Tai sui

Xi Ping recalled a time when a group of children were flying a kite by the Lingyang River. Before the kite got up, a blind dog jumped out of nowhere and got stuck in the string of the kite without knowing it.The urchins chased and shouted again and again, the dog panicked even more, got tangled up in the kite strings, stumbled and fell into the Lingyang River.The waterfowl flocked, and the dog couldn't break free, flapping Xiaoyan's kite into white stripes in the waves.

Xi Ping feels that he is now the weak and helpless kite back then.

The small lotus pond in the backyard is only a few feet deep, and the bottom seems to lead to the East China Sea, and it is impossible to step on the ground.

Xi Ping's facial features were whipped back and forth by the spray, as if he was about to sink to the center of the earth.Numerous mirage-like images in the water passed him faintly, dissipating before he could catch them.The sound of that lunatic's shout hit his spiritual altar wave after wave. The meridians all over his body seemed to be tightened by something, and they were tightly bound to his flesh and blood. .

"Shiyong," Zhou Ying immediately sensed that something was wrong with him through the water dragon ball, "the water dragon ball recognizes you as the master, smash it with real yuan, take the opportunity to escape, and if you are exposed, you will be exposed, and you will find a way later, don't get entangled with him .”

Xi Ping already tasted the blood in his mouth, and said in his heart: Didn't that make Xu Rucheng a trap?

"Wait, wait..." Xi Ping was distracted with difficulty and sent out a sentence, "I think he is testing me, he has been watching me secretly for so long, and risked running around between the main peaks of the three mountains to connect with me, not just to clean up the details ——I don't believe that Sanyue Mountain is so extravagant that it uses Shengling to patrol the mountain."

"Don't think about cooperating with Wuxinlian. He may have bad intentions for Sanyue, but he definitely doesn't want to win with you. For a little peace, as long as he has a knife in his hand, this kind of person can cut himself into pieces. Don't you Playing with fire... I don't agree with you!"

"calm"?

Xi Ping was stunned for a moment, and caught Zhou Ying's peculiar wording.

The rare similar situation, the subtly similar situation, Xi Ping suddenly felt that even if the third brother is not bald or self-harm, he can be called the most "wan" man in Quan Jinping, to some extent, he also understands this lotus essence.

Xi Ping crossed the Tai Sui Qin, and the sound of the piano that he used as a sword turned, and the sharp and monotonous sword intent instantly slid into a piece of piano music, seamlessly connected.The tune was improvised, high-pitched and rapid, subtly supporting the screaming Zhuo Ming, and the rhythm fit as if it was accompaniment to Zhuo Ming.

Zhuo Ming's screeching sound, which couldn't be stopped at all, was chased by the sound of the piano, and the tune couldn't be shaken off, making the atmosphere suddenly strange.Zhuo Ming doesn't sound like crazy, but rather like a minority drama in a remote area hanging his voice there, quite strange and beautiful - although Yu Ganggong is bragging in ten or nine sentences, but occasionally there are some truths, he You can really make a donkey with a loud voice into a famous actress!

Zhuo Ming must have never reached such an artistic height, and he couldn't stop howling halfway through, and turned his head to stare at Xi Ping with "you are sick".

Xi Ping pressed down on the strings, opened his mouth and spit out a bubble, forcing the surrounding water waves to cover his mouth and nose: "Why did you stop? Your voice is quite bright. Come on again."

Zhuo Ming: "..."

His figure elongated slowly, at least the upper half of his body grew to the stature of a normal man, and his facial features gradually returned to their original positions. His two mouths merged into one, revealing a rather plain and indifferent face.

"Smoky Cloud Willow..."

Xi Ping raised his hand to interrupt him: "Stop, my name is not 'Yanyunliu'."

This name always reminded him of Xiao Dan in the Snake King Immortal Palace.

"You can call me 'Tai Sui'."

Xi Ping's spiritual sense is far stronger than ordinary ascension spirits, and when he is particularly concentrated, he is almost unaffected by the "imitation"... The disadvantage is that he forgot that he is still wearing the spiritual mask of a beautiful maid at the moment. Nondescript, a little amusing.

Zhuo Ming didn't smile, and after listening seriously, he nodded seriously: "This name is good, my name is unrecognizable, not good, I should change my name too."

Yu Gan Gongxin, a professional elopement accountant, plucked the piano, and enthusiastically offered a suggestion: "You can call it 'lovesickness'."

Zhuo Ming stretched his neck a foot in bewilderment, and approached Xi Ping: "Why am I called 'Lovesick'?"

Xi Ping plucked the zither strings: "For example, if you want to kill Elder Xuanwu, most people will say that the rebellious disciple is insane and deceived the master to destroy the ancestor. Is there any interest in this story? Anyway, I can fall asleep. But If you are willing to call it 'Lovesickness', when people talk about it, it will become 'Elder Xuan Wu was plotted to die by Lovesickness', I guarantee that you two, master and apprentice, will be famous in history for 1 years, and Lingshan will lose you both None will be forgotten."

