Entering the Fugui Inn, after the extremely coquettish "Dao Qiongang" entertained the crowd, he followed the cheers and looked at the young man in black robes by the wall.
He closed his sleeves and sat across from the square table.
Not to mention, this ride really shows off something different from the "Southern Territory Paralysis".
Dao Qiongcang is so upright!
He sat under the window, and the golden glow of the setting sun shone in, making the entire Fugui Inn a little brighter.
Suddenly there was a whisper at the door:
"I'm so impressed. This pretty girl looks so classy. I immediately understood what 'Pengpi Shenghui' means."
"Damn it, you cultural man, do you even know the words "Peng Pi Sheng Hui"?
"What do you think? It's just a shame."
"Fuck! Honestly, what do you mean by Zha Po Cai?!"
"It means to help you get rich."
"Oh, that's it... Hehe, thank you brother, I'll lend you some chicken salt, haha!"
In front of the table by the window.
Unlike the banter in the room, Tears Shuangxing's vigilance was almost at its highest.
He never thought that in a dirty place like the Southern Territory, he would encounter these three bright and righteous people!
The spiritual thoughts swept over Gou Wuyue and Weifan one by one, and finally settled on the table.
With tears streaming down her face, she spoke:
"Tao Qiongtian!"
Dao Qiongcang shook his head and laughed, making the sunset lose its color, and responded heavily:
"Tears!"
Someone burst out laughing outside the door. They covered their mouths and sneered, their toes digging into the ground:
"No, they exchanged names so seriously. I felt embarrassed watching an acquaintance act."
"I also……"
"Shut up, maybe he's from a theater troupe, just watch."
"Hahaha, yes."
The two people in front of the square table were unmoved.
Dao Qiongcang could not bear the embarrassment and loneliness so much that he burst into tears and spoke first:
"What's the meaning?"
These words suddenly reminded everyone of what happened just now. It was obvious that the answer was the word "no" and the refutation was the old store manager's personal "reasonable speculation".
Dao Qiongcang spread his hands and said, "It's not interesting. I've made a fortune for you. You shouldn't be in the Southern Territory now. Yujing City is very suitable for you."
"Farewell to me, you are no longer the Dao Palace Master!" Someone outside the door pointed out the mistake.
Dao Qiongcang said "Oh", turned around and waved with a smile: "Brother is right, it's time for me to use 'Bensheng'."
At Fugui Inn, a group of people burst into laughter again.
I couldn't even laugh out loud, but still said the same sentence: "What do you mean?"
"It probably means that the old shop owner's speculation is indeed reasonable, and I also speculate in the same way. The bloody case of the Lei family may not be revealed to you today decades later. If you miss it, you will not be able to catch up with the fun." Dao Qiongcang's voice is calm.
"No, Dao Qiongcang, you are the brother of the master of Xuanji Palace. Which side are you on?" Someone outside the door looked unhappy. How could he act if his position was wrong?
"Yes, the Holy Slave and the Holy Temple are enemies. How can you sit together and chat? Let's start a fight!"
"Well said, let's fight!"
A crowd of people started to make a fuss, but they couldn't stand it any longer. The King of Hell shook his head to the ground and shouted:
"Shut up!"
The Fugui Inn was now dead silent.
"There's something about this God of Death..."
"Don't mess with him, don't mess with him, he's really murderous."
Dao Qiongcang can still turn around and joke:
"You said that this Holy City has been betrayed, and we are no longer the master of the Holy Temple. Why do we still want to enmity with the Holy Slave?"
"Isn't it more reasonable for me to cooperate with them and fight together on the Holy Mountain to regain my place?"
In the darkness, Gou Wuyue held her forehead and closed her eyes.
He once again regretted following him...
"That makes sense."
"Good brother, you have some psychological understanding of Dao Qiongcang, continue acting! If you perform well, you will be rewarded!"
Dao Qiongcang suddenly raised his voice, "Then thank you first."
"Hahaha, reward!" A bag of spiritual crystals was thrown directly outside the door.
Tears Shuangxing could hardly believe what was happening in the inn.
Dao Qiong Cangzhen bent down, picked up the bag of spiritual crystals, sat back in his chair, and poured himself a cup of tea to soothe his throat.
"you……"
He was speechless for a moment and choked before he could speak: "How can I find my location?"
"You said we were passing by and met by chance. Do you believe it?"
Dao Qiongcang finished the drink in one gulp, put down the tea cup, tapped his fingers on the table and said: "Meeting each other means we are destined. I will tell your fortune for you, and I will betray you to save my face. This is reasonable and reasonable."
"Master Shou?" Someone outside the door was surprised.
