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Ding!

The sound of metal and iron clanging sounded, and a section of smooth iron rod slid down on the high platform.

Cutting iron like mud, it is really a good sword!

clap clap

The common people applauded without hesitation and applauded loudly.

The Xicai master flicked the blade of the sword with his fingers, looked at the crowd and said, "Everyone, take a look, is this a real sword?"

"True! It's true!"

Everyone in the audience responded loudly.

The play colorist nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Then you all have to watch it!"

After finishing speaking, the opera master tilted his head back slightly, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and turned the blade to aim at his open mouth.

Qiqi was shocked when the audience saw this scene.

"He, what is he going to do?!"

"It's not about swallowing the sword, is it?"

"Hiss... This is a sword that cuts iron like mud. Wouldn't it be gut-piercing if swallowed directly?"

"seriously?"

Seeing this, Chu Ci raised his eyebrows, he dared to swallow the sword alive, this person has something!

Even with Chu Ci's strength at the sixth level of martial arts, he didn't dare to do this.

Unless one is promoted to the seventh level of martial arts, and the flesh and blood of the whole body can move according to one's will, it will not be difficult to regenerate a broken limb at that time, and swallowing a sword alive is naturally no problem.

But Chu Ci could see that Xi Caishi's muscles were slack, his feet were sloppy, and he had no foundation in martial arts.

But I don't know how he can swallow the sword alive.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, the play colorist moved his hands and put the long sword into his mouth inch by inch.

"Go in!"

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

Three inches from the entrance of the sword's edge, it has already reached the throat. If it continues, it may be life-threatening!

Many onlookers couldn't bear to look at it, and subconsciously turned their heads to avoid their eyes. Some adults reached out and covered their children's eyes, so as not to let the children see the bloody scene that followed.

On the high platform, the Xicai teacher's movements did not stop, his hands were steady without the slightest tremor, and the long sword was still sent into the Xicai teacher's mouth inch by inch.

Three inches!

Five inches!

One foot!

Nearly half of the long sword had sunk into Xi Caishi's mouth, but there was nothing unusual on Xi Caishi's face.

Everyone held their breath in unison, for fear of disturbing the artist by making the slightest noise.

Seven feet!

The blade of the long sword has all entered the mouth of the Xicai teacher, leaving only the hilt exposed.

The play color master let go of the hilt of his sword with both hands, and walked around the high platform with his arms outstretched.

Whether it is expression or actions, they are no different from ordinary people, as if the seven-foot sword edge has not entered the mouth of the artist, but entered another space!

"it is good!"

"amazing!"

"Great!"

"another one!"

"It should be rewarded!"

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The onlookers came to their senses and began to applaud loudly.

Ding Ding!Dangdang!

A piece of copper coin or broken silver was still placed on the copper plate on the high platform by the crowd, making a clear and pleasant sound.

"Interesting, how did he do it? Taoism or magic?"

Chu Ci looked at the play colorist on the high stage with a strange look in his eyes.

At the same time, he took out a piece of silver and threw it into the copper plate.

After everyone gave a round of rewards, the colorist on stage made a move.

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, he slowly exerted force and pulled the long sword out of his mouth inch by inch.

A moment later, a seven-foot shiny long sword returned to the Xi Caishi's hands.

Holding the long sword, the Xicai master slashed at the half iron rod standing on the stake again.

The long sword cut across the iron rod without being hindered in the slightest.

Ding!

A piece of iron rod fell on the high platform, the section was as smooth as a mirror!

Chapter 152: Tricks of Empty Plate Fishing!

"Okay! Another one!"

The wonderful tricks performed by the play colorist made the eyes of the onlookers shine, and they all applauded.

The play colorist put away his long sword, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Lei thank you for your love."

"Lei entered Shengjing City for the first time, and he has nothing else to entertain you, so how about performing a few more tricks?"

As soon as the opera colorist finished speaking, the crowd onlookers immediately cheered up.

"it is good!"

"another one!"

"This old man has money, reward him!"

