There are no seats, no card holders, and no bar on the second floor. There are only maze-like long and short walls scattered horizontally and vertically. Each wall is heavily painted with paintings that Wen Leyang cannot understand. It looks like a pool of ink on the second floor. After being splashed and randomly drawn with arbitrary graffiti, every wall is filled with passionate and full emotions. It is just emotion and nothing more. wWw!QuANbEn-XiAoShUo!COm
There are also many people on the second floor, but unlike the wild and wild people downstairs, the men and women on the second floor just whisper to each other in a drunken state, and occasionally burst into low laughter, quietly stirring up a hint of coquettishness in the relative silence.
Wen Leyang is not afraid of crowds, but afraid of no one. He doesn't know the cultivation method of restraining his breath, so he can't escape the spiritual sense of the monks. However, in the eyes of the monks, he is an ordinary person. The more people there are, the more likely he is to be fooled.
Ji Fei and Shui Jing's spiritual senses were not as sharp as that of the young master Liu Zheng. At most, they could only tell when someone was approaching, and the one who didn't notice it was their two mentors. Wen Leyang put the mask on his face, so that he could at least resist for a moment if he encountered Jifei. He walked slowly along the wall, and finally stopped in front of the only door. Jifei's old master's arrogance was coming from inside. Yun laughed loudly: "Unexpectedly, this is really the property of Painting City. What do you and Mr. Leyang Wen call you?"
The indelible frivolity and sense of superiority in the Beijing dialect are incompatible with Leyangtian's figure: "Leyangwen? My brother, I'm Leyangtian, you two can just call me Tangtang, don't you, your Excellency, It sounds uncomfortable.”
The monk coughed and was stung by the candy.
The old Taoist Jifei's voice was solemn and steady: "Tang...Brother Leyang, do you know where the Painting City is?" The old Taoist still didn't want to call the chimpanzee in front of him Tangtang.
Leyangtian replied with a hint of displeasure: "What you are saying, can I not know our family? We have been practicing painting in the city for generations. We are not very famous, but we still have a tradition of thousands of years. "
Monk Shuijing asked angrily: "Then why are you an ordinary person?"
Leyangtian's voice was a little depressed: "I have been in poor health since I was a child, so I can't practice Xiutian's skills, and I'm of no use at home. I just ask my brother for money and go to Shanghai to open a business, just to fool myself."
Wen Leyang was silently happy at the door. It was the first time he heard such a strong man say that he was not in good health.
Old Taoist Jifei pondered for a moment. After a moment, he spoke again: "Are there any experts in the Leyang family who can cultivate heaven and earth here?"
There was something incomprehensible in Le Yangtian's voice: "Of course not, this is just a business. It has nothing to do with cultivating heaven. What do you mean by that?"
The old Taoist gnashed his teeth in a loud voice, which made Wen Leyang at the door get goosebumps: "That's it... That won't be easy to handle. I'm afraid this matter will have to... "
Leyang's sweet tone was the same as that of his brother Leyangwen, enthusiastic and sophisticated: "You two are my brother's friends, Tangtang's friends. They are also friends of our painting city. Tangtang is not a person on the path of cultivation. But if something happens at home, I can't ignore it. You two, don't hide it from me! If something is really dangerous, Tangtang can probably handle it." As he said that, there was a snap in the room. Leyangtian put something on the table.
The monk let out a strange sigh: "This look is really weird."
The old Taoist Jifei let out a long sigh full of vicissitudes of life: "My child, this is not a good place!" The short winter melon Leyang Wen was not there. The old man raised his seniority himself.
Le Yangtian laughed: "Taoist Master, this doesn't work. What else can work?"
There was a sound of sipping tea, whether it was a monk or a seasoned Taoist.
After a while, the voice of the old Taoist sounded again, and he spoke earnestly: "Firstly, a real master of cultivation cannot be dealt with with a gun; secondly, there is no way for a cultivator to use a gun. As soon as your gun goes off, Huacheng's face will also... It’s going to be lost!”
Only then did Wen Leyang understand that Leyangtian had made a gun and placed it on the table. Then he thought about what the old man said. It seemed that Xiao Yi had long been notorious on the path of cultivation.
Le Yangtian's tone was no longer frivolous at the beginning: "Please tell me frankly what happened in Huacheng."
The old man was still talking in circles, refusing to get straight to the point: "Then let me ask you again, how much do you really know about your family's affairs?"
Leyangtian seemed a little impatient: "In our generation, there are only two brothers in the city! Although Tangtang doesn't have any cultivation skills, she doesn't have to hide her family affairs from me... Monk Shuijing suddenly spoke and cut Leyang off. Sweet words: "What about your family and Shizong? "His voice was cold and stern.
Leyangtian's voice suddenly became lowered: "What do you two immortals mean, what does our painting city have to do with Shizong?" Leyangwen said with a smile: "You two, please keep your mouth shut. , if these messages spread, Huacheng will become a target of public criticism."
