Something is wrong with Jian Zun

After being slaughtered by the monster clan, the luxuriant dreamlike peach blossom forest outside Lihai Liuming Sect withered away, and there were no new buds or buds for decades.

When Luming Sect was rebuilt, no one cared about the peach blossom grove. Even if someone spoke up, they were blocked by the cold gaze of the young sect master, and dared not speak any more.

Snow-white boots brushed across the scorched soil like clouds, Xie Ming walked in the withered forest, and the clear sunlight could not penetrate the dead branches, everything was like ghost claws with teeth and claws.

All this is pulling him into the nightmare he once had.

This is Xie Ming's forbidden place.

After walking for a long time among the withered forests, an incompatible crimson suddenly appeared in his sight.

Xie Ming raised his head slightly, Ming Hong called out his sheath in response, and made a "clang" sound as clear as a dragon's chant.

The man in scarlet clothes stood beside a dead tree, caressing the rough bark lines with his fair fingertips leisurely, and smiled sideways: "What are you so excited about, I'm not here to fight with you."

Xie Ming's eyes were dark, holding the hilt of the sword, his light-colored pupils were as hard as ice.

The man in scarlet clothes was still not afraid of death, so he knocked on the peach tree next to him: "It's better to cut them down if they are to die like this. Compare the peach blossoms on Fuyue Mountain."

Xie Ming said lightly: "I'll give you three breaths to escape, if you don't leave within three breaths, then leave your hand behind."

"Tsk tsk, Sect Master Xie is too rough."

The scarlet-clothed man just smiled, and a white light suddenly lit up at his fingertips.

Before Xie Ming raised his vigilance, in an instant, there were many crimson shadows. Wherever he looked, countless peach blossoms bloomed among the withered branches, and the black and white world was splashed with red ink, which suddenly disrupted everything.

"Thank you, Sect Master, please spare my life?"

Xie Ming suddenly opened his eyes, and his usual steady breathing became a little short.

In front of him is a pile of bright bonfires. The little fat bird leans on the bonfire with its thin legs propped on the ground and its wings spread wide. Sitting across from him, he touched a slender branch from nowhere, and poked the little fat bird's furry stomach with his cheap hands. The two seemed to be in a confrontation.

Seeing that Xie Ming opened his eyes, Chu Zhaoliu raised his eyes and smiled: "I didn't expect you to fall into deep meditation when you were meditating, and you were so engrossed when you saw something? Do I have to be touched that Lord Jianzun dared to look at me?" Let your guard down."

Xie Ming was slightly stunned, looking at the face in front of him that was exactly the same as in the dream, his throat tightened for a moment.

The Peach Blossom Forest was revived when he rebuilt the Luming School.

The illusion woven by Huoyao dare not be too different from the reality, otherwise it will be noticed immediately, but it is at a similar time that the details are inserted at the bottom, which makes it more difficult to guard against.

As Tan Yuan said.

Those are all fake.

But everything experienced in the illusion is real.

...Besides, what happened in the dream was indeed something that Chu Zhaoliu could do.

"Thank you three!"

Chu Zhaoliu's face suddenly turned pale, and he exclaimed: "Take care of your son!!!"

Jiujiu, who had been at odds with Chu Zhaoliu for a long time, took advantage of his distraction, and suddenly flicked along the branch with lightning speed, and the bird arrived before Jiujiu, and was very excited: "Jiujiu!"

Finally able to fall into the arms of mother!

Xie Ming came back to his senses, but there was no movement of his hand. The little fat bird slapped his hand, looked at him resentfully, shook the fluff on his body, defeated with its pointed beak, and rallied to prepare Fight again next time.

Chu Zhaoliu muttered and sat down again, heaved a sigh of relief, and negotiated earnestly with Xiao Feijiu: "As the saying goes, if you have milk, you are your mother. I am not your mother, but the one next to you is. Wen Yang, isn't that enough for you to recognize your relatives?"

Jiujiu was spinning in Xie Mo's hand: "Jiujiu."

"I understand that you want both father and mother, but you have to urge your father to find a Taoist companion. It is useless for you to find me."

"Choo Choo Choo!"

"Chirping is useless." Chu Zhaoliu said coldly and ruthlessly, "Did you see the pile of torches in front of me? If you get into my hands, you will become a burning bird in no time."

One person and one bird chirped, Jiujiu seemed to be irritated by his mother's attitude, suddenly lowered his head, flames danced in those black bean eyes, and opened his mouth.

The flame was sucked by it, and all of it was eaten into the stomach!

That was not a common fire, but a real fire specially ignited by Chu Zhaoliu with spiritual power.

There was a sudden darkness in front of the eyes, without the temperature of the fire, the chill of autumn hit.

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

The little fat bird patted his stomach, burped with a burst of flames, and looked at Chu Zhaoliu triumphantly.

I almost forgot, this little thing is really a beast.

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't help laughing and said, "I'll do it for you."

The little fat bird, who had eaten and drank enough, spread his legs apart, tilted his head, and fell asleep in Xie Ming's hands.

