Chapter Twenty-Eight: Chen Ziyu
This time, Lee Do-hyun finally saw her face clearly.
Under the long black hair, there was a face as cold as frost, and the complexion was as pale as snow, without a trace of ruddy and vitality.
But on the other hand, Li Daoxuan had to admit that she must have been a very beautiful woman during her lifetime.
The eyebrows are like distant mountains, the eyes are like the cold moon, the facial features are exquisite and picturesque, and the thin red lips are like plum blossoms in the snow, which makes this ice sculpture beauty have a hint of color.
However, in the face of such a beauty, Li Daoxuan only felt thrilled, and he said with a sad face: "Master, what are you doing?" β
This is a ghost in red!
Li Daoxuan remembered that before, he was powerless in front of her, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
The ghost bride didn't hurt Li Daoxuan, she just looked at him quietly, her eyes were unwavering.
Zhang Qianyang smiled and said, "You can be content, with her following you in the future, it can be compared to any talisman weapon." β
"Follow...... Follow me? β
"yes, didn't you say that I should be tempered before? It took a lot of effort to resolve her resentment as a teacher, but she didn't want to be reincarnated and wanted to cultivate the way of ghosts and immortals. β
"I have the method of ghost cultivation in Longhu Mountain, but the Tao is not passed on lightly, the teacher and her agreed, let her protect the Tao for you for ten years, and after ten years, she will be free and pass on the method of ghost cultivation to her. This umbrella will be her home from now on, and if you take her out during the day, remember to use the umbrella. β
Li Daoxuan opened his mouth, and his voice trembled slightly.
"Master...... It's not quite right, or forget itβ"
Li Daoxuan's voice stopped abruptly, because strands of black hair were quietly wrapped around his neck, and the rich yin qi made him feel like falling into an ice cave.
Zhang Qianyang smiled, plucked his ears, and said, "What did you say?" β
"Ahem, I said, thank you, Master, this matter is settled!"
The next moment, the black hair dispersed, and Li Daoxuan breathed a long sigh of relief.
He looked at the ghost bride beside him and said with some embarrassment, "That...... What do you call it? β
The ghost bride looked at him coldly, and without speaking, the wedding dress on her body began to become viscous, and drops of blood flowed down, forming three beautiful little characters on the ground.
Old...... Purple...... jade
Li Daoxuan thought to himself, this way of introducing himself is quite scary.
"Then I'll call you Sister Yu from now on, that ...... Sister Yu, can you get away from me a little...... Is it a little farther away? β
The two were under the umbrella, close to each other, and Li Daoxuan felt that the other party was like an iceberg, constantly exuding cold air.
Chen Ziyu still didn't speak, stretched out a finger and pointed to the umbrella.
Li Daoxuan suddenly realized that there is still the sun now, even if he is a red-clothed ghost, he can't walk in the sun openly.
He hurriedly handed the umbrella to the other party.
Chen Ziyu stretched out her hand, holding the handle of the umbrella, and then her body turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared into the umbrella.
The umbrella also closed automatically.
Li Daoxuan's whole talent completely relaxed, and he got along with a red-clothed ghost at close range, the pressure was too great!
At this time, Zhang Qianyang came over and sighed lightly: "Do you know why she can't speak?" β
Li Daoxuan was stunned, yes, even ghosts of the level of Master Chen and Wang Chunsheng can speak, she is dignified in red, why can't she speak?
"Because she couldn't speak when she was alive."
Zhang Qianyang shook his head and said: "Although she is the eldest lady of the Chen family, her mother died in childbirth when she was born, so the old man of the Chen family treated her very badly, and later married a new lady, so he was even more indifferent to her. β
"Master Chen's newly married wife treated her even worse, beating and scolding her at every turn, and later because she thought she was crying too loudly, he ordered someone to concoct poisonous wine, making her mute."
"She was seven years old at the time."
Li Daoxuan was stunned, his hands were clenched at some point, and such a picture appeared in his mind.
A thin little girl hugged her knees and cried, but she couldn't cry sound......
Perhaps the only person in the entire Chen family who loved her was already dead when she was born.
"It's easy to resolve grievances, but it's hard to resolve grievances in your heart."
Zhang Qianyang sighed: "You have time to talk to her more, you are all hard-working people in the world." β
"However, the teacher just asked you to chat, you kid don't look at other people's beauty, just do you have any crooked thoughts, I can warn you, before entering the early stage of Bigu, you must not leak Yang Yuan, let alone with a female ghost!"
Li Daoxuan's face darkened, and he said, "Master, am I so unbearable in your eyes?" β
Zhang Qianyang glanced him up and down, coughed, and didn't speak.
"By the way, don't be in a hurry to eat that Dragon Tiger Golden Pill first, wait for half a month, and then the turbidity in your body should completely disappear."
Li Daoxuan nodded, and wanted to say something, but Zhang Qianyang had already waved his hand and jumped into the coffin.
"I'm tired of Daoye, I'm sleeping!"
Li Daoxuan smiled and personally helped the master cover the coffin board.
He looked at the oil-paper umbrella, which had somehow leaned against the most inconspicuous corner of the courtyard, as if it had been forgotten.
After hesitating, Li Daoxuan still walked over, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, and then took it back to his room and leaned against the wall.
"Although this house is broken, at least it can shelter from the wind and rain, Sister Yu, you can rest in the house."
"Eh, by the way, I'm timid, Sister Yu, don't come out by yourself at night."
The oil-paper umbrella is motionless.
Li Daoxuan suddenly felt that if his behavior of talking to an umbrella was seen, he would definitely be treated as a fool.
He shook his head and smiled, lay on the bed and began to practice "Pengzu Valley Immortal Lying Enlightenment", I don't know how long it took, and fell asleep in a daze.
Bang!
Outside the house, thunder rang out, followed by heavy rain.
Li Daoxuan still slept soundly, with a slight snoring sound.
The oil-paper umbrella was gently opened in the corner, and a figure in a wedding dress appeared in the room, with long hair hanging down to the waist and snow-white skin.
She glanced at Li Daoxuan, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and then slowly floated to the window, standing there, quietly looking at the rainy night outside.
β¦β¦
The days were full and calm again.
Li Daoxuan still cultivates with his master, taking steps, meditating, practicing swords, and drawing talismans every day, which is no different from before.
The oil-paper umbrella was quietly leaning against the wall in the house, Chen Ziyu never took the initiative to show up, sometimes Li Daoxuan opened the umbrella and wanted to chat with her, but he couldn't get any response.
Except for introducing her name in blood when she first met, she was like a wooden person, without any emotional fluctuations.
And just like that, another seven days passed.
On this day, after absorbing Chaoyang's purple qi, Zhang Qianyang did not let him continue to practice swords, but drove him out.
"Go and go, the family is already too poor to open the pot, as an apprentice, shouldn't you take the initiative to go out to solicit business and make some money?"
Li Daoxuan was surprised and said, "Master, aren't there three ingots of gold?" β
"Hehe, your Bigu Pill has never been broken, where do you think it came from? Do you think the cinnabar and yellow paper used to draw talismans every day are blown by the wind? β
"I've run out of it!"
All in all, the True Yang Taoist Temple is bankrupt.