A master of comedy!

Chapter 100 Taking a Life with a Single Blade
Moonlit street.

A magnificent celestial horse galloped through the air, its mane shimmering in the cold wind, its hooves treading on clouds as it slowly descended.

"Huh? Why isn't the black horse flying anymore?"

Holding the reins, Yaotai Feng's eyes were full of excitement, and she asked with some reluctance.

The feeling of riding freely through the void made her feel as if she had escaped this cage for a moment.

Spreading the sky and sitting on the ground, one can do as one pleases.

The black horse neighed, but it sounded exhausted.

"It used up a lot of its magic power while wrestling with me, and then it carried us around for a long time, so it's bound to get tired."

Zhou Sheng dismounted, and Yao Tai Feng followed suit.

Then she held up the scroll depicting only the Wujiang River and unfurled it in front of the horse.

The black horse turned its head and glanced at its master. After seeing its master nod, it neighed and transformed into a black light, disappearing into the painting.

And so, on the banks of the Wujiang River in the painting, another fine horse was added, drinking water.

"This painting...it's absolutely incredible!"

Yao Taifeng stroked the black horse in the painting, praising it repeatedly, but without hesitation rolled up the painting and handed it to Zhou Sheng.

"A BMW is a hero's gift. It seems you are destined to be the King of Chu."

Zhou Sheng smiled and took the painting, saying, "I'm going to Mount Lu in a few days, and I'll need this horse. If you want to ride it again in the future, Boss Feng, feel free to take it."

He was able to obtain this painting entirely thanks to Yao Taifeng's introduction, and naturally he wanted to return the favor.

"Don't worry, if I want to ride a horse and fly into the sky, I won't be polite to Boss Long."

The two chatted and laughed as they continued on their way.

They have left the ghost market and are heading towards the city gate.

The road wasn't long, but the two deliberately slowed their pace, bathed in the soft moonlight, chatting about opera, their black horse, and the scenery and anecdotes from all over the country.

At this moment, despite being in a ghostly realm, Zhou Sheng felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

Unfortunately, even the slowest pace will eventually lead to the destination.

When that tall, sturdy, and gloomy city gate came into view, it was time to say goodbye once again.

"See you tomorrow, Boss Long."

At the city gate, Yao Taifeng stopped and said goodbye as usual.

"See you tomorrow, Boss Feng."

"Hmm, tomorrow when you're practicing opera, keep asking my master questions. I'll sneak into his room and see if I can find that... um!"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Sheng suddenly covered her red lips.

The next moment, a voice echoed softly.

"Xiao Feng, you've really made your master search for you so much..."

Yao Taifeng's pupils dilated, and she turned her head stiffly, seeing a figure walking towards her not far behind.

Or rather, there were two paths, because the man was also carrying a small child in his hand.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Guan Buping's face, which was as dark as a jujube, seemed to appear particularly dark in the moonlight.

Little Red Thread was being pulled up by his collar, his feet barely touching the ground, like a little turtle being hoisted up, yet he was still snoring.

The little legs were kicking in the air, and I wonder what it was dreaming about.

"Well, you've gotten quite capable. You've learned to scheme with your master now. I've really spoiled you too much all these years."

Guan Buping's voice was calm, but it made the man and woman opposite him feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.

"Master, please let me explain."

"Okay, explain."

Yao Tai Feng opened her red lips, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

She could sense that her master was indeed a little angry, and if she continued to argue unreasonably, her master would probably get even angrier.

What if the master gets angry with Zhou Sheng and decides to stop teaching Guan Gong opera? Wouldn't that mean she has caused Boss Long to fail at the last minute?
Therefore, after thinking for a long time, she only lowered her head and said one sentence.

"Master, I have nothing to explain."

Guan Buping: "..."

Under Uncle Guan's gaze, which seemed to have been sharpened like a gleaming crescent blade, Zhou Sheng forced a smile and said, "Uncle Guan, we were wrong."

"No, you're not wrong. It's my fault for not teaching Xiaofeng properly, which has made Boss Long laugh at me." "From now on, I will discipline Xiaofeng more strictly."

After a pause, Guan Buping glared at his disciple and said, "Aren't you coming back with me? Do you want to leave Ghost City with him, only to be captured by some passing underworld official, or killed by the door gods or stone lions, and finally have your soul scattered to the winds?"

