"wait wait wait!"
At the gate of Zhuopu Hall, when a group of black iron soldiers were ready to go, Shu Jin rushed over.
He ran so fast that the scholar's scarf flew in a straight line in the air, his face was as gorgeous as peaches and plums, and when he was about to rush in front of Cui Wang, he stopped suddenly, panting:
"The Hall of Beauty, I, I will go too!"
Cui Wang frowned suddenly:
"No."
"Why not?"
Shu Jin took out a Black Iron Token from his pocket, "This real person is also a Black Iron Token."
On the black sign he took out, the word "Shu Jin" was impressively engraved, and the suffix was still Yingshou, one level higher than Zheng Wan.
Zheng Wan couldn't help but glanced at the crying bag.
Shujin returned her a sweet smile.
Cui Wang pursed his lips:
"Where did you get the news?"
"Don't blame the Taoist Lord, don't blame the Taoist Lord, the Lord of Haoshu City has an old relationship with this Lord, and it happened that this unscrupulous son heard the news, so..."
At this time, Shu Yudaojun came late, with a look of helplessness that "my son can't control it".
"If Aye won't let me go this time, I'll go secretly by myself!"
Shu Yu knows that his son is Niu Xin leftist, the more he is not allowed to do it, the more he wants to do it.
Rather than letting him sneak out alone without proper measure, it is better to go with other people. At least, this Taoist Li Wei is very reliable.
"Mr. Dao, look... children, they always want to go out and see the wind and waves."
Shu Yu still trusts Li Wei Taoist Lord very much.
Guixu Sect is a school of swordsmanship, most of them are willing to bend rather than bend, and there are very few people who practice deception.
As for Liwei Taoist, he practiced the ruthless way and practiced the ruthless sword. He was extremely principled in his conduct and actions. Even if his son was suspected of "competing for beauty" with him, Shu Yu didn't think that Liwei Taoist would avenge his personal revenge publicly.
"Hey, here comes another beauty. Shuyu, your son?"
Shu Yu blows his beard and stares:
"Yinqin, don't act recklessly!"
Ni Qing shook her fan and smiled badly: "Of course I won't mess around, but if your son wants to mess around... I won't stop it either."
"Join the team."
Cui Wang interrupted the conversation.
"okay!"
Shu Jin inserted himself into the middle of the line and stood beside Zheng Wan.
"Yumei, we meet again, do you miss me?"
Zheng Wan just smiled and said nothing.
She doesn't dislike this book, nor does she like it too much. If she had to define it, it would be a very easy-to-talk wine and meat friend, but this wine and meat friend did her a favor.
"Everyone is here, let's go."
Cui Wang flicked his sleeves and released a nuclear jujube boat the size of a thumb.
The nuclear jujube boat rose as soon as it hit the ground, and it didn't stop until it rose to about ten feet. The bow of the boat was engraved with the exclusive mark of the black iron commander, with the mask on the top and the knife and halberd on the bottom. Zheng Wan thought that this was the transfer of the twelve main cities to Da The mission vehicle assigned by the secretary.
The monks lined up.
Qianshuang and Luoyang from Taibai Gate; Mingyu and Wufeng from Beimian Gate; Li Siyi and Zhige from Guixu Gate; Biyun and Baidi from Tianzun Gate; Luo Zong's Huayin, Wangji...
Some are old acquaintances, some are new faces, mixed together, and boarded the nuclear jujube boat.
Ni Qing and the old friends below hand in hand, also lightly boarded the Zaozhou.
Zixiu, Tianhe, Shuyu and other Taoist monarchs stood under the boat and watched eagerly. They watched the Zaozhou being steered by Cui Wang, soaring into the sky, and directly passing through the Guixu Gate formation.
The flying boat flies in the clouds and mist.
Flying over many green hills, over many grasslands, all the way to the west.
Zheng Wan sat in the flying boat, and Shu Jin next to her was rarely quiet. He looked at her with his chin on his knees, without blinking his eyes.
She is used to being looked at by others, but she is not annoyed, she just guesses in her heart, this trip is so hasty, in order not to attract attention, she did not even go through the city teleportation formation, but Cui Wang, a Daoist of the Miaofa Realm, was required to drive the jujube boat hard ,in the end…
What went wrong
In Zheng Wan's memory, there is nothing about the Hall of Beauty.
