A master of comedy!

Chapter 86 Guan Yu

Zhou Sheng opened his eyes, his expression very strange.

Is this... the end?

At that moment, his ears twitched, and his earlobes automatically lengthened, resembling the Buddha in a painting, taking in all the sounds from all directions.

"Steamed buns, piping hot steamed buns!"

"Mother, I don't want to get up to go to the private school. Let me sleep a little longer, just a little while."

"Sir, please take care. You don't need to pay. It's already an honor for us to come to our shop..."

"Pah! They eat every day without paying, a bunch of animals!"

……

A strange light flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes. He and his master lived in a house in the south of Xunyang City, which was in a relatively remote location. However, he could hear the slightest movement of the official market on the west street from several streets away.

Human voices, cicadas chirping, birds singing, dogs barking...

He even overheard a peculiar dialogue.

"Hey, you latrine scavenger, why did you put your latrine basket in front of the door again? Brother, I can't take it anymore, you keep watch for a while."

"I can't hold on either, let's lay low for a while."

"Hmm? Something's not right, it seems like someone's eavesdropping on our conversation!"

"Who is the master?"

The one speaking is not a human, but a door god.

It is a door god that a family pastes on their door. It has the effect of warding off evil spirits and avoiding misfortune. Although its supernatural power is not very strong, it can still protect the peace of the home and drive away ghosts at night.

However, there was a manure basket in front of the door, which made the two door gods groan in pain. They had planned to take a break and leave for a while, but suddenly they realized that someone was eavesdropping on their conversation.

Zhou Sheng quickly withdrew his supernatural powers, and his ears returned to normal.

"Just as opening the eyes allows one to see ghosts and spirits, opening the ears allows one to hear many sounds that ordinary people cannot hear."

"However, it is best not to use this supernatural power unless necessary. If you hear something you shouldn't hear, you may be hunted down by ghosts and gods."

Zhou Sheng nodded, keeping his master's teachings firmly in mind, while also secretly rejoicing in his own cultivation.

With thirty-five years of cultivation, he could almost effortlessly extract the 'true voice' of Er Ting Nu, breaking through realms as easily as drinking water.

Even after his ear orifices were opened, his magical power flowed like a dragon and snake, rushing straight to his spiritual platform along the Du meridian, causing his nose to itch slightly.

This means he has already reached the threshold of the third stage, opening the nasal passages.

In a daze, he actually had the illusion that he had ascended to the heavens in one step.

No wonder many ancient Taoist texts record that cultivators mostly travel among famous mountains and great marshes, seeking rare and precious materials to refine elixirs.

When Zhang Daoling completed his elixir, dragons and tigers appeared; Ge Hong "refined elixirs on Mount Luofu, consumed them, and ascended to immortality"; Xu Xun consumed the elixir and his entire family ascended to heaven...

Only after personally experiencing the allure of elixirs can one understand why so many people throughout history have sought them.

Seemingly sensing the hint of arrogance quietly growing in his disciple, Yu Zhensheng frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Whether it's elixirs or wondrous methods, don't forget that your foundation is Yin Opera."

Zhou Sheng nodded and said, "Master, I understand."

"No, you don't understand."

Yu Zhensheng gave him a deep look, then suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and seemed to inhale like a whale sucking in water, drawing all the spiritual energy from all directions into his lungs.

Fallen leaves dance in the wind, swirling like dragons.

His chest bulged high, and his originally thin body crackled and popped, his bones and muscles exploding like thunder. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a tall and imposing giant!

Whether it was an illusion or not, Zhou Sheng heard the sound of wind and thunder in his master's breathing.

Under the watchful eye of the Dharma, wisps of light began to emanate from the Master's body, revealing a divine aura, as deep and vast as the ocean.

The next moment, the master suddenly opened his eyes.

Boom!

Zhou Sheng was struck dumb, his pupils dilated, and he stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar master in front of him.

Boundless killing intent surged like a raging storm, stirring up towering waves.

And that godlike figure stood amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with phoenix eyes, silkworm eyebrows, a majestic stature, a red face, and a long beard. Astride his Red Hare, wielding his crescent-shaped blade, he had passed five checkpoints, slain six generals, single-handedly attended a meeting, and flooded seven armies!
"The Martial Saint... Guan Yu..."

Zhou Sheng blurted out, staring blankly at the majestic phantom behind his master, which resembled a Dharma image, his entire body seemingly trembling.

Without a painted face or a single word, a single glance revealed the divine form.
Is this the manifestation of the highest level of Yin-Yang cultivation?

"division--"

He wanted to say something, but Yu Zhensheng used his hand as a knife and slowly slashed down at Zhou Sheng.

The next moment, the phantom of Guan Yu behind him also raised his mighty crescent blade.

In a daze, Zhou Sheng seemed to hear a dragon's roar.

It seemed as if only that flash of sword light remained in the world, making even the rising sun pale in comparison.

This single strike once beheaded Yan Liang, killed Wen Chou, and even killed Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm.

Before the blade even arrived, Zhou Sheng already had the illusion that his head was being severed, and a dull pain throbbed in his neck.

He tried his best to dodge this terrifying strike, and the lake of magical power in his dantian surged with waves, but he could not break through the overwhelming force of the blade.

The blade flashed, the dragon roared, and though the body was as light as a feather, there was no way to dodge the attack.

All Zhou Sheng could do was close his eyes and wait for death.

Snapped!
He was hit hard on the forehead.

The oppressive aura dissipated like a tide, and Zhou Sheng opened his eyes, instinctively touching his neck to see if his head was still there.

He really felt like his body was being torn apart.

"Master, this is—"

"This is a higher level than the perfect harmony between actor and actor. It's my unique skill, one that even your grandmaster didn't know. Do you want to learn it?"

"Yes, of course I do!"

Zhou Sheng was extremely excited. His master's strike just now felt like Guan Yu himself had appeared, and it even possessed a certain divine aura.

His heart holds the five vital energies, and his body radiates brilliance.

"Hehe, then practice your Yin Opera properly. Your basic skills are still far from sufficient."

Hearing this, Zhou Sheng felt slightly disappointed.

Indeed, he is not yet able to master the state of perfect harmony between man and play, let alone the more profound state beyond that.

"However, there is one thing you can start learning now."

"What is it?"

Yu Zhensheng smiled mysteriously and said, "Don't rush. Go to my room and find a long, indigo-colored box, about ten feet long, and put it under the bed."

With a light tap of his toes, Zhou Sheng darted into his master's room like a swallow in flight.

Only then did Yu Zhensheng exhale a long breath, and his body quickly returned to normal. He swayed slightly, and his face, which had already regained some color, turned pale again.

"This brat is getting more and more powerful. I really can't keep him in check unless I use my trump card..."

"What a loss! This one cut has ruined half a month of raising them."

He still felt a little dizzy, so he quickly pinched his philtrum.

When Zhou Sheng excitedly carried the box out, he quickly put his hands behind his back, looking inscrutable.

"Master, what's in here? It's quite heavy."

"open to take a look."

Zhou Sheng opened the lid, and his eyes immediately lit up.

The morning light, like water, poured onto the ten-foot-long crescent blade, as if it had exploded with three feet of golden light, so dazzling that it hurt the eyes, as if being cut by a knife.

“From today onwards, you will learn Guan Gong opera from me.”

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(End of this chapter)