I'm not a drama god

A slight cold wind blew across the ground. Chen Ling was sitting alone under the stage, her eyes staring at the stage, her hair blowing up with the corners of her opera robe;

Beside him, Li Qingshan was still in a state of trance, seemingly still immersed in the drama just now, as if a sculpture was motionless.

Chen Ling was the only audience member who stayed awake.

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At the same time, those figures walked across the old stage, making slight sounds under their feet, which touched Chen Ling's heartstrings...

He was suddenly nervous.

Strictly speaking, this is the first meeting between Chen Ling and Xi Dao Gu Zang.

Although he had met Mojiao and the King of Clubs before, it was an accidental encounter after all, and he was still completely unknown to the mysterious master. The only thing he remembered was his voice.

"However, if [mockery] comes last... my master will kill you with my own hands."

This sentence impressed Chen Ling the most. It was also the first time he learned the name [mockery]... In the deepest memory of his mind, it was this mysterious master who put on Chen Ling's mask for him. , it was this master who exchanged his identity with "Chen Ling", and even the disaster seemed to be related to him...

Until now, Chen Ling is not really sure who he is, and it is precisely because of this that he cannot judge the master's attitude towards him.

Will he see his identity as a time traveler? Or did he already know? How will he treat himself? Will he accept himself as his disciple as before, or will he coldly deny his existence after realizing that he is not the "Chen Ling (Chen Yan)" before? Or...will he kill himself directly?

Chen Ling didn't know that there was a little sweat on his hands under his red opera robe, and his eyes were fixed on the stage.

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The four figures finally stopped in the center of the stage.

Because there was no light, their figures were at the junction of dimness and darkness. Chen Ling could only barely see their outlines clearly, but Chen Ling could feel... that they were also looking at her.

On and off the stage, they stared at each other, and the air suddenly fell into silence.

Someone on the stage couldn't help but want to say something, but the next moment, another person spoke leisurely:

"Who is in the audience?"

When this voice sounded, Chen Ling's heart tightened slightly. This was not Mojiao's voice, nor was it the voice of the two senior brothers who had just played Gao Chong and Wu Shu... Therefore, the person speaking was most likely the mysterious one. master.

Chen Ling was silent for a long time, then slowly but firmly spoke:

"Chen Ling."

"Since you know who you are, why do you come to me?" the voice asked.

Chen Ling was startled.

"I...I want to know what happened to me."

"So what if you know, so what if you don't know?" The voice said calmly, "Since you think you are Chen Ling, does the past still matter?"

Chen Ling thought seriously for a moment.

"Although I have identified my identity, in the final analysis, it is just a mirror...or I am deceiving myself. I want to get the answer. Only in this way can I dispel the confusion in my heart."

"Dispel confusion?" The man glanced at Chen Ling a few times and said,

"The confusion in you is indeed a trouble... If you can't dispel it, when you reach the seventh level, you will be lost in the backlash of the divine way, and self-destruction will almost be inevitable."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the three people beside him changed, and they all looked at the speaker solemnly, as if they had recalled some bad memories.

Shinto backlash...lost?

This was the first time Chen Ling heard these two words, but he didn't know what they meant...but it sounded like it had a lot to do with the confusion in his heart, and the consequences would be serious.

Chen Ling took a deep breath and spoke respectfully: "Senior, please dispel the confusion in my heart."

Chen Ling searched for the ancient treasures of opera in order to know the truth and dispel his confusion. Now that the person he was looking for was right in front of him, he couldn't miss it... Of course, Chen Ling did not take on the identity of a disciple, but respectfully addressed him as a senior. After all, from his perspective, the person who worshiped the Xi Dao Guzang was not him. It would be a bit over the line to call himself a disciple at this moment.

The figure stood on the stage, and the voice sounded again:

"I do have a way to dispel your confusion, but..."

"But what?"

"However, you have to listen to me on how to dispel it."

Chen Ling's brows wrinkled unconsciously. He looked at the man in confusion, not understanding the meaning of this sentence... Wouldn't it be possible to dispel the confusion by telling him the truth at that time and who he really was?

Seemingly seeing through Chen Ling's thoughts, the man continued:

"The confusion in your heart is too deep, and it is difficult to get rid of it completely. However, I, Xi Dao Gu Zang, have a secret method that can anchor your mind and help you fight against the backlash of Shinto... Do you want to learn it or not?"

The secret method of Xi Dao Zang?

Chen Ling was stunned. He came to this master with the original intention of knowing the secrets about himself, but the other party did not mention this aspect, but instead talked about the secret method... The development of the matter seemed to be a bit beyond him. unexpected.

Chen Ling stood in the audience, thoughts surging in her mind, and finally made up her mind and nodded slightly:

"I studied."

No matter what, Chen Ling has to find a way to learn the so-called secret method of opera. Otherwise, if it is true as he said, he will be destroyed by the backlash of the divine way, and everything will be in vain. And one's own secrets can only be accessed after getting closer to the ancient Xi Dao Zang...

Of course, the most important thing is that these people in Xidao Guzang are not hostile to him.

As Chen Ling's answer sounded, the corners of the figure's mouth on the stage raised slightly;

"This secret method is regarded as an ancient hidden secret and cannot be easily passed on to others... If you want to learn it, you can, but we have to make a three-part agreement; first, after you learn this secret method, you cannot teach it to outsiders at will; second, once you start learning, you cannot continue to learn it. Regret, I have always been able to get in but not get out of Daogu Zang. When the time comes, you have suffered and you will not be able to quit again..."

"No problem, what about the third one?"

The man's voice gradually became serious:

"Third, after learning this secret technique, you will be considered a disciple of my Taoist Guzang. You must be filial to your teacher. If one day you dare to bully your teacher and destroy the Tao, no matter where I am, I will not let you go."

Chen Ling was stunned...Does this mean she is officially admitted to the sect?

And listening to his tone, the seriousness of this article is completely different from the previous two. It seems that it is not some kind of agreement, but like an oath, especially the four words "Deceive the teacher and destroy the Tao", like a sledgehammer. It hit Chen Ling's heart.

What... is he worried about?

This thought suddenly flashed through Chen Ling's mind, but he was shocked. He didn't know how he interpreted the "worry" emotion from this sentence, but he always felt that this mysterious master was worried about him. His attitude was a bit subtle, as if he couldn't wait to be dragged into the ancient theater.

Chen Ling shook his head and threw away those messy thoughts. He felt that he was a little too sensitive.

"No problem, what else do you need me to do?" Chen Ling asked, "For example, the apprenticeship ceremony and so on?"

"……unnecessary."

The man paused for a moment and said, "Someone has already paid homage to you."