There's one more thing he didn't mention: since ancient times, humans and ghosts have been separated. If his disciple were to actually be with a living person, it would be against the laws of nature. At that time, even a passing monk or Taoist priest would probably not let her go.

Condemned by all, surrounded by danger.

For the living, ghosts are dangerous, but for ghosts, the world of the living is just as treacherous.

Unless Zhou Sheng is willing to stay in the ghost town forever.

But he knew it was impossible. There was a sharp edge in the boy's eyes, a sharpness that showed his ambition and unwillingness to be mediocre.

Therefore, rather than getting entangled in endless disputes and ending up in a bad way, it's better to cut the Gordian knot quickly.

"Still not leaving?"

Seeing that his apprentice had not made a move, Guan Buping urged him again.

"Oh."

Yao Taifeng nodded and turned to say something to Zhou Sheng.

However, she saw Zhou Sheng's eyes suddenly widen, and his whole body instantly became like a taut bow.

"how--"

Before she could finish her question, Zhou Sheng suddenly grabbed her hand, and in a flash, she was ten feet away.

仓！
Zhou Sheng turned around and shielded her, slowly drawing the dagger from its sheath. The sound of metal striking metal was clear and crisp, like a bell, echoing in the night wind.

The blade is about three feet long and is a bright silver color. The snowflake-like patterns resemble the snow that never melts on the Taihang Mountains. When the moonlight shines on it, it shines like three feet of spring ice.

Zhou Sheng gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, his eyes fixed on the towering figure above him, as if facing a formidable enemy.

This was the first time he had felt such terrifying pressure after his cultivation had greatly increased.

If the other party hadn't deliberately released a hint of killing intent, he wouldn't have even noticed someone touching his head.

It seems that things have been going too smoothly for him lately, which has made him a little less vigilant.

Clang!
Yao Taifeng drew her willow-leaf soft sword from her waist and stood side by side with Zhou Sheng. Her pretty face showed no fear, and her phoenix eyes were sharp, like the edge of a sword.

Guan Buping released his grip on the red thread.

"oops!"

The red thread fell to the ground, and she slowly woke up, still half asleep.

Guan Buping frowned, his eyes slightly closed, like a sliver of light about to be revealed, his invisible sharpness quietly accumulating like the rising tide.

Three masters, three deadly intents, simultaneously locked onto one figure.

Beneath the bright moon, atop the high city.

The figure clad in heavy golden armor and wearing a mask befitting an official was leaning against the highest point of the city wall, holding a long-handled sword in one hand and stroking a fierce tiger in the other.

Those crimson pupils swept over Zhou Sheng and the other two from above, finally settling on Zhou Sheng.

"I was planning to wait until you were the only one left before making my move, but unfortunately, you guys were too slow."

The next moment, he casually picked up something and threw it into the air. A dark shadow immediately shot through the air with a sharp sound, like a blade tearing through silk.

boom!
The dark figure was like a bolt of lightning, but it wasn't aimed at Zhou Sheng; instead, it was aimed at Guan Buping, who was not far away.

With his discerning eye, he clearly saw that it was a Guan Dao (a type of halberd), and he could feel the immense divine power emanating from it. Even from three feet away, the gust of wind it generated made his hair fly wildly.

"Uncle Guan, watch out!"

He shouted, but then he saw Uncle Guan's seemingly closed phoenix eyes suddenly light up, as if they had a stern divine light that made him feel a bit blinded.

Immediately afterward, Guan Buping dodged to the side, and in the instant the guan dao brushed past him, he reached out and grabbed the dao!

hum!
The heavy guan dao clanged incessantly, emitting an extremely piercing buzzing sound, instantly transforming from extreme motion to extreme stillness.

The large hand holding the Guan Dao remained completely still.

Guan Buping stared at the Guan Dao in his hand, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Almost subconsciously, he twirled the blade with one hand, the blade whistling through the air, and then suddenly stopped, as if drawing energy from his dantian, and plunged the hilt of the Guan Dao into the bluestone with a loud thud.

He held a knife in one hand and stroked his beard with the other. His phoenix eyes were half-closed, with his eyelids slightly raised. Between the opening and closing of his eyes, it seemed that he concealed half an inch of heavenly might. He was majestic and looked down on the world.

Guan Yu appears in the Forty-Eight Forms illustration, his sword poised to strike!

　Thank you Kiwi Fruit for the 10,000 coins, thank you Blue Sky Fly Feather for the 700 coins, and thank you Control the Mind for the 100 coins. Sending love!

　　
　
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