You are my golden finger

Chapter 228: Horse Racing Youth Tour (3)

Pavilion Master Qi had just drunk a few glasses of wine, and he was probably a little drunk and excited. He took An An to the martial arts arena.

An An was still a child at heart. When she saw the meteor hammer, it was like seeing her favorite toy. Her eyes lit up. She didn't care about the reactions of the crowd and followed the old Pavilion Master Qi.

"Open!" Pavilion Master Qi shouted, waving the meteor hammer in his hand. The chain stretched out, and the meteor hammer spun rapidly beside him like a spinning windmill and was swung out, making a terrifying sound of breaking through the air, just like a real meteor.

The chains shook again, and the meteor hammer was withdrawn, flipped, and spun around like a wild dragon, with an incredibly fast and powerful speed. The meteor hammer kept flying, and all the air currents in the air were squeezed and pushed away, and the meteor hammer turned into streams of light.

The old Pavilion Master finally wrapped the chain around himself several times to stop the meteor hammer from moving.

"An An, do you like it?"

"I like it! Grandpa Qi, teach me!" An An immediately turned into a little fan.

So the old man and the young man began to teach the martial arts in the martial arts arena, one taught seriously, and the other learned with great concentration. Even the people watching were completely ignored by the two of them, until An An basically mastered the martial arts.

The capital is one of the most prosperous and bustling cities in the southwest region. It has a long history, beautiful scenery, rich products and a long-standing culture. Especially the "First Street in Western Sichuan", it is bustling with people coming and going, making people linger.

People come and go on the street, mostly people doing business and shopping, and there are many shops on the street. There are many restaurants, such as hot pot, skewers, husband and wife lung slices, Lai tangyuan, dandan noodles... There are many kinds of snacks, from cold dishes to hot drinks, from fried to steamed, with various colors and ever-changing flavors.

Ming Ruyue is a local boss. Today she was like a big sister, walking in the front and leading a team to rush to the shops she was familiar with, trying all kinds of snacks that she thought were delicious.

Finally, Ming Ruyue led everyone into a hot pot restaurant. What hit them was a strong spicy smell of chili peppers and peppercorns, which was many times spicier than the hot pot base that Lin Xijin usually prepared.

"This is the most authentic hot pot restaurant in our capital. Compared with the ones in Kyoto, the taste is stronger and spicier, but you will be more addicted to it." Ming Ruoyue introduced.

She first picked up a piece of tripe and scalded it in the red oil soup pot with red peppers floating on the surface, then took it out. The tripe had an attractive color, a fragrant aroma, and was dripping with chili oil. She put it in her mouth and chewed it intoxicatedly, then sighed and said, "Oh, this is the taste!"

“Come on, come on, help yourself and eat!” Ming Ruyue invited everyone to eat and drink.

Qi Jinghao shook his head with a hint of doting and helplessness, then politely began to boil the dishes and invited everyone to eat and drink together.

Although everyone usually eats spicy food, they were sweating profusely after just a few bites of the food, and their mouths and tongues were filled with a numb and burning sensation.

"So spicy? Could it be the devil pepper?" An An and a few girls started drinking water non-stop.

Although the boys were more restrained, it was obvious that the spiciness was not pleasant.

Finally, Qi Jinghao had to ask the store to change the pot to a slightly spicy one that was almost like white soup. Only then did everyone recover and have a full meal.

Only Ming Ruoyue was still eating the pot of deep red spicy soup. She would dip the slices of meat from the pot in lots of chili powder before putting them into her mouth contentedly to taste them carefully. It was like eating the most delicious food in the world.

"Ruyue, you shouldn't eat such spicy food. You just came back and your stomach may not be used to it." Qi Jinghao persuaded Ming Ruyue.

"It's okay. I haven't eaten like this for a long time. I've been craving it for a long time." Ming Ruyue answered indifferently.

"Sister Ruyue, is your tongue still there?" An An asked playfully after eating hot pot.

"Yes, you can continue eating!" Ming Ruyue stuck out her tongue and made a face.

Her strange behavior made everyone laugh.

After eating hot pot, Ming Ruyue took everyone to the theater to watch the face-changing art of Sichuan Opera. The most classic play in face-changing drama, "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", was performed on the stage.

I saw the actor on the stage with his face covered with colorful oil paints. He just turned around suddenly and waved his hands quickly in front of his face, like a magician performing a magical spell. The actor's face had quietly changed, and in an instant many faces of different colors appeared, including red, yellow, white, black and dark blue.

The different colors of facial makeup represent different characters in the play, and the color of the face also represents his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in his heart.

"Wow, how can the face-changing process be so fast? It's so mysterious, do they have some magic?" Xin Lan felt that there was a supernatural magic driving everything.

"Oh, the actors' faces kept changing various expressions and colors. Every change of face left me stunned. The face changing of Sichuan Opera is so charming." Xi Jia also sighed repeatedly.

"Oh, I noticed that the actor puts his hands in the cloak every time he changes his face. Does that mean that every time the actor pulls the rope inside the cloak, he can change his face?" An An is quite good at finding problems.

"I know this. I specifically asked the actors who perform face-changing. There are three ways to change faces, including wiping, blowing and pulling. Wiping means applying makeup oil to specific parts of the face. When a change is needed, just wiping it on the face will create a change in the facial makeup."

"Blowing the face means using techniques such as blowing fire, water, and soot to change the facial makeup during performances."

"The face-pulling performance requires all the facial makeup to be painted on layers of silk, and some clever mechanisms to be set up on the actors. As the plot progresses, the face can be changed quickly by just raising and lowering the hands." Ming Ruyue patiently explained each item to everyone.

"Alas, one minute on stage takes ten years of hard work off stage. I never thought that the actors need to do so much preparation for just a short while of watching kung fu. It's really not easy!" Wu Beijing sighed with emotion.

"Well, it's just like when Sister Mu Jin learned acupuncture. A small silver needle was inserted in just a moment, but Sister Mu Jin had no idea how many holes she had made on her body." An An immediately put what he had learned into practice and extended it.

After hearing what An An said, Cheng Zheng immediately looked at Lin Mujin with loving eyes. He really couldn't imagine that the girl he loved studied so hard, and as a fellow medical student, he knew the dedication involved.

Mu Jin felt Cheng Zheng's gaze and lowered her head in embarrassment. Several girls couldn't help but smile knowingly.

After the theater, we went to the Wuhou Temple. The statue of Zhuge Liang, wearing a turban, a yellow and black cloth robe, and holding a feather fan, made people imagine. The words "there are mountains and valleys in my heart" and "deciding a victory thousands of miles away" can all be derived from his expression at the moment.

This group of young people are familiar with the story of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". "He visited Liu Bei three times to ask for advice on state affairs, and helped the old ministers of two dynasties." From the beginning when Zhuge Liang followed Liu Bei to "devoting himself to the Kingdom of Shu until his death", this embodiment of wisdom in the hearts of the Chinese people has a life that is both moving and tragic.