The tortoise with the red mole on his forehead is greeted and sent off at Xuanyi Pavilion all year round, but it is clear from a single meeting that this young female cultivator is probably here for pleasure.
Look at the material and pattern of the goose yellow skirt again, oh, it's still an inner disciple of Yuqingmen.
Fengyuechang is the most golden cave, and judging from the temperament of this female Xiutong, she can tell that she is a big spender, so she hurriedly followed in: "Is this the first time for the female gentleman to visit?"
Zheng Wan was surprised:
"Why do you say that?"
"If you come here before, I will remember someone as outstanding as the female gentleman," Gui Gongtian said with a smile on his face, "I just don't know whether the female gentleman likes to be thin-skinned and tender, or masculine and rough? Is it Huanxi Xiaojiabiyu?" Some, or some of the ladies? You bring it up, and I, Xuanyi Pavilion, will satisfy you."
Zheng Wan didn't know that there are so many famous places in a small restaurant, so she opened her eyes wide and looked at Xuanyi Pavilion carefully.
The three-story building is different from the red lacquer and green grid style in the world. This Xuanyi Pavilion has the style of a fairy house, with white walls and gilt tiles. The stairs on both sides rotate to connect each other, and a white jade platform rises from the middle, square and square. , supported by jasper branches underneath, don't think about how graceful it would be if people danced on a high platform.
If she hadn't known that this place was the Xiaoguan's House, she would have believed that she was walking in a fairyland of Yaochi.
"...Actually, there is another monk in my Xuanyi Pavilion. Although he is not as popular as the top card, he is very popular because of his acquaintance," Mr. Gui said in a low voice, pretending to be mysterious, "he is very similar to Zhenjun Liwei. Huachao Jushi'."
It's not just ordinary people who are small monks, there are quite a few low-level monks, who come to the small monk's house to place an order when they have no Yuanshihua.
"Oh? Similar to Zhenjun Liwei?"
Zheng Wan's curiosity was suddenly aroused, "Call me to take a look."
"this-"
Guigong rubbed his thumb and index finger together.
Zheng Wan didn't understand, but when she understood, she lifted her chin and put on a bossy attitude: "Go as soon as I let you go! If you are well served, it will naturally benefit you."
She was raised in the mortal world with gold and jade, so she naturally developed an arrogance and nobility, but this turtle man was taken aback for a while, thinking that he really ran into some fairy family child, and ran to call him people.
Zheng Wan had two spirit stones in her pocket, but she didn't show any fear on her face. She found a seat in front of the high platform and sat down. She thought clearly, at worst, she asked the master to pay the bill—
She will pay him back in the future.
Those who are used to money, even if they are short of money for a while, they will never learn to search and spend carefully, always thinking: there will always be money in the future.
The same is true for Zheng Wan.
She had already put this matter behind her and began to observe the surroundings. At a glance, there were already many people sitting around the high platform. She also found that many of them were members of the Yuqing sect in yellow skirts, and A familiar face: Bailing.
Bai Ling seemed to come with someone else, and when he saw her, he smiled slightly, so Zheng Wan also smiled at her reservedly, and the two parties were considered to have greeted her.
"Who is that?"
The female cultivator next to Bai Ling is a cultivator in the Jade Realm, she is her great-aunt, she is not young, but she looks like a 28-year-old girl, "she was born beautifully."
"Zheng Wan."
"Oh? That innate Taoism?" Taiguzu raised his eyebrows, "He came to Xuanyi Pavilion just after passing the Shouzhong Realm? Thanks to my master who said a few days ago that there are successors from Yuqingmen."
Why does Yuqingmen have more low-level charms
There are not a few people who have obtained high-level exercises from the Sutra Pavilion, accumulated from generation to generation, but many monks have broken their halberds into sand before they have practiced them. The good high-level exercises have become low-level charms. The reason is this: broken The body is too early, and the vitality gained from one harvest can be worth months of hard work. After several times, who is willing to work hard
Bai Ling raised his head and took a look, but he saw Mr. Gui leading a white-clothed friar swaying past, only to feel the Taiguzu's hand on the back of the chair clenched: "It turned out to be layman Hua Chao?"