Snapped!

A piece of silver weighing twelve taels was thrown into the copper plate.

The reward was a rich merchant in silk and satin, who was watching the next performance of the play colorist with a smile on his face.

The play colorist bowed his hands to the wealthy businessman as a thank you.

Next, the play colorist moved a table and put it on the high platform, with a piece of red cloth spread on the table.

Then the play colorist took out several objects and put them on the table.

A plate filled with clear water, with a lotus flower and three carps painted on the bottom of the plate.

A slender bamboo pole, a tangled and knotted fishing line, an embroidery needle, and a pair of scissors.

Putting these things on the table, the play colorist cupped his hands and said to everyone, "Next, I'm going to catch a fish for everyone to try."

Everyone was looking forward to watching the next performance of the play colorist.

Chu Ci stood in the crowd, looking at Xi Caishi with great interest.

Since he has not practiced martial arts, and does he have fluctuations in Taoism and magic, is it really just a blindfold?

The play colorist walked to the table, rolled up his colorful sleeves, and showed a pair of pale hands.

First, I picked up the embroidery needle and pinched the tail of the needle with the thumb and index finger of my right hand.

I flicked the handle of the needle with my left hand, and there were a few crisp clicks, which proved that it was an ordinary embroidery needle.

The play colorist held the embroidery needle in front of his mouth, and just when everyone thought he was going to perform needle swallowing, the play colorist let out a breath towards the embroidery needle.

Then the hard embroidery needle seemed to have turned into a noodle, and the handle of the needle fell limply on the hand of the artist.

The play colorist shook his head slightly, stroked the embroidery needle with the other hand, and barely made the needle into the shape of a fishhook.

The play colorist nodded, put down the fishhook made of embroidery needles, and put it aside.

Then he picked up the tangled mess of fishing line.

Xi Caishi took the fishing line and wanted to untie it, but unfortunately, he became more and more busy and confused, and finally the fishing line became even more entangled.

The crowd watching under the stage saw the helpless expression of the play colorist, and all laughed.

The play colorist held the fishing line in thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his head, as if he had come up with a solution.

The play colorist picked up the scissors on the table again, aimed at the ball of fishing line and cut it a few times.

The tangled fishing line was finally untied this time, but it was also shredded by the scissors, making it completely unusable.

The play colorist didn't take it seriously, and looked happy.

Put down the scissors and gather the broken fishing line in the palm of your hand.

"what!"

The play colorist blew another breath into the palm of his hand.

Then he pinched a thread with two fingers and flicked his wrist.

Swish!

A slender and silky fishing line suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

"it is good!"

clap clap

When everyone saw this scene, their eyes widened in amazement, and they were extremely curious about how the colorist turned a bunch of broken threads into one.

Chu Ci has been staring at Xi Caishi's technique all the time. With Chu Ci's current eyesight, he can't see how Xi Caishi did it.

"This is not a trick, but magic, right?!"

Chu Ci looked at the Xicai master and thought to himself.

After solving the hook and line, the play colorist picked up the bamboo pole again, tied one end of the fishing line to the bamboo pole, and tied the other end to the fishhook. A simple fishing pole just sat there.

The play colorist weighed the fishing rod and expressed his satisfaction.

"Everyone, watch out, Mr. Lei is going fishing!"

This is West Street, but there is no river fishpond. Everyone is curious about how the play artist fishes. They can't fish on the fish plate filled with clear water, right?

Living up to everyone's expectations, Xi Caishi really did just that!

He found a chair, and the play colorist sat on the chair, holding the fishing rod with one hand, and dropped the hook into the fish dish.

Seeing this scene, everyone began to discuss curiously.

"Are you really fishing on a fish plate?"

"Can this catch fish?"

"There are painted fish on the fish plate? How do you catch them?"

"Strange!"

"If you really want to catch it, the old man will pay for it!"

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The play colorist looked at the people who were talking aloud, and stretched out a finger in front of his mouth.

"Shh..."

"Hold down, the fish is coming!"