Caramel is an extremely strange thing in Cui Wang's memory.
The only sweet food he has ever tasted, other than golden shredded naan, is the candied haws bought for him by his grandmother in the lamp market when he was six years old.
The candied haws were so sour, but it was already an incomparable delicacy in the heaven and earth in his memory, so much so that after that, he never ate the same delicious candied haws again.
At that time, what he ate most was a kind of corn mush.
Corn paste does not need to be chewed hard, and it is very good for the old man's teeth. He has lived with A Weng since he can remember, and naturally he also ate with A Weng.
There is also a kind of taro cake, which is sticky and tastes very bland.
Therefore, when Zheng Wan said that he was like a child begging for caramel, Cui Wang denied it.
He has never eaten caramel, so how could he ask for it.
Besides, Zheng Wan is not caramel.
She is Chiyan Manluo covered with thorns all over her body. She grew up in Gaoling and was born in Xueyuan.
Daoist Niqing led the three people with different thoughts behind him to walk out of the garden.
The Hall of Beauty is divided into the main hall and the east and west side halls. All the pavilions and pavilions are built of white jade. The furnishings are quaint and the flowers and plants are scattered. It is worthy of the legendary jade hall.
However, it does not occupy a large area.
at least-
It can't compare to Cui Wang's mansion at No. 1 Jingqi Street.
When Zheng Wan arrived at the main hall, she found that other people had arrived earlier. They were all standing at the entrance of the hall, looking out helplessly, and when they saw the four of them coming, they breathed a sigh of relief in unison:
"Dao-jun, you are here!"
Shu Jin was the first to rush out from the crowd, and rushed straight to Zheng Wan:
"Beauty, I didn't see you, I panicked!"
Cui Wang raised his sleeve to stop him, Shujin blinked:
"Mr. Dao, you—"
"It's a bit crowded here."
Cui Wang said expressionlessly.
Without waiting for Shujin to answer, he turned to everyone:
"Stay in Yuchengjing, and the rest of the Black Iron Commander and I will go outside the palace to find out what is true."
Shujin:
"..."
"You, you—" Shujin pointed at Cui Wang for a while, then suddenly put down his hand, "That's all."
When he put down his hand, he took off the jade pendant around his waist by the way.
It was only then that everyone realized that this well-known dandy of the Haoran Sect suddenly had a lot of vitality on his body, and his cultivation was gradually increasing.
Looking at the eyes of the jade pendant in Shujin's hand again, it became hot: even if it can only cover up the cultivation of the subtle realm, but this kind of magic weapon that can hide from the boundless list, its preciousness can be imagined.
According to how precious Shu Yudaojun is to his son, it is not unusual to get such a magic weapon.
Shu Jin flipped the jade pendant to the storage bag, and raised his chin haughtily:
"How? I can go now, too."
Cui Wang ignored his provocation and turned around straight away. His colorful robe brushed against the railing on the corridor. When he passed by Zheng Wan, he paused and said:
"Let's go."
A group of black iron commanders cheered again, and walked out along the corridor of the main hall.
Zheng Wan also followed the crowd out, using the ice concealment technique, and arrived at the main entrance of the Hall of Beauty in a short while.
The main entrance is high and wide, with eight gates made of white jade lined up. The Daoist Niqing stood still, and with a light tap of his fingertips, the two gates in the middle opened.
Thick black mist poured in from all directions, slammed into the protective cover of the Hall of Beauty with claws and teeth, and the place where the protective cover came into contact with the black mist made a continuous "sizzling" sound.
"Suddenly I want to eat barbecue."
Shu Jin said with a smile.
Cui Wangchao nodded in love:
"Please Daojun open a hole in the protective cover."
According to the Yanqing Daojun, he opened a hole in the protective cover.
Another white light sword energy, going like a shooting star, landed on the fog with a "bang"—
The land of His Majesty the Beauty shook.
The dense fog was split into a path.
Everyone inside the door was happy, but the mist that was split by the sword came quickly again, and even the new mist appeared more solid than the previous one.
Cui Wang withdrew the Hongyu Liu lightsaber, the snow-colored fringe on the hilt was shaken by the wind.
"Yuanli was indeed absorbed."
He said, "Forcibly breaking it will definitely not work."
"Hei Tie Commander stands by and stands by, I will return as soon as I go."
Cui Wang said he would go and return, and he did, and he came back from the thick fog in less than ten breaths.
There was no clue to that expressionless face, and Ni Qing couldn't help but ask:
"Can you see, what is the origin of this black mist?"
A rhombus-shaped stone popped out from Cui Wang's fingertips. The stone was in the shape of emerald jade, but the texture on the stone was like dense fish scales.
Zheng Wan recognized that this was a picture stone that was priced at one of ten high-grade primordial stones in the auction house, and this picture stone would be scrapped once it was used.
Looking at the picture stone spinning in mid-air, Zheng Wan couldn't help feeling sour in his heart.
