Republic of China era: Actor? Please call me Martial Arts Master!

Chapter 33 Determining Fate Through Bone Reading, Paying Homage to the Ancestral Master

"Awoo!"

The boy let out a strange cry and, disregarding the fact that the other person was taller than him, opened his mouth, revealing a set of white teeth, and bit down on the homeless man's calf.

ruthless.

This was a real bite, skin and all.

"ah!!"

The homeless man screamed and slapped the boy across the face.

The boy's nose was bleeding profusely from the beating, but he refused to give in, as if he wanted to tear a piece of flesh off the other boy.

"That's interesting."

Lu Cheng watched this scene unfold.

He didn't act immediately, but watched quietly.

The two homeless men were so frightened by the boy's fierceness that they limped away, cursing and swearing.

The boy then opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

He didn't even wipe the blood from his face. He picked up the half-crushed steamed bun in his arms and was about to put it in his mouth.

But he stopped.

He carefully broke off most of it and turned to hand it to a smaller girl wrapped in a pile of tattered straw mats behind him.

The girl looked only five or six years old, and she was so hungry that she didn't even have the strength to cry.

"Sis, eat."

The boy, his voice hoarse, stuffed most of the steamed bun into his sister's mouth, leaving only a small piece of the hard crust for himself.

Lu Cheng's gaze changed at that moment.

If all you do is be ruthless, you're a desperate criminal who can't be tamed.

But if someone is loyal and righteous, then they are not a wolf, but... a general.

Lu Cheng walked over.

A shadow fell.

The boy turned around abruptly, like a wildcat with its fur standing on end. Although he had no weapon in his hand, the tense muscles all over his body showed that he was ready to fight to the death at any moment.

"Do you want to live?"

Lu Cheng looked down at him and asked calmly.

The boy didn't speak, but kept staring intently at Lu Cheng, protecting his sister behind him.

Lu Cheng smiled.

He took the oil paper package from Shunzi and opened it.

Inside were three steaming hot, oily meat buns.

The aroma exploded instantly in the cold wind.

The boy's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and a look of intense longing flashed in his eyes, but he did not move.

"Eat it, then come with me."

Lu Cheng handed the steamed bun over.

"I won't have to steal other people's stale cornbread anymore."

"As long as you're willing to endure hardship, as long as you can get past my rules."

"I'll let you and your sister eat meat every meal."

Upon hearing the word "little sister," the boy's defenses finally crumbled.

He hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the steamed bun.

But he didn't eat it himself.

Instead, he first stuffed the two into his younger sister's arms, and then picked up the last one, wolfing it down into his mouth without even chewing it, almost choking to death.

finished eating.

He wiped the oil and blood from his mouth, glanced at Lu Cheng's clean silk robe, and then looked at his own hands covered in mud.

He didn't dare to grab Lu Cheng's clothes.

Instead, with a "plop," he knelt down on the cold, frozen ground.

He banged his head down hard.

"Master!"

"My life belongs to you."

"As long as my sister can live, I'll kill and set fires. Just say the word. If I even flinch, I'm a coward."

Lu Cheng shook his head and bent down.

He didn't mind the dirt; he stretched out his long, strong hands and pulled the boy up.

It's all bone when you pick it up, it's really uncomfortable.

But he has a large frame, big hands and feet, and especially his spine, which is as hard as an iron bar.

"Neither kill nor commit arson."

"Come back with me, and we'll get clean."

From now on, your name will be Lu Feng.

"The sharp edge, the pioneering edge."

That day, Lu Cheng brought back six children from the human market.

But of all these, the one he valued most was this wolf cub named Lu Feng.

The Lu family mansion.

The six children were led into the backyard.

This was the first time in their lives they had ever entered such a large house.

Looking at the vermilion pillars and smelling the aroma of meat wafting from the kitchen, everyone was so flustered that they didn't know where to put their hands and feet, afraid of stepping on the floor tiles and getting them dirty.

"Don't rush to eat."

Lu Cheng stood under the corridor, his hands behind his back.

"Shunzi, take them to take a bath."

"Scrub all the lice and dirt off your body."

"Come see me again in new clothes."

One hour later.

The six children have been completely transformed.

Although his face was still thin and his hair was messy, once he put on the uniform blue practice clothes and tied his belt, his spirit and energy immediately changed.

An incense table had already been set up in the main hall.

The figure enshrined above is not Guan Yu, but the patriarch of the Peking Opera world... Emperor Xuanzong of Tang.

Red candles were lit on both sides, and wisps of incense smoke curled upwards.

Lu Cheng sat upright at the head of the table, with a ruler and a cup of tea beside him.

Ah Bing sat in the corner, gently playing a melodious tune of "Three Variations on Plum Blossom," adding a touch of solemnity to the dignified ceremony.

"Kneel down."

Zhou Daikui shouted loudly from the side.

The six children knelt down on the prayer mats in unison.

"Once you join the Qingyun Troupe, you become a member of the Lu family."

Lu Cheng's voice wasn't loud, but it had a penetrating quality.

"Today, I'm going to 'feel your bones'."

"This is the rule of our sect. It determines what kind of person you are and what kind of job you will have in the future."

Lu Cheng stood up and walked to the first child.

"Relax, don't tense up."

His hand started from the back of the child's head and moved down the spine, segment by segment.

He touched it very carefully and very slowly.

"Hmm, flexible waist, open hips."

Lu Cheng nodded, "From now on, you should follow Feng Sanniang to train in 'Martial Arts Actress' roles. You'll be a star in the making."

Although the child didn't understand, he knew it was a good thing and quickly kowtowed.

Lu Cheng touched them one by one.

Some are suitable for practicing swordsmanship, while others are suitable for somersaults.

Until she walked up to Lu Feng.

The boy knelt upright, and even after kneeling for a long time, his back didn't bend even once.

Lu Cheng put his hand on his shoulder.

"Um?"

Lu Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

With a slight exertion of his palm, he pinched his collarbone and then pressed down hard along his spine.

This kid's got guts...!

Moreover, it's not rigid; it has a spring-like resilience, like a fully drawn bow.

A natural-born martial arts prodigy!

"Does it hurt?"

Lu Cheng suddenly exerted force with his fingers, gripping the gap between his joints.

This is called "dislocating tendons and bones," and even ordinary adults can't withstand it.

Lu Feng was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat, his face turned as white as paper, and his body trembled violently.

But he bit his lip so hard that it bled, but he didn't utter a sound.

He squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

"It doesn't... hurt."

"good!"

Lu Cheng released his grip, a hint of undisguised admiration in his eyes.

"It's a good piece of iron."

"If this talent is properly developed, you will be a top martial artist in Beijing in the future."

Lu Cheng walked back to his seat and picked up his teacup.

"Lu Feng, you'll be working for me from now on."

"Practice with the spear."

"Standing in the Three-Body Stance for one hour each morning and evening; if you miss a quarter of an hour, you won't get any food. Can you handle that?"

Lu Feng suddenly looked up, his eyes shining like stars.

"I can handle it!"

"it is good."

Lu Cheng put down his teacup and glanced at the six children.

"From this day forward, you are my disciples."

"Kneel down."

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The six children kowtowed three times deeply to their ancestor and to Lu Cheng.

From this moment on...

The Qingyun Troupe is no longer just a troupe that performs operas.

Its skeleton has been erected.

Looking at these young yet hopeful faces, Lu Cheng felt a surge of pride.

In this chaotic world, he not only has to make his own performance stand out.

We also need to lead these children to put on a great show!