Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 28 Chen Ziyu

This time, Lee Daoxuan finally saw her face clearly.

Under the long black hair was a face as cold as frost, with a complexion as pale as snow, without a trace of rosiness or 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, giving this ice-sculpted beauty a touch of color.

However, facing such a beautiful woman, Li Daoxuan only felt terrified, and he said with a mournful face: "Master, what are you doing?"

This is a red-clothed ghost!

Li Daoxuan couldn't help trembling when he thought of how helpless he was in front of her before.

The ghost bride didn't hurt Li Daoxuan, but just looked at him quietly, her eyes were calm.

Zhang Qianyang chuckled and said, "You can be content with it. Having her with you in the future is comparable to any magic weapon for body protection."

"Follow...follow me?"

"That's right, didn't you say you wanted me to save her? It took me a lot of effort as a teacher to resolve her grievances, but she doesn't want to be reincarnated, she wants to practice the way of ghosts and immortals."

"I have the method of ghost cultivation in Longhu Mountain, but I don't pass it on lightly. As a teacher, I made an agreement with her that she will protect the way for you for ten years. After ten years, I will set her free and pass on the method of ghost cultivation to her. This umbrella It will be her home from now on, if you take her out during the day, remember to take an umbrella."

Li Daoxuan opened his mouth, his voice trembling slightly.

"Master... this is not appropriate, or forget it—"

Li Daoxuan's voice stopped abruptly, because strands of black hair quietly wrapped around his neck, and the strong yin energy made him feel like falling into an ice cave.

Zhang Qianyang chuckled, pulled out his ears, and said, "What did you say?"

"Ahem, let me say, thank you Master, this is settled!"

The next moment, the black hair fell away, and Li Daoxuan let out a long sigh of relief.

He looked at the ghost bride next to him, and said with some embarrassment, "That...how do you call it?"

The ghost bride looked at him coldly, without saying a word, the wedding dress on her body began to become sticky, and drops of blood flowed down, forming three beautiful small characters on the ground.

Chen... 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 stay away from me a little bit?"

Both of them were under the umbrella, and they were very close. Li Daoxuan felt that the other was like an iceberg, emitting a steady stream of cold air.

Chen Ziyu still didn't speak, and stretched out a finger, pointing to the umbrella.

Only then did Li Daoxuan suddenly realize that there is still the sun, even a ghost in red cannot walk under the sun openly.

He quickly handed the umbrella to the other party.

Chen Ziyu stretched out her hand to hold 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 was completely relaxed, and being close to a red-clothed ghost, the pressure was too great!
At this time Zhang Qianyang came over, sighed softly and said, "Do you know why she can't speak?"

Li Daoxuan was stunned, yes, even ghosts of the level of Master Chen and Wang Chunsheng can talk, why can't she speak when she is a majestic red dress?
"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 of dystocia when she was born, so the master of the Chen family disliked her very much. After marrying a new wife, she became even more indifferent to her."

"Master Chen's new wife treated her even worse. She beat and scolded her every time. Later, because she thought her crying was too loud, she ordered someone to make poisoned wine to make her dumb."

"She was seven years old then."

Li Daoxuan stood there in a daze, 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 make a sound...

Perhaps the only person in the entire Chen family who loved her died when she was just born.

"It is easy to resolve resentment, but it is difficult to resolve the resentment in the heart."

Zhang Qianyang sighed: "Talk to her more when you have time, they are all miserable people in the world."

"However, being a teacher is just for you to chat. You don't have to think about others' beauty, just think about it. I warn you, before you enter the early stage of Bigu, you must not let go of your Yang Yuan, let alone with a woman." Ghost!"

Li Daoxuan's face turned dark, and he said: "Master, do you think I'm so unbearable in your eyes?"

Zhang Qianyang glanced at him up and down, coughed, and didn't speak.

"By the way, don't be in a hurry to eat that dragon and tiger golden elixir. Wait for half a month, and the turbidity in your body should completely disappear by then."

Li Daoxuan nodded, and wanted to say something, but Zhang Qianyang waved his hand and jumped into the coffin.

"Master Dao is exhausted, go to sleep!"

Li Daoxuan smiled, and personally helped Master cover the coffin.

He looked at the oil-paper umbrella, which had leaned against the most inconspicuous corner of the yard at some point, as if it had been forgotten.

After hesitating for a while, Li Daoxuan walked over, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, and brought it back to his room, leaning against the wall.

"Although the house is dilapidated, it can at least keep out the wind and rain. Sister Yu, you can rest in the house."

"Um, by the way, I'm timid, sister Yu, don't come out by yourself at night."

The oil-paper umbrella remained 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, lying on the bed and began to practice "Peng Zugu Immortal Wo Yin Gong", after an unknown period of time, he fell asleep in a daze.

Boom!

There was thunder outside the house, and then it rained heavily.

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 his 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.

……

The days became full and peaceful again.

Li Daoxuan still practiced with his master, striding horses, meditating, practicing swords, and drawing talismans every day, which was no different from before.

The oil-paper umbrella was quietly leaning against the wall of the house. Chen Ziyu never showed up. Sometimes Li Daoxuan opened the umbrella and wanted to chat with her, but he didn't get any response.

Except for introducing her name with blood when they first met, she was like a wooden figure without any emotional fluctuations.

In this way, another seven days passed.

On this day, after absorbing Chaoyang Ziqi, Zhang Qianyang did not let him continue practicing sword, but drove him out.

"Go, go, the family is so poor that they can't get rid of it. As an apprentice, shouldn't you take the initiative to solicit business and make some money?"

Li Daoxuan asked in surprise: "Master, don't you have three ingots of gold?"

"Hehe, your bigu pills have never been broken. Where do you think it came from? Do you think the cinnabar and yellow paper used to draw symbols every day came from the strong wind?"

"It's already used up!"

In a word, the Taoist Temple of True Yang is bankrupt.

(End of this chapter)