What left an impression was the burnt note in the sachet, which read, Duer bridge rope, cold perishing place, Great Sun Immortal Sect...
As for the more specific details, I can't think of it at all.
"Hey, the little girl has joined Zhiwei?"
Just as he was thinking, a familiar rough voice sounded in his ear.
Zheng Wan is overjoyed:
"Grandma Ember, are you awake?"
After coming out of the land of black water, Grandma Jin closed herself in the Soul Cultivation Wood, and she couldn't scream no matter what, when she heard the sound, her distress just disappeared.
The soul consciousness sank inward, and the color of the soul-cultivating wood in the dantian faded a little.
Sitting upright on it was a little Taoist nun, wearing a dusty Taoist gown, her face was covered with clouds and mist that could not be seen clearly, but the aura on her body was familiar to Zheng Wan.
The mother-in-law's soul and body have been condensed a lot.
Zheng Wan felt at ease:
"Yeah, Wan Wan got into Zhiwei by accident."
"Stinky girl, if you want others to hear your words, I'm afraid you'd like to slap you to death." Grandma Jin sighed, "I thought it would take you ten or eight years to go from Yucheng Realm to Zhiwei Realm, but unexpectedly It took just over three years to break through. Although it has the effect of moistening the essence to open the acupuncture points, it is still amazing... "
"Speaking of it, this is better than your first sect master. Back then, it took her ten years from Yucheng to Zhiwei, at the age of thirty-eight."
Zhiweijing is eight hundred years old, thirty-eight is not as good as a child, but Zheng Wan is only twenty-one.
However, compared to Cui Wang who entered the Wonderful Law Realm at twenty-four, it was still a little bit worse.
"Is the mother-in-law better?"
"I can't die."
Zheng Wan: "..."
When I woke up this time, my mother-in-law's temper became more and more weird.
She decided to provoke her less.
"Beauty, why do you think so happily?"
Shu Jin pointed to Zheng Wan's eyes and made a lifting motion.
Zheng Wan was about to speak, but a colorful robe appeared in front of her, white as the background, yellow and green as leaves, when the wind blew, the robe was blown up, and it happened to be between her and Shujin.
Looking up along the hem of the robe, Cui Wang is looking down at her, his eyebrows are like ice and snow that will not melt for thousands of years.
"Dao... Jun?"
Zheng Wan said strangely.
Cui Wang walked over without listening.
The robe fluttered and scratched her cheek, Zheng Wan leaned back and avoided it.
Daoist Niqing glanced over, and the folding fan shook more briskly.
In the following journey, except for the occasional few birds without long eyes bumping into them, nothing changed. Cui Wang stayed in front of the Yuzhou boat and watched the stern of the boat indulgently, but within half a day, he approached the destination: Molan Town.
Molan Town was originally a city, but the number of descendants became less and less, so it was automatically reduced to a town, under the jurisdiction of Yunshui City, and on the other side, it was adjacent to the Land of Cold Fall.
The Palace of Beauty, where Daojun is in love, is located at the junction of Molan Town and the Land of Cold Falls. It is a small palace, and it is beautifully built.
But Hezaozhou didn't go to the Hall of Beauty, but stopped over Molan Town.
"This gentleman doesn't let Daojun leave first, that's why."
Cui Wang put his hands on his back, looked at Molan Town below, and said slowly.
Daojun Niqing, who was lazily sitting at the stern, stood up early:
"How could this be?"
Zheng Wan also stood up.
Where the soul consciousness passed, the whole town was shrouded in a dark mist, and nothing could be seen.
This reminded her of the fog that engulfed the entire village outside Haoshu City, but the color of the fog was not so dark, it was gray and could still let a ray of light through, and here—
But it seemed to be wrapped heavily in black cloth, airtight.
On the nuclear jujube boat, everyone looked dignified.
"Why is this black mist?"
Daojun Suiqing turned his Yuan power into his palm, trying to grab a trace of black mist to study.
