Chapter 1142

"No!"

Gu Zheng, who was unable to recover his momentum, was determined to die. He didn't even give in. Instead, he used his whole life's skill to wave his last sword.

Taixuan induction Sutra. It is said at the end of the Sutra that this sutra should be a supreme skill for cultivating immortals.

Unfortunately, as the years passed, the remaining volumes of equipment recording the secret record of cultivating immortals were destroyed in various accidents.

Only the internal force that can be cultivated to the top of mortals can be released, and the condensed Qi is the initial state of the sword.

However, if you are lucky enough to practice the supreme induction Sutra, you can walk alone in the Wulin and dominate the world.

This sword, in everyone's eyes, just shook falsely, and even didn't feel the threat of half a point.

But only the person who is really attacked by the sword move can feel the real taste.

Therefore, the arrow and crossbow was impartial and straight to Gu Zheng's confidant. The huge inertia directly flew the villa master who should have fallen out of the impact.

No one thought that the villa leader who didn't have time to do anything could hurt their Lord, but who thought that when the guards who had finished firing arrows turned to reply to the Lord ahead, they saw the God of war mask on their Lord's face, which never left his face when he went out. At this time, it was slowly split in two.

"Wow"

After the mask, which symbolizes God, slipped off, the face of the king of Luoyang was revealed.

"Hiss..."

The sound of exhaling was very light, but the king of Luoyang knew that someone had seen his true face.

But now he has been unable to stop and clean up.

Because Gu Zheng's sword didn't just split the mask on his face

The blood slowly flowed out of his cheek, and a slight and undetectable gap opened more and more with the passage of time. The Luoyang king who habitually twitched the corners of his mouth, but because of this ironic smile, he went to the final road of no return.

"Poop"

bleed like a pig.

The king of Luoyang, sitting on his horse, leaned back straightly.

"Lord!!"

"Lord!!"

The villa leader Gu, who witnessed everything, did not look away from the king of Luoyang for a moment even when he was hit by an arrow and crossbow.

When the appearance of the man under the mask appeared in front of him for the first time, the villa master who seemed to understand everything had forgotten the severe pain from his chest and sighed most contentedly at the last moment before his death: "so it is..."

He is still the one who knows nothing. No, no, he is more pitiful than the ruthlessness of his own blood.

After all, it's better to die with ignorance and unconscious hatred than someone like him who knows at the last minute that he is a joke... He's much happier, isn't he?

May there be an afterlife and live to understand.

……

Seeing this, the screen of Gu Zheng's mobile phone finally went black.

His Jianghu has officially ended.

Seeing no regrets, Gu Zheng sighed for a while, not to mention that the salted fish in the martial arts world didn't want to live again.

Without the memory of rebirth, he is also remembered by the reborn person. He might as well not live this time.

However, I responded really well. I not only helped others, but also helped myself.

Gu Zheng, who put down his mobile phone, looked at the five years filled in his life reminder with great satisfaction, which made him officially enter the ranks of 55 years old.

The goal of a long life is about to be achieved. I'm afraid there will be no regrets in his life.

Gu Zheng, who thought he was perfect, had a good sleep.

Even in the hotel path where he is, he never wakes up when the exotic girl walks downstairs in cool clothes.

By this good sleep, Gu Zheng's state was perfectly restored.

When they went to rehearse in the infield of the Paris Opera House the next day, the instructors under the stage found that Gu Zheng's performance on the stage was more explosive than that in the rehearsal at home.

It was a bit more natural and elegant than his previous body movements.

If Mu Guiying before Gu Zheng was somewhat heroic, now Gu Zheng integrates more light and handsome manners on the basis of the original, adding a bit of weight to the slightly cumbersome stage movements, which is quite appropriate.

The teachers under the stage applauded.

They did not expect that these actions, which have been solidified for many years, were integrated into their own innovation by the young opera actor on the stage, which is equivalent to presenting a new Mu Guiying in front of everyone and waiting for the test of the audience.

Seeing the teachers here, after a short clap of hands, they fell into a heated discussion.

The intensity is so intense that they even forget that the rehearsal of the actors on the stage has ended. They need to put forward their own suggestions and opinions before they officially go on stage tonight.

"No, I don't agree. Our troupe was invited to spread our most traditional forms of artistic expression and let foreigners enjoy the charm of Peking Opera."

