Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 243 Father and Mother
Guo Jing failed to persuade Huang Rong after all, and the two of them found a few "extras" to act with him. Since Guo Jing had personally experienced Mu Nianci's martial arts competition to win her hand in marriage, it was easier for him to recover. After rehearsing privately for a few times, he could at least perform in front of no audience with 50% to 60% of the original feeling. As for how he would perform when he was really on stage, no one could tell.

Then they asked Yinzi to jump the queue and start their performance in the city center as soon as possible.

The fog on this day was obviously much thicker than in the past few days, so there were fewer people coming to watch the show. Several "actors" on the stage were performing according to their previous rehearsals.

At this time, the performance was about a fight between a fat man and a monk. The two of them were fighting back and forth on the stage, with whips and swords flying, and the killing was very lively.

The audience in the fog cheered, but they retreated as if they had agreed to do so, moving in unison like a group of emotionless robots.

The fighting arena, which was originally quite spacious, now seemed even more spacious in the fog.

The person standing in the fog gradually became blurred, not like a person... but more like a ghost.

The man who played Mu Yi walked up to the two men. His resonant voice was blocked by the fog and seemed to be out of breath: "Stop, you two. This is the capital. You are not allowed to swing swords or guns."

The two men subconsciously paused for a moment, then pounced on each other again, but their movements seemed a little slower than before.

This 'Mu Yi' let out a roar, stepped forward, kicked the monk's sword out of his hand, and grabbed the head of the iron whip, pulling it and snatching it. The fat man couldn't hold it anymore and let go of it as well.

Throwing the iron whip heavily to the ground, the monk and the fat man each picked up their weapons and left under the cover of the fog.

There was a burst of sparse laughter from the audience.

The laughter came one after another, and was particularly creepy against the backdrop of the fog.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the stage like a ghost, and said to Huang Rong, who was dressed as Mu Nianci, "Is the one who is competing for a husband... this lady?"

Huang Rong lowered her head and did not answer.

Mu Yi immediately stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "My last name is Mu, what can I do for you, sir?"

He opened his eyes wide and saw clearly who the person who suddenly appeared was. Although he tried to remain calm on his face, his weak knees showed his current mood.

"What are the rules for the martial arts competition to win a bride?" The person who suddenly appeared seemed to be lost in memories.

'Mu Yi' didn't react at first. After all, usually at this stage of the performance, this person would just say "ok", and then take the girl away directly, bringing her back to the palace to have fun. As for the other 'actors', they naturally received their rewards.

When the man's dark eyes glanced over, this 'Mu Yi' suddenly reacted and told him all the rules of the martial arts competition like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube. There was no emotion in his words, only technique.

"Then I'll give it a try." Yang Kang stood in the center of the ring, his eyes greedily scanning Huang Rong who was dressed as Mu Nianci.

At this time, it should have been the 'Mu Yi' who stepped forward and broke the situation.

He said that the gap between their status was too great and he did not dare to covet wealth and fame.

But the actor who plays "Mu Yi" came here for wealth and fame. Under the pressure of Yang Kang's aura, it is difficult for him to say anything against his true feelings.

At this time, he wished he could sell the cheap girl immediately in exchange for some benefits and wealth.

Yang Kang's eyes suddenly became playful, he sometimes looked at Huang Rong, sometimes quietly stood in the audience, waiting for Guo Jing who played "himself", an evil smile was written all over his face.

He knew Guo Jing's plan and Huang Rong's tricks, but he didn't care.

He just wanted to play with them, but now it seemed that the unprofessionalism of some people had affected his mood of playing.

So, if this awkward situation continues, he’s going to kill someone!

"My father and I are just country bumpkins. We dare not fight with you, young master. Let's say goodbye now." A voice came from the audience.

The voice seemed familiar, causing Huang Rong and Yang Kang on the stage to look over.

But the fog is too thick, and today is a cloudy day with no sunlight. I'm afraid the fog won't dissipate much before noon.

