UGB Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Jiang He had already cut off the conversation, he said to Lu Huaixue.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to establish a soul contract today. The third uncle was sent to the lower realm by the head master, and the next time we start the battle, we will get next month."
Lu Huaixue nodded, he didn't care too much about whether he could establish a soul contract, maybe he would go to hell next month.
When the two of them left Moonwatching Pavilion, the rain had stopped, the dark clouds had dispersed, the sun was shining, and the accumulated water on the ground reflected a faint halo.
Lu Huaixue likes sunny days, and when the sun comes out, her mood also clears up.
He is different from other ghosts, he is not afraid of the sun, although he cannot feel the sun, nor is he afraid of the cold and heat, but as long as it is winter, Lu Huaixue will definitely find a warm place to lie down and bask in the sun.
Lu Huaixue never understood why he was different from other ghosts.
Other ghosts stay in the world for a short time, and their souls wander around after death. They will leave after returning home to visit their relatives at night.
Every ghost Lu Huaixue has seen is like this, but he still remembers that he has been a ghost for a hundred years, or even longer.
Lu Huaixue likes lively events very much, so he wants to transcend and reincarnate as soon as possible.He wants to be a member of thousands of fireworks, not an insignificant spectator.
……
It was already the end of the first class when Lu Huaixue returned to class one. During the short break, the disciples got together and chatted enthusiastically.
"I do not believe."
"I don't believe it either, the little master's face doesn't accept rebuttals."
Lu Huaixue heard them mentioning herself, and walked in through the back door quietly, just wanting to hear what the little disciples were gossiping about again.
"Little uncle is very good, but I stand in the cold jade."
"Don't frame the little uncle, he is here to apprentice."
"I don't believe the story of the two patriarchs at all, it's nonsense."
"I heard from the brothers who went down the mountain to experience that the storytellers down the mountain have made up dozens of stories, and the story is exciting and exciting. Is it so important to be true?"
"Makes sense! I love thrills."
"Thinking about the story books that have been handed down to this day, they are all lingering. The storyteller only edits the love story books that are full of sadness. Anyway, I like to listen to them."
"I also like to listen to it. Would you like to read the storybook of the senior sister? The ups and downs of the plot make me scratch my heart." The disciple did not forget to recommend it for the senior sister.
"What script?" Lu Huaixue suddenly interrupted, and all the disciples were startled by him.
"Ah, little uncle. You came back so soon."
Lu Huaixue narrowed her eyes, "Don't change the subject, what did you just say about me?"
"I said my uncle is beautiful and kind, like the bright moon in the sky, I'll wait..."
Lu Huaixue interrupted him, "What is the cold jade you mentioned just now?"
"what?"
The little disciple scratched his head, and looked at the other seniors and brothers for help, but they all turned a blind eye.
"I told you not to tell the elder brother, or he will punish me again. I have already repeated three grades." The little disciple looked sad.
"Evidently I have passed the assessment of the third-level class, but because I smashed the vase that the senior brother loves most, he publicized his personal revenge!"
Lu Huaixue: "..."
No wonder there are so many students in the first-level class. It's not because they are low-level or just starting out, but because the students in this class are too "active", which leads to repeating or downgrading.
Lu Huaixue didn't say yes or no.
"Depends on how honest you are."
The little disciple tried to argue with reason.
"Master Rong Yu said that no one has the right to deprive others of their hobbies. I didn't do anything wrong. I just secretly read a story book and indulged in the sadomasochism in the story book for a short time."
Lu Huaixue raised her eyebrows.
The little disciple blotted on ink for a long time, but his deskmate couldn't stand it.
"It's our patriarch Rongyu and patriarch Rongyu. There are many stories about them in the lower world. We call them 'Hanyu' for short."
Lu Huaixue understood, commonly known as CP.
Yin Jianhan and Rongyu, CP named: Hanyu.
He looked shocked.
Do Xianmen disciples have so many entertainment activities now?
Krypton gold cultivating immortals, he can also chase stars, and occasionally enjoy a CP.
He actually felt that this fairy gate was so happy.
wrong.
Lu Huaixue said.
"The story I heard in the lower realm is that my master and Uncle Rong Yu turned against each other..."
"He lied to you." The disciple interrupted Lu Huaixue.
"Actually, it's not what it says in the storybook. The senior brother said that the two patriarchs are brothers. Because the two had too many deeds when they were young, a storyteller suddenly had a whimsy and adapted it into a story based on the deeds of the two. Love stories. Other storytellers followed suit, and it was out of control.”
"Is it fake to turn against each other?" Lu Huaixue was puzzled.
"It can't be said that way. Even brothers and sisters will have different opinions. It's not a 'rebellion'. If you don't fabricate it a little more dramatically, it won't be worth seeing."
Lu Huaixue thought it made sense.
"Falling in love and killing each other is indeed very interesting, but the current popular words are "The White Moonlight Who Accidentally Became the Patriarch", "My Taoist Companion He Was My Junior Brother at the Beginning", "My Killer Who Killed a Thousand Swords" The Taoist companion has lost his memory."
"These books are patriarchal uncles, and I have the head master and others here. Little uncle, do you want to read it?"
"Young Sovereign's Pampering Canary by Young Sovereign Sheng, and "The Traitor Who Wants to Deceive the Master" by Master Master. We dare not read Master Uncle Shen's, and there is also a copy of "My Eighteenth and Me" by Master Shen. A Junior Brother."
Lu Huaixue went back to her high school days in a trance. There were always a few students in the class who hid comic books and novels under their desks.