"Now when you're about to play, you talk to me about action innovation? Isn't that a joke?"

The dissenting teacher said, "however, the art of Peking Opera is always developing in constant innovation and adapting to history."

"Our quyi performance form has been classified as the art of the elderly because it can't keep up with the appreciation rhythm of the young people."

"If we don't show our change and brand-new side to the people of the world, sooner or later, Peking opera will disappear into history like many repertoires and operas that have disappeared in the long river of history, and there will be no more traces."

At the end of the quarrel, they didn't make a unified opinion. Instead, the French director in charge of tonight's stage effect, who has been sitting aside, whispered to the help of one side, and put forward a reliable suggestion to the teachers on both sides.

"Let's look at the reaction of the real French people."

"In addition to being the top drama stage in France, the Paris Opera House is also a world-renowned tourist attraction."

"Tens of thousands of tourists visit the square near the opera house every day."

"Originally, there would be such a small video about the friendly exchanges between the Chinese and French cultural associations in our cultural exchanges."

"Why don't we let the most controversial actor on the stage take off his makeup, put on the simplest costumes, find a street with relatively small traffic, put on the simplest musical instruments, and perform excerpts of the same track in both old and new ways. Let tourists all over the world judge?"

"As for the outcome of the judgment, put a piano box in front of Gu Zheng. Whichever game earns more rewards, which one will win."

"What do you say?"

As soon as you listen, hey, it's quite new. You can not only complete your work, but also solve the internal contradictions. Let's follow the director's suggestions.

Therefore, Gu Zheng, who took off his headdress, took off his hair cover, took off his makeup, and only wore the inner gauze and white robe, heard his next task backstage.

You, go to Paris street to show!!

wait?

What?

Am I not an artistic actor who shoulders the glory of the motherland and the inheritance of culture?

Why did you do it?

But when the help of the group explained it to Gu Zheng, he was really crying and laughing.

Years of great Xia's career made him unconsciously bring out the elegant wind in the process of fighting with people.

Now this group of old artists think he has learned some new forms of artistic expression.

The oolong is too noisy to refuse.

Gu Zheng, who had to promise, sighed and returned, "OK, wait until I paint my makeup."

Who thought, the little assistant shook his head like a rattle, turned his head and refused: "no, Mr. Gu, this time we are element Yan and plain Yan."

"The performance form of Peking Opera is too foul. If you draw Mu Guiying's makeup and poke it on the square of the Grand Theater, don't do anything else. People will pay for it!"

"Therefore, you must appear in front of everyone with the most powerful contrast."

"Let those tourists look at your simplest costume and cleanest face and sing the most shocking opera."

"This is the real skill of a real opera man and the best gimmick to publicize our performance."

"It's equivalent to singing and tested by people all over the world. Gu Zheng, this is the new job of all teachers for you. Don't lose face for Chinese opera actors!"

After hearing these words, Gu Zheng put down his eyebrow pencil.

That's it. There's no need to say more. Let's go.

So, wearing only white, Gu Zheng walked out of the backstage with his short hair and long sleeves. Surrounded by a group of assistants, he walked out of the side door of the opera house.

Because it is now noon, most tourists will choose to return to the hotel for a good meal, or have a short rest and then come here for a careful tour. Therefore, the passenger flow at this time is relatively small in a day.

Thanks to the trust of few people, Gu Zheng and his party can smoothly put their appliances and facilities on the small table next to the road.

Then, in this small street with a large flow of people, we will see Gu Zheng's performance.

Standing across the road is the director group in charge of shooting. In order not to give pedestrians a special performance, the boy in the middle has the illusion that he is a very powerful star or artist. The positions of these people in charge of shooting are quite hidden.

Even photographers disguise themselves as the kind of framing camera to shoot the nearby scenery, which is often seen by people around here.

And their disguise was not in vain.

When Gu Zheng opened the piano box where he received the money, no one found their existence among the people passing by.

Because the passers-by had already been attracted by the man standing in the middle of the pedestrian street.

The man in the middle of the road clearly had a clear gender representation, but those who swept by noticed his unique female style.

Yes, the style is infinite.

His waist, legs and even a finger are placed according to a specific posture, which seems to belong to a woman.

Because of Gu Zheng's work, the local passers-by who have seen too many street selling artists' performances in this art capital also involuntarily stopped their pace.

They haven't seen it before. What is this man going to perform?

