"Daojun, that senior painter, does he have a scar the size of a grain of rice on his forehead?"
"scar?"
Daojun Niqing was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zheng Wan with strange eyes, "Not yet."
He said, and asked again:
"Could it be that the little real person has a relationship with the beauty in this painting?"
People grow old.
After Zheng Wan just said a word, he was already keenly aware of the strangeness: although things were far from what he thought.
"It's like an old friend of mine."
Grandma Ember's anomaly is too obvious.
If Zheng Wan can't guess at this time, she is too stupid.
Now there are only two possibilities, one is that the person in the painting is someone my mother-in-law knows well, and even the person who painted the painting has some entanglements with her, otherwise she would not have lost her composure.
The second type is that the mother-in-law is the person in the painting.
But as soon as this idea came up, Zheng Wan subconsciously rejected it.
The beauty in the painting has a temperament like spring water, gentle and amiable.
But the mother-in-law is the cold and sharp steel knife that came out of the poor mountains and rivers. It is both hard and sharp. There is really too much difference between the two.
"No? It's not?!"
Granny Jin laughed suddenly, her voice was so thick that she cut her ears, "That's right, after thousands of years, even the sea has turned into mulberry fields... It's ridiculous that I have delusions again..."
She almost burst out laughing.
Zheng Wan secretly sighed in her heart, since she first met in the canyon, she guessed that Grandma Jin had something sad, and now it seems that she is indeed sad.
However, she didn't bother to get to the bottom of other people's wounds.
"Old friend?"
Zheng Wan smiled shyly:
"I'm sorry, I thought I was wrong."
Cui Wang glanced at her.
"Since it's a mistake, let it be."
Daoist Niqing waved his hand, shut his mouth knowingly, and before closing his mouth, he emphasized, "My senior's forehead and heart are indeed unscarred, it is absolutely true."
Zheng Wan could feel that Grandma Jin exhaled a very long breath in her dantian.
That breath was sour, full of melancholy, and even anger, which made her eyes sour.
"Mother-in-law?"
she asked worriedly.
However, Granny Ember sank into the Soul Cultivation Tree again and stopped talking to people.
Only then did Zheng Wan refocus on the picture of beauties on the crystal wall.
A beauty is not uncommon, but all the beauties recorded over thousands of years were painted together and hung on the wall, the oncoming impact—
Incomparable to almost anything.
This is the power of beauty, so majestic that it makes people marvel and linger.
At this time, Zheng Wan couldn't care less about the fact that she was more beautiful than the people on the wall, or she was more beautiful. She glanced at the pictures of beauties, but when her eyes accidentally touched a certain place, she suddenly stopped. Living.
Under the situation where everyone was obsessed, only Cui Wang remained silent.
He stood quietly in the middle of the hall, his colorful robes rippled slightly, his cold eyes gliding past those smiling beauties as if they were insignificant.
The Wuwang Buddhist sect who pays attention to the twelve precepts and likes pure cultivation has a saying that women are all pink and pink skulls, and they should be rejected, kept away, and separated—
But Zheng Wan clearly felt that it was Cui Wang who really didn't pay attention to female sex.
He doesn't regard them as scourges, everything is just ordinary, no matter how beautiful or ugly, they are just dust to him: there is no need to even dust them off.
The Cui Wang at this time is different from the Cui Wang who told her "heartfelt" in the dark alley of Fengwu City, and even the Cui Wang who tried to "bribe" her with benefits just now to reconcile.
He is too light.
It doesn't look like a living person, but it looks like a heartless god and Buddha of the Nine Heavens.
Maybe Zheng Wan watched it for too long, but Cui Wang suddenly looked over.
As soon as his dark eyes touched her, a gleam of light appeared in his empty eyes, and this light quickly lit up his face—
It was like a beauty in an ink painting suddenly came alive.
The beauty actually raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but the curvature was only a little. If Zheng Wan hadn't been looking at her, she probably wouldn't have noticed.
Cui hope he is happy
What is there to be happy about
Zheng Wan looked away abruptly.
Cui Wang was taken aback for a moment, and the arc of the corner of his mouth began to straighten again.
"Old ancestor."
"kindness?"
"She used to say that I look good when I smile."
"So?" The ancestor understood, "Did you laugh just now?"
Cui Wang didn't answer, and the old ancestor burst into "hahaha" joy:
"Little grandson, please smile more clearly next time. Hey, did you see that guy named Shu Jin? Only women like him when he smiles like him."
Shu Jin was opening his mouth happily, laughing so hard that he could see his teeth but not his eyes.
Cui Wang: "..."
