A master of comedy!

Chapter 90 Wu Song fights the tiger
"Sirs, we are currently performing a play. As you know, the rules here are that once the play begins, it cannot be stopped. Could you please wait until the play is over before conducting the search?"

An elderly figure stood in front of the two ghostly soldiers and the tiger.

Although she was also very scared, she still trembled as she went to meet them, her wrinkled face showing a pleading look.

She was the manager of Juxianlou Restaurant, Granny Sun, and also the mother of Yunniang, Xiaowu's wife.

Before the fire at Juxianlou, she brought Yunniang to join Juxianlou. She didn't perform herself, but only took care of her daughter's singing.

In the theater industry, this is called "watching peaches".

Yunniang was beautiful, and after she became famous, she was easily harassed. She had to keep an eye on her daughter to prevent her from being taken advantage of.

Grandma Sun was warm-hearted, kind, and very meticulous. Before long, she became the stage manager, helping everyone manage the stage props and doing some logistical work.

At this moment, her daughter was playing Yan Xijiao on stage, and she couldn't be distracted. If the ghost soldiers and tigers were to come forward, something bad might happen.

But a hint of mockery appeared in the eyes of the two ghostly soldiers.

They kept walking, and when they were almost in front of Granny Sun, one of them suddenly swung his knife and chopped down at her pleading eyes.

This strike was delivered without any restraint, and Granny Sun, being just an old ghost with white hair, was completely unable to dodge it and was about to be cleaved in two.

hum!
The long sword rang out and paused in mid-air.

One hand gripped the back of the knife tightly, preventing it from advancing any further; the gleaming blade was now only a hair's breadth away from Granny Sun's cheek.

The ghostly soldiers stirred up a murderous aura, pressed their palms against the hilt of the sword, and let out a low roar, trying their best to cut down, but the blade remained unmoved.

He had no choice but to give up, looking at the imposing figure with a hint of apprehension.

He had phoenix eyes, silkworm eyebrows, a face as red as a jujube, and a two-foot-long beard.

It was none other than Guan Buping, the troupe leader of Juxianlou, who was known as the living Guan Yu.

"Sir, please show leniency when you can."

Guan Buping grabbed the back of the knife with one palm. He was tall and imposing, with a straight back and a commanding presence. His eyes were filled with an aura of authority that instantly subdued the two Yin soldiers.

Even when facing that ferocious and violent tiger, he remained fearless and calm.

In a daze, it really felt like Guan Yu had been resurrected, and the God of War had descended to earth.

"Let go, Guan Buping! Do you intend to disobey the General?"

Another ghostly soldier gripped the hilt of his sword and hurriedly spoke out in threat, but he hesitated to step forward.

Master Guan frowned slightly, then pulled Granny Sun behind him before releasing his grip on the back of the knife.

With a whoosh, the ghostly soldier hurriedly sheathed his sword and retreated, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

I had long heard that Guan, the master of Juxianlou, was known as the living Guan Yu, and that he was a master of martial arts. It was rumored that the great general once wanted to recruit him as a general, but he refused.

In retrospect, that may not have been a rumor.

"Gentlemen, I have no intention of being enemies with the General. However, my Juxianlou has a rule set by the city lord that once you take the stage and start singing, you must finish the song. Any mistake in the middle could lead to utter ruin."

"For the sake of the city lord, please be patient. Once this charade is over, you may search at will, how about that?"

As he spoke, Guan Buping took out a bulging money pouch from his pocket and handed it to the Yin soldier.

There was both coercion and enticement.

After the two ghostly soldiers accepted the money, the ferocity in their eyes lessened considerably. Just as they were about to speak, they heard a tiger's roar.

Their eyes narrowed, and they immediately blocked Guan's path. The tiger leaped and bypassed Guan, heading straight for the stage.

Guan Buping's expression became extremely serious, but his gaze did not fall on the stage; instead, he looked backstage.

Danshan, you asked me to stall for time, and I have tried my best to do so.

What will you do next?

……

Backstage, Zhou Sheng held a pen in both hands and simultaneously drew his bow to draw a face, his movements quick and steady.

A bright red face symbolizes youthful vigor and a strong sense of justice.

His black eyebrows were raised like blades, his eye sockets were outlined with black lines, and the corners of his eyes were upturned with a touch of gold paint, making him look like a fierce Vajra.

As the tiger stripes on his forehead were drawn, an indescribable heroic aura emanated from him.

Just as everyone was panicking over the tiger pouncing on the platform, he had already put down his calligraphy brush. "Uncle Lu."

