When it is late at night, the wind is wandering in the deep mountains.

The full moon hangs high in the sky, and the silver moonlight stretches out his shadow.

After going around, I don’t know where he was going. Anyway, it was like a wandering soul in the wilderness, aimlessly looking for his prey.

What is his prey?

Under a mountain wall, build a thatched cottage next to the wall.

An Wufeng stood in front of the hut door, seemed to think for a while, and raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Twist twist twist twist twist twist twist twist

With a creaking sound, the door opened, a young man with a barefoot head and barefoot covered his mouth, leaning slowly at the door, yawning, and said in a very unhappy way: "Who is it? It's midnight, disturbing people's dreams, where is the public morality?"

When he saw An Wufeng, he was stunned and frowned slightly: "Who are you? I don't seem to know you, right?"

An Wufeng couldn't help but sigh and said, "If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. The once powerful martial arts celebrity, Shangguan Lang, the owner of the Hongyu Tower, has actually fallen into such a field of self-giving self-destruction and willingness to fall!"

The young man opened his tiger's eyes and a cold light flashed across, as if a long-closed sword suddenly revealed a ray of light, but it flashed out in one flash, and it seemed to prove that he had no feeling about everyone and things in this world.

An Wufeng said coldly: "Your enemies are trying every means to make progress, but you are living in endless self-pity. Who are you right?"

It turned out that this young man who lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests was Shangguan Lang, the owner of the Hongyulou who once competed with the Yellow Soldiers and dominated the world.

Shangguan Lang said lightly: "Where are so many enemies in the world? This is just a mentality. When you look at the world with a hostile perspective, the whole world is your enemy. When you look at the world with another peaceful perspective, then you will feel that the world is actually so beautiful and harmonious. So, young man, although I don't know who you are, I don't want to know who you are, I just want to tell you that this world is very fair. How you treat her will give back to you."

An Wufeng felt that he was helpless. According to him, it seems that if you get beaten one day, it is probably not that the person who beats you, but that you should reflect on whether you should beat him.

Since you are facing a helpless person, the best doctor is not good at it.

So, An Wufeng turned around and threw down a sentence as if muttering to himself: "The large number of missing women in Jiangnan are most likely related to the 'Caigou Goddess Art' that Master Mojian once practiced. Although Master Mojian died, Yun Zhonglong was still alive. They are the same sect... You can think about it yourself..."

Shangguan Lang's whole body stiffened, as if he had been fixed at the acupoints, and he was stunned. When he came to his senses, a firm look appeared in his eyes. At the point of looking up, An Wufeng's figure had gone away and gradually disappeared at the corner of the foot of the mountain.

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The Red Flower Opera Troupe is a relatively famous opera troupe. However, those who know their background will probably be shocked, because the Red Flower Opera Troupe was really not well-known a year ago. Later, the opera troupe added an eye-catching program, which is archery.

This "archery" program is not just about erecting a target, and calling several skilled archers to shoot at the target, but erecting a cross-shaped wooden stake. A man spread his arms and was fixed on the cross-shaped wooden stake by a rope. Then, an apple or persimmon was placed on his head, and an apple or other small fruit was placed every small section on his left and right arms, four were placed on each side, and nine were a total of nine on the top of his head. It is known as "Nine Nine and Nine One."

Then, a hundred steps away from the wooden stake, a archer with a tight eye was covered with his eyes and shot. The archer had only nine arrows in his quiver, and each arrow must shoot nine fruits one by one. If one of them had an accident, it would not be a shameful problem of archery, but a problem of life on the wooden stake.

Although the archer was prepared before blindfolding his eyes, the wooden stakes and people and other props were prepared, but this not only examines the archer's precise skills, but also tests his memory.

However, there are also some tricky people who not only personally check whether the archer's eyes have a gap, but even put a small mark on the center of the small fruit. If they hit the center of the mark, there will be a great reward.

On this day, the Red Flower Opera Troupe received an invitation to celebrate his 80th birthday with the old owner of Zhujiazhuang, Hebei.

After the show, it is almost over, and it is time for the finale program "Ninety-Nine Return to One".

On the stage, the lights were brilliant, but there was no mistake in insufficient light. However, for the archer who was blindfolded, it was useless. However, everyone knew that this gorgeous light was definitely not designed for him, but just gave the audience a clearer sense of the excitement of the show.

Fixed to the wooden stake of the cross was a pretty girl of eighteen years old. The girl was lying quietly on her head, and a fist-sized orange was lying quietly on her head. At the center of the front of the orange, there was a piece of red paper the size of a thumb. Similarly, on her arms, she stretched her left and right, four such oranges were placed on each side.