"Disgraceful."
He turned his head coldly.
An hour later, Taoist Suiqing spoke out to chase them away, and the crowd reluctantly filed out of the Luo room. Zheng Wan stood at the end and followed the team to go out. Before stepping out of the gate, she couldn't help but glance back.
The beauties on the wall stared straight at her with black eyes.
Zheng Wan's arm immediately became densely packed with bumps.
The speed of stepping out immediately accelerated.
Daojun Niqing was a little empty, and the heavy door of the Luo room closed with a "squeak".
Walking into the main hall, the other black iron envoys had disappeared, and there was only a chubby and short monk standing in the hall. Zheng Wan remembered that he was Bi Luo from Danxinmen.
Bi Luo arched his hands towards them, turned to Cui Wang and said:
"Secretary, the soldiers all found their own rooms to rest."
It is now three quarters of Xu o'clock, and it is indeed not early.
Cui Wang let out a "huh":
"You go too."
"It's gone, it's gone, it's all gone."
Daojun Niqing yawned pretentiously, walked out lazily, and before leaving, he asked Cui Wang and Zheng Wan if they wanted to be with him.
"No need."
"No need."
The two said in unison, the words fell, they looked at each other, and then turned their eyes away.
The indulgent Taoist laughed and left.
After the master left, Zheng Wan took a look at the room with the engraved twigs of golden eucalyptus at the door, and pointed:
"I will live there."
After walking to the door, the door to the left neighbor was opened, Cui Wang's beautiful robes swept across the threshold, and before entering, he nodded reservedly to her: "See you tomorrow."
After the words fell, the person had disappeared at the door.
And Shu Jin from the right neighbor waved at her:
"Beauty, see you later."
Zheng Wan smiled:
"See you."
Then opened the door.
The room has inherited the style of the Hall of Beauty. The first thing you see is a white jade couch, a book table, and a dressing table. The entire wall is paved with white walls, carved with golden tulip patterns that match the gate, and four moonstones are inlaid on the corners. .
"It seems that this indulgent Daoist is very wealthy."
"What do you think?" Granny Jin is haunted, "Don't look at that man's skin is young and handsome, but his bone age is actually 7,800 years old. After saving for so many years, he naturally has some wealth."
Zheng Wan was surprised:
"A phaseless monk's lifespan is capped at 8,000..."
"It's coming soon."
Zheng Wan didn't look at it too much, she still understood the etiquette of being a guest.
Cross-legged on the couch, she hasn't looked at it carefully since she broke through the realm of micro-knowledge, her soul consciousness sinks in, and the ice-blue beads held by the two small fishes in her dantian float quietly, "This is the Dao bead." ?”
"yes."
Granny Jin's voice was hoarse, "The Dao bead is compatible with the Dao seed, your Dao bead... is strange, I have never seen it before, Granny."
"But the color is pure and clean, and the bead shape is smooth and round, which is of the upper and upper grades."
Zheng Wan still knows these common senses. For example, the purity of Dao beads represents the attachment and understanding of Dao, and transparency is the best; the shape of Dao beads represents one's potential.
Therefore, those dao beads that are turbid, dull, uneven, and low-grade will stop at the realm of knowledge throughout their lives. As for Zhongpin, it is better, but it can't go too far.
Only at the top level can it be possible to go to Wuxiang and return to the void. If there is smoke from the ancestral grave, it is not impossible to ascend, but the probability is small in the end.
As for the legendary fairy product—
That bead is as pure as glass, Zheng Wan has never heard of anyone having one.
"Cui Wang is an immortal Daozhu?"
she asked curiously.
"How does this old woman know? If one day you two have a good relationship, if he is willing to let you enter the soul sea, you can see for yourself."
God
She and Cui Wang
impossible.
Zheng Wan refused without thinking about it. There are not many people who know how to do it, even among Taoist couples. It is equivalent to leaving your own imprint in the soul consciousness of the other party.
"sleepy… "
Grandma Ember yawned, "Grandma, I'm going to sleep, you can play by yourself, it's strange, this soul nourishing wood stays for a long time, it makes people drowsy."
Zheng Wan couldn't practice.
The second half of "Mo Xu Jing" has not been found yet, she is currently practicing, and she can only practice the exercises of the Jade Realm, which is not suitable, but since she entered the Zhiwei Realm, she has vague feelings about the second half of the volume induction-
about to the east.
It is said that every time the Great Sun Immortal Sect appears, it is also in the east.
"Mo Xujing" can't be practiced, so I can only practice the illusion-making formula. Zheng Wan summoned Feng Long, and used the power of knowing the micro realm to sacrifice Feng Long again, and then led the moon to practice the illusion-making formula.