Over there, Zheng Wan has also seen the so-called Layman Huachao who is three-pointed with the portrait of the monk Liwei.
As soon as she glanced over, she couldn't help frowning.
If you want to talk about similarity, the chin and brow bone are indeed similar, but this look... is too different, even with a white robe on the body, there is still a bit of a difference.
"It's not like, the eyes are too cloudy, the lips are too plump, lonely and thin," she said coldly, "it's nothing but muddy things."
Layman Hua Chao's face turned pale, and he bit his lips tightly. At this moment, his former guest Lingxuan came over:
"Xiantian Daozhong speaks so loudly and speaks in such detail that people who don't know will think that you are very familiar with Zhenjun Liwei."
Bailing tugged on Taiguzu's sleeve:
"Grandpa, stop talking."
Mr. Gui's face was not very good-looking, and Layman Hua Chao was considered the signboard of Xuanyi Pavilion. He was willing to come here because he made a lot of good things with a smile.
At this moment, the sound of silk and bamboo wind music sounded, and a monk in red appeared on the white jade platform that was empty just now.
When a pair of twinkling autumn waves were thrown down the stage, they were really charming and affectionate.
"Okay, okay, we are all our own people, don't want to hurt your peace, layman Hua Chao followed Daoist Lingxuan, this lady, why don't you call another one to watch the dance with you?"
A person in charge ran out to smooth things over. Master Lingxuan snorted and led the layman Hua Chao back to his seat.
Zheng Wan looked around, and casually ordered a fruit plate next to her: "Let him go."
The waiter in black was handsome and fair, with big eyes and two dimples on his smiling face, he looked gentle and understanding, which she liked very much.
"this… "
The person in charge's eyes fell on the waiting hall, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Okay, you, I'll take care of you."
"Why."
Zheng Wan sat down again, and the black-clothed waiter really came over, snuggled up to her lap, and lovingly fed her with fresh fruit from a plate with one hand, her appearance was extremely docile, it reminded her of Rong Yi's usual persevering Persian cat.
"May I have your name?"
"Book far away."
Xiao Paitang raised his head and smiled, dimples looming.
The first dance is indeed very beautiful, if it is burning red, and when it turns, it is like a ball of fire. Zheng Wan looked at it and remembered that dance in the mortal world. Cui Wang accompanied her. She never danced from the beginning to the end Have a good time.
"Who does the lady think of?"
At some point, Shuyuan had already stood up halfway, and Zheng Wan's faint bookish air shot into Zheng Wan's nose. She opened her mouth to eat the red fruit he fed, but his hand didn't leave, and it wandered ambiguously between her lips.
"An irrelevant person."
Zheng Wan looked at her wrist, a ferocious blue vein was slowly moving away, and the love gu began to work.
She found that there was a discrepancy between the love gu and what Grandma Jin said, and it was not the emotion that worked. The longer she was in contact with the man, the pain would start, starting from the elbow, which was very light and astringent at first, so it was easy to ignore .
Shuyuan had already fed her a lot of fruit, and it took her a long time to lean on her before she felt the slightest pain.
Need to hurt a little more.
Want to spice things up
Zheng Wan thought, Shuyuan seemed to have received the encouragement from her eyes, and the finger that was stroking on his lips suddenly stopped, "My lady, can you go upstairs?"
This is a fish and water invitation.
Zheng Wanzheng was worried that the unexpected was not enough, so she readily agreed: "Okay."
The two swaggered and really went up to the second floor. After opening the door, Shuyuan closed the door carefully, and hugged her from behind: "What kind of service does the lady want today?"
Zheng Wan put her fingers against his lips, and said with a smile:
"You take off your clothes first."
Shuyuan really let her go obediently, and ran to take off her clothes. The black robe and belt, Zheng Wan sat behind the long table, looking at it leisurely, but who knew that Shuyuan would never take off, sat beside her, and picked up the clothes next to her. The thin-necked copper pot poured wine, but he didn't share it with her after pouring the wine. Once he poured it into his mouth, he would come to drink it for her.
Zheng Wan subconsciously hid back, and at this moment, the door exploded with a "boom".
Before the sawdust hits the ground, it becomes dust.
