Zheng Wan went to Zhuo Po Tang, only to find that the door was closed from the inside.
Inside, there was a constant sound of toasting and changing cups, and it sounded very lively.
"Master."
She knocked on the door of Zhuobutang, and after entering the door, she found that the master had returned.
There were a few more people in the Zhuopu Hall than yesterday, at first glance, most of them had a heavy aura and couldn't tell the depth, they were probably Taoist monarchs from various factions who came to attend the banquet.
And the master's eyebrows were the same, holding a wine cup in one hand, and resting his hand in front of his legs, drinking lazily.
Every move of hand, every shot of foot, is full of charm.
"The apprentice is here? Come, come, drink!"
Zixiu raised the wine bottle to Zheng Wan.
Everyone in the hall has long noticed that a beautiful woman is walking towards the door of Zhuo Po Hall.
I don't know why, I just met yesterday, but I see you today, but I have a different feeling.
Tianyu Liuguangyi didn't take away half of her brilliance, her skirt was like snow, her hair was like a waterfall, her skin was snowy and her face was beautiful, and her smile was shallow. It made one's heart swell and dazzled at a glance.
The lights in the hall are not blurred, but the heart in the chest seems to have drunk too much wine, dangling, dangling, unable to touch the ground for a long time.
Those old poems that I had read all came up in a mess:
Beauty is like a flower separated from the clouds.
Yun Xiang clothes, Hua Xiangrong.
Take a look at the city of Qingren, and then look at the country of Qingren. Ning doesn't know the beauty of the city and the country, and it's hard to get a beautiful woman again.
Daoist Chang Wu clapped his hands and laughed loudly:
"Zixiu, your disciple's "Mo Xu Jing" has been cultivated well! Breakthrough again? It's amazing!"
"Moxu Jing" is an important volume of the fairy scriptures, so it is naturally a bit extraordinary. Every time you break through a layer, the power of strange confusion will be more powerful, and those who are not firm in their will are still the same. , the attack is indiscriminate.
Everyone just woke up like a dream.
Mingyu couldn't help looking down at the unkempt self in the wine cup, wearing a toga and a star crown. She has suffered many setbacks, and she has been very open recently.
Indulging in such beauty and style is inevitable, in the final analysis Li Wei is only a young man in his twenties, in terms of the age of cultivation, he is still just an immature child, it is very understandable for an immature child to be fascinated by sex.
She can afford to wait.
On the other side, Qianshuang bit her lip, with all kinds of entanglements and complications in her heart.
Last night, Aye pretended to be crazy by drinking, which made her feel ashamed. Now, before Aye wakes up, she shamelessly enters Zhuo Po Tang, with a little hope in her heart that she can't even express, but now she sees, But a little ashamed.
Not to mention cultivation base, but within one night, that person has entered the micro-knowledge, even this beauty... is not as good as it.
Could it be that Li Wei Taoist Lord is like this...
Tempted
But Li Siyi immediately put aside the myriad of confusions, and pushed the obsessed sword disciple aside:
"Ah, is it...more demonic than yesterday?"
The disciple of sword servant nodded his head slowly, his eyes hesitated left and right, he seemed to be disturbed by the bright light and didn't know where to put it, he only said:
"Yes, it looks better."
Only Taoist Zixiu was not used to it, he was not even surprised by Zheng Wan's sudden promotion, and continued to drink wine lazily.
"My apprentice is extraordinary."
Chang Wu was choked by him, and immediately felt bored.
On the contrary, Zheng Wan walked to the side of the master and called "Master" again.
She smelled the strong smell of alcohol lingering around him, and she didn't know how much she drank to have such a strong smell of alcohol.
"sit."
Zheng Wan walked around behind the head of the master, she had sat in this position before, and it was still the same this time.
It was only when she sat down that she realized that a soft silk futon had been carefully placed there, a sapphire cup, a plate of luxuriant fruits, and a cup of red fragrance that she had tasted before.
But careful.
Zheng Wan thanked the Guixu disciple who was serving the wine behind him. The disciple was stunned and scratched the back of his head:
"Your Majesty is being polite, in fact..."
