Chapter 13

Just then, Liang Kuan suddenly did a somersault on the roof, almost falling off.

The old troupe master shouted angrily, "What are you doing?"

Liang Kuan, embarrassed, said, "I thought the foreign ship was firing!"

The old troupe master looked at him with disdain, "When the sky thunders, you think the foreign ship is firing? If the foreign ship really fired, we would go straight to the United States to dig for gold, no need to waste time here. Humph, really!" As he said this, he turned and walked away angrily. Aunt Thirteen was not far away, calling him over to sit down and prepare for a photo.

At this moment, Liang Kuan, as if he had taken the wrong medicine, suddenly shouted for them to wait, then jumped down from the roof with a basket in hand. Unfortunately, he miscalculated the force and fell on his buttocks right in front of Aunt Thirteen.

"Liang Kuan, what are you doing?"

Lin Sha took a few steps forward, blocking Liang Kuan and Aunt Thirteen from each other's sight, and said to Liang Kuan, who had a dazed look on his face, with a bad temper.

"Lin, Lin, Lin Sha, why is it you?"

Liang Kuan's face flashed with anger at being blocked, but he was greatly surprised when he saw who it was.

"Of course, my master asked me to follow Aunt Thirteen, to help and also act as a bodyguard!"

Lin Sha rolled his eyes and said, "You, you said you were a martial artist in the troupe, why are you so wretched?"

Ah...

At this moment, Aunt Thirteen suddenly let out a scream. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a white object falling from the sky towards her. Without thinking, Lin Sha leaped up and gently pushed Aunt Thirteen away with a skillful move, then quickly ran away from the danger, moving like a galloping horse.

Thud!

At the same time, a dull thud came from where Liang Kuan was, followed by his panicked cries, "Ah, no good, my head is stuck!"

Lin Sha looked over and couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. Liang Kuan's head was stuck in a small wooden bucket, and he noticed that the edges of the bucket were still dripping with white sticky liquid, which seemed to be glue.

After that, there was a series of events that made people laugh and cry.

Liang Kuan went down to change his clothes. The old troupe master, though he didn't spare words, took responsibility for everything and hurriedly apologized to Aunt Thirteen.

Aunt Thirteen had a good temper. Despite almost being drenched by the glue falling from the sky, she forgave the old troupe master after a moment of shock and insisted on taking a photo for him. They agreed on a time to pick up the photo, and then she and her frightened foreign female companion packed up and prepared to leave.

"Hey, Lin Sha, is that foreign-dressed woman Aunt Thirteen?"

At this moment, Liang Kuan had already changed his clothes and, without cleaning the white glue from his hair, pulled Lin Sha with a sly look.

These days, Liang Kuan had been practicing with the militia in the morning. Although there wasn't much improvement yet, he had become very familiar with the militia and the disciples of Baozhi Lin, especially with Lin Sha.

"Have you never seen a beautiful woman? Do you want me to take you to a brothel to see one?"

Lin Sha rolled his eyes at him, seeing that the guy's eyes were darting around, and warned him, "What are you looking at? Aunt Thirteen is my master's childhood sweetheart. Do you still want to join Baozhi Lin?"

"Oh, is that so?"

Liang Kuan looked disappointed, as if he had been greatly hit, like a frost-bitten eggplant.

What Lin Sha didn't expect was that his well-intentioned warning would cause a lot of trouble, and Liang Kuan would suffer a lot, even almost missing the chance to join Baozhi Lin. But that's another story.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

Dark clouds covered the sky, and thunder rolled, indicating that a heavy rain was about to come. Under Lin Sha's urging, Aunt Thirteen and her companions quickly packed up and waved goodbye to the troupe master.

"Take your time, take your time, Lin Sha, remember to come over and play next time!"

The old troupe master waved his hand as a farewell. Unexpectedly, Liang Kuan was not shy and escorted them out of the troupe like a host, then watched them leave for several hundred meters, finally watching his goddess ride away on a bicycle happily.

"This kid, I'll have to discipline him more in the future!"

Liang Kuan's eager expression looked very unpleasant to Lin Sha, who decided to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson. He accidentally glanced at a tall figure selling his skills on the roadside and was startled, "A master!"

He wanted to take a closer look, but Aunt Thirteen urged him, so he had to leave with a heavy heart, thinking to himself: No wonder, in the late Qing Dynasty, when martial arts were about to flourish, even a street performer in a small town like Foshan was a master, not weaker than him in his previous life, or even stronger!

He had the discernment to see that the figure, the fierce aura, was so similar to him at his peak in his previous life. It was definitely an external martial arts master!

Indeed, in economically developed areas like Foshan during the late Qing Dynasty, it could truly be described as a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

The rain continued for several days, forcing the militia to temporarily interrupt their morning exercises.

In such weather, even Aunt Thirteen stayed at home, occasionally coming to Baozhi Lin to exchange glances with her cheap master. This made Lin Sha feel quite relaxed, allowing him to focus on his martial arts, and he could immediately get answers from his master when he had questions.

He thought it was good, as it would help Liang Kuan's budding spring heart to cool down, so he wouldn't be distracted during morning exercises or let his cheap master notice anything.

When the weather finally cleared up, Aunt Thirteen came to Baozhi Lin early in the morning, shouting for Lin Sha to quickly go out with them to complete the photo business that had been interrupted for several days.

Lin Sha could only sigh and, under the mocking eyes of his fellow disciples, resignedly carried the heavy antique camera and tripod, running to catch up with the two foreign-dressed beauties.

The journey was quite tiring. The drainage system in Foshan's streets was either poorly maintained or originally inadequate, making the roads muddy and difficult to walk on. After not long, his body and feet were splattered with mud, making him very uncomfortable.

Finally, after completing one business, Lin Sha sent the two foreign-dressed beauties home and returned to Baozhi Lin, feeling extremely tired. However, as soon as he entered, he sensed that the atmosphere was wrong.

The small courtyard of Baozhi Lin was crowded with people, all of whom were young and strong men from the Black Flag Army's navy turned militia. They all had grim faces, clenched fists, and angry and sorrowful expressions, their lips tightly pressed and eyes blazing like volcanoes about to erupt...