cannot stay in such a filthy place, as it will corrupt my Daoist heart!

I instinctively took a half step back and was about to turn around and leave this place of trouble.

But as soon as my left side peeked out from behind the curtain, I shuddered.

There's a lecherous monk eyeing the place from outside. Although it's a bit filthy, at least there's a sentry at the entrance. The lecherous monk has no money, so he probably won't be able to get in even if he wanted to.

Thinking of this, I slowly pulled my outstretched foot back.

Turn around, lean against the wall, examine...

Well, I have to say, this thing called "human body art"... it's really something else! The ten-yuan ticket price is definitely worth every penny.

The sight before me made my mouth dry and my heart race; it felt as if a door to a new world was slowly opening in front of me.

A short while later, the precious film came to an end. The figures on the screen began to blur, and accompanied by strange music, the picture gradually darkened.

A few guys who had finished were comfortably straightening up, pulling up their pants, yawning, and starting to leave. Seeing this, I quickly squeezed forward a few spaces, found a better spot, and slowly squatted down, happily waiting for the next act to begin.

Father, do you know how much suffering and sacrifice your son endured in the big city to find those three moles on your head...?

I muttered to myself as I tried to calm my excited emotions.

Unfortunately, sometimes even drinking cold water can cause problems for people.

I'm still squatting there and haven't warmed up yet...

"Sizzle—"

The black curtain outside was completely torn down.

"Police! Don't move! Hands over your head!"

I was completely dumbfounded.

What the hell? A policeman?

The next second, several beams of powerful flashlights swept in, and a group of policemen in peaked caps rushed into the house, making it an even bigger scene than the day my father was arrested.

Before I could react, the sea of ​​heads all around me exploded.

"Holy crap! Lei Zi!"

"Run!"

The room instantly descended into chaos.

Someone screamed and lunged toward the window, only to find that it had already been blocked by three or five policemen.

Some people tried to squeeze into the toilet, but the door was too small, and it got stuck after three or four people squeezed in. The first few shirtless men, not even bothering to pull up their pants, tried to rush out by holding up their waistbands, but were kicked back by the police officers guarding the door.

"Squat down! All of you squat down and behave yourselves."

The police filed in, the leader wearing a white shirt, presumably an officer, who shouted:

"I am the director of Yudou Road Police Station. Listen up, everyone. You are watching pornographic films in a group, which is illegal. Now, put your hands on your heads and slowly walk out."

what?

Is it illegal?

It took me a while to realize that I seemed to be one of the lawbreakers the police were referring to. Wait, what kind of day is this? Going to the movies is illegal?

The police didn't give me a chance to speak and forced us to stand outside.

There were indeed quite a few people, neatly arranged in three rows.

A young policeman counted heads one by one: "One, two, three... thirty-seven! Okay, that's enough for ten tables of mahjong."

An older policeman standing nearby said with a stern face, "Stop talking nonsense, take them all away."

A group of "criminals" were pushed and shoved onto a large troop transport vehicle.