After being expelled from the sect, I became the villain mentor

"Master, we are back."

When Ye Tang and the others came back, Yun Yan had changed her clothes. The bright pink color made her look particularly cute.

"So cute." Yu Nian raised his hand and touched Yun Yan's little head.

"Right," Ye Tang raised his head proudly, "I picked this."

Not long after, Lin Jingyao also came back with a smile on his face, as if he had gained something.

As the time grew later, they headed towards Yuhuatai and found Ling Qing, who was drunk, disheveled and sleeping soundly on the floor in the private room they had visited in the afternoon.

Carrying his shameful father on his shoulders, Ling Cang left the opera house with Yu Nian.

Before leaving the hall, the three of them happened to meet Mr. Guyu, who had been singing The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl all day. After taking off his paint, he put on casual clothes, coughed lightly, and was supported by a servant to go home. His whole body was full of the charm of opera.

Ling Cang supported Ling Qing as they passed by him. He only took a side glance and frowned.

When he turned around and wanted to take another look at Mr. Guyu's appearance and compare it with the person in his memory, Mr. Guyu had disappeared.

"Ling Cang, what's wrong?" Yu Nian woke up the dazed Ling Cang.

"Nothing, Master, let's go back."

Ling Cang shook his head and helped Ling Qing out of the Pear Garden. It was already early morning when the three of them returned to the Ling Mansion.

After having the servants help Ling Xing back to his room, Yu Nian and Ling Cang returned to the courtyard where they lived to rest.

Practiced all night.

When Yu Nian walked out of the room, Ling Cang, who had been investigating the evil cultivators in Junhong City, had already returned and even rested for a while while drinking tea in the hall of Daling Mansion.

Today he went to visit the Gu Mansion, but the gate was closed, no one swept the fallen leaves at the door, and there was not even a servant to guard the door. It seemed that no one lived in the mansion.

While Ling Cang was thinking with his head down, Yu Nian slowly walked to the front hall.

"Master," Ling Cang looked at Yu Nian and asked directly, "Master, can you accompany Ling Cang to watch a play at Yuhuatai?"

Yu Nian was a little surprised. From what she saw yesterday afternoon, her eldest disciple did not inherit Ling Qing's hobby of watching plays. Instead, like her, he almost fell asleep while watching the play of Cowherd and Weaver Girl.

Now, he suggested going to the theater. What exactly was he trying to do?

Although Yu Nian was confused, he did not ask Ling Cang the reason and nodded in agreement.

The two went to Yuhuatai again, and the same waiter came to greet them. However, they stayed in the opera house for the whole day without seeing Mr. Guyu appear.

The second day, the third day, the fourth day...it was still the same.

The waiter who came in to serve tea every time looked at the two people on the stage outside the window, forced his eyes open and spoke.

"My two guests, who are you looking for?"

Ling Cang nodded stiffly and asked expressionlessly, "Where is your Mr. Guyu?"

The waiter suddenly understood, looking as if to understand why. "Our master is in poor health and rarely comes here. He only comes to visit occasionally. Usually, the old steward of the Gu Mansion manages the affairs of the opera house... If we want to hear our master sing, it will be even more difficult."

Ling Cang's face darkened when he heard this.

Seeing the customer's unhappy expression, the waiter quickly added, "However, our master always comes out to sing an opera on the ninth day of every ten days in the afternoon... The last Qixi Festival was a special case. After the performance, Master Guyu's old illness relapsed, and he did not come to the opera house on the ninth day of this month.

If you two guests would like to hear Mr. Guyu sing, please come before the 19th of this month."

After hearing what the waiter said, Ling Cang and Yu Nian left. Today was only July 12th, so they still had to wait for seven days.

Yu Nian had understood that Ling Cang was looking for someone these days, but she didn't know who he was looking for. Today, she learned from the waiter that Ling Cang was looking for Mr. Guyu. She couldn't help but ask Ling Cang, "What is Ling Cang looking for Mr. Guyu for?"

