Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert

Chapter 139 Ding Sheng

"But Ding Sheng doesn't like listening to operas, are you sure you are Ding Sheng?" Feng Nian was still relentless and didn't stop asking questions.

The man in front of him was transformed by Ding Sheng's soul, but it is easy to take him away, but it is not easy to restore his sobriety. Only by letting him remember who he is and bringing him back, will he regain his clarity, otherwise If he brought back a chaotic Ding Sheng, even if his soul returned to his place, Ding Sheng would be in a daze after waking up.

Ding Sheng lowered his head and thought about Feng Nian's question, yes, does he like listening to operas? Not necessarily, he listened to it for three nights, but he didn't hear anything sung in the opera; he didn't like it, why did he continue to listen to it? I listened to the show here for three nights, plus tonight is the fourth night.

The opera had already started on the stage, and the people on the seats clapped happily, but Ding Sheng didn't care at all. What he cared about was whether he liked listening to opera or not.

Seeing that Ding Sheng's eyes had regained clarity, Feng Nian asked after him, "Do you remember?"

Although the surrounding area was full of noise due to the opening of the play, Ding Sheng could hear Feng Nian's words clearly, "Remember, my name is Ding Sheng, I don't like listening to plays."

"Then go home, your family is waiting for you first at home." Seeing that Ding Sheng had remembered everything, Feng Nian turned on the Boshan Furnace, and let Ding Sheng's life soul and Yipo stay in the Boshan Furnace.

Feng Nian blatantly put Ding Sheng into the Boshan furnace, but the people around suddenly didn't see him, and he only focused on the stage. On the stage, the gongs and drums beat fast. But in the scene where Tai Zhuzi was supposed to play, Tai Zhuzi has not been seen for a long time.

The audience in the audience had long been impatient to wait. At first they could control their emotions and wait, but then they became more and more excited and shouted for the pillars to come out.

The troupe leader came out helplessly, cupped his hands to the audience, and said apologetically, "Sorry, we lost one of our outfits, and we are looking for them backstage."

Oh, so the hole was dug here, Feng Nian suddenly understood.

"Wei Zhen, this is a protective spell, you hold it, you can use it when you rush out later; there is also this, for your self-defense." Feng Nian handed Wei Zhen a spell and a small wooden sword. Letting Wei Zhen leave now will make him the target of the whole stage, so if you want to fight, just fight.

Suddenly a little girl let out an exclamation, and the sound of gongs and drums couldn't overwhelm her. She shouted, "Leader, where is the outfit, look."

On the stage, not only the troupe master, but also all the audience on the stage all turned their gazes to the direction that the little girl was pointing at.

A very well-matched man and woman sat in the fourth row of seats, and there was an outfit next to the woman, which was a helmet box. There are still charms on it, but the phoenix crown inside is not quiet at all, it is bumping into the helmet box with a "bang bang", it is difficult not to attract attention.

"We'll fight later, I can take care of myself, don't be distracted." Wei Zhen stretched out his hand to pin back the broken hair that fell on Feng Nian's forehead, and said with a smile.

"Okay, remember not to get hurt." Feng Nian nodded obediently.

All the audience in the stage got up one after another after seeing the helmet box, and they came towards the direction where Feng Nian was. If it hadn't been for these two people to take away the helmet box, how could they not hear the opera, and how could they not see the pillars of the troupe.

It was only then that Wei Zhen noticed that the expressions on the faces of the audience sitting on the stage had begun to change. Sharp teeth grew from the corners of their mouths, and the nails on their hands also grew long. They all surrounded Wei Zhen and Feng. Miss two people.

Feng Nian calmly and patted the helmet case heavily, "Be quiet, stop making noise."

The sound of gongs and drums on the stage did not stop, one after another, as if they were cheering.

Feng Nian stood up, several spells had already been swung out in response to her getting up. Where the spell went, the audience fell down and turned into bones. However, this did not frighten the other audience present. They stepped on the bones of the others, and rushed towards Wei Zhen and Feng Nian one after another.

Wei Zhen had already taken the mahogany sword that Feng Nian had given him, and knocked down several of them.

Feng Nian has to say that Wei Zhen's fighting posture is really handsome, not sloppy, smooth and smooth, the point is, he is handsome. If the female ghost were here, she would definitely be drooling all over the floor.

Turning his attention away from the extremely handsome Wei Zhen, Feng Nian rushed directly onto the stage. Even if people suddenly rushed up on the stage, the sound of gongs and drums still did not stop, and the musicians beat the instruments in their hands rhythmically as if they were tireless.

Upon closer inspection, those musicians didn't even have pupils, they were actually puppets with strings. Feng Nian jumped up and cut off the silk thread on the musicians' bodies. Once the thread was broken, the musicians stopped playing. The whole stage suddenly fell silent. The audience also stopped.

Feng Nian gave Wei Zhen a reassuring look, signaling him to wait for him outside, and then went to the backstage to look for it. She still carried the helmet case in her hand.

The backstage of the troupe was quiet, the troupe leader who was still apologizing on the stage, and the little girl who pointed out that the helmet box was in Feng Nian's hands, disappeared at this moment.

Suddenly, a female voice sang melodiously, Feng Nian listened carefully, and finally heard her singing, "I'm so happy when I go out of the boudoir, the scenery is so fresh, the lights are like stars and moons like mirrors, and the fire trees and silver flowers never grow at night." This is a sentence in "Li Jing Ji".

But just after singing this sentence, Feng Nian saw a woman in a costume with her back facing him, sitting in front of the vanity mirror, holding a wooden comb, combing her hair time after time. Long black hair~www.wuxiax.com~In "Story of the Lai Jing", you can't use the phoenix crown," Feng Nian placed the helmet box containing the phoenix crown heavily on the table.

"How do you know that it won't be used?" The woman's voice was as crisp as a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, no wonder she was the pillar of the theater troupe. She was still combing her long hair carefully without turning around.

"I also know that the play has already started, and people come to listen from all directions, one is human, three are ghosts, and four are gods." When Feng Nian said this, he noticed that the woman's combing hair was obviously paused, and she continued, "It's just Don't know what you are, man? Ghost?"

"Why can't I be a god?" The woman's voice suddenly became sharper, as if she was dissatisfied because Feng Nian mentioned that she was a ghost, and the black hair hanging down her back seemed to grow a little longer.

"Because, you are not worthy!" Feng Nian immediately swung a spell in his hand, and the spell hit the woman's body, only to hear a "crash", that was the sound of a broken mirror.

The figure of the woman disappeared immediately, leaving only a broken bronze mirror. The female ghost just now appeared in front of Feng Nian using the bronze mirror.

(end of this chapter)