Zhuo Ming's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his head moved closer to Xi Ping inch by inch, almost touching him: "Who told you that I want to kill Xuanwu?"

Xi Ping looked back without avoiding: "For example, it's not true. Any resemblance is purely coincidental."

Zhuo Ming let out a sharp "ha" laugh from his throat, his neck retracted to normal length, and with a flick of his sleeves, the surrounding water became clear.

Following his gaze, Xi Ping raised his head and saw that after the muddy water calmed down, the top of his head was less than a foot above the water surface, and with the eyesight of a monk, he could clearly see the surrounding environment.

They are in the middle of a huge pond, and next to it is a competition platform spread by mustard seeds. Between the mountain walls, there are countless palaces and buildings inlaid on it. Seats are much more presentable.

A guess immediately popped up in Xi Ping's mind, and he couldn't help floating up a bit, trying to see clearly: "This is Zhongzuo?"

"I advise you not to move around." Zhuo Ming stopped yelling, but his voice was clear and somewhat deep, "The middle seat is so heavy that even a fly cannot enter it."

Xi Ping attached all his inspiration to his eyes, only then did he realize that the inscription magic circle is everywhere here, and there are magic circle spirit lines floating in the air—only when the wind blows, there will be slight waves, which can be seen through the refraction of the water surface A little clue to come.

"Aren't they afraid to suck the magic circle into their lungs?"

"No, everyone in Zhongzuo is on the roster. Xianshan remembers these people, and the magic circle will automatically avoid them-but the three peaks in the east, middle and west do not communicate with each other. If you poke your head, the magic circle will still be sucked in The lungs were blown into fish bubbles." Zhuo Ming said coldly, "Only I can freely come and go between the three main peaks, and act as a wall for my master who is about to die from 'lovesickness'."

really.

Xi Ping thought in his heart: He acquiesced to the words that he wanted to kill Xuanwu just now.

At this time, Zhuo Ming said: "I know you came here for the furnace."

Xi Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he saw Zhuo Ming looking up at the palace on the top of the cloud: "200 years ago, when the country was destroyed, Sanyue got Hui Xiangjun's natal magic weapon, the outer furnace. No one has seen it since it was brought back. It has been kept by the head of the sect himself. After that, the head of the sect has been closed... It has been 200 years."

Xi Ping suspected that the bald man had been concussed by the splash of water: "Is there some grammatical error in what you said? Why does it sound like the head of your sect retreating with the relics of Mr. Huixiang? A cicada molted to the peak, relying on the magic weapon of ascension to reach the moon Full?"

How is that different from using the Thousand-Character Essay as a reference book before the exam?

Zhuo Ming nodded calmly: "You speak Chu language well."

Xi Ping couldn't help asking: "Is the head of your sect going crazy? Has no one stopped you from such absurd things?"

"God knows this matter, and I know what I don't know. Now there is one more you." Zhuo Ming said, "Since you have seen Pofa and Wangchuan, you should know that Yongchun Brocade cannot be placed in Lingshan. In the ranks, she is an outsider."

It took Xi Ping a half a beat to realize: "Yongchun Brocade" is the companion wood of Mr. Hui Xiang, and this bald man who likes to give people nicknames used it to refer to Mr. Hui Xiang.

"But you didn't say a word right, the head may indeed be dying soon, he went the wrong way." Zhuo Ming's voice became strangely soft again, "With my cultivation, I don't understand where he went wrong But my inspiration can clearly see the aura that is rapidly overflowing in the Immortal Palace on the Clouds, and it is about to fall, otherwise Xuan Wu would not be forced to go to retreat under the influence of the silver moon wheel... Just at this time, you are here, is it a coincidence?"

Xi Ping was shocked.

Back then when he strayed into Wuduhai and encountered Yuanhui Yingu, he had a vague feeling of being at the mercy of something.

Qiu Sha also said that once a monk who is not recognized by Lingshan wants to cross the Ascension to Lingguan, the law of heaven will not tolerate it, and natural disasters and man-made disasters will be brought down one after another in the fastest time to wipe out these ants who dare to defy the will of heaven.

Many things seem to be coincidental, but when I think about it carefully, they all seem to be pushed by invisible hands.

Mr. Huixiang died 800 years ago. Huawailu was transferred from Lancang to Sanyue. No one thought about it—the art of refining is not good at fighting, and never seeks trouble. Not everyone can do it.

Could it be that this time he went to Sanyue to steal the outer furnace...is it also an arrangement?

