It's obviously a life skill, but you developed it into a magical skill

The crowd was heading towards the stage.

"Hey, I've heard that a theater troupe has come, but I've been busy and haven't had time to go see it. Da Chuqing needs to broaden his horizons today."

"If you go faster in front, if you go slower, there will be no front row."

"Don't step on my toes. Do you want to see the theater troupe or the pillars of the stage? Are you afraid that your mother-in-law will prick your ears?"

The crowd was noisy.

For the common people, they are busy with their daily lives and rarely have time to rest. It is great to be able to relax and watch a show at this time.

Zhou An and Yu Hang looked at each other and followed.

They are agents who maintain order, so they naturally have to follow in this case to avoid problems.

The stage has been set up a long time ago, and there are already people playing gongs and drums sitting on it.

Zhou An and Yu Hang arrived relatively late, so they stood at the back.

Of course, this also has an advantage.

Being able to see everything at a glance helps them maintain order.

"It's rare to see a opera." Yu Hang put his feet up and looked inside.

As a scholar, it is natural to pay attention to a certain style.

They compare prostitution to romance, listening to music to elegance, and playing and singing to talent.

These days, with a little packaging, it becomes quite artistic.

In fact, Zhou An thinks that the first two metaphors are okay, but the last one needs to be changed.

Blowing...should be considered a craft, or a verbal skill?

There's nothing wrong with oral skills!

Zhou An was not interested in listening to the opera, but he still had to maintain order, so he just listened for a while.

The one who came out first is certainly not the most famous.

Even a layman like Zhou An could hear a bit of astringency.

However, for the common people, as long as there is fun to watch, it will be fine.

On the stage, people were coming and going.

Under the stage, there was a bustle.

From time to time, there are shouts and applause, and combined with the actors on the stage, the street becomes more lively.

Zhou An listened and changed several roles.

After a while, he saw that the people on the stage had left, and a woman in costume came up.

She is also an opera singer, but this woman is younger.

"Hey, Lao Zhou, the finale is here." Yu Hang poked Zhou An.

Zhou An asked strangely: "Why is the finale so young?"

It stands to reason that the finale should be a famous actor. In the singing industry, all those who have qualifications cannot be so young.

Even if he is an ordinary troupe, he is not so young. He looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old.

Hearing this, Yu Hang seemed to have finally talked about what he was good at, and said excitedly: "Look, look, I just told you to study more. The finale is not the last one."

As he spoke, he explained.

After Yu Hang finished explaining, Zhou An also heard it clearly.

In opera, there are actually many ways to do it.

The last one is the main play, called Da Zhuo Zi.

The penultimate one is called the last one because it squeezes the big axis.

The fifth and sixth ones are called the central axis, and the second and the third are called the small or early axis.

The first little opening act is called Kailuo Opera or Hat Opera.

The plays with the most exquisite art and the strongest appeal are arranged last and are called the major axis.

The person whose reputation and qualifications are slightly lower than those of the main axis but who is quite powerful is ranked second to last and is called the finale.

"It turns out that the most famous actor hasn't come out yet." Zhou An said.

Yu Hang nodded: "The finale is not bad. Let's just listen. I didn't expect such a beautiful thing. Maintain order and listen to the music at the same time."

The two of them were chatting here, and singing started on the stage.

I have to say that this is indeed the finale, and this technology is much better than before.

Despite his young age, his singing skills are not unfamiliar at all.

After the finale was sung, the audience applauded and shouted even louder.

At this time, the drum sound that had been ringing became more urgent and changed to another style of music.

Immediately afterwards, a graceful woman with flowing sleeves walked out from behind the curtain.

She has a soft and elegant figure, walking in small steps and swinging her long sleeves, giving off the air of a woman from a water town.

Just the way he walked out made the people present unable to take their eyes away.

"Not bad." Zhou An also praised.

Even if she doesn't listen to the show or watch the show, this woman can make people gasp in admiration just by standing there and taking a few steps.

The sound of drums and gongs changes.

The woman also sang a song along with the sound of drums and gongs.

Opening one's mouth is a very high skill, even the finale just now could not catch up with him.

There was another burst of cheers from the audience.

Even Yu Hang clapped his hands and cheered.

Only Zhou An was different. When the woman sang the song, he clenched the long knife in his hand and his eyes gradually turned cold.

This voice was very familiar to him.

Not only was she familiar, he had also seen this woman before.

That day at the riverside, through the ghost hunter Feng Ye, he heard this voice, it was the woman in black robe.

At this time, the woman was wearing theatrical makeup and her true appearance could not be seen clearly.

When Zhou An's eyes turned cold, the woman on the stage also made a move and stared at Zhou An.

As the woman's singing began, the sound of gongs and drums gradually stopped, and the cheers and applause gradually became smaller.

Asleep, all these people fell asleep, including Yu Hang.

Zhou An also felt groggy and sleepy, but fortunately, the Qi in his body circulated and offset the sleepiness.

On the stage, the opera woman stopped.

With a flick of his sleeves, all the clothes on his body were torn, revealing the black clothes underneath.

"Zhang Xiuxiu?" Zhou An said coldly.

Zhang Xiuxiu bent down slightly, made a woman's salute, and said with a smile: "I, Zhang Xiuxiu, have met the young master, and the young master's figure waving a long sword has never been forgotten in Xiu Xiu's eyes."

"You are quite courageous. You dare to come to me in person." Zhou An pulled out his long knife.

Zhang Xiuxiu smiled and said: "I have been coveting the young master's body for a long time. I dared to come over because I couldn't help it. He also agreed to me and created this opportunity for me."

"He?" Zhou An touched his chin: "Is that the mysterious person behind you? Who is it?"

The smile on Zhang Xiuxiu's face gradually turned cold, and she twisted her left and right hands slightly.

Two objects emerge from the sleeves.

Zhou An: "..."

He really didn't expect to see something so familiar here.

In Zhang Xiuxiu's right hand, he held a long knife, and his right hand held a...pan.

This sense of instant vision made him feel like he was looking in the mirror.

"Is this what you're sure of?" Zhou An said calmly.

"In the Five Elements Burial Method, water is good at imitating all things." Zhang Xiuxiu slowly walked down the stairs of the stage with a graceful posture.

Her tone was as cold as ice.

"Young Master, you are as transparent in my eyes as I have already imitated you completely."

"The simulation takes time. It was not until the first five days that I fully simulated it. After the simulation, my ability is even higher than the master's ability."

"Unless the young master makes a major breakthrough in the past five days, that is impossible."

As Zhang Xiuxiu spoke, she walked ten meters in front of Zhou An, and her tone became murderous.

"Today, please give me a water burial!"