Sitting on the snow-white felt, playing with the small medicine bottle in his hand.
Chu Tianman wanted to talk about the "Butterfly Lovers" story last time, but Zi Xiaosheng still owed him an answer. But think about it, he already got some answers from Ying Xiuer.
Raising the small medicine bottle in his hand, Chu Tian smiled and said, "For the sake of this medicine!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Chu Tian could smell the fragrant fragrance of his own mouth. The cold air in his body did not decrease at all and was still circulating in his body. The potency of this small pill was beyond imagination, a hundred times more powerful than any pill Chutian had ever taken.
After being stunned, Chu Tian raised his head and looked at the gradually brightening sky, and said slowly: "This story is that I met an old beggar on the roadside. He was dying of thirst. I gave him a bowl of water to save his life. He told me this story. Unfortunately, he drank water too quickly and accidentally choked to death, so I am the only one in the world who knows this story."
Zi Xiaosheng had a gloomy face and stared at Chu Tian fiercely. His expression was clearly roaring silently at Chu Tian - Do you think I am an idiot? The same thing was said last time!
Aunt Feng appeared out of nowhere and stood quietly behind Zi Xiaosheng, her beautiful eyes staring at Chu Tian non-stop.
"The dynasty, year, month, and location of this story cannot be determined." Chu Tian slowly shook his head and slowly began to sing the song "The Peony Pavilion": "In other words, that year, that month, that day, that time There is a woman named Du Liniang!"
As Chu Tian slowly narrated the story of "The Peony Pavilion" with his breath filling his heart and left a fragrance in his mouth, Tiger, who was covered in water, stuck his head out from the edge of the waterfall in a desperate manner and screamed at the top of his lungs: "That young man in purple, you saved me." Brother Dali’s life is at stake? You should be careful, Brother Tian has been the best at talking nonsense since he was a child, we don’t know how many times we have been fooled by him!”
Zi Xiaosheng was furious. He looked at Hu Dali who suddenly spoke to disrupt the situation and slapped him across the face.
A violent surge rose from the ground, and Hu Dali, who had just climbed to the edge of the waterfall, let out a strange scream and slapped him in the face, causing him to fall backward and be rolled down by the waterfall.
Chu Tian smiled "hehe" and continued, making an already beautiful and touching story even more tactful and eloquent.
When Chu Tian's interest came, he flicked the strings with his fingers, and Man Sheng sang the sentence "On a good day, if the beautiful scenery is not there, it will be a pleasure to enjoy it.", and then a song with extremely exquisite lyrics and sweet vocabulary came out casually, and the melodious music sounded. , singing melody blended together, Zi Xiaosheng and Aunt Feng were like two dumb geese struck by thunder, their mouths wide open in silence.
A strange sound came from behind Zi Xiaosheng. A big man among the six guards beside her was kneeling on the ground. In front of him was a thick plate of jade paper. With his right hand, he was writing every word of Chu Tian. , every sentence was firmly memorized.
Chu Tian glanced at the big man and told the story slowly and unhurriedly.
The more Aunt Feng listened, the more agitated and unbearable her mood became. In the end, there was a faint glow around her body, and a terrifying power was ready to go. Chutian felt a chill all over her body. She was so beautiful and beautiful that she couldn't be beaten. Aunt Feng, who was a creature, actually gave him the illusion that it was more terrifying than the ancient giant beast.
After enduring the pressure from Aunt Feng, Chu Tian finally told the entire story of "The Peony Pavilion".
There was silence at the top of the waterfall. When Chu Tian finished speaking the last word, the guard happened to copy the last word. He silently wrote the last stroke, then stood up and walked quietly with a thick plate of jade paper. He retreated into the forest on one side.
Zi Xiaosheng held the jade flute tightly with both hands, raised his head blankly and stared at the sky, learning Chu Tian's singing over and over again, and repeating the exquisite, wonderful, and soul-moving lyrics over and over again.
After a long time, Zi Xiaosheng finally stabilized his mood.
