As soon as the officer finished shouting, many ghost soldiers rushed out of the barracks, starting from the main gate of the barracks. They held torches in one hand and spears in the other, standing in two rows, leaving a path hundreds of meters long, all the way to the wooden platform in the center. The barracks of tens of thousands of soldiers and horses instantly became so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. It was a scene of strict military discipline.
"Dang, dang, dang …" The sound of pipa came from the direction of the wooden platform. There was a murderous intent hidden in it, but it was obvious, as if it was an ambush from ten sides.
Yue Qianchou, who was smiling, became gloomy and narrowed his eyes. "Are you trying to show off your military might to me?" He had been a soldier in his previous life and had seen such a scene. Those who were timid would tremble on the spot, and they could not even walk properly. This was the power of the military.
A faintly discernible aura burst forth from Yue Qianchou's body. The feeling he gave off suddenly changed, as if he had become a completely different person. The officer standing in front of him could not help but look at him a few more times.
Many of the disciples outside the Yuan Gate began to breathe heavily. They could hear it clearly. Yue Qianchou glanced at the officer coldly, as if he was looking at an ant, and the officer's body slightly stiffened. He slowly turned back to stare at the crowd, and said indifferently, "Useless things, a group of living people can't be scared by a group of ghosts. With this kind of courage, how are you going to follow me in the future?" After saying that, he turned around without looking at them.
In normal times, if he dared to say such words, there would definitely be many people who would fight him to the death. There were many people with higher cultivation than him, but at this moment, no one dared to make a sound. Gu Qingyun could not tell what the officer's expression was, but a trace of shame appeared on his face.
The veins on the officer's neck bulged, and his face showed anger, but he calmed down after a deep breath. He looked at Yue Qianchou seriously, and was slightly surprised. As a Ghost King in the early stage, which was equivalent to the early stage of the Human Tribulation, he could not see through Yue Qianchou's cultivation. But this person looked so young, and one really could not judge a book by its cover. At this moment, he became cautious, and raised his hand to lead the way, saying, "Please!" His attitude was completely different from before.
Damn it! Face was earned by oneself. Yue Qianchou placed his hands behind his back and glanced at him coldly. Then, he looked straight ahead and replied with an indifferent "Hmm". Then, he strode forward. The ghost soldiers standing on both sides with their spears were nothing to him. The disciples of the various sects were a few meters away from him, following him step by step.
For some people, the military formation of a few hundred meters long was a welcoming display of honor, but for others, it was an increasingly oppressive feeling. Yue Qianchou treated it as the former. He slowly walked forward, his expression not changing at all. However, the footsteps of the various sects' disciples behind him became more and more chaotic.
When he was about fifty meters away from the central platform, Yue Qianchou noticed that the people standing on both sides of the platform had changed from ghost soldiers to armored officers. He glanced at them for a while and then looked away. His eyes fell on the platform in front of him, where a burly man was sitting.
The further he walked, the clearer he could see. He was burly, his hair was tied up, and his eyebrows were slanted to his temples. His eyes were large and full of spirit, and his gaze was like a torch. He had a prominent nose and thick lips, and a short beard. He was dressed in golden armor, and his scarlet cloak fell to his shoulders. There was a long table in front of him, and a golden beast helmet was placed on one end of it. There were also many fruit plates placed on top of it. The burly man picked up a slightly transparent purple wine cup and poured the liquid down his throat with his head tilted up. A maidservant beside him plucked a grape from the table and gently placed it in his mouth.
The burly man chewed on the grape and glanced at Yue Qianchou and the others who were walking over. Then, his eyes fell on a stunning woman in a plain robe who was playing the pipa. His every move showed the demeanor of a general of the military. If one did not know that he was the Ghost King, who would be able to tell that he was here?
Yue Qianchou led the group to the front of the stage and stopped. He glanced at the woman playing the pipa and secretly praised her. She was iron-blooded and gentle. What a great general!
