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"What's the meaning of this, Master?" I asked in surprise. My master said, "Come here, master will perform a little magic for you to broaden your horizons."

I sat down and stared at the snake, and saw that the paper snake was moving up and down, extremely agilely, just like a living snake. Master picked up a cup of wine and spilled it on the snake's head, and saw that the paper snake wasn't wet at all, but was even more spirited.

I licked my lips and said, "Master, can you teach me?" His Master said, "That won't do. This is a forbidden technique. You can't learn it. It won't do you any good." I said, "How can that be? It's not like I'm going to go out and hurt people. Just teach me, Master." His Master thought for a moment and said, "Then you can drink this wine first."

What kind of conditions were these? Looking at the full cup of white wine, I said, "Master, you're overestimating me. If I were to pour this cup of wine in, I would have already been blinded. Why would I still need to learn?" His Master said, "Don't worry, I'll just cover my tracks and study tomorrow. How can I renege on my debt?"

Alright, for the sake of my cultivation, I'm going to give it my all. I raised my glass and was about to drink it all in one gulp before putting it down and saying, "Master, why don't we drink half a cup?" My master hummed as she looked at the sky, but she didn't see anything. My heart said, "Isn't it just a cup, what's there to be afraid of?" She steeled her heart and drank the entire cup of white wine. After saying that, he ran to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of water. It was only after a long time that the burning sensation disappeared.

He staggered back, and his stomach and throat were no longer so hot. His head was starting to get muddled. "Master, teach …" Teach him. " Looking at me, Master shook his head, "Haozi, alcohol is still not good enough. I have to practice, or else I won't be able to understand."

I said, "Master, you're joking again. What does alcohol consumption have to do with this?" His Master said, "I think so. If a person's alcohol tolerance is not good, then his self-control is bad. If his self-control is bad, then learning the forbidden technique will be unlucky." I said, "What kind of logic is this? Who told you this?"

My master ignored me. "The wine enters my intestines and turns into tears for love." He poured another cup in, then poured a cup for the snake. "Drink it, brother. Follow me and endure the hardships." The snake put its head into the cup, and soon, the wine in the cup ran out. His master was amused by what he saw. "Sure, your alcohol capacity will grow." With that, he filled his cup with wine. "Drink. The three of us won't leave until we're drunk today."

I saw that Master didn't have any intention of teaching me, so I said, 'Master, do you remember what you said to me?' "What is it?" his Master asked. "You said that you had to do what you said, and that you had to do what you promised, or else it was because you had bad character. I remember that saying." His Master said, "Okay, you brat, are you threatening me with these words? I won't do that. I don't care if you say what you want to say."

My master refused to teach me anything, refused to drink by himself, and continued to persuade me to drink. I really couldn't drink anymore, and it was meaningless for my master to drink it, and I also didn't want to drink that paper snake. My master dug around and said to himself, "Anyway, I was also seen, so I don't care anymore." He took out something wrapped in a handkerchief and opened it. It was a piece of folded yellow paper.

Master opened the yellow paper. It was the beauty that I had seen that night. "Shuhua, accompany me for a drink." He slowly stood up and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a beautiful woman. Last time, I couldn't see it clearly, but this time, when I got closer, I could clearly see that she was a living person.

I'm a little nervous, master is really drinking too much, this kind of forbidden art is indeed scary, a paper wine turned into a living person, and a beauty like this, how scary would it be if she fell into the wrong hands, that beauty sat down, looked at her master, then looked at me again, her master smirked at her, she said, "Senior, why is there an outsider here this time?"

The woman looked at me, and I was a little nervous. I didn't know what she was going to do. She looked at me and said, "Are you from this shop?" I nodded and she smiled. "Alright, it seems that I won't be able to return to the human world for long, right senior brother?"

Master only looked at it as if he didn't understand what I was saying. I awkwardly coughed and said, "Erm, Martial Aunt, how did you become a piece of paper?"

The woman said in surprise, "You called me Martial Aunt just now, that means you're my Martial Brother's disciple?" Without waiting for me to say anything, his Master said, "Shuhua, recently I've asked you to come out more and more often. Are you happy?" The woman said, "Senior Brother, it's better if you treat me well. It's just that this late at night is too boring. If I could go out during the day, how good would that be?"