Soon, the photo stone gave a soft "boo"—
Broken.
A boundless black mist suddenly rose in midair, and in the black mist, countless...
Zheng Wan's eyes widened in surprise.
What she saw before her eyes, she didn't know if it could be classified as a human being.
The clothes are still well worn, but those faces are deeply sunken, skinny and skeleton-like, and in the sunken eye sockets, the eyeballs are scarlet, and the hands are still stretched out in front of them, and the feet are bouncing and bouncing. A living creature appeared next to it, and it frantically pounced on it and gnawed it.
In the mist, it seems that there are all such people.
Zheng Wan suddenly remembered the monster recorded in the book of mortal monsters. The name of the monster was "Zombie".
In this way, it looks very similar.
"Molan City is now an empty city."
Cui Wang flicked his sleeves, and a "Zombie" whose whole body was tightly bound by Yuanli rope was thrown out by him with the technique of the universe in his sleeve.
As soon as this "stiff" landed, he wanted to jump excitedly, but he was tied up by the rope and could only jump on the spot.
It made a "ho ho ho" sound from its throat, its eyes were scarlet, and its pupils narrowed into threads. Seeing so many living creatures seemed to make it very excited.
"This is… "
someone asked.
Su Qing's face became serious:
"stiff."
"It is said that the Yin Puppet School likes to use the corpses of dead people to practice Yin Puppet. Could this be..."
"No." Cui Wang shook his head, "The corpses refined by the Yin Puppet Sect are no different from ordinary people, this thing is not like it."
At this moment, the Beast Control Sect who had previously said that the smell of rotting corpses in the city was very strong suddenly exclaimed:
"Brother Rongshi?!"
I didn't recognize it until I tried my best, until I saw a section of bright red red bead thread between the "stiff" wrist.
The whole body of this zombie is dusty and dirty, but the red bead thread on the wrist is as bright as new.
Senior brother Rongshi usually cherishes this red bead thread very much. He once said that this thing was strung by his beloved, and in a few years, he will propose to that person.
"The last batch of Black Iron Commanders who came in to explore the way are all gone."
Cui Wang handed the Yuanli Rope to Julli, "You decide how to deal with it."
When he said this, his expression was the same as usual, and he didn't seem to be sad for these black iron soldiers who died.
He took the rope with all his strength and lowered his head:
"yes."
At this time, in front of the main hall, there was only the strange sound from the "stiff" throat, and everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke.
They are both Black Iron Commanders, the road is boundless, and anyone may have the possibility of burying their bones in the wilderness. They have accepted it long ago, but no one thought that they would become such an insane monster.
Zheng Wan looked at the thick fog, and there was no telling how many monsters like this were hiding in the thick fog.
"Ordinary people become stiff, in order to go stiff, the attack power is not great, just need to avoid their clumsy bites; but once the monks become stiff, it is extremely difficult to deal with. The monks who entered the original state and kept the middle state are transformed. Running zombies, running and jumping faster. But further up, these zombies will use some of the monks' spells in life. The perfect state is flying zombies. Not possessing sanity, called 'reckless'."
Daoist Suiqing sighed, "But if you don't have the rigidity transformed by the delusional state, you will have a certain level of wisdom, which is called 'knowledge'; the perfect state, it is 'wisdom rigid', and going up... the records are no longer testable. The only one What is certain is that if there is a stiffness caused by the Wonderful Law Realm in this mist, we will either be trapped to death inside this temple, or we will die in battle outside this temple."
"Don't Daojun and I wait for the chief minister to be in the realm of the wonderful law? They can't beat him?"
"Cultivators are flesh and blood, and they will get tired after a long time. How can they compare with these immortal monsters?" -
Indulging in love is a matter of course.
"Do you know, Daoist, how did these stiffs come from?"
"It has been said that rigidity is the punishment of God."
The indulgent Taoist said, "Among us, there must be someone who has sinned so badly that God wants to punish him."
Zheng Wan's heart skipped a beat when he said this.
In terms of this, whoever offended God the most is probably her.
"Dao Jun, don't tease them again."
Cui Wang suddenly said, "When Xuancang's history is empty, this thing appeared, and it swept across the entire Futu Kingdom. No one survived the Buddha. When it is recorded in history, the reason is unknown."
"However, I expect that the appearance of this stiffness must be related to the mist. It can consume Yuanli, and when Yuanli is exhausted, it will be infected by the mist and lose all sanity."
"Then senior brother can still be saved?"
"The soul lamp has been destroyed."
Powerless.
He tried his best to look at the red bead line of his senior brother, "If you have anything to do, please tell me, I... will definitely remove this fog."
Everyone can see that if the mist continues to absorb the energy and spread, it may repeat the tragedy of the Futu Kingdom.
"True Monarch Ming Yu, let's make a calculation."
Cui Wang said.
