The next day, the teacher Shen Ji promised to find for Yu Yin arrived. The two of them worked together, and the other studied opera. They accompanied each other, and their days were plain but fulfilling.

"Shen Ji, Shen Ji!"

A white figure ran towards him, and the guard outside the door had no time to say hello, so he slipped into the Marshal's office.

Shen Ji put down the pen, looked at Yu Yin, with a smile on his lips, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Before Yu Yin could catch his breath, he held up the two indistinguishable sugar figurines in his hands to show him, "How did it melt?"

Shen Ji stared, the two sugar figurines were reluctant to eat, so Shen Ji cast spells on it to keep the sugar figurines in shape. Half a month later, the power on the sugar figurines disappeared, and the weather became hotter and hotter. People naturally melt.

Yu Yin's eyes were full of reluctance, he put it in a place where he could see it at a glance every day, and when he came together today, he found that it had melted, and he didn't even care about hanging his throat, so he ran directly to Shen Ji's side.

"I'll make you another one who won't melt." Shen Ji hugged him into his arms and kissed him twice, then said softly.

"I just feel it's a pity." Yu Yin stared at the sugar figure that was still melting in his hand, a little dazed.

Shen Ji gently rubbed Ren's head, "We won't do this, even if we melt, we will always be together."

As he spoke, he brought the two sugar figures together, and the melted sugar figures stuck together.

A smile appeared on Yu Yin's wrinkled face.

"Then I'll go back and hang my throat. You should be serious about your work." Yu Yin wanted to get up from the man's arms, but the man didn't let him go.

"Is this gone?"

"Ang?" Yu Yin was stunned for a moment, then kissed the man on the lips, and was about to get up, but was hugged and deepened the kiss.

When Yu Yin came out again, his clothes were messy, he walked in a hurry, his face was still flushed, and the guards didn't dare to look at him.

Shen Ji sat on the office chair, leaning on the backrest with his legs crossed, his posture was lazy, his left hand rested on the armrest, and a cluster of flames sprang out from his palm. He stared at the cluster of flames for a long time, but the flames did not change, but Shen Ji could feel I feel that my strength is losing a little bit.

"Host, this is a high-level plane!" Seeing that the host has been staring at his spiritual power, 009 felt that something was wrong. Just now, he released energy to sense this plane, but the energy disappeared after a while!

It shows that the awareness of the plane is very strong, and the power outside the plane is not allowed.

"But the various aspects of this plane can't tell that it is a high-level plane." The high-level planes 009 knows are not so poor at all.

"Did you misunderstand the high-level plane?" Shen Ji still stared at the flame in his hand, restraining his breath.Sure enough, the spiritual power contained in the flames was draining faster.

A normal high-level plane would not allow power beyond its own plane to appear for a minute and a second, instead of the power coming out but slowly draining away, as if absorbed.

"Host, I don't know much about it after all. My original plane is at most an intermediate plane, but the one that swallowed my plane is indeed a high-level plane."

"This is just a low-level plane, but there are creatures from the high-level plane controlling it."

"No, no, why don't we encounter many normal planes?"

009 clicked his tongue, but he didn't panic now. The host's expression didn't change, which meant that the problem was not serious.

But I still can't figure it out, "No matter how powerful the creatures of the advanced plane are, they can't control the consciousness of the plane."

Not everyone is as powerful as the host.

"It wasn't a high-level plane that devoured your plane at the beginning." The flame in Shen Ji's hand was getting weaker and weaker.

009 pondered for a while, "So, at that time, the soul wave of the attack target could not be sensed, and it was also the existence of that creature that covered up all the power?"

The flame in Shen Ji's hand completely disappeared, he withdrew his hand, looked at the sunny sky outside the window, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "It seems familiar."

Shen Ji had encountered this kind of situation before, as the only one who was out of control in that plane, he was naturally suppressed by the other party, and then the other party was killed by him.

These people or creatures have discovered the secrets of the world, found passages to other planes, absorbed power wantonly, and caused the plane to become unbalanced, but the consciousness of the plane could do nothing to them.

This kind of existence is only one in a hundred billion, and it should be called "God" in its original plane.

009 can only sigh, the host is well-informed.

-

The fighting in the north intensified, and soon spread to the south. Although the major warlords in the south were prepared, they were still in a hurry, except for Tiancheng, which was as stable as Mount Tai.

This is an opportunity for Shen Ji, those spies who are eager to get ahead have all been caught out.

Of course, there are also some who think that the Pingnan Army is more suitable for them to stay.

At first, this war was only initiated by the warlords for their own interests, until the forces of other ethnic groups took the opportunity to get involved and wanted to get a share of it. The north was overwhelmed, so it directed the war to the south.

Shen Ji arranged the deployment early in the morning, and now he is the most free one among the southern warlords.

Yu Yin has the basic skills of the original owner in learning opera. What he needs to do is to master it and improve it. Now, after a month, he is already very good. Even the teacher said that he is very talented, and he will definitely become a master in the future.

In a separate courtyard of the Marshal's Mansion, there were several musicians sitting beside the stage that had been built, and there was only one person sitting upright under the stage. That person was tall and straight with a handsome face, and his eyes never moved away from the stage.

The music sounded, and a person slowly came out from behind the curtain, wearing a red and blue costume, pink face and red lips, heavy makeup, and a traditional big hair. The headdress on the head looked shining in the sun.

Yu Yin sang Danjiao, and the tune was "Rong Huang" that he had heard that day. Standing on the stage now, he was no less inferior to Pan Ling that day.

Shen Ji's eyes were firmly attached to Yu Yin's body, and when he sang, his mind was firmly grasped.

Yu Yin's voice is extremely good, and he can sing Danjiao effortlessly, and it is impossible to tell that this is a man.

Yu Yin on the stage radiates her own radiance wantonly, which is so unique in this difficult situation, like a flower born in the sun, full of vigor and vitality.

009 carried the "camera" to record this scene, muttering silently that he was just a tool system.

Beside the sink, Yu Yin had already changed his costume and hair, and Shen Ji carefully removed his makeup with a wet wipe.

"Am I singing well?" Yu Yin asked with his eyes closed.

"Okay, you can sing very well." Shen Ji's words did not carry any water, the child really sang very well, and I didn't realize that the child was so talented in this area before.

Yu Yin smiled happily, "I will sing it to you from now on."

"As long as it's you singing, I'll listen to it." Shen Ji's lips curled slightly, and then asked, "Are you going to stand in front of people?"

Yu Yin pondered for a while, "Think."

An art like Peking Opera deserves to be appreciated by more people, and it deserves to go to a bigger stage.

"it is good."

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