Chu Zhaoliu had had enough of arguing with a bird, and when he noticed Xie Ming's gaze, he shook his fan: "You don't take care of your bird, it's close to me all day long, you don't care about it when you're young, and you can't control it even more when you grow up. .”

I don't know if the person in the dream is a real person, but this temperament is really carved out of the same mold.

Xie Ming put the little guy on the front of his chest, and glanced at him: "I didn't expect that you could be so intoxicated with a bird."

"Who makes it as fun as you? If it's not fun, I don't bother to tease it."

Chu Zhaoliu was not ashamed, but rather proud. With a lazy smile on his face, he snapped his fingers and lit the bonfire again: "I heard that the bamboo building will open in three days. Are you sure where we are going?" Yes?"

The two of them had been away from Lingwu Valley for a few days, and they were traveling westward, inquiring about the traces of the bamboo building along the way.

This way, Chu Zhaoliu was a little suspicious as he got closer and closer to the worldly city.

I heard that the bamboo building is so mysterious, it shouldn't appear in a corner of a deep mountain and old forest on a full moon night, and there must be some mysterious rituals when entering, this is in line with the temperament of the elusive, right?

Xie Ming calmly said "um".

Hearing his confirmation, Chu Zhaoliu put away his doubts, and then remembered something: "Speaking of it, Xie San."

"Ok?"

Is this the default nickname?Chu Zhaoliu secretly smiled in his heart: "I'm really puzzled, why did you want to let the plum blossoms bloom again that day?"

Xie Ming was dumb for a while, and remained silent for a moment, with a low voice: "I learned it from a person."

"Who is it? It's not good to teach me that." Chu Zhaoliu held his cheeks and asked about gossip with great interest.

"Don't teach well?"

Chu Zhaoliu nodded heavily, thought for a while, and explained earnestly: "If I do this to someone, it's probably because I want to pick him up. Don't imitate this trick. It's like coaxing a little girl. If I were a little girl, I would You should have been tricked."

Xie Ming: "...then who did you do it to?"

Chu Zhaoliu thought hard for a while, but didn't notice that Xie Ming's eyes gradually became darker as he thought deeply, and finally spread his hands: "Not yet."

The corner of Xie Ming's lips twitched lightly, and it was hard to tell whether it was a smile or a cold snort, but his voice was as cold as ever: "Well, keep it up."

It was difficult for Chu Zhaoliu to tell whether Xie Ming was cursing him for not being able to find a Taoist companion in his lifetime so that he could pay off his words in the underground palace that day.

After all, Xie Ming is a person who keeps his grudges in his heart, and stabs someone unexpectedly, which is very difficult to guard against.

After resting overnight, when the sky was bright, the two continued westward.

The two of them were getting closer and closer to the smoky western border. If they traveled westward for more than ten days and crossed the Linghe River, there would be a world where demon cultivators run rampant, Xizhou, just across the bank.

A piece of land in Xizhou can be twice as big as Suyang, and there are countless people who are not righteous, or go crazy... All kinds of crooked demons and evil ways take root in Xizhou. According to the propaganda of the Tiandao League, it is a place that eats people without spit out bones. Chu Zhaoliu was limited by his body, so he hadn't been to this place yet.

Over the past hundred years, the Demon Cultivator has been at odds with the righteous way, but the Demon Cultivator is in a leaderless state. On the other hand, the righteous monks gather together. No matter how unwilling the Demon Cultivator is, he has been firmly suppressed in Xizhou. He has not invaded much. The recent frequent actions are a bit weird. Just like the news I heard in the Chu family, because of the intrusion of the demon cultivators, the further west you go, the more desolate it becomes.

When we arrived at the target city, it happened to be the fifteenth day of the winter month. The place was to the north, and there was already a thin snowfall. When we entered the city, the cities we passed along the way were not as lively as they were, and it was clear and cold.

Chu Zhaoliu really couldn't see where Tingzhulou would emerge from, so he looked at Xie Ming suspiciously: "Where are you going now?"

Xie Ming didn't say much, and led him to the bustling street in the city - Hualiu Lane.

Chu Zhaoliu never thought that Xie Ming would bring him to such a place in his life, and his eyes widened in surprise: "No, brother Xie, right now, you want to invite me to drink flower wine?"

The teasing taste in that voice was even stronger, Xie Ming gave him a fair look, and walked straight to a relatively deserted shop.

Chu Zhaoliu was still laughing desperately: "This business is not good, and the quality doesn't seem to be good. Would you like me to teach you how to drink flower wine?"

Xie Ming stretched out his hand expressionlessly, took out a mask out of nowhere, covered his face with a "slap", and stepped into the door with his collar.

The world in front of him suddenly distorted and changed, Chu Zhaoliu narrowed his eyes, and when he became clear, there was a fairyland shrouded in clouds and mist in front of him. There were two or three people in groups, each wearing a mask, and an exquisite small building in front of him was covered with clouds and fog. Covered by a bamboo forest in the periphery, the sound of silk and bamboo and the aroma of wine are scattered in the air, and the sensual enjoyment is excellent.