Cultivation in the world is divided into three parts. One is the right way, with the five blessings as the most powerful. There are many people who are profound in Taoism and are the absolute leader on the path of self-cultivation. The second is the evil sect, which was severely damaged by the righteous way more than a thousand years ago and is now dormant in the world. However, it has started to stir up again a few years ago. Not long ago, after Wei Laosan of Yizigong died in Mount Emei, the conflict between good and evil began. It was much more intense, but no particularly outstanding masters appeared in Sejong anymore. The third is the casual cultivators. Although there are many people, they are all a ragtag group. The best among them are like Aunt Hong, Niu Lishi and others. They are far behind the masters of Wufu Zongzong. Huacheng has become a vague cultivator in recent years. leader, but he became disgraced in Mount Emei and his reputation plummeted.
In the battle between good and evil, the loose cultivators have always maintained strict neutrality on the surface. Of course, with their strength, getting involved in the battle between good and evil is like a rabbit participating in the war between two brown bears.
Even if Huacheng is the number one family of casual cultivators, if they have an affair with Shizong, they will definitely be mercilessly attacked by hardliners like Yizigong and Eyangdao.
However, what Huacheng did in the Golden Nest and the City God's Temple has always made Wen Leyang suspicious. In addition, hundreds of monks were mercilessly killed by witchcraft just a moment ago. Even if you think about it with the buttons of your clothes, you can tell that Huacheng is absolutely It is not as simple as a family of casual cultivators on the surface.
Monk Shui Jing chuckled: "The right way and the evil way have nothing to do with us casual cultivators. If Huacheng has any involvement with those evil ways, our brothers will just pretend that we have not seen it. However, this time we came here because we Regarding the relationship between our brothers and Leyang Wen, there is something I must explain to you clearly." As he spoke, there was a rustling sound. The monk seemed to have taken out something, and then continued to ask: "This is for you!"
The room suddenly became quiet.
The poison of life and death in Wen Leyang's body circulated rapidly. Jifei and Shui Jing seemed to know the relationship between Huacheng and Shizong. Here you go. Wen Leyang was afraid that the chimpanzee Leyangtian would suddenly be in trouble. He could kill more than a hundred monks without making a sound. If he wanted to crush Ji Feishui Jing to death, he just had to raise his hand.
After a while. Le Yangtian suddenly spoke: "You two immortals are so righteous! Please explain clearly the cause and effect."
The old man thanked the monk and said, "Junior brother, please tell me."
The monk was very conscious and agreed and started to talk: "Ten days ago, when our brothers were in Jiaxing, we accidentally found a few enemies. They are really awesome!"
Old Taoist Jifei has been with the monk for many years, but he is still not used to him calling him Niubi in front of him. A cold snort escaped from deep in his throat.
Le Yang's sweet voice hesitated: "Goose Yang Dao is one of the five blessings, right? Are those Taoist priests enmity with the two immortals?" Listen to his tone. It seems that he doesn't understand the current cultivation path at all, and he even wants to confirm the famous Goose and Yang Dao.
Old Taoist Jifei took up the topic: "It's not about enmity against us, but about not dealing with our close relatives. At that time, a few Taoist monks were sneaking around. Since our two brothers saw it, we followed them and took a look... "
At this time, Le Yangtian suddenly interrupted Lao Dao: "You two, do you know this person?"
Mr. Jifei let out a sigh and laughed without any warning: "Of course, Andy Lau!"
He squinted his eyes and muttered: "This body looks familiar."
Wen Leyang was stunned at first, and then startled. There was still a trace of luck in his heart: maybe he was looking at Liu Zheng... Then he looked up and saw a camera, which was steadily looking at him.
Le Yangtian laughed loudly: "Whether it's a monk or a master, you don't know whether there are electronic eyes on the top of your head first. You are worse than a little thief! Andy Lau, if you don't plan to run, just come in!"
Wen Leyang hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and walked in, reaching out and wiping off the mask on his face.
Leyangtian was leaning on a large piece of sand, looking at Wen Leyang with a smile. Just as he was about to speak, Ji Fei and Shui Jing jumped up in surprise at the same time: "You...you...came to Shanghai from the Qilian Mountains?"
The last time the two monks met Wen Leyang was when Wufu gathered in Wenjia Village for a bloody battle and cried for the Buddha. After that, Wen Leyang took people to the Qilian Mountains. The two brothers spent some money with their uncle Wen Tunhai and went sightseeing. They didn't even know that Wen Leyang had come out of the gold-selling den.
Leyangtian was a little surprised, pointed at Wen Leyang and asked Jifei Lao: "Do you know each other?"
Jifei nodded: "He is us...the close relative we were talking about."
Leyangtian still smiled: "Then we are all a family." There was no kindness in his eyes when he looked at Wen Leyang.
Wen Leyang raised his hand and pointed at the roof: "The people outside have nothing to do with me. I came here to ask some questions."
Leyangtian looked at Wen Leyang with bright eyes, showing no kindness or hostility: "Fortunately, it has nothing to do with you."
Ji Feiduo was very clever and immediately heard that something was wrong, but Wen Leyang was his reassurance. He smiled sweetly at Le Yang and said: "What, there are monks outside? My child, you don't know the cultivation method of cultivating the sky, but... Don't worry!"
