You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 242: Illusion? Stage? Mist?

"Puchi~" Changqing's voice was particularly harsh in the silent theater.

"They can come if they want to. If they feel tired of living, they can come. So what if there are more people? It's just a matter of a few more swords."

"Arrogant!"

"What a loud tone!"

Those monks cursed angrily at once.

However, when they met Changqing's very calm expression, they felt guilty unconsciously. They had all seen this man's methods, and now Changqing looked at them as if he was looking at a few dead people!

Jun Buqiu frowned and was about to continue speaking.

Chang Qing kept smiling, staring at him, and interrupted Jun Buqiu:

"And you, Jun Buqiu, do you think there's no chance of a fight between us, so you're a little anxious and want to add fuel to the fire?"

Jun Buqiu's expression changed, and he looked at Changqing with a bit of seriousness and anger and said, "Why do you say that, Daoist friend? I really spoke out to persuade for the sake of peace among the cultivators. Daoist friend, what is your intention in saying that?"

Chang Qing looked at Jun Buqiu jokingly and said:

"Stop pretending to be nice here. From the time you spread the news about the Qingye Token, to planning the first round of killings, to now stirring up trouble among the crowd, which of these things didn't involve you?"

The monks looked at Jun Buqiu in shock, as if trying to verify the truthfulness of Changqing's words.

Those disciples from the first-class sects who were originally looking for trouble also looked at Jun Buqiu meaningfully.

Chang Qing's words were obvious: they were being used as a gun by this man.

Jun Buqiu's expression changed, but he quickly regained his composure.

But this scene fell into everyone's eyes, and everyone had the answer in their hearts. Looking at the handsome Jun Buqiu, I felt a chill on my back and couldn't help but sigh that I was being used by someone without knowing it. This person has such a sophisticated method and such a deep mind.

Jun Buqiu took a deep breath, and finally smiled warmly and said:

"Why are you making such false accusations, my friend? I am a gentleman and I act uprightly. Brother, please be careful with your words!"

Chang Qing raised his eyebrows, with a bit of contempt in his heart:

"To accuse someone, and dare to do it but not admit it? This is really laughable! In my opinion, this is a betrayal, a abandonment of kindness, and a hypocrite!

Since you, Mr. Dao, say that you are a gentleman, do you dare to swear to your Dao heart? If you dare, how about I personally admit my mistakes to them?"

Changqing's words sounded a little coercive.

Jun Buqiu's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that this person had a deep understanding of Confucianism and every word he said was precious. Now his situation was like a dilemma.

"My son has earned the reputation of being a gentleman in the academy, so why should I explain this to you?"

A black figure stood in front of Jun Buqiu, which helped Jun Buqiu out of the predicament.

This scene indeed made everyone more convinced of what Chang Qing had said before, and they all moved away for fear of being used.

"The Confucian spirit is no longer ancient!"

Changqing curled his lips, feeling bored, and was too lazy to pay attention to the man in black and Jun Buqiu. He turned around and sat down, waiting for the show to begin.

Jun Buqiu had been looking at Changqing, and when he saw him turn around, there was a hint of contempt and disdain on his face. For some reason, he suddenly felt angry, and a fierce look in his eyes suddenly appeared, but he hid it well.

From the day he was born, he was known as a Confucian and Taoist genius. Within the scope of Confucianism and Taoism, he was like a fish in water, constantly hiding his nature, and was never discovered even in front of his elders.

But he never thought that today, he would be exposed at a glance. It felt like he had no secrets at all in front of this person. For a moment, Jun Buqiu looked at Changqing's back and felt like a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making him breathless.

"He must die!" Jun Buqiu bore a grudge against Chang Qing in his heart, but on the surface he still acted like a gentleman and found a seat to sit down.

What Chang Qing didn't know was that after this day, Jun Buqiu developed a poison of anger! The appearance of the poison of anger was a figure wearing a mask with a mocking expression on his face.

Of course, this is a later story...

More and more people were attracted by the sound of the gong and arrived, and they couldn't help but fight for seats. Soon everyone discovered that once the tables, chairs and benches were damaged, a black smoke would emerge, wrapping and swallowing the troublemakers.

The crowd suddenly became much more obedient, and they also felt that the seats closer to the front were not necessarily better.

After a few breaths, a purple light flew from the sky, and a man in purple clothes sat quietly in the corner.

Changqing's buttocks tightened and he quickly turned around and sat down obediently, praying in his heart that he would not be stared at again. This Li Yuesu was like an evil star, and every time he met her, nothing good happened.

Everyone was waiting in boredom, and they didn't know what would happen next.

suddenly,

On the stage.

Thick fog suddenly rose and the sound of cymbals rang out, attracting everyone's attention.

Then the sounds of small gongs and big drums echoed, and a long, high-pitched voice of an actor rang out.

"Since ancient times, everyone has to die. Don't force immortality!"

A group of actors whose faces could not be seen clearly walked onto the stage.

Then the opera began to flow like a trickle of water, gently and melodiously, and began to interpret a story of a mortal seeking immortality.

The thick fog gradually made it impossible to see the figures of the people.

But the actor's tone was even clearer.

Or it may be high-pitched and passionate, shocking like a mountain waterfall;

Or humming and singing softly, moistening everything silently like a drizzle.

In the thick fog where figures could not be seen clearly, a slightly strange piece of music was composed. However, there seemed to be bursts of mechanical sounds in the thick fog, which set off the strange atmosphere of this opera.

The thick fog quickly dissipated, but the scene inside scared Changqing. There were no actors on the stage. The sounds of the musical instruments were all played by puppets!

The puppet had white makeup on its face, bright red blush on its face, and red clothes on its body. Its lifeless wooden eyes stared at everyone present.

The puppet was hung with a long white ribbon and was beating musical instruments, but Changqing became more and more nervous. None of this should be happening here. This was clearly a divine opera from his previous life.

"How is this possible? How could the Opera Divine Song appear here by such a coincidence?" Chang Qing murmured, wanting to hold his head and sort out his thoughts.

When he raised his hand, he found that the ribbon in the puppet's hand had already wrapped him up. When he turned around, he saw that everyone had an obsessed look on their faces and didn't realize that he was wrapped up by the ribbon.

Chang Qing tried to break free, but was suddenly loosened the next second. He looked around and found that there was no trace of the theater around him.

The people from the Yuling Sect who came with him had long since disappeared. The surroundings were all filled with white fog, a vast expanse of white that was impossible to see clearly or touch, as if he was the only one left.

It all seemed like a dream.

From time to time, a black shadow flashed through the white mist. Its body was distorted and it had several faces. It did not look like a human being. It stared at Changqing in the white mist.

Changqing took a step forward and forced the monster back several times, but found that his strength was getting weaker and weaker. The feeling every time he fought with the monster made Changqing know that the monster was real.

Finally, one time, when the monster pounced on him, Changqing could no longer feel any spiritual power in his body, and he wrestled with the monster like this. Every time a wound appeared on his body, Changqing fought back, using the method of exchanging injuries for injuries, and finally exhausted the monster to death.