If he did something disgusting and abnormal, or made a vulgar and inferior performance, they Parisians who boast of being art theorists would not mind calling the police to complain that he was immoral.

So they, the prepared audience, saw a soul beating and shocking performance.

"If I didn't ask in the face of national disaster, how many previous feelings would I recall when I saw the handsome seal. The Yang family will give up their lives and forget their home, set the country, return the song of victory and be favored. I add a new grave..."

In this sentence, the people around Gu Zheng's body were petrified collectively.

what is it?

Why is it so loud and clear, like a warbler?

Isn't the performer a man?

How did he sing a tune higher than the highest pitched soprano?

Moreover, the mood in the music is very full. Even foreigners who can't understand the content can hear the man. No, the resentment and helplessness, sadness and firmness in the woman's words?

Oh, my God! How can there be such a magical form of artistic expression in the world that I found it today?

After Gu Zheng turned around and drew his sword, the world tourists who beat their chest and feet suddenly woke up from the state of shock.

What they thought at the first time was not to turn around and run, but to take out their mobile phones, cameras and cameras one after another, and take a fierce shot at Gu Zheng's performance.

This is definitely a wonderful video that can be posted in your own communication circle and worth showing off.

I can't say that my blog hits are driven by the street artists in the venue.

Everyone was busy filming, and the teachers and directors sitting in the cafe across the street began to worry.

Why are foreigners so stingy?

How can you just watch the play without giving money?

You see, the performance of Xiao Gu's performance is so wonderful that it is not easy to show the essence of a string actor.

What's more, if you don't give money, how can we judge whether his two deduction methods are good or bad?

Just when everyone was worried about Gu Zheng, the situation on the field suddenly changed again, because Gu Zheng, who danced the sword very elegantly, matched the water sleeve of the other arm in one place. The long flowing robe and the cold sword formed the most perfect combination of softness and hardness, making the people around him clap their hands uncontrollably.

For the first time, the world audience felt the feelings of Chinese playmates in the old times.

The excitement gushing from their chest made it difficult for them to express. They just wanted to express their love for Gu Zheng in the most direct way.

Therefore, the first backpacker took out his personal wallet from his pocket, selected the largest denomination from the colorful and scattered banknotes, and threw it into the empty piano box beside Gu Zheng's empty field without heartache.

Then, the second, third, one after another tourists, passers-by and local residents began to give away their money and began to add bricks to this slightly poor empty piano box.

"Yes! Yes, a lot of money!"

The little old men in the cafe clapped their shoulders with excitement and swept away their worries.

The director on one side took the call equipment and carefully ordered, "yes, these scenes have been photographed?"

"OK, let's change another place and have another performance of the same play with new elements. It's better to be a little away from here. After these audiences disperse, we'll have the next performance."

The director's instructions were in place. The staff in charge of photography received the order and began to evacuate to the other end of the street square early. Unfortunately, after the large troops left, they thought it was a very simple evacuation work, but there was no small trouble here in Gu Zheng.

Because the enthusiastic audience won't let him go.

When Gu Zheng made three curtain bows, took away his foil and planned to meet at the agreed place with his clothes, the onlookers who had already been inside and outside the three floors didn't see enough at all.

"Great! Can you perform again!"

"This friend, can we take a picture together? I'm a fan who just fell in love with you!"

"Brother, let's have another one. I'll give you the money!"

Unfortunately, Gu Zheng was not a traditional selling artist. He shook his head with a task. When he was going to rush out of the crowd to the road of evacuation, suddenly, a pair of big furry hands stretched out from behind him and grabbed them towards his arms.

"Huh? Who?"

The reflexive great Xia Gu, a backhand wielding a sword, put the prop sword on the throat tip of the man suspected of sneaking into him, which immediately quieted the chaotic scene.

"Ah!!"

Just between the screams of the onlookers, Gu Zheng saw the culprit who tried to attack him.

This is an atypical foreigner with a hairy beard. In Gu Zheng's memory, he and the other party have never met.

But the strange man was not frightened by his sword. Instead, he asked with a little crazy: "friend, do you want to be a star?"

"I'm a star scout from France's Bailu model agency. I don't know if you are interested in being a model?"

Standing opposite the man, Gu Zheng shook his head firmly and gave the other party a very exact answer: "no interest!"

Then, under the man's incredible eyes, he lifted his white robe, withdrew his sword and began to run.