On the high platform in the center of the lake, a woman in colorful clothes made of yellow paper talismans fell to the ground. She looked around, her eyebrows and eyes were lively, and she was looking at her clearly. She was not a dead puppet, she was clearly a living person.
The old immortal standing on the edge of the high platform, in full view of everyone, took out a small pastel porcelain bottle from his sleeve, opened the cork, threw it to the center of the high platform, and rolled to the feet of the woman in colorful clothes. After a moment of silence, there was a piano.
The sound came out melodiously from the porcelain vase, as if there was a master playing the piano. If there was such a master, he could hear the sound of the piano and he opened his fingers at a slow angle, while the woman in colorful clothes slowly stretched her body to follow the sound of the piano.
Her posture and long sleeves are like colorful flowing clouds.
The sound of the piano paused slightly, and the woman in colorful clothes stopped and maintained a playful posture with her feet raised.
The pink embroidered shoe stood up gently, revealing its sharp corners like a lotus.
After that, the sound of the piano changed from slow to fast, and the beauty's dancing speeded up accordingly, her waist twisted like the wind, and she looked back, full of charm.
When the sound of the piano becomes noisy and intense, like a handful of beads being poured into a jade plate,
The old god smiled slightly and suddenly raised his two sleeves. Four yellow paper talismans floated out from each sleeve. After landing, green smoke filled the air and enveloped the woman in colorful clothes. Everyone only heard the sound of the piano getting faster and faster, but they did not see it.
The beautiful figure was a little anxious and looking forward to it more and more.
In an instant, the sound of the piano suddenly broke loudly, like a silver vase being broken.
At that moment, in the ethereal smoke, eight young women in white clothes appeared quickly and without warning. With the woman in colorful clothes as the center, they jumped out in all directions, holding long swords.
At the same time, those lithe women in white clothes and holding swords all let out a shout, which was similar to the strange sounds made by ancient barbarians when they offered sacrifices to the gods. However, instead of losing their grace, they gave birth to a sense of being unworthy of women.
Unique momentum.
In the waterside pavilion near the lake, the middle-aged military general who led the troops stationed near Rouge County was shocked. He was originally invited here, but it was just out of favor. Now that he saw this scene with his own eyes, he couldn't help but take pictures.
Palm praised: "What a great cavalryman! Especially when several women are charging forward with swords, they have such momentum, it is extremely difficult."
Lord Liu, the county guard, stroked his beard and smiled, nodded in agreement and said, "It's indeed not vulgar."
After that, the sound of the piano went straight into the sky, like spring thunder rolling in the sea of ​​clouds, while the eight girls in white with swords always surrounded the woman in colorful clothes in the center, spinning rapidly, drawing swords like rainbows, while the women in colorful clothes deliberately slowed down the speed of tossing and turning.
It is in sharp contrast to the girl holding the sword who is as fast as thunder. Moreover, many times the girl holding the sword leans back to draw the sword. The tip of the sword is only an inch away from the woman in colorful clothes. It is really dangerous and dangerous. The girl in colorful clothes always smiles like a flower.
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The picture of the high platform in the middle of the lake not only has the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water, but also has the thrilling charm.
The old god smiled slightly and said softly: "Take it!"
When the girl on the high platform was as fast as a dragon, a large swath of bright snow-white sword light splashed out in all directions, reflecting on the faces of the onlookers by the lake from time to time. Many people were so scared that they quickly covered their faces. Then.
At this moment, when the old god said the word "accept",
The eight girls in white suddenly stopped and turned into pieces of yellow paper talismans, hovering in the air. The old god waved, and the yellow papers flew back into the old god's sleeves, like swallows returning to their nests.
The woman in colorful clothes bent down to pick up the porcelain vase, walked slowly, handed it to the old god in person, and smiled brightly at the main seat of the waterside pavilion. Then she was exactly the same as the girl in white clothes, and turned into a piece of yellow paper with rough runes again.
, carefully hidden in the sleeves of the old god.
The skill of the old immortal who came from afar shocked everyone and shocked all the wealthy people in Rouge County who came to join in the fun. Some local "immortal masters" who had previously been provocative had no shame in booing.