"Why can't you read Shen Xingye's?" Lu Huaixue was puzzled.
"Once, the junior sister in the orchid room next door was passing around the script in Uncle Shen's class. It was about Uncle Shen, and was caught by Uncle Shen on the spot."
"He tore up the script?" Lu Huaixue guessed.
"No. Much scarier than this."
The disciple coughed, imitating Shen Xingye's tone. "Since you like to read it, let's read it and recite it."
Lu Huaixue: "..."
"Uncle Shen did what he said. He asked the disciples to start reciting silently in class, and even drew back. The disciples in the front row turned the pages casually, and the disciples in the back seat continued to read the pages and recited them."
"Can't you connect?" Lu Huaixue asked.
"Then copy it until Master Shen is satisfied."
"At that time, a disciple flipped through it casually, and happened to find a more explicit description of love. Everyone blushed when they heard it, but Uncle Shen finished listening without changing his expression."
"And the Huan in the storybook. The object of love is Uncle Shen himself."
Lu Huaixue: "..."
"Afterwards, everyone didn't dare to read Master Uncle Shen's script. However, some disciples were a little rebellious. After knowing this, they only read Master Uncle Shen's script."
Lu Huaixue: "..."
For 200 years, the Wangchuan Sect rarely participated in Xianmen activities, so, are the disciples busy reading the scriptures?
The world is going down! ! !
The man took out the scriptures hidden under the table as if offering a treasure.
"Uncle, choose one?"
Lu Huaixue: "...that's fine too." It's because the disciples are so enthusiastic.
Lu Huaixue randomly picked out a book.
Turning to the first page, the handwriting is beautiful, and there are marks of alteration, it doesn't look like it is sold in a bookstore.
"This is written by Senior Sister Chu. She wants to sell it in the bookstore. Let us read it and give her opinions."
"Chu Yan?"
Lu Huaixue inexplicably remembered the female disciple who ate barbecue together that day, also surnamed Chu.
"Junior Uncle knows Senior Sister Chu."
Lu Huaixue didn't expect it to be her, she chinned a little, and flipped through the first page of the book, the introduction to the story——
[Rongyu is as the name suggests, with a face like jade, and a dignified body. When he was young, he was free and easy. He met a good friend named Yin Jianhan. 】
[The two once traveled together hand in hand, slaying demons and eliminating demons, had mutual affection, and finally decided to become Taoist couples.Unexpectedly, just the day before the big wedding, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and it hit Yin Jianhan unexpectedly. 】
【Then, the patriarch lost his memory! 】
Lu Huaixue: "..."
It turns out that the comprehension world also loves dog blood.
"He fled, he chased, and they couldn't fly. It was very exciting!"
Other disciples: "..."
Lu Huaixue glanced roughly, no matter what, he has filmed many scripts before, and he is still familiar with this routine.
"That's not a good way to write."
As soon as Lu Huaixue opened her mouth, several other disciples came up together.
"Why can't it work? It's amnesia again, and it's chasing after her husband. It's so exciting."
"Sour enough, but not good." Lu Huaixue explained.
"Rongxian and Rongyu are called brothers and sisters, and they became Taoist couples until they lost their memory before the big wedding. There is no problem here."
"It should be changed like this later—"
"Rong Yu didn't know that Rong Xing had lost his memory, but Rong Xing coldly rejected his initiative several times, and accused the other party of crossing the line and behaving too frivolously. From Rong Yu's perspective, Rong Xing was always chaotic and eventually abandoned."
When the other disciples heard it, they seemed to hate him.Damn exciting!
"And then?"
The deskmate couldn't wait to ask.
"The next thing is to lay the groundwork before the crematorium."
"What is a crematorium?" Several disciples were dumbfounded.
Lu Huaixue paused, "That's—"
"The patriarch was as cold as the moon, and he dismissed Rong Yu. Rong Yu's efforts failed, so she turned and left resolutely."
"Ah? No, we want to see beautiful love!"
"It's not over yet." Lu Huaixue said.
"After Rong Yu left, Rong Xian realized that he was not indifferent to his senior brother Rong Yu. Somehow he got used to having people yelling in his ears all day long."
"It means that the patriarch who lost his memory is attracted to Rongyu again?" The disciples widened their eyes, "I like it! And then?"
"And then……"
Lu Huaixue closed the book, pretending to be profound.Just as he was about to continue speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of two figures and froze in place.
Shen Xingye didn't know when he was standing in front of the table, and standing beside him was Yin Jianhan, one of the protagonists of the story.
Lu Huaixue: "..."
"Little uncle, don't be tricky, just say it."
"Why don't you say anything?" Shen Xingye looked at him calmly.
"That's right, just..." The disciple stopped suddenly, how could the voice be so familiar.
He raised his eyes tremblingly, he was so startled that he couldn't breathe smoothly, and he pinched the deskmate beside him.
"Why are you pinching me?"
The deskmate was baffled, seeing his terrified expression, followed his line of sight, and almost couldn't breathe.
"Ancestor, Uncle Patriarch."
"What happened to Patriarch Uncle? Let me guess, Patriarch Uncle went crazy..." Before the disciple finished speaking, someone covered his mouth.
His head was forcefully pushed forward, and the unfinished words were stuck in his throat. He didn't spit out a sentence until his companion patted his back hard.
"Zu, Zu, Uncle Patriarch, Uncle Shen."
Lu Huaixue said nonchalantly.
"Master, Second Senior Brother."
"Lu Huaixue."
Yin Jianhan took a deep look at him.
"I don't know this deity, but you have a talent for storytelling."
Lu Huaixue: "..."