"Invincible starts from sacrificing ancestors (

The rain is like crispy, and the willows are like smoke.

Outside Pingjiang City, a dilapidated temple gathered a lot of passers-by who were sheltering from the rain.

Men or women, old or young, with luggage, from all directions, all seem to be on their way to Pingjiang City.

"It's really bad luck, I knew I would hire a carriage."

In the corner, a young man in brocade looked at the rain outside the door and muttered.

It's raining so hard that it won't stop for a while.

In fact, it is only half an hour away from Pingjiang City.

"Just wait."

The brocade-clothed boy was a little helpless. This was the first time he had gone out alone. Originally, his family had already arranged carriages and servants for him, but he rejected them all.

The world is vast, and from now on, he will roam alone and create a piece of the world.

The brocade-clothed boy thought very beautifully, but a heavy rain made him a little sober. In fact, the arrangement at home was not bad.

Sandalwood carriages, mink velvet pillows, incense from Liupinju, preserved fruits that are eaten for heaven, and 15- or 16-year-old maids pinching their waists and beating their legs, those fluffy little hands are women who have not yet **** up. Only the touch.

However, looking around, outside the temple, the sky was gloomy and the rain was pouring into the sky.

The temple is not large, it has been abandoned for a long time, and the statues enshrined are only half of their bodies, wrapped in cobwebs.

"Damn rain, the old man is dying. Doesn't this delay me from going back to inherit the family property? By the way, after the old man dies, Qi Yiniang is also mine."

"Oh, the rain stopped the poor, and I can't work again today."

"Let's go, let's go, the bigger the better, so that you can go back later to pay the business, and the wages will be calculated."

Inside the temple, a group of people sheltering from the rain had their own thoughts.

"Grandpa, can we still watch Jiqing Ban's play?"

Not far away, a fat white boy of five or six years old pulled the sleeve of the old man beside him, and said with a milky voice.

"I can catch up, I can catch up, Jiqing Ban is going to sing in Pingjiang City for a whole month." The old man squinted his eyes and smiled.

When the young man in brocade clothes heard this, he couldn't help but look at his grandfather and grandson.

Jiqing Ban is a well-known opera troupe in Pingjiang City. The head boy is named Xiao Yuteng. He was talented and intelligent since he was a child. He visited famous teachers, sang and read and made first-class proofs.

Everyone in the industry said that Xiao Yuteng was born to eat this bowl of rice.

It is precisely because of this famous star that Jiqing Ban has also become a popular opera troupe in Pingjiang City.

Even the Sanmen family once paid a lot of money to invite Jiqingban to the house for a concert.

In the past two years, the brocade-clothed youth had also seen Jiqing Ban's performance, which was indeed a must.

At that time, most of the people in the town went, just to see Xiao Yuteng's style.

Everyone in the world said that most of the reason why Jiqingban was able to have such a position was because of this person.

Xiao Yuteng is the only person in the entire Pingjiang city who can sing [Ghosts and Gods].

The so-called "ghost and **** play" is not sung to the living, but to the ghosts and gods.

At the end of the year and the new year, he was invited to many places to sing a [ghost and **** play].

At that time, all directions were silent, incense was burnt to greet him, and there was a special seat under the stage of Nuoda, and only ghosts and gods could see and hear.

It is said that [Ghosts and Gods Opera] are all esoteric, and only those with special birthdays and fates can practice.

Some people say that when Xiao Yuteng was young, he got lost in the mountains and met a stranger.

The foreigner had a chest-length beard, red complexion, and was wearing a robe, which was extremely strange.

That alien led the young Xiao Yuteng into the mountains, knelt down before a dead grave, taught him [Ghosts and Spirits] for half a month, and finally floated away.

When Xiao Yuteng walked out of the mountain, he met his family and found out that he had only been missing for three hours.

This experience cast a layer of mystery on the famous character.

Xiao Yuteng has become famous since he learned [Ghosts and Gods Opera], but he also has a strange problem, that is, wherever he goes, if the play starts, it will definitely rain heavily.

Because of this, he changed his name to [Xiao Yuteng] when he was fifteen years old.

"The Dragon King Festival is coming soon. It seems that this time it's Jiqingban's finale." The brocade-clothed boy grinned.

As soon as you enter Pingjiang City, you can feast your eyes, which is not bad.

"Little brother, do you like listening to dramas?"

At this moment, a crisp and pleasant voice sounded in the temple.

A line of eyes cast involuntarily in the past.

In front of the altar, a young girl was sitting with her legs in her arms, with a smile on her face and a graceful body. A wet tulle was attached to her soft body, and the charming spring light was looming.

This scene suddenly made the cast eyes become hot.

"Huh?" The brocade-clothed boy wiped his saliva, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

When he just came in, he didn't seem to see this girl.

"This young lady, my son also likes to listen to plays."

Next to him, the young man in Huafu who was thinking of going back to inherit the family business came over. He touched his belly, and his eyes flashed with evil fire.

The girl's beautiful eyes turned slightly, and she pursed her lips and smiled, thinking of the fat boy and beckoned.

"This little clay figurine is for you."

The speaker, the girl turned her hand, and in her slender white and tender hand, there was a showman holding a large knife.

The fat boy's eyes lit up, and he threw off his grandfather and rushed over.

At this moment, the young man in brocade abruptly stood in front of the fat white boy.

"Big brother, you are blocking me." The fat boy said in a milky voice.

The girl's beautiful eyes were light, and her pretty face flashed a hint of coldness.

"What do you mean, son?"

"Tsk tsk, Brother Dao said that monsters are fickle, exquisite girls, deceive people, do you think I don't know?"

The brocade-clothed youth sneered, and under everyone's astonished gaze, he stepped out one step, and his vigorous blood rose to the sky.

"Cultivator!?"

Senran's demonic energy escaped from the girl's body~lightnovelpub.net~ and instantly enveloped her, followed by a rough voice, like the roar of a 300-pound strong man.

The voice was so frightening that Young Master Huafu's eyes turned white, and he almost spit it out.

"Dare to be arrogant in front of the uncle? Play with you!"

The right hand of the brocade-clothed youth stuck out, and a black talisman appeared, his blood was burning like fire.

The black talisman shattered violently and turned into a huge leopard, rushing towards the strong demonic aura.

"Black Flame Panther Talisman!"

In an instant, the sound of the leopard's roar was incessant, and the black shadow was like a magic protector stone elephant in the temple showing its might, directly tearing apart the demonic energy in the sky.

"Five Transformations of the Refining Realm, Dispel the Symbols and Transform the Demons!?"

In the demon aura, a terrified roar resounded.

Immediately afterwards, blood splattered, the black panther's claws fell, the sound suddenly dissipated, and the demonic aura was extinguished like a cloud of smoke.

Everyone was in shock. Looking at it again, the black leopard changed into a talisman and fell into the hands of the brocade-clothed youth.

As for the girl, there was no trace, only a pool of blood remained on the ground.

Inside the ruined temple, there was a dead silence, and eyes fell on the young man in brocade, filled with awe.

If it wasn't for the young man in brocade clothes, who would have thought that this beautiful girl would be a monster, and those who hid from the rain today would be miserable.

"Thank you for your life-saving grace."

The old man hurriedly pulled his grandson down to his knees and thanked him. When the others saw this, they all bowed. Even the young master in Huafu raised his arm subconsciously.

"Dare to ask Engong Gao's name?"

The old man is grateful to Dade. Their family has a single line, and there is only such a single seedling. If an accident happened just now, he didn't know how to explain to his son under Jiuquan.

"My name is Wang Xiaoyi!!" The brocade-clothed boy held out his chest and announced his name.