Chapter 6 Pear Garden Shadow (VI) He is an actor, so what? ...

The one person, one fairy and one ghost who were surrounding him were all shocked. Ye

Qingzhan hurriedly bent down to support his shaky figure, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips.

A thin shadow figure, with a face as white as snow and blood on his lips, weird and charming. As Ye Qingzhan was wiping, someone held his hand: "Help me up."

Hearing this, Qinghuai also wanted to help, but was avoided.

The young man in green withdrew his hand aggrievedly, and the exiled fairy huddled up and folded his arms to watch, complaining in his heart: Why bother?

After being helped up from the ground, the sharp-eyed and sharp-eared young man put his hand down from his heart and said in a deep voice: "Someone is coming."

The exiled fairy naturally heard the rustling sound coming from the bushes, and touched Qinghuai's eyebrows sideways, turning him into a shadow figure of a young man in plain clothes with a flagpole in his hand. He then cast a subtle spell, concealing his celestial aura and transforming himself into a fortune-teller, a thin figure with a mustache.

"So you two are here! I thought I'd lost you," Zhao Jinfan said, smiling as he emerged from the tree, Xie Zhiyan in tow. He turned to look at the bearded Taoist in white robes and asked, "Who are you, sir?" "I

'm Taoist Kongkong, a Taoist from the White Jade Temple in Yuntai Mountain. Greetings, young lady," Li Zhixing said calmly. He put his thumb together, fingers pressed together, and bowed. He then glanced at the handsome young man beside him, thinking he looked even more scholarly than he did, and yet looked quite distinguished. "Greetings, young master."

He figured if he couldn't be the story's protagonist, then being a small, insignificant figure, a Taoist who could pull himself aside at a crucial moment, should work.

"This is my disciple, Huairen." Seeing Qinghuai's dumbfounded face, the exiled immortal added hurriedly, "My disciple and I went all the way south and passed by here. We met two young people when we were fetching water from this clear stream." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Xie Zhiyan, the young man who had challenged him last night, and thought to himself: This time, this immortal has made up a story with reason and evidence, so you won't doubt it anymore!

Xie Zhiyan looked indifferent, as if he was not interested in what he said.

Ye Qingzhan listened quietly on the side, admiring him in his heart: immortals are smart.

Wen Gu had just calmed down the evil spirit in his heart. At this time, his face was weak and he had no time to care about the conversation between the few people. His eyes were always on the hand of the girl beside him who was supporting him.

"So you're a master from Yuntai Mountain," Zhao Jinfan nodded in return. "My daughter Jinfan greets Taoist Kongkong," she winked at Xie Zhiyan behind her, then turned and continued, "I wonder if you know any medical skills. Could you help me with a favor?"

Li Zhixing wanted to refuse, but then he realized he needed to get into the story first before he could prescribe the right medicine. He said, "I'm not very talented. I only know the basics."

"The basics are fine," Zhao Jinfan was overjoyed, and she hurriedly called behind her, "Miaoyun, Cuiqiao, quickly carry that man up."

The troupe was short of men, and Miaoyun and Cuiqiao, both sturdy women who often disguised themselves as men to play military commanders, were now doing the hard labor, carrying a shadow figure.

Ye Qingzhan leaned over to take a look.

The shadow figure was a thin young man, wet all over, as if he had just been fished out of the water. He was dressed in black, with a small hole in his trouser leg, revealing the wound on his leg, and the blood kept flowing out.

"Sir, can he be saved?" Zhao Jinfan looked at his bleeding leg, with a frown on his heroic face, and asked worriedly.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhixing walked to the shadow man lying on the ground and took his pulse. The man was not seriously injured, but had fainted due to choking on water and blood loss.

He originally thought about whether to save him or not, and what would happen if he saved the shadow man and changed the subsequent story. Now it seems that he worried too much. Whether he met himself or not, this man was not destined to die, and there would definitely be a future for him.

"Boss, did this little brother choke on water?" Ye Qingzhan asked.

