A master of comedy!

Chapter 93 Dragon-Swallowing Blade
Late at night, Zhou Sheng strolled through the dark streets of the ghost town, carrying a lantern.

The people in the opera troupe were so enthusiastic that they chatted with him for a long time before letting him leave. Even Xiao Hongxian, who had been clamoring to become his apprentice, fell asleep.

Yao Taifeng originally wanted to see him off, but Guan, the troupe leader, forcibly stopped her.

Judging from their posture, it's like they're guarding against thieves.

As for...

He walked alone on the dark street, the cold wind blowing gently, causing his white chiffon cloak to flutter.

Although the night was deep and cold, his heart was filled with passionate energy.

He sang Wu Song Fighting the Tiger tonight with great enthusiasm, and at the same time, he gave a small test of his combat skills after breaking through his previous level.

The tiger was even stronger than he had anticipated, its demonic aura was intense, and it already showed signs of becoming a spirit. If it had been before he took the medicine, the outcome would probably have been a 50/50 chance.

But tonight, he completely crushed the demon tiger from beginning to end, and that was only because he deliberately held back and did not unleash his full strength.

If thirty-five years of cultivation is already so astonishing, what kind of power would it be after forty, fifty, or even sixty years?

He secretly resolved that when he went to Mount Lu to practice his escape techniques in a few days, he would definitely look for the five-colored mica again.

As he walked, he pondered and planned his subsequent spiritual practice.

Suddenly, he stopped, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, a murderous intent flickering within him, his pupils gradually turning from round to square.

Is there an ambush ahead?
As his cultivation level increased, his perception also became much stronger. Although he was distracted by other things, he could vaguely sense that there was a powerful being ahead of him.

Could it be that the general's mansion is lying in ambush?
His sharp, lightning-like gaze pierced through the long street in an instant, landing on the figure in the distance. He paused slightly, and his hostility and murderous intent quickly dissipated.

"Uncle Guan, were you waiting for me?"

The man in front of them was tall and imposing, with a red face and a long beard. Who else could it be but Master Guan?
Guan Buping nodded, his gaze sweeping over the cloak on his body.

"Boss Long, thank you so much for helping Juxianlou through this difficult time tonight."

Zhou Sheng laughed heartily and waved his hand, saying, "Uncle Guan, you're being too formal. Aren't I also a member of Juxianlou?"

Guan Buping was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and then his gaze softened even more.

"vibrato."

His sudden words left Zhou Sheng somewhat bewildered.

"When you sang 'Passing Five Passes' today, in order to express the Second Master's longing for his brothers, you used a vibrato at the end of the line 'The wind blows my robes and I think of my old master; the flowers bloom in March and I think of Peach Garden.'"

"The idea is good, but it's wrong."

Zhou Sheng's expression brightened, realizing that Master Guan was about to instruct him on how to perform Guan Gong opera, and he quickly held his breath and listened intently.

"Why is that wrong?"

"Because Guan Yu was not only a man, but also a god."

Under the moonlight, Guan Buping's eyes shone brightly as he said, word by word, "The Guan Gong opera has the most rules and is the most difficult to sing. The fundamental reason is that the balance between the divine and the human is the most difficult to grasp."

"While Second Master certainly misses his brothers, he shouldn't use delicate techniques like vibrato or florid singing. Instead, he should use a special kind of rhythmic, halting breath..."

Zhou Sheng remained silent, listening to Guan Buping's explanation, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

He was already extremely talented in opera and was very interested in Guan Gong opera. After receiving guidance, he suddenly felt enlightened.

He listened with rapt attention, gesturing softly as he listened and chanting in a low voice.

Upon seeing this scene, a hint of emotion flashed in Guan Buping's eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to see his younger self, following his master to learn how to play Guan Yu.

Back then, he was so engrossed in the role that he couldn't extricate himself. How could he have imagined that years later he would voluntarily retire from playing Guan Yu and never play the role again?

"Uncle Guan, why did you stop? What other questions do I have? Just say them, don't hold back!"

Seeing that he suddenly stopped halfway through his speech, Zhou Sheng couldn't help but urge him on, eager to hear more.