If Chu Zhaoliu has realized something, he is afraid that what is erratic in the rumors is not the Tingzhulou, but the teleportation array leading to the Tingzhulou.

Xie Ming also put on a mask again, and said in a cold voice, "Go in."

Chu Zhaoliu reflexively asked, "What are you doing in there?"

Don't you want to meet the host who listened to the bamboo?

The corner of Xie Ming's mouth twitched coldly: "Please teach me how to drink flower wine."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

here we go again!Bad-tempered lady!

He straightened the mask on his face, waved his fan, without showing any timidity, and looked suave and suave: "Let's go, I want to see how beautiful that landlord is."

Xie Ming ignored him, and his footsteps became faintly faster.

Entering the Tingzhu Building, the first thing you see is rows of gaming tables.

Standing beside each table is a beautiful woman in a white robe with green bamboo embroidered on her shoulders, smiling and distributing chips to the gamblers, her eyebrows swaying, attracting many monks to participate in the gambling game.

The surrounding area was chaotic and noisy, wearing a mask would lose your demeanor, and the table in front of you didn't know what you were betting on. A monk with a blushing face and a thick neck pointed at the opposite side and cursed: "I don't accept it, you're cheating!"

The man on the other side spread his hands: "Then you show evidence, and you are willing to gamble and admit defeat. If you refuse to admit defeat, you just pour dirty water on me like this? Isn't it the sword of life? If you give it to me, I don't want it too much."

Chu Zhaoliu paused, couldn't help taking another look, and clicked his tongue: "You've lost your mind when you gambled, you even gambled with the sword of life."

The natal sword is nourished by essence, blood and spiritual power. For sword cultivators, it is almost a symbiotic existence. The sword is with people, and the sword destroys people. In addition, most sword cultivators love swords like crazy, offering them like wives.

Going out to gamble with the natal sword is almost the same as betting on your own life.

Just like Ming Hong is Xie Ming's natal sword.

Although Xie Ming disliked Minghong's noisy sword spirit, even if he was crazy, he would not take Minghong out to gamble.

The sword cultivator who gambled his natal sword was even more angry. From his voice, he could hear that he was extremely young, even immature, and his whole body was trembling: "You provoked me on purpose! No one can win five games in a row, you must be out of luck!" !"

The smile of the beauty standing by the table remained unchanged: "My guest, you have lost."

Many people gathered around to watch the fun, whispering to each other: "Tsk tsk, young people nowadays dare to bet on their natal sword after being provoked by a few words."

"It's as if you weren't the one who made the fuss just now."

"Isn't the infamous 'Jianjian Lord' on the opposite side, he likes to trick these young people for fun, taking away their natal sword, either forcing them to sign a master-servant blood contract with themselves, or melting their swords Refining his own sword, I heard that he has never lost before, I dare say, he must be a thousand times."

"It doesn't matter if it's out of the way, as long as the people who listen to the bamboo building can't see it, it will be compliant by default."

Chu Zhaoliu listened carefully, looked at the proud smiling face of the person opposite, suddenly became interested, and tugged at Xie Ming's sleeve: "Brother Xie, I want to play."

Xie Ming glanced at his hand on his sleeve.

If it were someone else, let alone touching his sleeve, they would be bounced away when they got close.

"Are you okay?" Chu Zhaoliu blinked his eyes, and with an idea, his voice softened, and he played the usual coquettish tune with his elder brother.

Xie Ming's thick eyelashes drooped, his Adam's apple rolled, and after a while, he calmly uttered a word: "Okay."

Chu Zhaoliu immediately smiled and raised his hand to move forward: "We are with this little brother, and he lost, can we continue to gamble?"

Unexpectedly, someone would intervene, everyone was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out where this idiot came from.

The young sword cultivator who was choking with anger also turned his head in a daze, his eyes were red under the mask.

On the other hand, the girl standing by the gaming table still maintained a kind smile: "Of course."

The "Zhejian Lord" on the opposite side was stunned, looked at him suspiciously, and asked cautiously: "What do you want to play?"

Chu Zhaoliu stretched his neck curiously: "What can I play?"

In one sentence, it is revealed.

What a fucking rookie.

Mr. Zhejian was about to laugh out loud, and snorted through his nose: "Since you are a novice, then bet big or small, so as not to say that I bully others. But I said in advance that the bet can only be big or small, and he bet Natal Sword, what can you bet on?"

Chu Zhaoliu pondered for a while, thinking that he had something that could match Jianxiu's natal sword, when there was a rustling beside him.

Xie Ming untied the saber from his waist and threw it on the table: "It."

Jiujiu was sleeping soundly, but was woken up by a loud noise and his father's ruthless movements, and his sleepy eyes came out of his head: "Jiujiu?"

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

The man on the opposite side is He De He Neng.

Ming Hong: "..."

I suspect you are avenging yourself.

The author has something to say:

Ming Hong: Is it still too late to change the owner, for example... Wife, wife, look at me!

Xie Ming, a man who teases his wife with methods taught by his wife.