Before the words were finished, the door opened again, and Daoist Lu Yan rubbed his forehead and entered the door with annoyed expression on his face:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I lost everyone's interest yesterday! Please forgive me, please forgive me!"
"It's okay, some small things, come, drink!"
Taoist Tianhe covered up.
Zheng Wan noticed that Taoist Zixiu stared at Taoist Lu Yan and Zhenjun Qianshuang for a long time, so she couldn't help reminding:
"Master..."
Only then did Master Zixiu look away, drank a glass of wine first, then turned around and saw Zheng Wan's strange eyes, and smiled:
"Why, is it possible that the apprentice is fascinated by the teacher?"
Zheng Wan said with a smile:
"Look, disciple, Master is drinking too much."
"Drinking alone is naturally boring." Zixiu raised her voice and asked the first Daoist Tianhe, "Tianhe, you return to the market to set up wine, and you really just let me wait for drinking? It's very boring!"
"Yes, Tianhe! Let's have some sideshows!"
"Thinking of the grand ceremony of my lord back then, I invited everyone to watch a striptease!"
These old people don't fix it!
Especially the disrespectful one next door!
Taoist Tianhe wanted to roll his eyes and tell the other party that he was not that Yulouchun, but after reading it until today, it was rare for his disciple to be overjoyed, so he clapped his hands:
"Come on, come on 'Sword Weapon Huntao'!"
The sword is gone
Zheng Wan suddenly became interested.
In the mortal world, she once saw a book with the prince, which recorded that in ancient times, Gongsun's sword weapon Huntuo danced.
A group of returning white robes came in with swords in their hands. There were men and women, all of them with straight backs and wide-sleeved robes.
The joy of silk and bamboo gradually rises.
Zixiu took a chopstick and tapped the wine cup, saying:
"Teacher, you are lucky. The Guixumen's 'sword weapon is completely removed', but the entire Xuancang world is famous. It can be used to kill in arrays. Relying on this 'sword weapon' to kill the beast that breaks the door, the sword's intent pierces the sky, which is usually not seen at all."
After the words fell, the white robes danced with their swords in hand.
Fluttering like a crane, curling up like a cloud, yet chilling and lonely, bleak like the wind.
When the wind rises, it is violent, and when it falls, it is gentle. The white-robed sword cultivators lined up and sang. They all have good looks. Their long swords are full of vigor, and their white robes are waved like a piece of silk. , Baijianhe, there are thousands of armies that will never come and go, and there will be menacing men who knock on the pass. Its momentum is like a rainbow, unstoppable.
Zheng Wan thought: The Gongsun family might not be able to wield such a majestic and magnificent sword.
The last sword fell, and there was a dead silence in the main room.
In this silence, the gate of Zhuobutang opened again.
A person came in from the door.
The first thing that catches people's eyes is a pair of pure white soap boots, the color is like snow, not stained with dust.
Going up, it is a colorful robe, with a pure white background, which is largely dyed with green grass and yellow flowers. The colors are layered and dyed, almost filling most of the robe, and reaching the waist, with pure white The belt is tied, and it is also pure white, except for half a piece of flowers and plants embroidered on the cuffs.
further up—
But it was a face that could not be painted by any paintbrush in the world, with thick hair like ink, a face made of icy jade, and a pair of lacquered eyes.
The white-robed disciples who had occupied all the sight and wonder just now faded into this bright background, and no one paid any attention.
And such a colorful color, which is often too frivolous for ordinary people, suppresses the aloofness in this person's eyebrows and becomes a foil for himself.
Cui Wang stepped in.
Qian Shuang clutched her heart, feeling that her heart was bumping wildly like a deer, jumping up and down again: She had never seen such a Taoist Li Wei...
Both fresh and cold.
It is far away in the sky, but it seems to be close at hand.
Mingyu stood up in shock, she had never seen Li Wei go through it, even if it was next to it, most of them were black, such flowers...
She subconsciously looked at Zheng Wan, but saw that this man was smiling and turning his head to talk to Master, as if he didn't pay attention to Li Wei at all.
Mingyu didn't know why she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
"See Daojun!"
The white-robed disciples saluted in unison, and the sound shook the sky.