——
midnight.
Cui Wang suddenly opened his eyes, and the person had already appeared next door.
A night light is like a bean, illuminating the whole room charmingly and blurredly.
Zheng Wan then lay down on the white jade couch, curled up on her side, not even covered by a thin quilt, and just fell asleep like that.
When Cui Wang walked to the couch, he realized that she was not sleeping soundly, her brows were tightly frowned, her small mouth was flaring, her white jade-like face was bright red, and her forehead was densely covered with sweat, layer upon layer.
It seemed to be in a nightmare.
Cui Wang thought of the sudden palpitation just now, and he didn't know what this person encountered in the dream, which made him palpitate unbearably.
He stretched out his right hand and wiped her sweat with his cuff, this action did not wake her up, Cui Wang was about to stop, but Zheng Wan grabbed her, hugged her into her arms, and rubbed against her like a cat.
Cui Wang: "..."
Looking down, Zheng Wan still had her eyes closed, not awake, but her frowning brows were obviously relaxed.
"Zheng Wan?"
He called out in a low voice, trying to pull out his hand, but instead she hugged her even tighter.
"Don't move."
Zheng Wan said vaguely.
She slept peacefully holding his arm, and Cui Wang bent over like this, not daring to move.
The back of the hand still had the surprisingly soft touch just now, like a cluster of sparks falling on his body, a layer of fire was set off.
The clothes were messed up due to the sleeping position, and the lapels were loosened, revealing a section of light green pocket, white as snow and soft as cotton, a deep gully was squeezed out by lying on the side.
Cui Wang looked away in embarrassment.
While sealing off the ancestor's five senses, he recited the Qingxin Jue, but the temperature on the tips of his ears and cheeks did not dissipate for a long time.
Pure mind is useless.
Cui Wang thought discouraged.
Zheng Wan slept very deeply in the middle of the night, and when she woke up, her arms felt sore and numb, as if she had been holding a golden brick all night. It took Yuanli Yunxing for a week to relieve the numbness.
After he opened the door and went out, he saw a black iron commander knocking on Cui Wang's door in a panic:
"Da Siqing, something is wrong, Bi Luo is dead!"
... Biluo
The chubby little monk from yesterday
"Dead?" Cui Wang opened the door and came out. He changed into a purple robe today, and he was dressed in an unparalleled luxury. "Lead the way."
Bi Luo was lying on the couch in his own room, with a smile on his face when he died, no signs of fighting, no wounds on his body, and died soundlessly.
The doors and windows are locked from the inside.
Everything looks the same.
Looking inside the soul consciousness, there is no trace of injury, it seems to have died in a dream.
Cui Wang asked people to put away the corpse, the monk had long been indifferent to life and death, he said:
"My top priority is to find a breakthrough as soon as possible and spread the news."
"We will divide into four teams according to the southeast, north and west, and go out to investigate. Every time we go to a place, we need to make a record. Don't worry about walking and walking. Be careful when flying up."
In Hei Tilingshi, Da Siqing is equivalent to the leftist minister in the world, so he naturally listens to it.
Cui Wang distributed a piece of emerald jade to each of them, and told them that if he encountered danger that he could not handle, he would rush there immediately if he crushed the emerald jade, and the soldiers went out.
Nothing came of the day, and when it came back to report, all four teams were in the same trouble—
Moving forward, the dense fog reached a place that was about to become substantial, and the flying zombies appeared so much that they had to retreat.
Everyone went to the room to rest, but when they woke up the next day, another Black Iron Commander died.
This time, it was the True King of the Beast Control Sect.
As soon as he entered the door, his primordial beasts were lying in a mess, next to him intimately. When they died, they could even be said to be happy.
Even Yuan Beast's face had a smile on it.
The death method was exactly the same as that of Bi Luo, without internal injuries and wounds, it was like having a happy date with the god of death in a dream.
"ah!"
Qian Shuang hugged her head and cried out in fear, "This, this place is too scary, I want to go back, I want to go back, I don't want to die."
"Mr. Dao, let me sleep in your room at night, at night, okay? Don't use the bed, just, on the ground." Her small face was pale, as if frightened, "Don't sleep, just stand, sit Yes, yes."
Cui Wang raised his eyebrows to look at Zheng Wan, but only saw her tilting her head slightly, listening to Shu Jin seriously.
"No."
He said, "We are all in the hall tonight, no one is allowed to enter the room."
Last night, there was clearly no abnormality in his soul consciousness, but he died despite all his efforts.