"Uncle Yang...Uncle Yang?" Guo Jing's voice rang out among the crowd below the stage.

From the hazy fog, a tall, strong, but slightly hunched middle-aged man walked out.

The moment he saw the middle-aged man, Yang Kang no longer restrained the murderous intent in his heart, allowing it to flow freely.

"Bold!" No matter he was a demon or an emperor, his majesty and tyranny at this moment were irresistible. In the fog, the black-armored cavalry drew the sword from his waist. The sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard frightened everyone. They subconsciously knelt down and knocked their heads to the ground.

However, the middle-aged man who walked out of the mist stood straight and looked at Yang Kang. In his eyes, which were sometimes bright and sometimes dark in the mist, it seemed that he had countless words to say, but he just couldn't say them.

"What a damn fog!" Yang Kang said, and then he waved his sleeves, and a stream of hot true energy spread out in all directions like a violent tornado.

Under the effect of this scorching true Qi, the fog was finally swept away, revealing several people standing in the central area of ​​the place.

Huang Rong, who plays Mu Nianci, interprets her own Guo Jing, the inexplicably appearing 'Yang Tiexin', and a beautiful middle-aged woman in plain clothes and a straw hairpin.

The moment he saw this beautiful middle-aged woman, Yang Kang's body trembled subconsciously. He clenched his cheeks, and the anger in his eyes almost solidified.

He looked at Guo Jing and Huang Rong and just said, "Okay!"

Yang Kang's mentality is very contradictory. On the one hand, he indulges many people to perform the scene of martial arts competition to win a wife, the turning point of his life, but he does not allow anyone to "defile" the scene, and he also cannot tolerate someone acting too much like it... or not acting at all.

For example, now, looking at Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo standing below the ring, Yang Kang felt a panic in his heart, followed by anger deep in his bones.

"Was it your idea?" Yang Kang asked gritting his teeth as he looked at Guo Jing in the audience.

I have to say, this time Guo Jing really hurt him.

Through his spiritual perception, he actually felt concern and love from those two people, especially the woman who played his mother Bao Xi Ruo. Her strong emotions stimulated Yang Kang so much that he wanted to go crazy on the spot.

If there is any love in this world that is absolutely selfless and without any distractions, it must be the love of a mother for her child.

And this selfless love, like a ray of light of salvation descending from the sky, illuminates Yang Kang's dark heart.

He had a vague idea of ​​the real answer, but he denied it.

Guo Jing also looked confused. He looked at Huang Rong, wanting to know if this was Huang Rong's idea.

Where did she find such an 'actor' that could act so realistically?

Huang Rong was also stunned. She wanted to make it more realistic, but she couldn't do anything without the right ingredients.

"Kang'er! You've lost weight!" Bao Xiruo's fragile body resisted the violent and wanton aura and walked towards Yang Kang step by step.

Yang Kang took two steps back, but still subconsciously restrained his breath and opened a passage for his mother to pass through.

Even if it's fake!
He was willing to admit it. Anger and venting were things for later. Now... he just wished he didn't wake up.

Bao Xiruo walked up to Yang Kang and reached out to touch his cheek.

The familiar touch made Yang Kang shiver again. He was absolutely sure that this was indeed his mother's breath and there was no mistake.

But mother...mother is not already...

"It was Taoist Qiu! He saved us!"

"It is said that he gave your father and I a drug that caused us to fake death, and then secretly took us back to Quanzhen Sect." How could Bao Xiruo not understand her son, so she began to explain.

When Yang Kang heard this, he felt depressed, as if he had been hit hard.

He thought of Qiu Chuji, who was beaten to death by him with one punch.

There was a look of confusion in his eyes.

Is he...wrong?

"No! I am not wrong! He is just teasing me and manipulating my fate. It is only right for me to kill him!"

Yang Kang was determined in his decision, but just around the corner, another person came over.

She was dressed in red, with her head slightly lowered, looking timid, but more delicate than any other flower in March.

(End of this chapter)