They looked at Cui Wang with sparkling eyes, and Cui Wang let out a "huh":
"Back off."
The white-robed disciples filed back, and Cui Wang then moved forward.
Daoist Tianhe looked at the little apprentice with a surprised expression. He was dressed so flamboyantly, and in his right hand... he also held the Hongyu Liuguang sword in his hand.
Li Wei held it in his hand.
Tianhe's heart skipped a beat, and he became more and more suspicious.
This appearance seems to have changed the core, could it be... Was it taken away by someone
He raised his hand with a sword, and the white light turned into a shooting star, and when it reached Cui Wang's body, the sword's light suddenly exploded, covering his whole body, and the sky crane exploded:
"Where is the sacredness, how dare you do evil to my apprentice!"
Cui Wang raised his hand and flicked lightly, instead of using the Hongyu Flowing Light Sword to confront the enemy, he sent out a sword intent instead, forcing the opponent's sword energy back:
"Master! It's me."
His voice was deep, with imperceptible annoyance.
Feeling the familiar sword intent, Tianhe withdrew the remaining sword energy: "Disciple, it's really you. You suddenly dressed like this, and the master didn't recognize it."
"..."
Zheng Wan just raised her head, and she realized that Cui Wang had already walked in front of her master, her footsteps paused, she took a step, and then paused again.
She didn't know what kind of medicine he sold in the gourd, Zixiu also raised her head and asked:
"Dao-jun, is something wrong?"
Cui Wang pursed his lips:
"nothing."
He lifted his foot and took another step, Hongyu Liuguangsword was lifted up by him, Zixiu said:
"The Taoist sword is very beautiful."
Zheng Wan just smiled and didn't speak.
Cui Wang looked down at her.
The two looked at each other, and Zheng Wan noticed that his eyes were a bit strange, and when a snow-colored shadow slid past his eyes, and looked at the familiar double knot, Zheng Wan suddenly understood.
She tentatively said:
"Daojun, this sword tassel is very beautiful?"
Cui Wang just walked a few steps quickly, and sat down in front of him.
The sword servant poured wine for him, he took a sip from the wine cup, and slapped the Hongyu Liuguang sword on the table, Tianhe looked at it: "Disciple, did you hit this sword spike?"
"It's kind of ugly."
Everyone in the hall just felt weird.
They seem to be living in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month for a while, and the spring is beautiful for a while, and now it is snowy and windy, so they are not used to it.
But that day Crane spoke again, don't blame him, it's because this disciple is too weird today.
He glanced at the white jade sword crown on his head, nine small swords, known as Feisheng, it stands to reason that the sword cultivator can bring whatever he likes, even if he brings twelve, no one cares, but this person is definitely not his kind A young apprentice who only loves swords all his life.
Especially this sword crown is much worse than the one he crowned for his apprentice.
"Teacher, you sword crown..."
" how?"
"Flying Crown, not bad, not bad."
Daoist Tianhe laughed, but he heard the young disciple's tone:
"Going out in a hurry, wearing the wrong one."
Although Cui Wang's voice wasn't too high, it wasn't too low either, everyone in the hall heard it, and Chang Wu laughed: "Tianhe, don't be too serious, it's just a little thing."
Zheng Wan also heard it.
At that time, she picked another Maofu fruit and stuffed it into her mouth. This fruit is really delicious, and it will form a warm current in her stomach. After a week, it will be a gentle and neutral force.
She bit the fruit, and casually looked at Cui Wang's head, until she saw the familiar shape of the sword crown, just a high-level profound weapon—not even an elemental weapon, but it was worn on the head of a Taoist monarch.
Looking into Shang Cui Wang's bright eyes, she subconsciously wanted to laugh, but stopped halfway through the laugh, and she remembered the phrase "reluctant".
This one sentence was enough to make her feel disheartened towards him.
A gentleman, he despises you, he is unwilling to love you, but at the same time he tells you that he loves you, this kind of love may be wanted by others, but she, Zheng Wan, will not.
Therefore, no matter what Cui Wang does at this time, she does not intend to have anything to do with him.
Zheng Wan continued to eat Maofu fruit happily, her cheeks bulging, but Cui Wang lowered her eyes.
