"Okay! One more one!"

The wonderful tricks performed by the opera painters made the onlookers bright and applauded.

The opera artist put away the long sword, folded his hands and smiled, "Lei, thank you all for your love."

"Lei first entered Shengjing, and there is no other way to entertain you, how about performing a few more tricks?"

As soon as the opera painter's voice fell, the crowd onlookers immediately became happy.

"good!"

"another one!"

"The old man is rich, reward!"

Snapped!

A full twelve pieces of silver was thrown into the copper plate.

The reward was a wealthy businessman wearing silk and satin, watching the next performance of the opera artist with a smile.

The opera artist bowed his hands towards the wealthy businessman, which was regarded as a thank you.

Next, the opera artist moved a table and placed it on a high platform, with a red cloth spread on the table.

Then the actor took out a few more objects and put them on the table.

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

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

Putting these things on the table, the painter said to everyone, "Next, I'm going to catch a fish for you to try."

Everyone is looking forward to watching the next performance of the opera painter.

Standing in the crowd, Chu Ci looked at the opera painter with interest.

If you have not practiced martial arts, are there any fluctuations in Taoism and magic, is it really just a blinding technique?

The opera artist stepped to the table, rolled up his colorful sleeves, and revealed 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.

The left hand flicked the needle handle with a few crisp sounds, proving that it was an ordinary embroidery needle.

The opera painter held the embroidery needle in front of his mouth, and when everyone thought he was going to perform swallowing the needle, the opera painter let out a sigh of relief at the embroidery needle.

Then the hard embroidery needle seemed to become noodles, and the needle's handle was limp and placed on the hand of the painter.

The painter shook his head slightly and stroked the embroidery needle with his other hand, narrowing the needle into the shape of a fish hook.

The artist nodded, put down the fish hook made of embroidery needles, and set it aside.

Then he picked up the tangled, messy fishing line.

The painter took the fishing line and wanted to untie the fishing line, but unfortunately, the busier he became, the more chaotic the fishing line became.

The crowd onlookers looked at the helpless expression of the opera painter and all laughed.

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

I saw the draper picked up the scissors on the table again, aimed at the fishing ball, and cut a few times.

The entangled fishing line was finally untied this time, but it was also cut to pieces by scissors, and it was completely useless.

The opera painter didn't care, and looked happy.

Put down the scissors and put the broken fishing line in the palm of your hand with both hands.

"what!"

The opera painter breathed another breath towards the palm of his hand.

Then he pinched a thread with **** and shook his wrist.

Huh!

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

"good!"

Bang bang bang...

When everyone saw this scene, their eyes widened in surprise, and they were extremely curious as to how the opera painter turned a ball of broken thread into one.

Chuci has been staring at the opera painter intently, and Chuci's current vision can also not see how the opera painter does this.

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

Chu Ci looked at the opera artist and said inwardly.

After solving the fishing hook and fishing line, the painter picked up the bamboo pole again, and tied one end of the fishing line to the bamboo pole, and the other end of the fishing hook, so that a simple fishing rod was seated.

The painter weighed the fishing rod and expressed his satisfaction.

"Everyone, look good, someone Lei is going to fish!"

This is West Street, but there are no river fish ponds. Everyone is curious about how the dramatist fishes. You can't fish on the fish plate with clear water, right?

To live up to everyone's expectations, the opera painter really did just that!

I found a chair, and the old **** of the opera painter was sitting on the chair, holding the fishing rod in one hand, and dropped the hook into the fish plate.

When everyone saw this scene, they started talking curiously.

"Really fishing on the fish plate?"

"Can this catch fish?"

"Is the fish drawn on the fish plate? How do I catch it?"

"Weird!"

"I really want to catch it, the old man paid for it!"

···

The painter looked at the people who were talking, and put a finger in front of his mouth.

"Shh..."

"Be quiet, the fish is here!"

The crowd quieted subconsciously and watched the artist's movements with their eyes wide open.

The painter held the tail of the bamboo pole, and the other end of the fishing line fell straight into the fish plate.

In the next second, the straight fishing line jittered slightly!

Immediately afterwards, the fishing line jittered more and more violently, as if at the other end of the fishing line, the hook really caught a big fish!

"hiss···"

Everyone took a deep breath, held their breath and looked down.

The fishing line jittered for a while, and even the clear water in the fish plate splashed out a lot.

Finally, the emptiness of the big fish seemed to give up struggling, and the fishing line tightened again.

"rise!"

Upon seeing this, the opera artist stood up, held the bamboo pole with both hands, and lifted it up forcefully.

The slender bamboo pole was gradually bent as if being dragged by a heavy object.

Creak--

The curvature of the bamboo pole becomes larger and larger, and one can't help but worry that the bamboo pole will break in the next second.

"drink!"

The painter gave a soft drink, and then flicked the bamboo pole vigorously.

The fishing line tensed instantly and suddenly pulled out of the fish plate.

Fluttering!

In the next second, water splashed all over!

A big carp leaped out of the fish dish while biting on the hook, and was dragged by the fishing line and swayed back and forth in the air.

"Ha ha···"

Upon seeing this, the opera painter laughed loudly, "What a big fish, you all have a good time this time!"