In the trial hall, following Zheng Wan's choice, the buzzing started again.
No one expected that Zheng Wan would choose to go to Yuqingmen when the twelve sects were chosen at will.
Since the first generation of Yuqing Sect masters ascended to join the Dao, there has never been an amazingly talented person. They have always been at the bottom of the Seven Dao Sects, and the entire sect has practiced charm.
Low-level charm is either picking yin to replenish yang, or picking yang to replenish yin. Even though it is worse than the magic school of magic, it pays attention to moderation and does not exhaust the fish, but it is still a means of fishing for dogs. It's better to cultivate by yourself, even if your cultivation base rises quickly, your combat power will always be at the bottom.
Intermediate Charm—
The entire sect has persisted with the current Taoist Zixiu.
But there is also a difference in realm between Daojun and Daojun. Daojun Zixiu can only be in the state of no phase, while the other sect leaders present are already in the realm of emptiness. natural moat.
As for the high-level charm, the legendary Mo Xu Jing, which can create the sky with one method, was lost long after the first generation of sect masters ascended.
"Little baby, don't go just because the clothes of their sect look good," Daoist Jing Su shook his head, "I'm afraid I will delay the innate dao seed."
"Mr. Dao, I have made up my mind and I will not change it."
Zheng Wan rolled her eyes and refused.
Such a beautiful girl stood there with a smile, even if she refused, it was not annoying.
Seeing this, the other long sects stopped talking and looked at each other before disappearing without a trace.
Taoist Zixiu won the competition for the first time to snatch his disciples, and he felt happy. He became more and more satisfied with the newly recruited apprentices. He recruited the leading disciples and said directly:
"Qingshuang, take my junior sister to resettle."
Qingshuang is the eldest disciple of Taoist Lord Zixiu, with a dignified appearance, although his skin is darker, but he has an extraordinarily cheerful look. When he walked in front of Zheng Wan, he bowed:
"Junior Junior Sister, salute."
He handed Zheng Wan a sect number plate with the word "one" engraved on it, and the small characters of Yuqingmen on the upper right corner, and said: "When little junior sister enters my Yuqingmen, take the numberplate to Deacon Pavilion and change it to my school." The identity jade badge is enough."
"It's just that I still need to trouble my junior sister to wait for a while, and I can leave after the third test tomorrow."
Zheng Wan followed Qingshuang to the guest room belonging to Yuqingmen, and when she went out hungry at night and went to the lobby to order food, she bumped into Liu Yi who was also going out in the stairwell.
Liu Yi was dressed in red and had black hair, and her eyebrows and eyes were drawn with a black brush, so Zheng Wan couldn't help but look at her twice, who would have angered her.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"If you don't look at me, how do you know that I look at you?"
It was only then that Zheng Wan remembered that the old debt had not been settled. Although the injury suffered after the gate of the trial would disappear when she went out, in the end Liu Yi hurt her Aye Niang's heart, and she had the formula in hand:
"Look at your unusual dress today."
"What's the matter with you?"
Liu Yi said in a rough voice.
Zheng Wan's gaze turned around her, and finally landed on her bright red lips:
"Oh, I see, you're going to find Cui Wang."
Liu Yi's lips trembled, but she insisted:
"I adore Zhenjun, so naturally I want to find him."
"Oh? Your admiration is to kill him over and over again in the trial domain? It's really affectionate."
Zheng Wan's eyebrows were curved, and she felt that she was acting like a mallet for beating mandarin ducks. Looking at Liu Yi, her whole body trembled with anger, how energetic she was.
A familiar "Amitabha" came from the stairs, Zheng Wan raised her head, and saw Cui Wang and Fusheng Zhenjun coming hand in hand from top to bottom.
She immediately smiled sweetly and cutely:
"True Lord Liwei, True Lord Fusheng, what a coincidence."
"The little monk is also a coincidence."
True Monarch Fusheng is very interested in her now, especially the twelve chimes of the chimes seem to be still ringing in his ears, "This Monarch and Li Wei want to drink, will the little monk go?"
Zheng Wan glanced at Cui Wang, saw his brows were frosty, and didn't want to touch his brows, so she shook her head resentfully:
"No."
"Huh—" True Monarch Floating Life glanced at Liu Yi and stopped in his tracks when he passed by, "Little cultivator, are you the one who killed many Li Wei in the trial domain?"
Liu Yi's face turned red, and she looked at Cui Wang reluctantly:
"Yes, it is."
Cui Wang didn't move his eyebrows, he didn't seem to notice it, he just stood quietly and listened to Zhenjun Fusheng talking to others.
The ancestors in the sea of consciousness are constantly making noise.
"Miss Sister is obsessed with you, you are sad, aren't you?"
"You're still thinking, Liu Xiaoniu can kill you over and over again when she talks about affection; Miss Zheng talks about admiration, but she turns her head around and turns her head around and bewitches you. Do you really like it or fake it? You Sad again, isn't it?"
There were slight ripples in the quiet sea, and he looked up, only to see rows of wine jars arranged in an orderly manner on the counter in the inn.
I was a little thirsty.
"gone."
Zhenjun Fusheng clasped his hands together and bid farewell to Zheng Wanliuyi, but before he left, he saw the woman in red with teary eyes rushing towards him, to be more precise, rushing towards Cui Wang.
Liu Yi clenched her fists and mustered up her courage to say:
"May I ask Zhenjun to move forward?"