Daoist Tianhe only felt cold all over his body, and he couldn't help rubbing his shoulders.
At this moment, a hearty laugh came, and the door of Zhuopu Hall opened again, and another person came in.
This man was dressed in a pink robe, with a jade face and vermilion lips, and he looked like a handsome young man, pointing to a folding fan in his hand. Compared with him, Li Siyi was just a poor fake.
"The Daoist Lord of Indulgence? Rare guest, rare guest."
Tianhe stood up.
Brother Fenpao stepped into the threshold, looked aside, and said:
"Zixiu, this is your little disciple? He is very talented."
This gentleman looked at Zheng Wan, his eyes sparkled.
There are tens of thousands of people in the world, and there are tens of thousands of paths, and the temperaments of Taoist monarchs are naturally different. The person who spoke was a well-known lustful Taoist in the Xuancang world, nicknamed "Drinking Love".
In his life, Daoist Suiqing is the best at chasing beauties, he has a palace of beauties in four seasons.
Flowers bloom in all seasons, the walls are like crystals, and there are pictures of beauties of various colors hanging on the walls. These beauties are in different ages, but they all have a variety of amorous feelings, and their appearances and bones are top-notch—
A beauty who can withstand the picky eyes of the doting Taoist Lord is a real beauty.
The Canglan News once wrote a special book about the beauties in the Hall of Beauty, and there was even a pamphlet that specially arranged a thousand-year-old beauties for this purpose.
Therefore, although Zhenjun Qianshuang has been hailed as the number one beauty in the Xuancang Realm in recent years because of his youthful beauty and wealth behind him, in fact, most of the monks who lived longer did not buy it.
It's just because there is no picture of the beauty of Zhenjun Qianshuang hanging in the Hall of Beauty.
But now, the eyes of Daojun Niqing are telling everyone:
He fell in love with a new beauty.
The last beauty he took a fancy to was two hundred years ago—
It's a pity that the confidante died more than a hundred years ago.
Zixiu poured herself a cup, waited for her to sit down, and then said:
"Long time no see."
"Zixiu, you haven't introduced your apprentice to me yet."
"Disciple, come, and pay respects to Lord Niqing."
Zixiu is not annoyed, his reputation in the Xuancang world is not bad, although he is greedy and lustful, he likes to chase after beauties, but he is not obscene, and he will not do forced things just because beauties refuse.
"I've seen Mr. Dao."
Zheng Wan got up and waved gracefully.
"Good, good, very good."
Niqing smiled softly, "I don't know if this little Zhenjun wants to meet with me in the beauty hall?"
If Daoist Suinqing invites someone to his beauty hall, he wants to make a painting for her. If the beauty is willing, it would be even better to spend "good times" with him in the hall.
Zheng Wan was about to speak, but the first person heard another "boom".
The flying dust scattered in all directions, revealing the expressionless face of Mr. Li Wei behind him. The first place was three steps higher than the other positions. At this time, a piece of white marble railing was broken on this step.
He said:
"The wind is too strong, I can't see clearly."
"However, if it is the Palace of Beauty, I would also like to meet."
Daojun Niqing looked at the beautiful face in the first place, and suddenly clapped his hands:
"Excellent! Daoist Li Wei is so good!"
Tianhe is in a hurry, the juniors don't know, but he knows that this indulgent Taoist, apart from picking faces, men and women are...not picky.
It's just that most of the time he thinks that the men in the world are filthy and not as pure as the women. Therefore, all the beauties in this palace are women. Li Wei's simple temperament...
Either he slashed the beauty hall with a sword, causing the doting Taoist to run back to the gate of the ruins to fight for his life.
Or be spoiled by this...
cough.
Tianhe put a serious face on the floor:
"If that's the case, I am willing to go."
Daojun Niqing looked at Tianhe's rough man's face with an expression of displeasure.
At this moment, a black jade talisman flew from far away in the sky, and it arrived suddenly. Cui Wang stretched out his hand and put it in his hand for a glance. When he raised his head again, he said:
"Master Dao, this palace of beauty, I have to go."
"The Black Iron Commander on your seat, all go."