On the Qinhuai River, a large ship from the East China Sea was unloading three-foot-high corals, various tortoiseshell jewelry, and pearls the size of a child's fist.
These treasures are packed in trays of the same size. Each tray is engraved with exquisite talismans. It is obviously a mass-produced magic weapon.
The goods are being carefully carried off the ship under the magic power of the monks, and there are guards wearing weapons on the other side to receive them.
There was a monk in brocade robes standing on the side of the ship. He was holding a jade plaque in his left hand. Every time he transported a piece of goods, he would leave an indent on the jade plaque with his spiritual thoughts.
But between the upper and lower is the boundary between the immortal and the mortal.
This ship is about a hundred feet long, and its whole body is green. If Suche were to look here, he would definitely find that the main body of this ship is made of lightning-struck wood. There are five masts on the ship, and each mast has a large sail on it. Painted with a big character.
Together they form the words "Born in the Rakshasa Sea".
"This Jiankang City looks the same no matter what time you come."
A monk dressed as a tutu held a large bone sword as tall as a person and sat cross-legged next to the monk who was settling accounts.
"I heard that an ancient immortal was born in this Daliang. I said, why don't we take a short vacation to find out if there is any benefit?"
"Thirteen, one hundred and fifty-two."
The monk who settled the accounts slowly reported a number, then glanced at him and stopped talking.
"What one hundred and fifty-two, the number of piglets sold to the East China Sea last time?"
Toutuo snorted, looking very dissatisfied.
"Senior brother, you clearly know that my brain is not good, so don't give me this riddle."
Seeing his junior brother's annoyance, the brocade-robed monk also spoke.
"Thirteen is the number of monks from the East China Sea who came with us on the boat last time we came to Jiankang, and one hundred and fifty-two is the number of monks who came with us on the same boat this time. What do you think they are here for?"
"They are also here for the ancient immortal mansion?"
"Xuandu Palace tells the world that this is an opportunity for everyone below the immortal level to take advantage of it. Guess how many Buxu who have not made any progress in many years are coming to join in the fun?"
The senior brother in Jinyi said earnestly: "You and I have never been Cardinal Ding, so we are not qualified to participate in this game. We can only count the number of elixir-returning masters on our ship on two hands."
"Even if he can't count on twenty hands, we still have to try."
The junior brother said with a hint of anxiety: "Master, Master didn't even pass down a method to return elixirs."
"So, don't think so much. Make more money, have a child, and then send him to a good sect without having to suffer the same hardships we have suffered. That's enough."
Senior Brother Jinyi let out a long sigh: "You and I are not the kind of geniuses who can figure out how to return elixirs. Even if we really grasp the benefits of the ancient immortal mansion, what should we do if the ancient books are not suitable for us? What if we attract powerful people? Coveted, so what?"
"Have a good life."
The senior brother gave instructions here, while the junior brother muttered there, probably saying something like "I've been a coward all my life", "I'm so damn unwilling to accept it", "Why do you want stability? Death is the real thing."
Listening to the endless complaints from the junior brother, the senior brother was speechless for a while.
Junior brother is not willing to give in, so why should he be willing?
While he was thinking about it, a strong momentum seemed to press forward like a mountain. It was like someone was pressing a thousand kilograms of stone on his chest, making him unable to breathe at all.
Before the junior brother dressed as a tutu could move, the senior brother hurriedly bowed forward and bowed.
"I've met Lord Ye."
A tall man wearing a black cloak, his face hidden under the hood, strode over and stepped on the ship with a slight leap.
"snort."
That groan was like a sledgehammer pressing down on the senior brother's chest.
"If you don't even have the spirit to practice, then it's better not to practice."
Yehu looked at the unsatisfactory Jinyi monk and snorted coldly, and used a small sound attack to hit him.
Then he swept his eyes across the ship and stepped directly
Entered the hull.
There is a clean room in the hull of the ship.
In the center stood a huge animal head with hideous teeth and dirty blood dripping from the wound.
Zhen Ping'er, or rather Xiu Yan'er, the demon sect girl from Beiji Yuan Palace, was wearing a tight black dress that highlighted her vagina. She stepped on the floor with her bare feet and danced violently around the animal head. .
There was nothing seductive about her face, only solemnity.
Because she is singing praises.
Every beat and every movement of this dance follows some mysterious trajectory, praising the supreme power of the Demon Lord.
It is like a flowing poem, describing it from the moment when the universe was born, to the end when everything collapses and everything returns to nothingness.
What shaped this collapse was the infinite power of the Yuanshi Demon Lord.
Because of transcendence, he fell.
In this dance that conforms to the rituals of the magic gate, a cold evil thought crossed the distance between the mountains and the sea and finally descended into this clean room.
The ferocious beast head suddenly opened its eyes, and traces of blood flowed from its eye sockets.
"Gao Miao, the Supreme Lord of Heaven, transformed into Yuanshi Dao Lord..."
Along with a chant, the animal head looked at the woman in front of him, but his voice was holy and pure.
"how?"
"Yan'er pays homage to Master."
Yan'er knelt on her knees and knocked her head heavily on the ground. She couldn't raise her head at this moment, because the dark and evil thoughts that suddenly came here represented the master's infinite magical power to achieve immortality. If she came into contact with it, she would probably be like many masters. Brothers are generally possessed by their master and have no chance of escaping.
"It seems you have no good news for me."
said the voice.
"Elder Fei was infected by the devil and was already damaged at the hands of the demon. Senior Brother Lingzhenzi has been found, but he was infected by the demon and was seriously injured. Yu Jingdao..."
"Jade Jingdao has long since fallen apart, and they can't say anything. As for Feixin, this loser, if I had known he was in such a bad state, I would have accepted him myself."
The voice then said: "Is there any movement in the Mordenga girl you let go?"
"The disciple is incompetent..."
"Why are you so incompetent? Even Juntian Guangle couldn't find her. If you found her easily, I should be worried."
The voice paused briefly and continued.
"I am preparing to go to Jiankang in person..."
"But Master, you have already..."
"I haven't moved for many years just to move today."
That sinister and evil thought filled the air with a sense of ecstasy.
"Tianshi Taoist Palace, coupled with the reincarnation of Emperor Qing, it would be a pity not to visit Jiankang."
In the Su Mansion, several plates of side dishes were prepared in the kitchen, and a banquet was prepared in the flower hall.
Feng Buxing changed into a green shirt and sat at the top, considered the guest of honor. Su Che was holding chopsticks, and Lu Bai and Zhu Yi were sitting next to him to accompany him.
Since leaving the palace, Su Che didn't care about anything and would go home to eat if he couldn't help Feng.
But this person kept evading, saying that Tiqi was busy with things and couldn't rest for a moment.
But Su Che was not willing to let him go. He finally bumped into this old acquaintance and took him directly to his home. He also asked people to call Lu Bai and Zhu Yi to accompany him.
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