"Heaven and earth have been fighting." Zhuo Ming said meaningfully, "The ancient demon god fell, leaving his own companion tree, looking for a successor, and fighting against the heaven. You have inherited the unruly way, and you are one of my generation." People, this life can no longer integrate into the orthodoxy of Lingshan, either hide in the wood and wait for the heavens to find you and destroy you at any time, or become enemies of the gods and gods, smash the three thousand roads, and change the sky - there is no third road."

Hearing these words, Xi Ping felt very uncomfortable for no reason, and thought to himself: Is there any love, my master will not leave here.

"It seems that I'm just a pawn in this game." Xi Ping said calmly, "I don't know what I can do when the cicadas slough off and seize power. If you don't come out, you really don't deserve to be with the lovesick brother."

Zhuo Ming calmed down and looked like a human being, and he couldn't see the crazy appearance before: "It's a long story."

"It's okay," Xi Ping said, "I can't suffocate to death if I live in the water for a year or so."

"During the war between gods and demons, Emperor Yuemanxuan of Sanyue Mountain had a lifelong enemy. That ancient demon god had dozens of names, and no one could remember them except himself. At that time, they all called him 'Wuxin' by his companion tree. Lian'. This person is insane, like a gu cup. He keeps fighting with himself. When he encounters a strong enemy, he can escape part of him every time. No matter how hard he kills him, he can't die.

"He lingered until Lingshan fell, and the moon was full for Emperor Xuandi of Western Chu. All the other demon gods in the world had gone with the wind, and he became the only ancient demon god in the world who saw Lingshan alive. Finally, he was blocked by Emperor Xuan and his masters. Now, under the pressure of the full moon saint realm, Wuxinlian had nowhere to hide, and was cut down at the foot of Sanyue Mountain. In order to prevent any more "lotus seeds" from slipping through the net, Emperor Xuan sealed the lotus pod of Wuxinlian into the silver moon wheel.

"Thousands of years later, the descendants of Emperor Xuan, the Dongheng Xiang family, have controlled Sanyue Mountain for thousands of years, but the descendants have become less and less up to date. The head has reached the peak of the cicada, and has been trying to break through. He has no time to take care of trivial matters, but has no time People were available, so he had to settle for the next best thing and use Xuanwu, the "half Xiang family". But he was not worried about Xuanwu, so he hung the silver moon wheel on the east seat. On the surface, he handed over the power of the three mountains to Xuanwu. In the hand, it is actually a kind of surveillance. Once the great elder has deviant behavior, Zhenshan artifact will not spare him.

"Elder Xuanwu has been guarding the mountain of Xiang's family conscientiously for hundreds of years, until by chance, he got a top-level inspiration with an embarrassing background, and brought him to Lingshan as a disciple. He took good care of him and recuperated for a hundred years. Let the paralyzed man open his spirit orifices and form his spirit bones, walk, sit and lie down like ordinary people, just waiting to pass the test of the master and inherit the Taoist heart. Then he was given a big gift by the master... The elder tried his best to shed his Taoism The Dharma protector sent his disciples into the silver moon wheel and obtained the Dao Heart of the ancient demon god Wuxinlian, but he turned gray all night and had to recuperate for a hundred years before leaving the customs. His teacher's kindness can be said to be more important than the three mountains and as deep as the South Sea."

When Xi Ping first heard the ancient secrets, he was still relaying them to Zhou Ying in the Reincarnation Wood, but at the end he was so dumbfounded that he couldn't care less about learning words.

"So the lotus seeds in the silver moon wheel are moldy... have sprouted?" Xi Ping thought of Qiu Sha who was swept into dust by the moonlight in Tao County, and couldn't help admiring Zhuo Ming who was able to maintain most of the "vessel shape" in front of him, " How did you survive?"

"Rely on my Master Cicada." Zhuo Ming said softly, "Master put half of his true energy on me. Once he withdraws, I will be strangled by the silver moon wheel. But at the same time, I have become a new Wuxin Lian, living in symbiosis with Yinyuelun, I am like a half of the magic weapon in Sanyue Mountain. He controls the noose around his neck by the head of Yinyuelun through me. Yinyuelun, me, and Master, no one can do without anyone, do you think you are smart or not?"

Xi Ping praised: "Talent!"

"I don't believe that when the master is about to fall, he didn't arrange his funeral. At that time, there will be a contest between the brothers." Zhuo Ming said, "It is said that the outer furnace can completely hold the true essence of cicadas, and then the Pofa and Wangchuan can be refined. The supernatural substance can block the Zhenshan artifact. I can help you get the supernatural furnace, but I want to be the first to use it, and I want to get rid of the silver moon wheel."

Xi Ping thought for a while: "Hua Wai Lu is actually sitting under the butt of the head of your sect. We didn't even expect to be beaten to death, otherwise we wouldn't waste this effort—I don't seem to have any other choice but to agree." .”

"You can also give up the furnace and get away with it." Zhuo Ming smiled, "You should still have this means."