Mingyu walked out of the crowd, she looked at the thick black mist, and made a hexagram. The hexagram image had just been laid out, and her face was already like golden paper, and she spat out blood with a "poof".
"No, there are people who have died, I... can't figure it out."
Zheng Wan only felt that at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on her.
"What are you looking at, what are you looking at? It's obvious that she's not capable, so why blame the beauty?"
Shu Jin jumped out.
Zheng Wan noticed that this book Jin was very winsome.
Cui Wang looked at Mingyu, and saw Mingyu blushing for a while, and frightened for a while, thinking that she was just telling the truth, and it was difficult for her to calculate the natal chart with the participation of people who died, after all, Zheng Wan is now Knowing the micro-environment—
But Li Wei looked at herself like this, as if she was blaming her.
It doesn't make sense.
Only when Mingyu felt wronged, Cui Wang had already looked away:
"It's not early today, let's rest in the hall for one night, recharge your energy, and then worry about it tomorrow."
"As for the person who dies, he will stay with me, everyone, please rest assured."
Zheng Wan opened her mouth, and subconsciously swallowed the refusal on the tip of her tongue.
This place is dangerous, and it is safest to follow the man of destiny.
And she, Zheng Wan, is indeed a bad embryo who is extremely selfish.
Didn't have to wash at all.
She obviously didn't want to be with this person, but she still hid openly under the arm that this person opened for her.
Cui Wang raised his hand and took her to his side, and the two followed Daojun Niqing without saying a word.
The group of people returned to the main hall again, but this time, their spirits seemed to be taken away by someone, and they were listless.
"You pick and choose whatever you want," said Taoist Yanqing, closing his eyes, as if everyone else was crooked and cracked.
He pointed to a dusty black box room behind the main hall, "There."
There will naturally be some secrets among the monks that people don't want to know. Daoist Niqing is so reasonable today, which has already surprised everyone, so naturally he will not ask without interest.
But Li Siyi was very interested in the legendary Luo room full of paintings of beauties, he waved his fan:
"Dao-jun, would you like me to take a look at the Luo room and open my eyes?"
Daoist Suiqing is most satisfied with the pictures of beauties in his life, and he blew his beard when he heard it:
"No."
Zheng Wan watched Li Siyi and Yuqing Daojun go back and forth and argue with each other, thinking that the external affairs could not be resolved for a while, so why not go and see the legendary beauties and how far they are from themselves.
... This is probably caused by a little inexplicable self-esteem of the beauty.
Cui Wang stood up:
"Want to see?"
Zheng Wan nodded, she really wanted to.
Entering the Hall of Beauties, but not seeing the picture of the beauties, it's like going to the Xuancang Realm and not wanting to practice.
"Ah, Zixiu little apprentice wants to see it? I said it earlier," said Yiqing Daojun, "There is no place in my palace of beauties that is not open to beauties."
Cui Wang turned his head away, and swallowed the sentence "I will help you, we will be reconciled".
The Luo room is not in the main hall, but in the east side hall.
There is only one room in the entire east side hall, and it is the Luo Room, which is hung with countless pictures of beauties.
In the end, it was Zheng Wan, Cui Wang, Shu Jin, Li Siyi, and Qian Shuang who, relying on a single face, won the approval of the Suqing Taoist Lord and entered the Luo room to enjoy the painting.
The crystal walls are spread out on all four sides, and each wall is hung with life-size beauties. At first glance, Taoyao Liumei, Juqingmeiao, there are thousands of styles and styles, each of which is different.
"Sanqing Taoist bless!"
Li Siyi's eyes lit up, and he was so excited that he spoke incoherently, "Really, really...shocking."
Zheng Wan stepped forward and looked over one by one.
Niqing Daojun is good at painting beauties. He not only fully captures the charm of beauties, but also vividly expresses them through delicate brushstrokes.
The beauties in his works are not only beautiful, but also alive.
Zheng Wan looked at the dark eyes of the beauty in the painting, and felt that those eyes were also looking at her.
"Hey, this one..." Zheng Wan stopped in front of the south wall, "Daoist Niqing, isn't this painting made by you?"
Niqing Daojun paints beauties with fine brushwork and delicate brushstrokes. Looking at his paintings, it is like looking at the beauties themselves, lifelike.
But this painting uses freehand brushwork, and it is completed in one go. The charm is in the strokes, and the face of the beauty is like a cloud, which makes you vaguely understand, but also vaguely incomprehensible.
Daoist Suiqing looked at the wall with a look of melancholy:
"It's really not me. The painter is a senior of me. It's a pity that he has been driving west for a long time."
Zheng Wan looked suspiciously at the beauty in the picture, with just a few strokes, the charm has emerged, this charm...she seems to have seen it somewhere.
Granny Ember suddenly said:
"Ask him, the painter has a scar the size of a grain of rice on his forehead."
Zheng Wan noticed that Grandma Jin's voice was trembling.
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