The young Taoist priest walked around the official son of the county guard in the middle and asked softly: "Brother Xu, have you seen the truth? Is it a demon? Anyway, there is no movement in my demon bell."
The bearded man ignored it, rubbed his chin and muttered: "One of the girls in white with a mole at the corner of her mouth seems to have a figure as good as that of the girl in colorful clothes."
Liu Gaohua was immersed in the shock of his mind and said to himself: "My magical power is so vast. No wonder there are always people in my writings who want to visit the mountains to visit immortals. If I learn this magical technique, I won't need to go to a brothel to drink wine in the future."
The bearded man came back to his senses and asked the young Taoist priest: "Chen Ping'an hasn't come back yet? He didn't fall into the pit, did he?"
The young Taoist priest said helplessly: "Chen Ping'an has no interest in these things, so he might just sneak away to practice boxing."
The bearded man nodded and said with deep understanding: "Chen Ping'an can definitely do something like this that would disgrace the scenery. In fact, let's ask Mr. Liu to invite us to go to the rouge and gouache lair to keep Chen Ping'an alive the next time he encounters this kind of thing.
I wish I could squat on the edge of the high platform in the middle of the lake."
Could it be that Liu Gaohua said: "Xia Daxia, I am so poor that my family is so poor. It's not like you haven't seen the situation in my house. In the past, I occasionally had romances, and I was dragged along by my friends. To put it bluntly, at first the girls were still
Thinking that I was the son of a county governor, I was willing to say a few words of flattery and throw myself into my arms. Later, everyone behind my back called me a hard-nosed rooster, and they barely showed my face."
The man with the big beard joked: "You are a son of an official, but he is treated like a bird like you, and you are not as good as Liu Gaohua. Why, he has no success in studying, can't inherit his father's business, can't make a living, and can't make money in the right way. In the end, he has nothing to rely on."
, you just spend the whole day traveling around and not doing your job?"
Liu Gaohua's face turned gloomy and he laughed at himself: "If I weren't the only one in the family, my father would still want me to pass on the incense. Otherwise, if I died in the old house, the most he could do would be to write a son-in-law's memorial that would be famous among scholars."
Well, the words must have brought tears to the heart, but in reality, the love between father and son is just like that."
The bearded man peeled off an orange and handed half of it to Liu Gaohua without saying any words of comfort.
In the peaceful years when they have no worries about food and clothing, young people will feel that everything is unsatisfactory.
Only when the real thing comes, will we realize all the misfortunes before, which is also a blessing.
The young Taoist priest was a little worried about Chen Pingan, so he wanted to get up and look for him. However, it turned out that the corridor was already crowded with people and was blocked, so he had to give up.
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When they arrived at a secluded place, Chen Pingan stood under the wall, still seven or eight steps away from the outer wall of the house, and stopped walking forward.
The young man in black squatted on the wall, looked at Chen Ping'an with playful eyes, and said in the authentic Longquan dialect: "I used to be by the stream, and I couldn't tell the depth of your fists. Now I look back and see the one at the Immortal Tomb.
I did play carelessly, so I didn’t lose too unfairly.”
Hear the local sounds from a foreign country.
But Chen Pingan was not happy at all.
This guy is none other than Ma Kuxuan from Xinghua Lane, who was accepted as a disciple by Zhenwushan, one of the ancestral families of the Aquarius Continent military family.
At that time in the Immortal Tomb, Ma Kuxuan wanted to kill the two of them. He deliberately accumulated strength, hoping to kill him and Ning Yao in one go. Only then was Chen Pingan seized the opportunity and almost used the skirt-pressing knife that Ning Yao had temporarily borrowed.
Kill this guy. But the master of Zhenwu Mountain stopped him at that time, and Chen Ping'an failed.
Ma Kuxuan held a handful of salted soybeans in his hand, threw them into his mouth one by one, and ate them with gusto.
When he was in Zhenwu Mountain, he was still worried that this guy from Mud Bottle Alley would die or become an unworthy mortal, and then the revenge of the Immortal Tomb would be very boring in the future. This year
For many years, he, Ma Kuxuan, followed his second master to practice in Zhenwu Mountain. After going up the mountain, he became famous and did not dare to make a name for himself in the whole continent. There were dozens of countries around Zhenwu Mountain. Who didn’t know that there was a man in Zhenwu Mountain who could not be seen in a century?