Unexpectedly, the big palm just touched the black mist, and it made a "sizzling" sound, accompanied by a burst of black smoke. Yuanli Palm was exhausted in this instant.
"The power of rotten elements?"
Qianshuang let out a cry.
Zheng Wan also noticed that it was able to corrode the Yuanli Palm of a senior Taoist monarch in an instant, and the most important thing was - she seemed to feel that the black mist dissipated by the Yuanli Palm became thicker and darker.
If you guessed right, not only can you corrupt the yuan, but you can also use the yuan's power for your own use.
This is a little difficult.
Zheng Wan looked at Cui Wang, but he didn't look back:
"Be quiet."
At this moment, Ni Qing couldn't care less about the little beauty who just begged him to bring him on board:
"If Taoist Li Wei has any thoughts, you might as well mention them."
Cui Wang had no idea.
His kendo has always been about breaking through with one force.
Everyone saw that Taoist Leng Jun raised his foot and stepped out of the jujube boat. His colorful white robe was blown away by the wind. He stepped on the vast fog of Molan Town, and with a move with his right hand, he drew out the feather The streamer sword slashed down.
One sword intent turns into ten, ten turns into one hundred, one hundred turns into one thousand, one thousand turns into ten thousand, its power is like splitting mountains and cracking rocks.
"boom-"
"boom-"
"boom-"
The black mist remained motionless.
It was like a solid umbrella, covering Molan Town motionlessly.
On the contrary, the sword energy collided with the black mist "sizzling", and bursts of thick smoke came out. After a few breaths, it made people feel that the black mist was getting thicker, black and shiny.
Zheng Wan's guess was confirmed.
Cui Wang also closed his hand:
"It cannot be attacked from the outside."
"Half a day ago, a group of ten people from my Black Iron Commander went in. The whole army was wiped out, and no one survived."
When he said this, his face was still expressionless, and he couldn't see how painful it was.
The flying eyebrows of the indulgent Taoist quickly curled into crickets:
"So many dolls, are they all dead?"
"yes."
Cui Wang nodded, he paused for a while before saying, "If you can't attack from the outside, you can only break through from the inside..."
"Mr. Dao!"
The disciples of the Beast Control Sect raised their hands vigorously, "Just now when the Daoist Lords were casting spells, I could smell the smell of rotting corpses, it was very strong."
The disciples of the Beast Control Sect always have some strange abilities because of their relationship with their natal beasts. This Luli probably has a keen sense of smell.
Zheng Wan thought of the smell that she had faintly smelled from the tip of her nose just now.
"Very strong?"
"It's like the stench that has accumulated over the years after countless corpses have piled up together."
Cui Wang looked down at the town, and Ni Qing followed suit. After a long time, he sighed:
"Even the Black Iron Commander was wiped out. Those mortals are probably dead. I just don't know, what is this black mist and where did it come from?"
Some memory fragments began to float in Zheng Wan's mind, but these fragments were too fragmented to be pieced together.
Corpse, black mist...
Can't attack from outside...
Cui Wang, Mingyu, Qianshuang... Death...
Who is going to die
She rubbed her forehead, she really couldn't remember, so she stopped embarrassing herself, it was not Cui Wang anyway.
When Zheng Wan looked up, she noticed that Cui Wang glanced at her, then turned her head away:
"Daoist Suinqing, can you feel that your beauty hall is still there?"
Everyone in the Xuancang Realm knows that the Dao Lord loves the palace like life, and spent most of his family to build such a palace. It is rumored that the palace is beautiful, comparable to the fairy palace, and its defense ability is worse than that of the ancient Xuanwu. Then some.
"The Palace of Beauty is fine."
"Please allow me to enter the Hall of Beauty."
The beauty hall of Daoist Niqing is a sacrificial and refined treasure. Although it is not like taking it around with you in the cave, it is not difficult to send someone in.
In this way, it is an excellent way to use the Palace of Beauty as a position to find a way to break it from the inside and find out the reality of this place.
"No." Daoist Niqing looked at the crooked melons and jujubes in this boat, even if the standard was lowered, only five people were qualified. He refused with a stern face, "If you want to go to the Hall of Beauty, you and Zixiu are the only ones who can."
