Unlike Jixiao or Mingyuehu's Guiqing real person, Hu Si really doesn't look like a saint.
As a saint, he asked the first question from the world of spiritual practice, just like a mortal in the market pushing open the window facing the street and shouting hello to the neighbor next door.
Meng Xueli really wanted to leave, but he could barely hold back.
The dusky airspace was silent for a long time, and people looked up at the shadow of the "red cloud", which was the vermilion treasure ship of the Lord of the Heavenly Lake Realm.
Suddenly, a gust of breeze fell from the sky, blowing the dust away, and the sky and the earth suddenly became clear.
The vision finally opened up, Meng Xueli looked down, and crossed all kinds of flying instruments in the air, and saw the undulating sand dunes and the boundless Gobi. Han Hai really lived up to its reputation.
Everyone was in an uproar, only to see several white gauze hanging down beside the red boat, and two delicate figures fell gracefully, like a nine-day mysterious girl descending from the earth, treading the waves and facing the wind, floating towards the cloud boat in Hanshan.
These two beautiful women are the favorite concubines of the Lord of the Heavenly Lake Realm. The blue dress woman's masterpiece is Spring Water, and the green dress woman's masterpiece is Qiuguang.
The spring water is gentle and quiet, the autumn light is bright and lively, and others look like a fairy concubine.
Meng Xueli thought, Hu Sixi was wearing a dark red shirt and getting along with these two people, they were making up three colors of red, green, and blue, and the picture might be dazzling.
The two women landed on the deck, without looking sideways, they walked towards Meng Xueli:
"The owner of the realm asks Elder Meng to come aboard and talk."
Peak Master Ziyan took two steps forward and stood diagonally in front of Meng Xueli: "Two fairies, dare to ask the realm master what is the important thing?"
It is disrespectful to block in this way, but no one can take Hanshan disciples away in plain sight, and always have to give an explanation.
Chun Shui did not answer, and the lively Qiu Guang said loudly:
"Of course there is something important. Before Sword Sovereign passed away, there was a gift to be given to the Dao Companion. It was a pair of magical instruments. One was 'Tired of Rain' and the other was 'Tired of Wind'. Elder Meng, you must know..."
Her voice was clear and spread far and wide. Before the stunned Meng Xueli could say 'I don't know', she continued:
"It's a big deal, please come on board and talk about it."
Everyone looked different.
Meng Xueli frowned slightly, what 'tired of the rain' and 'tired of the wind', isn't Sword Sovereign's gift deposited in the 'Times EMI' at Hengtong Juyuan? Why is it in the hands of Hu Si again
He said, "I can't use my sword, I can't go up."
The current height is the limit of the Hanshan Cloud Ship.
Hu Si laughter came from the sky.
A huge red lotus bloomed at Meng Xueli's feet. The petals stretch layer by layer, like a cluster of jumping firelights.
The crowd stared intently. When the mind moves a little, the void is the magical power of the saint.
Meng Xueli stepped on, and another lotus flower opened. Every time he fell, new red lotuses bloomed in front of him, and old lotuses withered behind him, like a step by step, sending him along the way.
Everyone was amazed that the sage's magical powers were used to do such a thing. But the Lord of the Heavenly Lake Realm is indeed someone who can do such a thing.
Some people think that Meng Xueli is not worried that he will not be able to bear the burden of such a grand show, and will damage the good news
Meng Xueli thought, if Hu Si stopped midway and fell from the sky, how would he turn around
The vermilion treasure ship is as early as the rising sun, the clouds are steaming by the side of the ship, and the scenery is magnificent and enchanting.
Chunshui and Qiuguang flew from behind, one left and one right to lead him into the boat.
The treasure ship is huge, with an inner space formation, like a courtyard. Meng Xueli followed the two of them, went upstairs through the corridor, and came to a quiet room.
The room is filled with blue smoke, but it is not the quiet and divine fragrance of sandalwood that practitioners often order. They stepped on the cool bamboo mat, bypassed the heavy curtains, and finally saw Hu Si.
The Lord of the Heavenly Lake Realm sat on the futon, facing the tea banquet, wearing a plain-colored robe to meet guests, brewing tea cross-legged, and his posture was calm and calm, as if he was about to enter into a state of enlightenment in the next moment.
It doesn't look like he just acted unscrupulously and unscrupulously.
The two beauties withdrew silently.
Meng Xueli bowed slightly: "I have seen the realm master."
Hu Si raised his hand: "Sit."
Meng Xueli sat down and asked, "Dare to ask the realm master, what is 'tired of rain' and 'tired of wind'?"
Hu Si seemed to have expected that he would be straight to the point, and when he asked this question, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, have some tea."
Meng Xueli took a drink. The entrance is as sweet as Lingquan, and the aftertaste is slightly bitter.
Hu Si said: "You don't feed the fish in Changchun Peak, what are you doing here? There are no peach blossoms in the desert."
Meng Xueli smiled and said, "Everyone knows that I came to win the Great Competition. I have a deep relationship with Dao Lv, and I naturally want to fight for his relics. Even if things don't work, I will try my best."
Hu Si shook his head: "If you say this, you can deceive others. I'm not one of those idiots in the Hanshan ancestral hall."
On the day of Ji Xiao's worship ceremony, his widow cried in public. Those who saw it wept, and those who heard it were sad.
Meng Xueli tried his best to calm down, but he was still forced to show a little edge: "How is it a lie? If I don't do this, what else can I do?"
Ji Xiao once asked for medicine for him, and the medicine pill was refined by Hu Si. With Meng Xueli's gracious repayment temperament, he should have been full of gratitude to Hu Si. But deep in his heart, he was always vigilant.
When he first met Hu Si, he was still a demon, and the demon had a keen intuition for danger.
Hu Si said to Ji Xiao, a demon is a demon, and the wildness is hard to tame.
He just took a docile attitude and repeatedly showed his loyalty to Ji Xiao.
Hu Si said that he was acting pretentiously to please him, but he only acted for a while. He wanted to calm down for three years so that Ji Xiao could see his sincerity.
However, just like birds and beasts in the mountains and forests change their fur colors, over time, the protective color gradually becomes its true color.
Only in the face of old friends, such as Qu Xianming, can he show some inner temperament.
"Isn't it a lie?" Hu Si didn't care about his rudeness, as if he had heard a joke: "Lovely relationship? How long have you known Ji Xiao? You don't know him. I have known him for more than two hundred years..."
The realm master said slowly: "The beginning of the sky is boundless sword, the eternal Changchun peak, he always has trouble with eternal things, such as heaven and earth, such as time. Such an arrogant person may only fall in love with his own shadow. Where does love come from? Seriously?"
When Meng Xueli heard him say that Ji Xiao was arrogant, he couldn't help being slightly annoyed, and sneered: "I'm sorry, Ji Xiao just likes me. I was originally a demon, and demons are the most deceptive. You, singing every night... It's hard to tell outsiders about things between Taoists."
The smile in Hu Si's eyes grew stronger and rippling like water, Meng Xueli had a bad premonition.
Hu Si leaned over slightly and whispered in his ear:
"It seems that Ji Xiao didn't tell you, I'm a master of Fengyue Dao. Just by looking at you, you know that your Yuanyang is still there, and you haven't had an affair."
Before he could finish his words, Meng Xue's expression changed suddenly and she stood up suddenly.
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