A genius was born out of nowhere? Among those military strategists and monsters on the mountain, who dared to look askance at him just because he was a high-ranking person?
In just one year, he broke through three realms, and his momentum was overwhelming. Now he is at the peak of the fifth realm, building a house, which scares everyone to death.
On Zhenwu Mountain, in the same battle, there were sixteen battles, large and small, and his horse Ku Xuan was not defeated.
It's a pity that this trip down the mountain to seek revenge, and the happy grudges were barely settled, but still failed to break through the bottleneck of the fifth realm and reach the middle five realms in one fell swoop. Therefore, Ma Kuxuan was not in a good mood and asked the master who accompanied him down the mountain.
He wanted to go back to the mountain first. He said he wanted to relax in the martial arts world and practice with some martial arts masters in the third realm of Qi refining to see if he could use the stones from other mountains to attack jade and successfully break through the realm. But even without the rewards and rewards from Zhenwu Mountain,
With many magic weapons obtained from gambling, Ma Kuxuan traveled alone to the rivers and lakes of the five or six small countries, but he was surprised to find no real master. Most of them were martial artists in the four realms and five realms, seeking fame and reputation, and they simply couldn't withstand a few punches from him.
Ma Kuxuan ate the handful of salted soybeans and said with a smile: "Chen Ping'an, it looks like you are determined to follow the path of a pure martial artist? In fact, it doesn't matter. If we are lucky, the six-level martial artist can make us
Dali has taken his fancy, and when the time comes to find Dangdang, a military general with some real power on the battlefield, you, Chen Ping'an, will be considered a glorious ancestor."
Chen Pingan asked directly: "Are you coming to see me? Or are you just passing by?"
Ma Kuxuan seemed to have heard a big joke and laughed from ear to ear. After finally stopping his laughter, he threw the remaining soybeans into his mouth and sneered: "I'm just passing by, you Chen Ping'an are too stupid."
I took it seriously. As for me, it was because I heard before that there was an unparalleled sword god in Caiyi Country who had lived in seclusion in the mountains for thirty years. Everyone said that his swordsmanship was so powerful that he was even more powerful than the gods on the mountain.
The man with the sword in his heart was very praised. I spent a lot of effort to find him, but he was unwilling to take action and said that he had withdrawn from the world. I was so angry that I searched for him for more than half a month.
There was a reason to send me away, but no matter how I tried, he just retreated without fighting and just ran away. Even if I chased him and punched him to death, I had lost my original intention of finding someone to spar with, so I thought of something
Method, go to the rivers and lakes to find his descendants, carry two heads to find this sword god, and finally be willing to fight with me. How can a five-level warrior with a sword be worthy of the 'Sword God'
Two words, do you think it’s Chen Ping’an?”
Ma Kuxuan was actually taciturn on Zhenwu Mountain. He was by no means such a eloquent person. Except for the occasional enlightenment or breakthrough, he would go out to find people to capture and fight with each other. The rest of the time, he had been in seclusion and practiced hard, except for the name.
Not to mention the master on the mountain, there are two ancestors on Zhenwu Mountain who only gave him boxing skills and taught him the true meaning of military strategism. One was arranged by the sect of Zhenwu Mountain, and the other was Tsui Ma Kuxuan's blue eyes and took the initiative.
He showed up and regarded Ma Kuxuan as the heir to his family's mantle.
Ma Kuxuan himself didn't know why he wanted to talk in front of his peers in Mud Bottle Lane. Of course, after saying what he wanted to say, there were more important things to do.
Like another fight!
Ever since he climbed the mountain, Ma Kuxuan has made a vow that in a fight in the same realm, whether with a Qi practitioner or a pure martial artist, he must win. There is no doubt that this is the case for the lower five realms, and the same should be true for the upcoming middle five realms.
, this will be even more true in the Upper Five Realms in the future!
Therefore, Chen Ping'an, a boy from his hometown, has a small knot in his heart. He is a military practitioner. This knot is far from nothing, but it is disgusting. Of course, Ma Kuxuan is not happy. It can be big on Zhenwu Mountain where gods gather.
To be continued...