Zhao Jinfan was about to respond when Xie Zhiyan snorted coldly beside him. He spoke first, "Who knows where this wild boy came from? He's lying like a dead ghost on the bluestone on the east bank of Zhuxi River." He glanced at the boy's legs. "The bleeding has stopped, but he's still unconscious." Turning to the class leader, he said, "Jinfan, he's definitely not going to make it. Just listen to me and leave him here." "

Xie Zhiyan, do you have any mercy?" Zhao Jinfan raged, his voice rising slightly. "You're pissing me off! Stop talking!" He turned to Li Zhixing, "Sir, can he be saved?"

Someone suddenly called out. Li Zhixing, who had been quietly listening to the argument, glanced at the scolded young man. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed the shadow figure on the ground stir.

"Ahem—"

The black-clad figure spat out the fluid in his chest, opened his eyes, and bounced up from the ground.

"You're awake?" Zhao Jinfan was overjoyed. Xie Zhiyan, standing beside him, a gloomy expression settled over him after taking in the boy's features.

Even with his eyes closed, the young figure looked incredibly handsome, with thin lips and a prominent nose. Now that he had opened his eyes, his almond-shaped eyes stared at him blankly and startled, like a frightened lamb, their corners tinged with red, a touch of pity.

Li Zhixing watched him, gently shaking his head out of Boss Zhao's sight, thinking to himself, "Each figure in this illusory world is more beautiful than the last."

Ye Qingzhan, standing nearby, stared at the black-clad figure without blinking, happy that he was awake, yet sighing inwardly: "

This was the same idea as the exiled immortal. She also suspected that the figure's appearance on the road to Sui'an County must be related to Qinghuai's past life memories. She had thought based on his appearance, perhaps this sudden appearance was Qinghuai himself.

But she was wrong—in this illusory world, everyone was just a skin, and most of them were beautiful skins." Although the faces of the shadow figures were not exactly the same, the differences were much smaller than the huge differences in the voices, appearances and smiles of the real people.

Apart from anything else, there were two shadow figures who looked alike: Xie Zhiyan and the unknown young man. Both had a pair of almond-shaped eyes, and both were fair and handsome, making it difficult to tell whether they were male or female. However, after the former changed out of his stage costume, he had a more noble air of a young man, while the latter wore a black and coarse cloth,

which made him look more like a commoner. What's more, off the stage, the costumes of these shadow figures were not much different. They all wore plain clothes and coarse cloth, narrow-sleeved pleated skirts, and either wrapped their heads with square scarves or wore their hair with wooden hairpins. Their faces were almost bare. From a distance, they looked like a bunch of uncolored white shadow figures, making them difficult to distinguish.

Ye Qingzhan looked at the young man who was holding the banner seriously, with a depressed look on his face: How can I tell which one is Qinghuai like this!

Wen Gu frowned when he saw her like this.

"Who are you?"

The young man's weak voice called back the people who were lost in thought. He coughed a few times and sat up with difficulty on his arms.

Facing the young man's question, Zhao Jinfan, who was usually cheerful and enthusiastic, smiled and replied: "My name is Zhao Jinfan, and I'm the owner of 'Suiheban'. You fainted by the water, and it was him-" She pointed to Xie Zhiyan who looked unhappy behind her, "Xie Zhiyan, Master Xie saw you first."

There was no gratitude in his eyes. After hearing the three words "Suiheban", the young man's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he glanced at the people around him - tall and short, fat and thin, young men and women.

The hatred in his eyes became clearer and clearer. He gritted his teeth and asked: "Actors?"

"You-are all actors?"

The question was full of contempt. As soon as the words were spoken, everyone was speechless.

The corners of Zhao Jinfan's smiling lips suddenly turned cold, like ice and snow. He took a step forward, bent down and asked: "What's wrong with the actors?"

Without waiting for the young man's reply, Xie Zhiyan took a sullen step forward, his eyes lowered as he asked condescendingly, "He's an actor, what should I do?"

"You..." The young man met the two men's stormy gazes, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell headfirst.

"Huh?"

The tense confrontation abruptly ended. The exiled immortal, who had been watching from the sidelines, hurried forward and took the young man's pulse. His pulse was erratic, his breathing erratic.

"He's getting angry," he said.

Zhao Jinfan and Xie Zhiyan exchanged a glance, the former quickly calling out, "Alang and..." Miaoyun and Cuiqiao had worked so hard all the way, and she couldn't bear to have them carry the young man any longer. She called out to the relatively sturdy Alang, hesitated for a moment, then looked at the person beside him, "Xie Zhiyan, you—"

"I won't save him," Xie Zhiyan said, shaking his sleeves. "He doesn't deserve it." He then walked away with his hands behind his back.

