? "Fellow Taoist Wuxie is very powerful, Lao Qiu admires it.-- ."

In desperation, Lao Qiu had to ask An Bochen for help.

An Bochen looked at Lao Qiu: "Does Fellow Daoist Qiu think that you are wearing the Taoist robe of the Dragon Spear Gate, and the people from the Eight Sword Alliance will not recognize your bearded man?"

Lu Zhoulei smiled when he heard this. Lu Zhoushuang wanted to scold him, but thought about it but didn't speak.

"Then... I'll change my face." Old Qiu scratched his head and said with a red face.

"Forget it, there are many mysterious immortals at this conference. Even if you use the art of change, you will probably be able to see through it." An Bochen said, lifting the bird cage in his hand and singing softly as he learned to the bird's singing.

Lu Zhoushuang and Lu Zhoulei had long been curious about the bird cage that had been held in the hands of fellow Taoist Wuxie, thinking that if it weren't for this bird cage, fellow Taoist Wuxie would have been even more charming. Under the gaze of the Lu brothers, the bird in the cage shook his body, raised his head and let out a roar, and then flew out of the bird's back. At first, it was very small, but gradually became bigger, but it was a young man wearing a red dress riding a flying elephant.

The Lu brothers were amazed and said that it was the magic of Wuxie Taoist Taoist. Lao Qiu was very knowledgeable. At first, he didn't pay much attention to the bird cage. At this time, he stood behind the Lu brothers, staring at the bird cage in shock, and looked up at An Bochen for a while, looking at An Bochen with a surprised face. With Lao Qiu's knowledge, he couldn't tell that the bird in the cage was not an ordinary bird, but a flying magic that was rare in ancient times.

This flying craft is different from the ordinary flying craft. It looks like a bird that is just a cage, the size of a palm, but once released, it can turn into a giant bird like a sea. The bird's back is often buried in a towering mountain. The big one can carry millions of people, and the small one can also carry tens of thousands of people. To refine such a magic craft, it requires not only some unheard of precious materials, but also requires the refiners to have profound Taoism.

Lao Qiu's reaction naturally could not escape An Bochen's eyes, and An Bochen had no intention of hiding anything.

It took him fifty years to refine this flying magic. Fortunately, there is the Zhoutian Palace, which is one year in which to practice in the Zhoutian Palace. In addition to spending time and rare materials, the Zhoutian Palace is also the result of An Bochen's enlightenment of the small way. Just like a mortal craftsman carving a real dragon on a rice grain, in addition to skills, it also requires artistic conception.

"Boss."

The young man in red flew out of the flying sky and bowed respectfully to An Bochen, and his voice was clear.

The boy in red has a pretty face and a thin figure, and is more feminine. With his red clothes, if he doesn't look carefully, he will think he is a girl.

"Red Yi, can you and the mistress learn a little success?" An Bochen asked.

"It's almost seven or eight points before small success." said the boy in red. He stared at Lao Qiu, with a charming look but a little exaggerated, as if he was watching a lamb to be slaughtered.

The boy in red was Hongyi. At that time, Sima Jin chose one of the three talented servants for An Bochen. He was in the short boat trip in life. Later, the short boat trip was handed over to Qingyi. Hongyi and Baiyi went to Zhoutian Palace to take charge of affairs. Sima Jin once practiced and was bored and taught her unique disguise skills to Hongyi, which made An Bochen laugh at her for a long time. The three of Hongyi are very talented and learn everything very quickly. Sima Jin's disguise skills are her unique magical powers. After a little modification, they taught Hongyi. Hongyi has actually achieved some success, but because he is humble and cautious by nature, he said that he can only know how to be seven or eight points.

"If you have Qingyi's three-point freedom and confidence, I can let you go and experience it in this chaotic furnace."

An Bochen sneered.

"Everyone has his own ambitions and cannot force it. This is the teaching of the boss in the past." Hongyi smiled faintly and said to An Bochen neither humble nor arrogantly.

Neither of the Lu family and Lao Qiu spoke, and looked at the conversation between the master and servant in front of him, they felt a little inferior. The temperament displayed by the boy in red was much higher than that of many famous real immortals. He was humble and polite, unstoppable and condemned, and had a regular attitude towards advancement and retreat. It was by no means cultivated by the dirty forces in the secular world. What kind of person is he? Who is he? How could a person like him be unknown?

"Okay, Hongyi, go and help Lao Qiu disguise. Lao Qiu, what do you want to become?"

An Bochen turned his head and looked at Lao Qiu.

Lao Qiu looked at the face and was about to say something. An Bochen was already pointing his fingers deep in his fingers and pointed at the center of Hongyi's eyebrows: "Just help him draw it like this."

"Try to red clothes."

The boy in red smiled softly, then took out the incense platform and paintbrush from his arms and walked to Lao Qiu.

Walking on the cloud platform, the white cranes flew over their feathers.

At dusk, the sunset is just hot. Many monks climbed Qingtian Peak from the cloud ladder, calling friends, singing loudly, and inspiring their spirits. No one noticed that something wonderful was happening in the clouds that could not be captured by their naked eyes.

"That's it, the work is done."

The red dress blew out the candlelight, put down the brush, and said to the man in front of him with a smile.

"Old Qiu, it turns out that this is what you want to become."

Lu Zhoulei looked at Lao Qiu and almost smiled and said with a crooked mouth.