Leyang Dessert nodded but didn't say anything. Suddenly he became a little absent-minded. He tilted his head and frowned slightly. After a few seconds, he returned to normal and asked Wen Leyangtou: "Those people outside really have nothing to do with you?"
Wen Leyang didn't understand why he said that, and nodded: "There are only two of us here."
Le Yangtian picked up the phone on the table, pressed a button, and said two words: "Come here!" After a moment, a strong young man knocked on the door. Le Yangtian picked up the pistol on the table and walked out, whispering in the young man's ear. After explaining a few words in a low voice, he put the gun into the other person's arms.
The shape of the pistol is a bit strange, the barrel is quite long.
After Leyangtian came back, she smiled and asked Wen Leyang to sit down. She kept playing with a black jade talisman in her hand and said to Jifei: "Two immortals, please continue talking."
Monk Shuijing knew the rules very well and glanced at Wen Leyang first.
Wen Leyang was flattered and nodded quickly.
Ji Fei and Shui Jing wandered around Jiangnan and accidentally saw a few serious-looking disciples of Goose and Yang. They followed them out of curiosity. It turned out that they were hunting down a member of the evil Shizong sect. A member of this evil sect. Already seriously injured. The two sides chased and escaped several times, and finally ended up dying together.
The two monks waited until they all lay down. Then I boldly approached them, but I didn't expect that the evil figure was not only not dead, but also recognized the two of them. I know they are casual cultivators.
Before his death, the evil sect entrusted Jifei and Shui Jing to go to Shanghai Painting City with a jade talisman. Leave it to the Leyang family.
In the past, Jifei and Shui Jing would have probably thrown the jade talisman into the ditch. Then run as far as you can.
But now the two brothers' vision is different. They are the saviors of the big and small rabbit demons. If anything happens, just go to the Great Mercy Temple and the world will be at peace. They don't care about any dispute between good and evil, and Leyang Wen was indeed very kind to them in the past. Then he came to Shanghai Painting City with the jade talisman.
However, the two monks were cautious and asked first that there were no monks who painted the city. Then they boldly took out the jade talisman and explained clearly what happened. If Leyang Wen was here, they really wouldn't have said anything. If they couldn't protect the painting city, people would be killed.
There was nothing complicated about the matter from beginning to end. Jifei and Shui Jing came to Huacheng to help Shizong, who had been killed, bring something to the Leyang family. However, because it involved the relationship between Shizong and Huacheng, they There is a bit more danger in it.
After Monk Shuijing finished speaking, Taoist Jifei spoke earnestly: "Le Yangtian, you are not familiar with the cultivation techniques. It is best to leave these matters to your elder brother. After all, the path of cultivation is dangerous..."
Before he could finish his words, there was suddenly a sharp snap from downstairs, followed by another roar like a tiger's roar!
A few seconds later, panicked screams rang out throughout the painting city.
Leyangtian stretched out comfortably, and said casually: "The Immortal is too worried. Those who cultivate heaven may not be superior to others. Before the heavenly tribulation, they were just skins. After the heavenly tribulation, they may not even have the skins." No. Ordinary people have ordinary people's methods. The young man just now, who has never even practiced martial arts, still beat a monk to death, and the monk seemed to be pretty good at it."
Wen Leyang screamed strangely and was about to run away. Leyangtian was startled and shook his fat palms wildly: "Why are you excited!"
With a bang, all the wooden doors of the house were shattered. The young boss Liu Zheng appeared at the door. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wen Leyang was intact: "I hope you're okay." On Liu Zheng's body, he was carrying a backpack he had just bought. The trumpet and his flying sword were among them.
Wen Leyang asked Liu Zheng: "What's going on?"
Liu Zheng sighed and pointed to his sun **: "Master Sanwei, the leader of Eyang Road, is dead. He was shot here."
Leyangtian smiled easily: "The Desert Eagle is nine millimeters, and can penetrate ordinary steel plates, let alone such a soft sun**. No matter who it is, there is an iron lump in the head, and it will not survive. Then he widened his eyes in a pretentious manner: "The person who died was the head of Wufu?"
Old Taoist Jifei's face was full of surprise, and he stood up with a cry: "Impossible, is Sanwei stupid? Let others shoot at him?"
Firearms that have long been a part of scientific and technological civilization are always in conflict with the supernatural powers developed through ancient techniques. Monks are also wary of the powerful impact of firearms, but those who cultivate heaven can rely on their own spiritual senses, especially the need for pistols. Weapons that are only effective at close range are completely useless to masters like Master Sanwei. Sanwei's spiritual sense can detect everything around him at any time. Once someone pulls out a gun, he will be killed before he even has time to lift it and pull the trigger.
Leyang smiled sweetly and answered Jifei Lao Taoist's question: "Huacheng also has some other skills that can allow the shooter to hide the spiritual consciousness of Sanwei." He took a deep breath and looked at Wen Leyang and Xiaozhang. Men Liuzheng: "It's quiet now. If you have anything to talk about, just say it!" (Quanben Novel Website www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)