Everyone in the world knows that only beauties are allowed to enter the beauties in the Daojun's Palace of Beauties.
Everyone:
"..."
The west wind is blowing, the leaves are falling, it's really... cold.
"Really?"
The whole body is like falling into an ice cellar, and the indulgent Taoist looked down at the unsteady sword light in Liwei Taoist's palm, that cold and handsome face that is hard to find in the world, and the gloomy "My black iron commander is completely annihilated, No survivors," the voice suddenly softened:
"All right, all right, for the beauty's sake, all go, all go."
Cui Wang's face darkened.
But he didn't say anything, just took a step back, leaned over, raised his eyebrows with both hands, and saluted: "Thank you, Daojun."
Ni Qing also looked serious.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed it in front of him, tearing out a black crack in the air, and the wind was blowing from the inside of the crack, "I can't hold it for long, hurry up and get in."
A monk in the Wonderful Law Realm has the ability to tear apart space.
It's just that if the fixed point is not a familiar location, those with better luck can come back completely, and those with less luck will either be involved in the turbulent flow of space and die, or stray into the endless and disorderly nothingness, wandering forever.
The monks on the nuclear jujube boat stepped into the crack one by one, and Cui Wang stood beside the doting Taoist.
When Zheng Wan stepped into the crack, she suddenly looked back, she met Cui Wang's eyes, he looked at her without blinking, his eyes slightly furrowed, seeing that she was not moving, he flicked his sleeves forward , Zheng Wan only felt a soft force coming, and was pushed into the space crack.
"Mr. Dao, please."
When Daojun Niqing stepped into the crack, Cui Wangru a gust of wind pulled him and fell into the crack that was about to close.
This is Zheng Wan's first time entering the space crack.
The so-called crack is just a dark corridor. After not walking too far, it reached the entrance of the cave. There was a vast expanse of whiteness. The indulgent Taoist smiled:
"Beauty, just jump down and that's it."
"I danced well with Daojun."
Entering other people's spatial cracks is equivalent to handing over one's wealth and life to others. Cui Wang's behavior is normal, and he is not indulging Daojun.
He nodded:
"Okay then, little dolls go first."
Zheng Wan followed behind Li Siyi and stepped into the white light.
For a while, the world was spinning, and people were already standing in a flower garden.
The flower garden is full of different flowers, there are mandala, leaf tea, and bells and jingles, all kinds of flowers, and you can't see the end at a glance. When the wind blows, the waves of flowers start to rise and fall.
The tip of the nose was filled with the fragrance of flowers, Zheng Wan took a deep breath and said to herself:
This is the life of man.
Next to the flower garden, there was also a swing, a small round table, a few butterfly wooden chairs, and a few painting fans scattered on the table, but the owner was nowhere to be seen.
"gone."
Cui Wang passed by her, this was the first sentence he said to her today.
Zheng Wan didn't leave, but he stopped:
"Not leaving? Are you happy like this?"
Zheng Wan smiled and said: "It's joy."
When she is no longer busy and can take a breath for life, she must build such a flower garden for herself.
Cui Wang stopped, thought carefully for a while, and said:
"If I give you a flower garden, will you make up with me?"
"ah-"
There was a burst of exclamation from the side, Qianshuang stood up from the flower garden in embarrassment, and said at a loss: "I just wanted to bow my head to pick a flower, who knows, who knows..."
I heard.
How could she have thought that the man who had never smiled in front of her and was as cold as ice would actually ask for reconciliation in front of another woman
Qian Shuang originally thought that between Liwei Taoist Lord and Zheng Wan, the Taoist Lord should be in charge, and the Taoist Lord should divide—
But who knows, it's the other way around.
This made her faintly angry: How dare a person like Zheng Wan not be so rare for someone she loves like a treasure and is willing to sacrifice her life for. she, she...
"Let's go," Yanqing Daojun rushed in from the outside, "I transported too much at one time, and I lost it here and there. I didn't expect to lose everyone."
"Assemble in the hall."
Zheng Wan raised her heels to follow the Daoist Lord of Love, and when she was about to walk out of the garden, she said:
"Cui Wang, with your appearance, it looks like a child begging for caramel, not like you."
"I don't eat caramel."