The eldest girl had originally lowered her eyes and saw the expressionless middle-aged man in gray with a cold expression slowly walked onto the stage. When she stood a hundred steps away, she opened her eyes and looked at him quietly. Her delicate face showed a soft smile, and her eyes were filled with encouragement and trust.

In the table below, the old Zhu, who is suspected to be paralyzed, leaned tilted on the Grand Master's chair, with his lips slightly raised, revealing a strange smile. He hooked his thin fingers to his son sitting beside him, the person in Zhujiazhuang who is now Zhu Daben. Then, when his son approached his ear, he whispered a few words. His son nodded, then called a guard standing not far away, and said to him: "You go up and check whether his eyes really can't see."

The guard nodded and immediately trotted to the stage. He first covered the black cloth on the archer's hands and experienced it. He confirmed that the layers were rolled up and was no different from the blind man. Then he personally took the knife and covered the archer's eyes. Then, he was not at ease, so he squatted down and carefully studied whether there was a gap under the archer's eye socket. He felt that everything was fine, so he snapped his fingers and said, "Okay, now, you can start your performance!"

Many people feel that it is a bit too much after all, this is just entertainment. Besides, it is already very skilled to shoot those oranges a hundred steps away. Even if there is a little flaw in the eyes, it is understandable. So serious, is it that someone accidentally got an accident and you will be happy?

Some people with clear minds shook their heads secretly. Even if the archer is really able to shoot blindly, they rely on their memory to remember the location of the nine oranges. However, if you delay like this, the things in your memory will obviously be affected and faded, which will cause some children to make mistakes. So, who will pay for the birthday turn from a happy birthday to a tragedy?

The young man on the stage stretched his left hand to take the bow from his back, and pulled out a bunch of arrows from his waist with his right hand. He scored one point on the bowstring, but there were four.

The audience in the audience was shocked: Could it be that he wants four arrows to go together?!

But the knowledgeable man nodded in understanding. Knowing that his memory was obviously affected, he was so eager to achieve success that he simply planned to end it as soon as possible before the memory passed. But the difficulty of four arrows increased by more than four times? It was just helpless.

Silent and scream!

The sharp sound of breaking through the air was clearly heard on the platform several feet high, but it seemed to be rubbing through my ears. The torn air conditioner of the air penetrated into my ears and penetrated into my blood vessels, as if it could freeze people.

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With four sounds, the four oranges on the eldest girl's left arm disappeared. Oh no, they were penetrated by arrow feathers, and then they were taken out on a wooden board several feet behind.

Surprisingly, such powerful power did not rag the oranges, and they were neatly hung on the wooden boards.

The young man seemed to be struck while the iron was hot, and quickly grabbed four arrows. Another one was successful again!

The first time is either by chance, or by the audience, or the time to react, the second success is definitely not accidental, and it is definitely a perfect display of technology!

Suddenly, applause was thunderous.

Even the paralyzed Old Master Zhu patted his palms lightly, fully indicating that he never stings with giving real praise.

The last orange.

The young man held the last arrow in his hand, but he was not lifted.

Like a static sculpture.

Apparently, his memory was stuck.

At first, the hundreds of viewers in the audience were still quiet, and they were expecting it and there was sympathy and encouragement. However, people's sensibility was limited. When the young people on the stage had not moved for a long time, they began to feel restlessness, and gradually evolved from a few people's boos to a sarcastic noise. Later, someone stood up and pointed at the young people on the stage and shouted loudly: "Can you succeed? If you fail, don't waste everyone's time!"

Suddenly, a lot of cheers arose:

"Get out!..."

"It's embarrassing, get out..."

"Oh, this thick-skinned person. If Qin Shihuang was there, he would definitely save a lot of stones as a Great Wall..."

"Tsk, I thought his face could be made of a face drum, and he could be cheered by the female hero Liang Hongyu in Huang Tian's drums and cheered..."

The young man on the stage was sweating in cold sweat on his forehead.

The big girl on the wooden stake said softly: "Brother Zhuge, you shoot the arrow!"

The young man held the bow's hand and trembled gently.

More than a meter behind the wooden stake was the backstage of the opera troupe that was blocked by a large red cloth. All the members of the Red Flower Opera troupe were tightly hung up, especially the headmaster Zhang Yuwen, who even raised his heart to his throat.

Because the big girl on the wooden stake is his daughter.

A faint sigh seemed to be murmuring in a dream: "The dignified 'arrow tyrant' Zhuge Dan was so down-and-out that he relied on the street to make a living."
Chapter completed!