Yue Qianchou's eyes were full of admiration for another man. He glanced at the stage, smiled and said slowly, "Grape wine in a luminous cup, and when one wants to drink, the pipa is urged immediately. Drunk on the battlefield, how many people have returned from war since ancient times? Great general, you are drinking and having fun in this military camp. What a refined mood. I, Cultivator Yue Qianchou, have long heard of the great general's name. I have specially come to pay my respects to the great general. "As he said that, he cupped his hands in greeting.
Suddenly, a general at the side took a step forward, pointed his finger and shouted, "How dare you! Where did this arrogant fellow come from? How dare you not kneel in front of the great general? "
This fellow's voice was loud as well. He did not use any cultivation, but his shout could be heard by everyone present. It scared some of the timid disciples from the various sects. Their legs turned to jelly and they almost knelt down.
Yue Qianchou was unmoved. He glanced at him and sneered in his heart. It seemed like all the generals who looked like Zhang Fei had such a fiery temper. He did not want to lower himself to his level. He looked at Ghost General who was on the stage.
The general was so angry that he kept shouting. He strode over and was about to make a move. On the stage, Ghost King suddenly shouted without looking at him, "Stand down." He then waved his hand at the pipa girl and the sound of the pipa stopped.
The general was stunned for a moment when he looked at the stage, but he still obediently retreated.
The sound of golden armor rubbing against each other was heard. Ghost General stood up from his seat. The braziers on both sides shone brightly on his golden armor, making him look even more extraordinary. He first stared deeply at Yue Qianchou for a while. Seeing that Yue Qianchou was smiling at him without fear, he returned a smile. He then played with the purple wine cup in his hand and said slowly in a deep voice, "Grape wine in the luminous cup, if you want to drink, the pipa urges you immediately. Drunk on the battlefield, Lord Grim. Since ancient times, how many people have returned from war? Since ancient times, how many people have returned from war … "
He repeated the last sentence for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking. Some of the generals on both sides also recited softly, "Since ancient times, how many people have returned from war …" Although their voices were very soft, it was not difficult to understand the bleakness in their tone.
Gu Qingyun stood behind Qin Wentian. His eyes were wide open as he surveyed Qin Wentian from head to toe, as though he didn't recognize him. Shock filled his heart. (Is this still the swindling hoodlum I met in the Cultivation Pavilion?) How could he spontaneously compose such a poem based on the situation? If he was pretending to be calm at the beginning, how could he improvise such a poem in front of the famous Ghost General of the Demon Ghost Region without this calmness?
There were also people with taste among the disciples of various sects, especially the female disciples of the Moon Clan. Women naturally liked beautiful things, and poems were the same, especially poems with a profound artistic conception. The group of women shook their heads and tried to look through the crowd, wanting to get to know Yue Qianchou again. Unfortunately, a certain someone left them with an unmoving back. For a moment, the fear in everyone's hearts was actually reduced to the lowest point.
Suddenly, the Ghost General came back to his senses. He raised the wine cup in his hand and looked at Yue Qianchou with a smile. "Young sir, you are indeed talented. Your impromptu work can be called a masterpiece. You are a rare talent. Then, may I trouble you to comment on the pipa song that my maid played just now? This song was composed by me personally. Young sir, please comment on whether it can be considered a masterpiece. "
Damn it! I am not a f * cking talent. What the hell do I know about pipa songs? But this song is like "Ambush from Ten Sides" that I heard in my previous life. Whatever, I will comment on it! After all, I am an expert who learned to play the pipa from my sister. Yue Qianchou pretended to think for a moment and nodded. He said straightforwardly, "This song can be considered a masterpiece among the pipa songs, but it has a very bad meaning for the general."
In an instant, the generals on both sides and the disciples behind him all focused their eyes on him. "Oh," the Ghost General replied. He turned to the side with his hands behind his back and no longer looked at him. He said in a deep voice, "How is it ominous? Young sir, please tell me." There was a hint of coldness in his words.
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