With a strange light in his eyes, Zi Xiaosheng looked at Chu Tian with a strange look on his face, and suddenly asked: "Chu Tian, do you know how vast this world is?"
Chu Tian was stunned. He looked at the strange-looking Zi Xiaosheng and asked him a little uneasily: "Master Zi, isn't he a person of the five realms?"
Zi Xiaosheng smiled hoarsely, waving the jade flute gently in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "It seems you already know about the six paths of blood sacrifice? I have nothing to do with those five paths. I only ask you, do you want to see it?" See the scenery outside of Dajin?"
"Experience the scenery outside the Jin Dynasty"
Chu Tian looked at Zi Xiaosheng who looked very serious, and suddenly felt an extremely absurd feeling in his heart.
Last night, Ying Xiuer was still lamenting to Chu Tian that for countless years, generations of elites from the Ying family have marched in all directions across the vast wilderness, trying to find the end of this world, but for countless years they have found nothing.
Zi Xiaosheng, however, was so relaxed as to invite Chu Tian to leave Dajin and see the outside world.
Leave Dajin
Does it mean that we can avoid the bloodshed caused by the Six Paths Blood Sacrifice
Why did Zi Xiaosheng have this intention? Is it just because Chu Tian told two stories that seemed very ordinary to him
However, Chutian has so many concerns here!
Can't leave.
Can't walk.
Can't leave.
Don't want to leave.
"Why are my eyes full of tears... Because I love the hot land of Dajin so much." Chu Tian said to Zi Xiaosheng seriously: "Chu Tian accepted Mr. Zi's kindness. However, Chu Tian couldn't leave. Woolen cloth."
Zi Xiaosheng looked at Chu Tian deeply, and murmured to himself: "Can't you leave? Chu Tian, Chu Tian, are you just a little spy from the Daji Temple?"
Chu Tian touched his nose a little shyly and looked at Zi Xiaosheng a little embarrassedly: "To be precise, we are the thugs of Dajiu Temple. The secret agents and thugs of Dajiu Temple are 'Jing'... uh, the limit. Two distinct systems.”
"Hit the boss!" Zi Xiaosheng couldn't help but smile, and subconsciously tapped Chu Tian's head with the jade flute in his hand.
Aunt Feng's pupils suddenly condensed, and Chu Tian rolled to avoid the jade flute in Zi Xiaosheng's hand, and shouted strangely: "Master Zi, you don't want to knock me out and kidnap me, do you?"
Zi Xiaosheng was stunned, put away the jade flute with an embarrassed smile, and coughed heavily.
Looking back at Aunt Feng, Aunt Feng looked at Zi Xiaosheng with a stern look and shook her head gently. Zi Xiaosheng sighed helplessly and said in a deep voice: "Since you don't want to leave, then I will give you a piece of advice."
Before Chu Tian could speak, Zi Xiaosheng hooked his fingers, and the green dragon sword in Chu Tian's right arm flew straight out and fell into Zi Xiaosheng's hand. A wisp of purple flame spurted out from Zi Xiaosheng's palm, completely wrapping the Green Dragon Sword inside.
Within the Green Dragon Sword, countless green runes splashed out like fireworks.
With his other hand, Zi Xiaosheng grabbed several pieces of transparent crystal stones that were shimmering with light, and threw them into the purple flames, which turned into wisps of strange glow and merged into the Qingjiao Sword.
"There will be great changes in the vast wilderness. I have met many interesting people in the past two days." Zi Xiaosheng said in a manly voice: "Yizhou, Minzhou, Mangzhou, and the seven states further east , will all become bloody ghosts. This is the first wave of attacks by the five living beings, it is their test of the 'Tao species', and it is also a competition between them."
"Take your acquaintances and go as far as possible."
With a clang, the Qingjiao Sword, which had not changed at all in appearance but had undergone earth-shaking changes internally, turned into a cyan dragon shadow and flew back to Chutian, directly integrating into his right arm and becoming his right forearm. A green dragon-shaped tattoo about a foot long.