Fufeng and Lushu screamed, circled around Cui Wang's body, and retreated through the air like arrows.
Thousands of swords and crows fell behind them. When they came, they were turbulent, and when they retreated, they were silent, and the world was restored to clarity. Only the crowd who were still immersed in this scene and could not speak.
"Sacrificial wine!"
A white-robed swordsman was walking up the sword platform, holding a plate on his forehead with both hands, a jug of sake and a porcelain cup on the plate. But seeing Cui Wang reaching out to take the porcelain cup, his slender jade-like fingers picked up the porcelain cup, filled it with sake, bowed down and bowed to the east, his white robe rippled slightly.
A salute.
"Respect Yu Qing Yuanshi Tianzun!"
Two thanks.
"Respectfully, Qinglingbao Tianzun!"
Three thanks.
"Respect Taiqing Daode Tianzun!"
The clear wine was sprinkled into the Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish, and the Yin-Yang fish flicked their tails, and they both jumped up, absorbing the wine until there was no drop left—this meant that Daoist Sanqing took the wine.
"Crown!"
Crown
Is that what she thought
Zheng Wan was taken aback for a moment, and when she raised her head again, she realized that Cui Wang had lifted his robe and sat down. The white robe was scattered on the yin and yang fish. He was facing the crowd, his eyes were slightly drooping, and there was nothing superfluous on his face carved from ice jade. There was no expression on his face, as if he didn't care about this grand event for him, let alone the bustling crowd in front of him, everything was just passing smoke to him.
The sword servant disciple brought the tray.
On the tray, there is a comb and a jade crown.
Daoist Tianhe stood up from the seat in the middle. He is not the highest among the eight Sanqing chairs today, but he ranks first alone.
He took the jade comb from the tray and walked behind Cui Wang.
Cui Wang's black hair was drooping and almost fell to the ground. Taoist Tianhe combed it twice with the jade comb, then raised his hand and neatly tied it into a bun, and put the jade crown on it quickly and accurately.
On the jade crown, six small golden swords are connected head to tail like snakes, shining brightly in the sun.
"Li Wei, at the twelfth year I entered the gate of the ruins, and at the twenty-third I learned the wondrous dharma. I am very fortunate to be a teacher, but I am also apprehensive. There is no supreme way, and you can walk freely. If you live in slavery and your heart is in a cage, your body will not be free. , the heart is not free... "
"... The heart is like glass, it is comfortable and clear, and it is also free and pure."
Light golden sunlight poured down from the top of his head, enveloping the white-robed sword cultivator who was sitting cross-legged, even his cold eyebrows were embellished with a touch of softness.
Cui Wang bowed deeply:
"Thank you, Master."
"Licheng!"
The master of ceremonies sings.
"Young people are terrifying."
After a long time, Taoist Chang Wu suddenly sighed under the sword platform.
At this time, Cui Wang sat down cross-legged again. After the Venerable's ceremony, there will be another Dao discussion meeting, which will last until night. This Dao Discussion Conference was presided over by the newly promoted monk of the Miaodharma Realm, following the earlier tradition of "sitting and discussing Dao"—
However, in Zheng Wan's view, this so-called "discussion" is just a time for various schools and factions to brag about each other.
For example, Daoist Chang Wu said that she recently created a new "Ji Miao method", which can penetrate mountains and crack rocks, which is very powerful.
For example, Taoist Dunwu said that he just got a method, and he will practice it in the future, and then he will compete with you.
Another example is that her master said that he went to the Duer bridge a few days ago and got the legendary "Xianyin tea", so how...
But Zheng Wan knew that her master was so lazy that she hadn't been out at all in recent years.
If the cowhide is blown too much, and if they are not convinced by each other, it is inevitable that a rift will arise.
Daojuns have their own tempers, they are very casual, and they will start fighting if they disagree with each other, but when they reach the level of Daojun, fighting will be overwhelming, and they will go to other sects to fight, it is not friendship, it is enmity—
Therefore, this dissatisfaction requires the disciples to contribute.
Zheng Wan stood behind the master and watched several fights in a row. These Taoist lords brought all their own disciples, and each of them had real chapters, and the fights were also very exciting.
But she never imagined that she, a cultivator in the Jade Realm, would sometimes rush ducks to the shelves.
"Xue Lian from the Guixu Gate invites real person Jinhuan from the Yuqing Gate to fight!"
A white-robed female swordsman stood up, with big eyes, a pointed chin, and a slightly raised nose. She was pretty and lively, and she knew the early stages of Weijing.
The eyes of the female Jianxiu also cast a vigorous glance at Cui Wang who was in the middle of the high platform—
No need to think about it, you all know why.
What a disaster.
Thinking of this, Zheng Wan couldn't help but glared at Cui, who knew that he was also looking at her, his brows were a bit distracted, but when she stared at her, his long eyelashes trembled, and they drooped straight down.
Like the drooping wings of a butterfly.
"Jinhuan Daoist should not fight, could it be that he is afraid?"
Xue Lian raised her brows upside down, looking into Zheng Wan's eyes, quite aggressive.