Zhou Sheng's voice also changed; there was a metallic clang between his teeth, deep and menacing.

A voice as strong as iron and as powerful as bronze, a roar like a dragon and a howl like a tiger.

The man whose name he called was Lu Bo, the most outstanding musician at Juxianlou. He was sitting in the Nine Dragon Mouth, panicked and helpless. Hearing this, he seemed to have grasped a lifeline.

"Mr. Long, please speak."

"Beat the drum, it's the general's command."

……

Roar!
A tiger's roar suddenly erupted on the stage, startling many of the actors into trembling.

The ferocious tiger, whose demonic aura was astonishing and who was almost a spirit, had now arrived on the stage. It stared at the trembling actors who were still trying their best to sing, and a scrutinizing look flashed in its beastly eyes.

However, with the mask covering its face, it was impossible to discern any clues.

So it took a deep sniff, trying to see if it could detect the scent of the two thieves.

Among the actors, Yao Taifeng's expression changed slightly, and her slender fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on the folding fan.

That day at the General's Mansion, although she and Zhou Sheng both wore masks and did not reveal their faces, this fierce tiger had a very keen nose and might not have failed to smell their scent.

Oh no, what should I do?
Yao Taifeng glanced at the backstage area, gritted her teeth, and a resolute glint flashed in her phoenix eyes. She moved gracefully but quietly approached the "clothing-removing knife" that Song Jiang had hung on the bed railing.

That knife was originally meant by Song Jiang to kill Yan Poxi, but now she was preparing to draw it and slay the tiger. Even if things didn't go well, she would at least lure the tiger away to save everyone.

Unexpectedly, after taking a deep sniff, the tiger suddenly sneezed.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of ink and cosmetics, making its nose feel sore and itchy.

It shook its head, preparing to sniff it again.

Yao Taifeng's hands, which were behind her back, had already gripped the hilt of the knife. Just then, the sound of the suona suddenly rang out, its rhythm resounding and accompanied by intense drumbeats, startling everyone.

A figure stepped forward to the beat of the rapid wind, carrying a whistle on his shoulder and a wine gourd hanging diagonally from his waist. His eyes were blurry with drunkenness, but his steps were steady.

Wu Song, the Pilgrim, slew a fierce tiger on Jingyang Ridge!
"Hey! You beast!!"

A furious roar, like a thunderclap, shook the entire hall. This was the roaring tone of Qinqiang opera, the most fierce and domineering. A roar on stage could make the teacups backstage rattle.

Immediately afterwards, the cudgel flew through the air and slammed into the tiger's nose.

The tiger roared in pain, but its nose had temporarily stopped working.

Roar!
Driven by pain, it unleashed its ferocity, letting out a roar as its sharp claws smashed the fallen baton to pieces. Then, its tiger eyes flashed with murderous intent as it gazed at the tall figure clad in an arrow-patterned robe and a hero's knot around his waist.

But when his gaze fell on the tiger stripe on the man's forehead, his beastly pupils shrank, and he instinctively felt a sense of oppression.

It doesn't understand opera, nor does it know who is on stage, but the tiger stripes are a symbol of a tiger-fighting hero, possessing a fierce and murderous aura that terrifies all beasts.

"Watch my punch!"

Having thrown away his cudgel, Wu Song was now empty-handed, but he laughed loudly and instead of retreating, he charged forward at the tiger.

The laughter even drowned out the tiger's roar, and the bloodthirst and fierce spirit soared to the sky.

boom! boom! boom!
Each step was like a thunderbolt, causing the stage to tremble and shake, as if it could collapse a mountain.

The tiger was actually intimidated by the tiger's imposing presence and retreated repeatedly.

"Come again! Come again!"

"Don't say three bowls won't get you over the hill! I'll drink eighteen! In my drunken stupor, my fists are even fiercer than when I'm sober!"

I'll smash your bones to pieces—break your tendons!

Wu Song's eyes were wide open in anger, his long hair was disheveled and flying wildly, he looked like a madman, and every smear of vermilion on his face seemed to be spewing out a murderous aura.

Boom!

A punch slammed into the pillar, causing the ironwood pillar, which took two people to encircle, to explode with a crack, leaving a deep fist mark.

He turned around abruptly, his pupils gleaming with a golden light, every strand of his long hair dancing in a murderous aura, like a savage beast that devours tigers and leopards.

It's like a devil descending from the sky, he is really the Tai Sui God on earth!
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(End of this chapter)