I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 131 Tomb-sweeping Day, Yizhuang Troupe (for subscription)

To Chen Qingyan, a Foundation Establishment Pill is really not a valuable item.

If Qin Yao said that it was given to him, he would definitely not want it. Needless to say, if he reached out and took it, the price would drop.

But when this thing is dedicated to the teacher with the passion of a disciple, if he refuses to accept it, wouldn't it be a blow to the disciple's heart to serve?

It seems that it really proved the white-eyed wolf's statement in the other party's mouth, which would chill people's hearts.

But if he accepts it, he must admit that Qin Yao loves Maoshan. If a disciple who loves Maoshan has some problems, such as being bullied by a senior master who did not nominate him, is it reasonable for him not to uphold justice as the head of Maoshan? ?

Obviously unreasonable!

The problem is, he also told Qin Yao earlier that if he wanted to truly defeat Shi Jian, he had to have the strength to carry the flag.Although there is a hint of expectation in these words, it does not mean that I am a referee.

This bastard is trying to bribe the referee!
"Master, are you alright?" Qin Yao asked in surprise, holding up the pill bottle.

Hmm... It looks like I don't know anything, and I don't think so much about it.

The old master laughed lightly, and reached out to take the porcelain vase: "In terms of cultivation, prestige, and connections, you are far behind Shi Jian. But when it comes to people's sophistication, I have to say, you are very sure."

Qin Yao smiled and said: "I only know that no matter what kind of relationship you are in, you get along slowly. All the blue eyes add up, and you need to give positive feedback. Otherwise, no matter how beautiful you are, you will be eliminated in the end. After all, the next one will be better." good."

"What's the mess?" The old master was really amused by him, and said: "Go to rest, go to rest, don't play poor in front of me."

Qin Yao smiled, bowed slightly, turned around and strode away.

"Little A-Jiao, who is not good at drilling, actually brought out such a sophisticated and tactful disciple... It's strange." Watching his gradually receding figure, the old master murmured.

"Young class."

"Young class..."

night.

The Yizhuang people on the day shift were packing up their things and getting ready to leave work. Suddenly, they caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of their eyes. They put down their work and greeted them with smiles.

Qin Yao waved as he walked: "You are busy with your work, don't worry about me."

It has the air of a big boss coming to inspect the work.

"Are you relieved?" In the main room, Uncle Nine respectfully offered three sticks of incense to the Patriarch, then turned to look at the disciple standing in front of the door with his hands clasped.

It's time for dinner soon, and the ancestor's incense must be offered first.

Qin Yao stepped through the door and saw the cigarette smoke curling up, so he bowed to the god statue: "Don't worry...Master, is Yizhuang okay recently?"

"There is something I need to tell you." Uncle Jiu greeted him and sat down, and said, "Tsing Ming Festival will be in two days. Yin and Yang will communicate with each other, and the gate of ghosts will open. Qiusheng told me that we are in the business of ghosts and monsters." , taking advantage of this festival, we should create some projects to give back to customers, do you have any ideas?"

Qin Yao said with a smile: "You must have thought about it a long time ago? Let me talk about yours first."

"I want to get a troupe to sing a big play for three days in a row, so that the ghosts can watch and amuse themselves." Uncle Jiu said.

Qin Yao was slightly taken aback, but he remembered the opportunity for the female ghost Xiaoli to appear in Zombie Supreme.

According to the timeline in the movie, she should appear on the ghost festival of July [-], not Qingming in February (old calendar).

However, due to my own reasons, many timelines about Uncle Nine are messed up, and it is impossible for Qi Xiaoli to appear on Qingming.

"What's the matter, is there something wrong with this idea?" Uncle Jiu asked.

Qin Yao suppressed the strangeness in his heart for the time being, and said with a smile: "No problem, the idea is very good, have you decided on a manager?"

"Qiu Sheng volunteered to say that he would take care of it. Originally, I was worried that there would be too many ghosts coming and it would be difficult to control. I will feel at ease when you come back." Uncle Jiu said.

Qin Yao said: "I'll come and watch at that time, and I promise there won't be any trouble."

"Master, junior brother." The two masters and apprentices were talking, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai rushed over after receiving the news, and greeted them first before entering the door.

Uncle Jiu nodded slightly.

Qin Yao smiled, "Two senior brothers."

"Qiu Sheng, I'll leave the theater troupe to you, and then Qin Yao will be there for you." Later, when the special chef brought the food to the table, Uncle Jiu picked up his chopsticks and said.

Qiu Sheng smiled: "No problem. For the first issue, I will definitely do my best to make the activities of the Yizhuang Qingming Festival deeply rooted in the hearts of the underworld, ah no, it goes deep into the hearts of ghosts."

Everyone laughed lightly, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Yimao year.

Gengchen month.

Ding Mao day.

On the twenty-second day of the second lunar month in the lunar calendar, during the Ching Ming Festival, at midnight, the gates of ghosts are wide open.

In the chilly wind, four Wuchang, who had been prepared by Uncle Jiu in advance, held mourning sticks and escorted nearly [-] ghosts from the vicinity of Renjia Town to the warehouse of Yizhuang, where Qiusheng spent a lot of money. Invited troupe.

Except for these old folks who have not been reincarnated due to various reasons, the Yizhuang troupe will not defend against those ghosts who are homeless and have nowhere to go. No rejection.

Among the ghosts.

A female ghost wearing a long white dress and a white hair ornament, with a charming face but not a vulgar temperament, kept looking around, as if looking for some opportunity.

However, this journey has been smooth and smooth, without any waves, and she dare not move around if there is no accident, lest she will be caught by the black and white impermanence, and her soul will be scattered under the mourning stick.

"Here we are." Just as she was worrying about how to get out, she suddenly heard the cold voice of the ghost guard. Looking up, she saw the iron gate of the warehouse in front of her wide open. Waiting for the big show to start.

In the corner, a group of lonely and wild ghosts gathered together, whispering, and laughing cheerfully from time to time, obviously very happy with this scene.

"Come in, you are the ghosts of this Renjia town, so you can get the best seats to watch the show." Leading a group of ghosts to the warehouse door, Wuchang pointed to the open space in the middle.

Because I don't know how many ghosts will come, there are no benches, tables and chairs under the stage, so as not to be unable to stand at that time and cause any disputes.

The female ghost in a white skirt mixed in the crowd, walked into the warehouse, turned her head and took a look, and saw four Wuchang holding weapons, standing in front of the door, staring at all the ghosts in the hall like torches.

"You can't touch these opera singers, you can move your whole body..." The female ghost in white dress looked away and continued to wait for the opportunity.

Shortly after.

She finally saw a glimmer of hope when she saw three men without costumes coming out of the backstage and heading straight for the warehouse gate.

It was only what she could see, and the rest of the ghosts could also see it, so the moment the three appeared, they attracted the attention of all ghosts, and among them, the ghost in white skirt was definitely not the only one who moved their minds.

"Four lords, my master is waiting to invite you to drink tea in the Yizhuang. Just leave it to us to guard here. When the curtain comes to an end, you will never lose a single ghost." Qiu Sheng pulled out the ghost from his arms. The ghost paper prepared in advance was enthusiastically distributed to the four ghost messengers.

The four ghost messengers took the ghost paper and immediately flashed away. Qin Yao smiled slightly and turned to look at the group of ghosts: "Everyone, do you know why I asked the four ghost messengers to leave?"

(End of this chapter)