Yiyiyi~

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A gentle opera sound came from the mist. Zhang Wuji, who was marching on the back of the poor water ghost, did not care about it at first. There were too many strange sounds here, so I basically ignored it. However, as time passed, the sound of the opera became clearer.

In his eyes, a very wide ancient manor suddenly appeared on the water bank on the left.

Red walls and green tiles, lanterns hanging high, and melodious singing sounds came from it.

The main entrance of the manor is open, dignified and generous, with a very high threshold. Zhang Wuji saw with his own eyes that two ghosts in red wanted to enter, but were driven away by two guys who looked like servants guarding the door.

Something interesting.

Maybe it is the core of this small realm.

He gently kicked his feet and pulled his hands, and the water ghost turned left obediently and stopped on the shore.

Unlocking the reins of this guy, in its fearful eyes, Zhang Wuji jumped onto An, waved his hand, and walked cautiously towards the obviously unusual manor.

When he touched the red brick wall, he felt a powerful formation protecting the entire garden.

No wonder even the evil spirit in red can't get in.

The strength of this formation can at least be regarded as the protection formation of a small sect.

The janitor's words came clearly in front of him: "...I have only been practicing for two hundred years. I dare to let you in. Do you dare to listen?"

"All cats and dogs are here to join in the fun. I still want to die a second time after I die, right?"

"Dream, I won't let you go!"

Is this what a ghost should say?

Zhang Wuji was full of doubts.

"This brother."

Suddenly someone patted Zhang Wuji from behind, and he felt nervous and went back to take a look.

A young man with a pretty appearance, his crown and hair were tied up high, and a few strands of fish that had escaped the net fell on his forehead. His extremely white face had a pair of big and bright eyes, and his black eyes were full of agility.

Seeing the sect marks on the latter's chest, Zhang Wuji knew it in his heart.

Another disciple of Fuyao Sect whom I have never seen before.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's puzzled eyes, the handsome boy quickly explained: "Brother, do you want to go in?"

Zhang Wuji nodded.

"I advise you not to."

"One hour ago, I watched several fellow disciples sway in, but they haven't come out yet. I guess they are in danger and want to collect their bodies."

The boy's face was full of sadness.

"By the way, with the size of this courtyard, it is more or less a dominant existence in the underworld. How could you dare to build such a large ghost house on the plain without a thousand-year-old Taoist practice? What do you think of the ghost soldiers who wander in the underworld and do whatever they see?"

"Recalling that, my master accidentally entered the Yin Realm, traveled for half a month, killed more than ten thousand-year-old ghosts, and bragged to our brothers for many years."

"I suspect he is bragging in my eyes, but I have no evidence."

“…”

Zhang Wuji stared at the guy talking nonsense, without caring about his feelings at all, nor did he care about the fact that the two met by chance and didn't even understand the family.

"I'm going in."

Unable to stand this kind of self-proficiency, Zhang Wuji turned around and left.

"I... Hey? Brother, wait for me and listen to the song together. My name is Li Shimo, a disciple of the spiritual sword lineage of Fuyao Sect. He is now seventeen years old and has mastered the famous sword immortal Fan Hengyang. Where are you?"

"Qingling Sect, Han Wuji."

"Qingling Sect?"

"Hasn't Qingling Sect been destroyed? Even Fairy Han was occupied by someone when he heard it."

"Brother, do you know Fairy Han from your sect? I had the honor of seeing her in Wanjuhai City. She was so sad that she was soaked in fish and geese that she was so embarrassed that she was shy. Her heart was more sensation than the gods, and her breasts were three points bigger than that."

"What?"

"Um?"

Li Shimo was stunned by Zhang Wuji's sudden questioning and stood there in a daze.

"That's it, our sect, that, that, Senior Sister Yun, the daughter of the Sect Master. I thought she was old enough, but I didn't expect there was someone older than her."

Li Shimo blushed as he spoke, with a look of yearning in his eyes.

She.

acquaintance.

Zhang Wuji said silently.

Moreover, there is not only Fairy Han in my cave, but also a bigger one.

Zhang Wuji nodded, ignored this stupid disciple of Fuyao Sect and continued to walk towards the gate of the house.

He wanted to go in and listen to the opera at this time.

It's like listening to this guy's Moji strong.

Li Shimo hurriedly followed, his mouth was not idle for half a second.

The ghost guarding the door was wearing a long black jacket and a silk dome hat. A huge red ball on it looked quite funny, like an acrobat who deliberately acted ugly and attracted pedestrians.

"Oh, two distinguished guests from the world."

Seeing Zhang Wuji and Li Shimo coming, the eyes of the guard ghost lit up, and his pale face was full of earnest smiles, just as happy as the young wife saw her husband returning from afar.

He kicked away the unqualified ghost that he wanted to rub in and waved his hands cordially at Zhang Wuji and the others.

"The two young talents are seeing the existence of calling the wind and rain in the world. Our master heard that many outstanding young people like you have come to visit nearby recently. In order to express their feelings, they specially prepared this unique drama in their own manor. Those who performed on stage were famous actors from all dynasties in the past..."

"Does it cost money to watch the show?"

Li Shimo asked suddenly.

The guardian was stunned and replied, "No one is taken."

"What do you masters do? What should you do if your living people listen to ghost dramas? If their energy is drained?"

“There are subsidies for listening to operas.”

Li Shimo's eyes changed, and he hurriedly asked, "Brother, what subsidy?"

"A hero from the world, as long as I can hear a scene and be awake, my master will give me a cup of Soul-Leaving Brew for a hundred years."

"A cup of soul-leaving brew that can last for a year of hard work in the soul?"

"Yes, that's what."

Li Shimo's eyes were shiny, obviously moved. His master bragged about this thing a lot, saying that he hugged the ghost bride in the underworld and drank three big cups. When he woke up, his soul went straight into the land and the gods.

"This is serious?"

The guardian looked at him again, and then said, "This young master is from the great sect of the world. Your brothers said that there were at least seven or eight of them. If you don't go in, you will look a little cowardly."

Zhang Wuji asked at the right time.

"What if I lose my mind after listening to the play?"

The guard ghost smiled and said, "Then sit in the seat and hear it all the time, until his three souls, five spirits, and six consciousnesses are destroyed, and all his essence, energy, blood and flesh are sucked dry by the opera singer."

“It’s all by voluntary.”

Li Shimo immediately shrank his neck.

He didn't have to look at Zhang Wuji, who was slightly taller than him.

"And there is a ghost king show today. The master promised that after watching it, there will be a more generous reward, at least one cup of Thousand Years of Soul-Leaving Brew as the foundation."
Chapter completed!