His Master forced a smile, "Shuhua, give me some more time, I will definitely make you come back." The woman caressed her Master's face affectionately and said, "Senior Brother, you're old, your hair is all white now." His Master said, "Yes, it has been so many years. How could it not be old?" The woman's tone suddenly became cold, "You said many years ago that you wanted me to come back to the world, but what did you do? You didn't do anything and I can only come out at night. Do you know how depressed I am? Do you know how sad I am by myself?"

As she said this, the smile on the woman's face disappeared, replaced by endless indifference. "Senior brother, you said that you would treat me well for the rest of your life, that you would protect me forever, and I believe you. But just like that, I'm very disappointed in you, so let me go back." Hearing her words, her Master panicked and anxiously said, "Shuhua, listen to me, I don't want you to suffer like this either, but …" Senior Brother really can't do anything about it, Senior Brother will try anything, and Shuhua, I would rather be the one who suffers, because if it could be exchanged, I really hope that the one who is suffering is me. "

"I know you have a way, but you don't want it. You don't want to risk it for me, you're scared, you say you love me, but you don't care about me at all." The woman's tone was flat, but every word was as sharp as a knife. Her master revealed an extremely pained expression. "Shuhua, I really can't do it. Is it so bad that you want me to harm people for you? Weren't you like this before?"

Looking at my Master's expression, I also felt very uncomfortable. "Martial Aunt, what do you want me to do? I might be able to help you." His Master suddenly said sternly, "Shut up, it has nothing to do with you." The woman looked at me. "Good Martial Nephew, you must not learn from your master how cold and cruel he is. You also don't want to see your Martial Aunt so depressed, right?" Looking at my Master's angry expression, I didn't dare to say anything. My Master said, "Shuhua, we can't involve ourselves with anyone else."

Martial Aunt said: "You won't help me, and you don't want others to help me either. What are you trying to do?" His Master said, "Shuhua, when have I ever lied to you? I will definitely let you return safely." Look at how long I can wait for you. When you're old, what will I do? Tell me, what will I do? Do you want me to be a ghost? "

I could see that my Master seemed to have a kind of love for my Martial Aunt. What relationship did the two of them have, in the end, seem more like a lover than a father and daughter, with deep feelings for each other, and my Master told me to stay away from women, but he was already so immersed in it that he could not extricate himself from it. Sigh, looking at my Master's gloomy expression that seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, I suddenly felt my heart ache for him.

I know that you have a quiet personality and you don't want to argue with anyone, except for me. I know you're good to me, I don't care about you, I've been looking for a way to save you all these years, and sooner or later, I'll make you stand in front of everyone. I'll make you look like the old you, remember when I took you to the foot of the Li Mountain to gather flowers, we'll definitely go back.

Martial Aunt wiped the tears from the corner of her Master's eyes and said with a smile: "I believe you." His Master took a few deep breaths, smiled, and said with a trembling voice, "Shuhua, you must be tired." Master carefully folded the yellow paper and wrapped it with a handkerchief. He looked at the handkerchief in his hand, his gaze deep and gentle, as if it were the most precious thing he had in his hand.

I whispered, "Master, about that, it's time to sleep." Master nodded, but didn't even look at me and didn't move. Seeing Master like this, I knew that he was immersed in his own world and didn't want to come out.

"Go to bed." After half a day, my Master finally said something. I said, "Master, you should also go to bed early. Staying up all night consumes most of your concentration." Master nodded. I turned around and went upstairs.

Master said that he had been searching for her for many years, and wanted to save her back to the human world. If that's the case, then Martial Aunt is already dead, but as far as I know, the soul of a dead person can't be completely attached to a dead body, otherwise, the tables and chairs around us would be surrounded by ghosts, wouldn't it be a mess?

He knows a kind of evil art called Huang Qi's men, which can turn paper horses into living creatures. Usually, he makes paper horses out of paper, and with a puff of air, the paper horses immediately jump up and down, he mounts the wine and goes off, and everyone who knows him is amazed, he usually lives alone, but his neighbors sometimes hear him singing and dancing in the middle of the night, only then do they realize that there are many beauties in his house who accompany him to drink and play, they wonder where this poor person came from, they even cut him off so many times, leaving him bored.

Moreover, he would only turn paper horses into living animals, and even if he made other animals out of paper, they wouldn't be able to live. His friends started to look for him often, but when he was drinking in his house, they told him to turn paper men into beautiful women to accompany them, but evil arts, or even forbidden arts, most of them would harm himself, and Huang Qi, accompanied by these paper men, gradually became unwilling to interact with ordinary people. He would often lock himself up at home, surrounded by beautiful women.