Li Zhixing was afraid the job of carrying the person would fall to him, so he quickly called out to Qinghuai, "Good disciple, come quickly!"

Qinghuai, who had been standing silently in the shade of a tree, observing everything, looked troubled when the exiled immortal called out. After a moment's pause, he handed the banner to the exiled immortal and walked towards the person lying on the ground.

Wen Gu, now a member of the opera troupe, had no choice but to do as he was told, despite his reluctance. However, he keenly sensed that the young man in black was his kind.

Hua Niang, who had been silent for a while, was now furious. She held her waist and asked, "Master, why do you have to save him? He..."

"I need to know clearly—"

"He's an actor, so what?"

Zhao Jinfan glanced at the young man being carried aloft and turned to leave.

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We've finally arrived in Sui'an County," Li Zhixing jumped off the ox cart. Ye Qingzhan leaned against Wen Gu's shoulder, half-consciously listening to the exiled immortal's words. He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by a scene of vibrant flowers and bustling crowds.

Peddlers walked the streets, people bustled in front of their stalls, teahouses and wineries wafted fragrant aromas, and laughter filled the air in front of the acrobatic troupe... This scene was a world apart from the one just now.

Perhaps after their argument, the once bustling troupe fell strangely silent during the final few miles into the city. Troupe Master Zhao and Master Xie were at odds, and the two, usually inseparable, were now at the front and the back of the group. Fortunately, the exiled immortal, who had stayed behind under the pretext of protecting the young man, intervened and managed to mediate, stopping several other carriages that were also about to enter the city.

Wen Gu and Qinghuai's arms were spared the trouble and placed the unconscious boy on the oxcart. Zhao Jinfan and Xie Zhiyan were awkwardly coaxed into the same carriage by the exiled immortal. The rest of the troupe also squeezed in and sat on the oxcart.

She sat with the exiled immortal, whispering the news they had received. Qinghuai stayed by the unconscious boy's side, listening to them quietly.

The exiled immortal knew that she and Wen Gu, two orphaned siblings in their teens, had passed the test to assist in the troupe's performances and joined the troupe to learn the art. Ye Qingzhan knew that the exiled immortal had used a bag of money from the lost shop to buy him and Qinghuai the opportunity to enter the illusion, saying that the Void Gorge would spin and drown them both.

She also knew that the passage of time in the illusion and the gates of hell were different. The illusion changed rapidly, while the gates of hell lived like the human world.

Li Zhixing followed the ox cart and walked beside Ye Qingzhan. He looked at the street market, stroked his mustache, and asked, "What's so great about this rich businessman's house you are going to?" He glanced at the driver and continued, "Originally, he didn't want to take us because there were too many people. But when he heard that we were going to celebrate the New Year with the daughter of the richest man in the city, he immediately agreed."

"Could it be for money?"

Ye Qingzhan nodded: "That makes sense. After all, he is the richest man."

"Didn't Zhao Jinfan tell you the name of the richest man in the city?" the exiled immortal suddenly asked again.

"No," Ye Qingzhan replied, "They only said she was a benefactor of the opera troupe, and I couldn't ask about anything else."

Li Zhixing nodded, folding his arms, and said, "That's true. After all, you're just a handyman, so there's no need for them to tell you everything." He then looked at Wen Gu, "Didn't Xie tell you either?"

Wen Gu closed his eyes, looking very tired. He was about to speak when he was interrupted by two people passing by the exiled immortal.

"I heard that Mr. Ye spent a lot of money on his daughter's coming-of-age banquet and invited friends from all over to congratulate her?"

"Yes, he even said that he would give gifts to every household on the day of the coming-of-age ceremony!"

"What was Miss Ye's name... We really benefited from her."

"I think her name was Qing, Qingzhan."

"Yes, Ye Qingzhan..."

The two gradually walked away.

After listening to the passerby's words, Li Zhixing looked at the girl in the carriage, whose eyes were blinking at them, and sighed inwardly. Qinghuai also blinked at her. The young man who was sitting with his knees bent

and his eyes closed, opened his eyes at some point and quietly looked at the girl beside him.