Guan Buping truly lived up to his reputation as the living Guan Gong who was famous throughout Jiangzhou back then. Every word of his advice hit the nail on the head, and he benefited greatly from it.

Only at this moment could he truly feel the profound wisdom of this living Guan Yu.

With just one instruction, he felt that his skills in Guan Gong opera had improved considerably, and that his power would be even greater if he were to perform Yin opera.

"It's getting late, I should go back."

Guan Buping said calmly.

Zhou Sheng was somewhat disappointed, but he knew he couldn't force the issue. He was already very grateful that the other party had said so much.

I'd rather give you ten acres of land than teach you a single word of opera.

Especially with such a unique skill, even close masters and apprentices would keep a few tricks hidden; telling outsiders even once is considered very generous. "Uncle Guan, how about I become your apprentice and learn Guan Gong opera? My master said he wouldn't mind if I had other masters."

“You are a rare gem, but I have vowed never to take on another disciple since I sheathed my sword.”

Zhou Sheng remained silent, then sighed inwardly.

Oh well, it doesn't matter if I don't learn it. It seems like it's just not meant to be.

"However, the stage has collapsed, so we can't perform for the next couple of days. And those little brats are clamoring to learn Guan Gong opera again. Oh well, I'll teach them the opera in the evenings tomorrow and the day after."

Guan Buping seemed to be talking to himself before turning and leaving.

Zhou Sheng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Uncle Guan, see you tomorrow!"

He suddenly shouted loudly and waved vigorously at Guan Buping's back.

Guan Buping paused slightly, but did not turn around. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand and waved it in the air.

"See you tomorrow, you brat."

The sound was very soft and quickly disappeared into the night wind, but it could not escape the notice of Zhou Sheng, who had already opened his ears.

……

General's Mansion.

The general sat in the high seat, his eyes beneath the official's mask silently watching the wounded tiger that was howling at him.

"Bring the sheep up."

After a long silence, the general suddenly spoke.

"Yes!"

The ghost soldiers hurriedly bowed and retreated, while the tiger, which had been lying on the ground covered in wounds, lit up with excitement upon hearing these words, its mouth watering.

"Wu Song Fights the Tiger..."

The general repeated these four words over and over, his crimson eyes growing brighter as if he had seen something very interesting.

Deep within his pupils, an uncontrollable fighting spirit surged forth like flames, not hatred, but rather... excitement.

"Bare-handed, he actually managed to defeat Jiaolong without any chance to fight back. Wu Song, the tiger-slaying hero... Interesting, very interesting."

"Yao Tai Feng's kung fu is quite impressive, but it's a pity she's a woman; Guan Buping is a master, but he lost his edge after sheathing his sword and became useless. Unexpectedly, another master, Ru Yunlong, has arrived!"

"Just how skilled is this Boss Long in martial arts?"

Just then, two sheep were led in by the ghostly soldiers. They were indeed sheep, but their eyes were filled with tears, as if they were pleading or fearing.

The old sheep immediately knelt down upon seeing the general, bowing with its two front hooves.

However, the tiger roared and pounced.

A scream rang out, and the sheep actually made a muffled human voice.

Animal creation technique!
As blood splattered, the screams quickly faded away, leaving only the sounds of a beast devouring its prey in the room.

The general smiled slightly, took a light sniff, and seemed to really enjoy the smell of blood in the air.

"Eat up, eat up, the more you eat, the faster your injury will heal."

He paused, his eyebrows slightly raised, and his crimson eyes narrowed like those of a ferocious beast, as if it had set its sights on some delicious prey.

hum!
The heavy Mo Dao seemed to sense the fighting spirit in its master's heart, vibrating and humming in its sheath like a war drum.

"Dragon Devourer, even you've sensed that expert's presence and are starting to get impatient?"

The general called out the name of the Mo Dao (陌刀) and slowly extended his right hand.

The bright silver gauntlets, decorated with Vajra flame patterns, were finally placed on the hilt of the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword).

The next moment, the Mo Dao became quiet, but there was a faint mist rising from its sheath, like a giant beast breathing in a deep valley.

"I wonder if that tiger-slaying hero could grant you..."

The sound suddenly fell silent, then abruptly erupted, sending a slight shiver through the room, like muffled thunder echoing in the quiet chamber.

"Have a good time?"

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