Lao Qiu didn't say anything. He was looking at his new face in front of the mirror handed over by the red shirt. This face was very different from his previous rough and unruly style. It was too elegant and so pretty that it almost looked like a novice face. It inevitably made others think that he actually envy those handsome and beautiful men. In fact, this face had a master in the past, and its master was Wu Hao, who was also the comrade who blocked the sword for him that year. Every night, Lao Qiu looked at the southeast moon from afar, where the water clouds were floating, he would always be unable to help missing his former comrades, missing the man who sacrificed himself to hug the light sword and urged him to leave quickly. But when the dawn came, it shone on the earth, it also dispelled Lao Qiu's last illusion.

Lao Qiu didn't go to explain to Lu Zhoulei. The more he explained some things, the more pretentious they became, the further away from their original hearts. He bowed to Hongyi and An Bochen in turn: "Thank you."

"This won't work. The God of Lightless Swords may still remember it." An Bochen glanced at Lao Qiu and shook his head.

Lao Qiu knew at this time that his thoughts could not be hidden from this Wuxie fellow Taoist. While sighing in his heart, he unconsciously felt a sense of dependence that he had never had in recent years.

"Red clothes, draw two more strokes, just like it but not like it." An Bochen said.

The boy in red nodded. He stared at Lao Qiu with an extremely focused look, raised his pen for a while, and outlined it on Lao Qiu's cheek.

Just one stroke left, Lu Zhoulei next to him exclaimed.

At first glance, Lao Qiu's face looked almost the same as before, but when you look closely, you will find that there are two completely different people. It is difficult to explain clearly where the difference is, and it seems that there is a very vague and not surprising appearance.

"It's a small achievement to be able to paint the skin. Even if the Xuanxian Zhenxian is not deliberately used, you will not be able to see through your disguise technique."

Amberchen said to Hongyi.

Hongyi held back the joy, but she couldn't help but betray him the corners of her raised mouth, as if she would be lucky enough to get An Bochen's praise.

"Boss, Hongyi said goodbye."

Farewell to Amberchen and Lao Qiu, Hongyi flashed into the bird cage in Amberchen's hand, and flew towards the white bird that Ou was screaming. In a blink of an eye, it fell into the bird feathers. The bird also returned to calm and gradually became as stiff as a mud carving.

The Lu brothers and sisters were surprised and surprised, looking at the white bird, but no matter how they used their magical powers, they saw only an ordinary bird and bird, and they could not find a place to hide in the red clothes. After hesitating for a while, the Lu brothers and sisters and sisters were embarrassed to ask.

Naturally, An Bochen would not take the initiative to explain to them, and waved his hand: "Everything is right, now we are just waiting for the road to begin. Let's go."

After saying that, An Bochen flew up the cliff with his bird cage on the white crane.

Not to mention the white crane that Anbochen was riding, the two white cranes carrying Lao Qiu and the Lu brothers did not dare to approach Anbochen, and followed Anbochen in fear. What made them fear was not Anbochen or the white crane under Anbochen, but the Zhoutian Palace hidden in the bird cage held in Anbochen's hand.

What kind of existence is Zhoutian Palace? If it were decades ago, when Zhoutian Palace was just born, I am afraid that An Bochen himself would not be able to explain it clearly. Now An Bochen no longer has any questions. The formation of Zhoutian Palace is because An Bochen became the representative of Zhoutian. Since it is the representative of Zhoutian, everything in the great Zhoutian can be reflected on him, and the small Zhoutian in his body can also be reflected on the great Zhoutian outside the body. Also, the immortal palace in An Bochen's body was reborn after his Nirvana rebirth and was built into the Tianque Palace. Correspondingly, a Zhoutian Palace and the Three Gods in the Zhoutian Palace appeared above Zhoutian.

If An Bochen dies one day, the Zhoutian Palace will also disappear.

In a sense, the Zhoutian Palace is more like a magic weapon that exists between heaven and earth because of the existence of Anbochen. It is only controlled by Anbochen and can be stored anywhere in the Great Zhoutian. From the nine heavens to the heart of the Yellow Spring Sea, it can naturally be placed in the flying magic car by Anbochen.

After climbing Qingtian Peak, An Bochen and the other two found a secluded and deserted place to grow bigger, and then walked towards the square in front of the hall.

The building on Qingtian Peak is grand and magnificent. The square in front of the hall covers an area of ​​nearly 100 acres. There is a giant sword about thirty feet high in all directions. The giant sword is inlaid with blue dragons, vermilion birds, black trunks and kirins. There is also a giant sword in the Yin-Yang pattern in the center of the square. This sword is not long, not to mention thirty feet, even three feet, but the momentum it emits is far from comparable to the four swords around it.

"No lightsabers."

Staring at the seemingly unusual flying sword on the Yin-Yang pattern, Lao Qiu stopped and stared at it gritted his teeth.

"This is the lightless sword? Why was it put here? Could it be that the lightless sword god Qin Yu is no longer there?"

Lu Zhoulei asked in surprise.

After he finished speaking, Lu Zhoushuang and Lao Qiu turned their heads at the same time, showing a look of panic on their faces.

"Zhoulei, what are you talking nonsense! You're desperate!" Lu Zhoushuang scolded angrily.

"It's okay."

But An Bochen said with a sleeve of his robe. His movements were a bit special, as if he was sweeping away something from the air.

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