Ling Cang was silent for a moment, then said, "This person looks quite like an old friend of Ling Cang."

Yu Nian understood and expressed his understanding.

The eldest disciple’s old friend was probably a very good playmate in childhood but they no longer had contact for various reasons.

The two of them went straight back to Ling Mansion and waited for seven days until the afternoon of July 19th, when they finally boarded a carriage and headed for Yuhuatai.

As soon as Yu Nian and Ling Cang arrived at the door, they met Ling Qing who came to listen to the opera.

"Master Yu Nian, Yu Shu, why are you here too?" Ling Xing was surprised. He clearly remembered that the two of them didn't like watching shows.

"Watch the show." Ling Cang said expressionlessly.

Ling Xing looked at his son's sour face and didn't ask any more questions. The three of them went in early and sat down in the private room.

"Waiter, what kind of opera will Mr. Guyu perform today?" Ling Qing skillfully picked up a peanut, threw it into his mouth, and asked while chewing.

"Today our master is going to sing the Return of the Soul."

The waiter looked very excited. This was the play that the master was best at, and he liked listening to it very much. When he served tea and water to the guests, he could also feast his eyes on it.

"The Return of the Soul... this is good." Ling Qing was a little dazed, and then he looked forward to today's show.

The last story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl exists in both the real world and the world of cultivation.

Yu Nian at least knew some of the story outline and had heard of its famous name.

She had never heard of this Soul Record before. It seemed to be a local opera in the world of cultivation.

Faced with a new and unprecedented opera, and hearing the name telling a fantasy story, Yu Nian's interest reached its peak.

Even though she didn't like listening to opera, she was looking forward to the next one.

The seats were packed again today, and there were three times as many female guests as usual.

However, the prizes and scenery on the stage had already been prepared, and the audience below waited for a long time, but the actor did not appear.

Meanwhile, backstage.

"Snapped!"

An eyebrow pencil fell from the hands of Guyu, a Peking Opera master who was sitting in front of the mirror, dressed neatly and drawing his eyebrows. The pencil fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

"Brother, if you are not feeling well, please do not go out today."

Behind him, a man who looked about 70% similar to him and was extremely handsome quickly stepped forward to support the staggering Guyu.

"How can I do this? There are so many customers waiting outside." Guyu coughed twice, then quickly picked up the broken eyebrow pencil from the ground and put it on the dressing table. She then took out a new one from the dressing box next to it and started drawing her eyebrows.

The man in black frowned slightly, grabbed Guyu's hand, and said in a voice filled with anger, "Brother, you don't take care of your own health... At least you have to consider me."

Guyu was a little distracted. He looked at his brother with a complicated expression full of dejection. "This drama is over once it's performed. I don't know how much longer I can hold on... Xiaoqing, you are a cultivator with a promising future. There is really no need to waste your time and energy on a useless person like me."

"Brother, it's better not to mention these things again." Grabbing the eyebrow pencil from Gu Yu's hand, Gu Qing said with a sullen face, "Let me sing on your behalf in this drama."

"You can't do this. You were always cunning and dishonest when you were practicing martial arts as a kid. Get out of here!" The voice as loud as pearls and jade was filled with a hint of stubbornness, and Guyu drove Guqing out.

There was no one else in the room. Guyu's straight shoulders drooped weakly, his face was extremely pale, and he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was shaking.

However, there was a loud noise of flutes and drums outside, and the matter had been delayed for a long time. If it continued any longer, the stage would be destroyed.

Guyu barely put on the ink, and the tight-fitting satin dress was completely soaked with sweat.

"Sir, the first show outside has been over for a long time. It's your turn!" Butler Gu outside the door was so anxious that he wanted to rush in, but because of his status, he didn't dare to barge in. He could only knock on the door and urge him.

Guyu, neatly dressed and full of energy, got up and went out.