She turned her head and looked back, but saw the man dressed in ice and snow, as if he had come towards her through thousands of years, his thin lips were stained with blood, and his white robe was blown away by the turbulent undercurrent. There was a sound, the hair fell down, and his face was almost transparent.
He stared at her like a beast that would choose someone to devour.
"He Fang Xiaoxiao dares to come to my Xuanyi Pavilion to make trouble?"
The old bustard came up in a hurry, followed by a group of monks who joined in the fun. When he saw the person in front of the cave, he was startled, and his voice changed:
"Li, Liwei Zhenjun?"
"roll."
Cui Wang didn't look back.
Zheng Wan has already pushed the book away, raised her lips and said with a smile:
"You're here, Cui Wang."
Over there, the old bustard jumped down the stairs with his thugs, and even Daoist Lingxuan couldn't stop looking back, with astonishment still on his face: The innate Daoist actually recognized Zhenjun Liwei
Here, Zheng Wan couldn't care what other people thought.
Cui Wang's anger was greater than she had imagined, and when she opened her mouth, she had already approached her, and stretched out her hand to wrap around her thin and lonely neck, tightening it tighter and tighter.
The eyes that have never been indifferent are full of hatred:
"Zheng Wan, try your best."
Zheng Wan knew that he was irritated by her method of forcing him out of the customs. She grabbed his big hands like iron pliers with both hands, and her throat made a "ho ho ho". She looked into his eyes and breathed out with difficulty:
"Cui, Cui Wang, did you forget, forget? You owe me one, one promise. I, I can't find, find you, so I can only make this, the worst plan."
Her voice became weaker and weaker, and the light in her eyes was like that of a partridge he had seen when he was young. When the partridge fell into the ice cave and was picked up by him, the eyes in his palm were the same, weak. helpless.
Cui Wang let go of his hand abruptly, stared blankly at his palm, and after a while, clenched his fist again.
Zheng Wan clutched her throat and coughed desperately. With a cough, the tears that were still in the corners of her eyes just now rolled down, and she wiped them away: "Look, I bet right."
"You're still here."
Grandma Jin said that if she gets entangled with others, the dragon wearer will naturally know about it, plus there is also the effect of love gu, if she really has an affair with that person, she will die of heart-wrenching pain—
When she dies, he dies.
Zheng Wan didn't believe that Cui Wang would not come.
It's just that she didn't expect him to come so early.
The air in the room seemed to be stagnant, with a chill that was about to come.
"Snapped-"
Suddenly, the glazed lamps in the corridor and inside the house exploded. The whole room was dimmed, only the moonlight came in coldly through the window.
Cui Wang pinched her chin, and the soft silk sleeves brushed her cheeks, nose, and corners of lips coldly. He wiped them intently. Seen from a close distance, those eyes were like beautiful black agate, extremely beautiful and cold. Extremely.
"Tear--" He tore off her goose-yellow robe expressionlessly.
In his hands, the school robes of the low-level magic weapon are as fragile as ordinary cloth.
Zheng Wan was hurt by him, and pushed him:
"what are you doing?"
"do not move."
Cui Wang's glance made her shiver all over. The coldness suppressed the rage, which only made people feel that the storm was about to come.
When he finished, he let her go:
"What do you want me to do?"
"Help me find Granny Jin," Zheng Wan said, "Grandma Jin is the ghost of that day's place."
"Isn't she by your side?"
Cui Wang's eyes fell on her, and finally his gaze was focused on the front of the front of the lapel that she opened when she was struggling just now. On a piece of snow-like skin, Feng Long with silky silk slipped out, and he pointed, "There."
Zheng Wan touched Feng Long:
"really?"
"nature."
Cui Wang nodded.
"Then how do I find her?"
"When she recovers, Zilai will come out from Fenglong."
Zheng Wan was overjoyed immediately, she seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness just now, her watery eyes were curved like a crescent moon.
"Before the love gu is lifted, you can't be like that with others—"
Cui Wang seemed to control his emotions, he opened his eyes to look at her, and there was an indistinct mist in his eyes, "Do things."
"Otherwise, after I undo the Gu, I will kill you."
Zheng Wan raised her glass with a smile:
"I promise you after you drink."