Cui Wang looked up at her and frowned slightly:
"You and I have karma."
"Yes, it's over."
Liu Yi wiped off the rouge around her lips with her fingertips, "My little girl only asks Zhenjun a question, and Zhenjun answers me, so I won't be entangled with Zhenjun anymore."
"you say."
Liu Yi stared straight at the unapproachable face of the gods and Buddhas, still so beautiful, God blessed him, gave him an unparalleled appearance and talent in this world, but it was so cold and so far away, she was a little sober, and A little confused, all the past emerged:
"If I had appeared for the first time that day, holding a bloodstone hairpin and standing in front of Zhenjun, without Zheng Wan and no one else, would Zhenjun treat me differently?"
Cui Wang seemed to feel strange about this question.
He shook his head:
"Won't."
"Why not?" Liu Yi clenched her fists, "Zhenjun, you clearly treat Zheng Wan, Zheng Wan—"
But Cui Wang didn't answer her anymore, he and Zhenjun Fusheng had gone down the stairs and disappeared around the corner.
Liu Yi stood there in a daze, and when Zheng Wan was about to leave, she suddenly said:
"You're watching my jokes too, aren't you?"
Zheng Wan shook her head, she didn't even want to go back for revenge. It was said in the play that such a woman who becomes obsessed with love is the most prone to change: "Why am I making fun of you? Cui Wang ignored me, and he brought you up."
She decided to stay away from her, and the two reciprocated, she endured her twice, the prince once, this time, if this person commits a crime again in the future, he will be beaten to death.
Zheng Wan made up her mind, so she ignored the dazed person and went straight downstairs, called a table to eat, and recorded it on Yuqing's account, so that she could have a raw meal of Yuanshi that can only be found in the monastic world.
When I got back to the room, I was practicing two big celestial circles and the full moon was hanging high in the sky, when the door was knocked from outside.
The waiter in the shop presented a mahogany box, saying that it was for her.
"mine?"
"It belonged to the immortal elder." The waiter in the shop bowed and bowed.
"Who sent it?"
The waiter in the shop just shook his head and didn't know.
Zheng Wan returned to the room strangely, sat for a while, first tested it with Yuanli, and found that there was no restriction on the box, opened the box with her hands, but saw a piece of yellowed parchment lying in the box, with a small piece of paper on it. It is densely written.
Could it be a treasure map that often appears in the monastic world
Her heart was pounding. Zheng Wan took out the parchment and scanned it carefully. The more she scanned, the uglier her face became. After reading the whole thing, the whole thing was almost smoked.
Zheng Wan patted the parchment:
"Cui Wang!"
Except Cui Wang, there will be no one else.
He actually sent someone a roll of old papers, which were full of all kinds of things that monks failed because they couldn't let go of their obsessions.
In Zheng Wan's view, this is simply a sarcasm.
She went out angrily, and the shop waiter hadn't gone far, "Where does the delivery man live?"
"It's in room No. 2 of Tianzi."
Zheng Wan thought, the so-called ascetics are no different from ordinary people, except that they have greater supernatural powers and mana, don't they also have the characters of heaven and earth to live in people
After asking about the place, when we got to the door, we thought there would be a restriction, but unexpectedly, the door opened with a light push.
Cui Wang was sitting by the window, drinking from a jade gourd in his hand, his jade white face turned red, seeing her, he was startled: "How did you get in?"
Look at the halo of prohibition is still there.
Zheng Wan doesn't care about these things:
"I would like to ask you, what is the intention of sending this thing?"
"Could it be that you want to mess with my Dao heart?"
"Cultivators, the heart of dust is too heavy, and they can't go far."
Cui Wang put the jade gourd aside, and looked down at her, neither happy nor angry, but his starry eyes were full of water because of drinking wine, Zheng Wan looked at him, and suddenly lost his anger up.
There is a smell of wine lingering at the tip of the nose, the smell of pear blossom white is sweeter, it smells like the smell of pear blossom mixed with jasmine.
Zheng Wan's eyes flickered, and she bent her lips suddenly into a smile. In Cui Wang's daze, she stepped forward suddenly, stood on tiptoe, touched his cold thin lips, and touched again. Before he could react in time, , her arms had already clasped his neck, pulled him to lower his head, intertwined with his lips and teeth, intimately.
Cui Wang's lips were as cold as his own, but gradually, the coldness faded away and became warmer, even hotter.
He stood straight, neither pushing her away nor responding to her, as if he were a piece of wood.
But Zheng Wan could clearly feel the undercurrent surging under this piece of wood, she could feel his chest was hot, and the beating heart under his chest was also hot.
She took a step back, her lips were a little red from too much force, as if they had been stained with a bright color.
Cui Wang looked down at her, his face remained motionless, like ice and snow that had been sealed for thousands of years.
"Love is evil."
he said.
Zheng Wan wiped her mouth and laughed mockingly:
"Zhenjun, you are so hot, but you are also moved by Chen Xin?"
"Zheng Wan, you are too stubborn."
"I practice to make myself live longer and be happy. If I am not happy, why should I practice immortality?"
Zheng Wan tore up the parchment and threw it at his feet, "You can cultivate your ruthless way by yourself, and leave me alone."
She walked away with a flick of her sleeves, Cui Wang stood in the room for a long time, then suddenly clutched his heart and vomited blood.
He said blankly:
"Old ancestor, the seal seems to be broken."