"Nonsense, get down quickly." Cui Wang frowned, and his eyebrows were twisted into sharp knives, "When did I come out of the Guixu Sect with this rule of bullying the small?"
After all, he didn't show any sympathy, and with a flick of his sleeve, he wanted to push this person out of the square, but Zheng Wan stopped him:
"Wait a minute."
She said: "Principal Xue Lian, I can do it, but I have to give it a little bit of credit."
"What lottery?"
"How about using the hairpin on Zhenjun's head?"
Zheng Wan smiled and took off the tassel hairpin from her hair bun, which was the one given by Cui Wang, and she threw it into the tray carried by the waiter indifferently, "If Zhenjun loses, Zhenjun's hairpin will go It belongs to me, if I lose, my hairpin belongs to Zhenjun."
That Xue Lian's whole body, except for the natal sword, was only worth a little money for the hairpin.
"Yes, please."
Xue Lian performed a sword-raising posture, but before she could move, a light and shadow appeared in front of her, and the young female cultivator who was only five or six feet away was already standing behind her, and a streak of ice lotus spattered in her throat.
She didn't even have time to raise the shield.
"you lose."
Zheng Wan said with a smile.
In an instant, the winner was determined.
Daoist Zixiu clapped his hands and laughed loudly:
"Good! Excellent!"
Xue Lian blushed blushing:
"You, you cheat! You cheat!"
Zheng Wan smiled and asked her:
"Before Zhenjun fights with someone, does he want the other party to greet you? I'm here to teach Zhenjun to be good, and he never tires of cheating."
"You—I'm not convinced!"
"Xue Lian, come down."
A voice came from the crowd, and an old white-robed monk came slowly. He nodded to Zheng Wan, and then said to the white-robed female monk: "Even if you do it again, the result will be the same. Fighting is more important." Machine change, you have no other machine change, and you don't have overwhelming strength, how can you win?"
"Can-"
"Nothing but, go down!"
Xue Lian bit her lip, stomped her feet, and went down angrily.
"Old man Mingguang."
Daoist Mingguang nodded to the Daoist present, and walked away slowly.
Zheng Wan took the hairpin, and when she returned to the master, she noticed that more eyes were looking at her.
Low-level disciples may think that she took advantage of others' unnoticed loopholes, but high-level monks will never think so, not to mention the elusive flash—
Such small supernatural powers are almost unsolvable among low-level disciples.
Even the grasp of this timing is very precise.
If the opponent happens to swing out the long sword, and before it is recovered, the weapon can be driven to the opponent's throat, one step earlier, one step later, the result will be different.
"Yumei, you are awesome!" Shu Jin quietly ran to her side at some point, "That Xue Lian is very annoying!"
"You know her?"
Shu Jin said with a smile:
"I know you, Zhenjun Mingguang's little granddaughter, she is the famous Liwei Sect of Guixu Sect."
"Li Wei Pai?"
"En? The beauty doesn't know? There are two factions in the Guixu Sect. One group loves the True Monarch Yuqing and is called the Yuqing Sect; the other group loves the Taoist Liwei and is called the Liwei Sect. But those who love the True Monarch Yuqing only love Li A fraction of Mr. Weidao."
"However, this Zhenjun Xue Lian has always been unpopular with others, and he was in a daze. After Zhenjun Qianshuang appeared, he didn't come out very often."
"… oh."
Zheng Wan felt that this wasn't a random disaster for her, at least she took advantage of it.
The two of them whispered to each other, and in the eyes of others, it was the very close couple.
Shu Yan laughed, thinking that this female cultivator could probably control her monkey-like son, so she put aside her previous suspicions immediately:
"Zixiu, why don't we...be an in-law? I think you are a very good disciple, very good."
Taoist Zixiu did not lift his eyelids:
"I am not the master of my disciples."
He recruited Zheng Wan:
"Teacher, look, what's the idea?"
Just now Zheng Wan and Shu Jin talked about eating together, she was so excited that she didn't pay attention:
"ah?"
"Scholar Ya Daojun of Haoranzong came here to propose a marriage for his family, do you agree or not?"
Zheng Wan found it strange that Yuqingmen, such a family style, actually proposed marriage. However, I still took a serious look at Shujin, his face was so handsome and beautiful, just standing was like a painting.
She has a lively personality, loves food and love, and can play with her.
Unfortunately…
Love Gu is not solved.
She thought regretfully:
"I only marry my husband and attendant, I'm afraid it's not in line with Daojun's thinking."
Shuya Daojun's face turned dark all of a sudden, and he was about to call his silly son over, but the silly son said cheerfully:
"Be a servant for Yumei, and I will do it too!"
"Bang—" there was a loud noise from the sword platform, and everyone looked up, but they saw Li Wei Taoist who had not said a word just now, with a handsome face, and said expressionlessly:
"The railing is broken."
But the sword platform is empty, where are the railings
On the square under the sword platform, however, there was a piece of white marble missing, as if it had been accidentally smashed.
Everyone looked at each other, only Daoist Tianhe on the Sanqing chair sighed slightly: "I'm kidding, this railing has just been installed, I didn't expect it, the quality is so poor, it fell and smashed the square."