"Of course!" Dao Qiongcang clasped his fists in the direction of the Holy Mountain in the Central Region and said with emotion:
"They said that it was me who liberated the ghost beasts and greedy gods. Xu Xiaoshou doesn't know how painful he is being tortured now!"
"I cherish my life very much... No, I am afraid that Master Shou will bring all the saint slaves to me to fight for my life. As soon as I figure out that there is an opportunity here, I will rush over and make a good relationship."
"It's not too late to make up for the situation before it's too late!"
This line is so powerful.
The people in the circle outside the door couldn't help but take part in the plot. They felt that they had gone to the distant Jade City, and what they saw before them was the sky of the true way. It didn't look like a pretense.
"Your troupe is pretty cool. What's your name? Are you going to support them later?" someone shouted.
Upon hearing this, Dao Qiongcang stood up quickly, clasped his fists and bent down, saying, "We are members of the Tianji Divine Sect."
When Wei Kuang saw this, he couldn't help but look away.
Gou Wuyue buried her head in the depths of the darkness, almost ashamed to see anyone.
"Tianji Divine Sect?"
Not only the innkeepers were surprised.
With tears in his eyes, he suddenly raised his bamboo hat and looked moved.
"Master Shou once had a battle with me in Qingyuan Mountain. He was a little behind, but there is something he said that was right..." Dao Qiongcang paused, then threw off his long sleeves and turned into an actor and sang. :
"The flesh and blood are weak, the heavenly secrets soar~~~"
The people outside the door trembled, and some people were shouted away by the voice, "Damn, it's really ugly."
"Are you serious?"
Unable to remain calm in tears, he stood up.
If Dao Qiongang did not come because of the dispute between Dao, it is very likely that he really came to form a good relationship.
"Don't believe it?" Dao Qiongcang stopped teasing, turned around and pinched his fingers in front of Gou Wuyue.
Bang bang bang!
His fingertips quickly pinched out a bright golden light.
Finally, with a distant finger, the golden light leaped towards the direction of Jade Capital in the Central Region.
"Let me do the math for you again. You really shouldn't be in the Southern Territory, whether it's for the Seven Swordsmen or any other mission."
"At this time, you should head to the Central Territory, and you must rush there non-stop."
"Otherwise..." Dao Qiongcang paused, attracting everyone's curiosity, and then he laughed out loud:
"The secret must not be revealed."
Fugui Inn exploded again.
"Fuck! I can't bear it!"
"Is it really installed for you? It's still a secret. If you tell me the damn secret after 'otherwise', I will reward you again!"
Dao Qiongcang shook his head frequently this time, not bowing down for the five spirit crystals, "As I said, the secret of heaven must not be leaked, that is, it must not be leaked."
Everyone rolled up their sleeves.
Dao Qiongcang hurriedly changed his words: "But if you all join my Tianji Divine Sect, I can reveal a little bit of the secrets of Tianji... becoming a god and ancestor is just around the corner."
Everyone was happy again.
"Preacher!"
"After a long time, it turns out that they are really here to preach. I am so angry. This Tianji Divine Sect has been very popular recently. Is there such a way to preach?"
"Not to mention, there is something about this Dao Qiongtian. It was the real form of 'Pinch Finger Divine Calculation' just now, wasn't it?"
"A descendant of Shujinmen?"
"I don't know, I don't know. The suffering of flesh and blood, the ascension of heaven and earth, it's a bit interesting..." Someone seemed to be moved.
"Damn it! Don't think that if you hang around me, I won't recognize that you are also an actor. Get away!"
"Ouch……"
There was a commotion at the door.
The twins of tears swept through the pair of holy swordsmen again, but they fell into deep thought.
Dao Qiongtian will never be so far away, just come here to entertain yourself...
but!
"But there must be some reason why you appear here. Who are you waiting for, Bazunzun?" Dao Qiongcang suddenly said.
Tears flowed like being woken up, reading minds?
He even copied the magic staff and was ready to go.
The Fugui Inn trembled with fear, the sword intent passed over everyone's robes, and the doors and windows opened with a bang.
Suddenly Gou Wuyue stood up in the darkness, and the sudden desolation flowed like water waves, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"Huh?" The people in the inn didn't know how serious it was, they just felt that the danger just now had been wiped away.
"WTF?"
"A magical feeling..."
"Yes! They have some skills, two ancient sword cultivators..."
"No!" Someone suddenly cried out in shock, "Isn't this man in tears the real thing?"
This sound seemed to wake up some holes in people's thoughts, and suddenly another excited voice exploded in the distance:
"Here he comes! It turns out he's from a theater troupe!"
"Here comes the Eight Masters, and the Storyteller. These two have been very active recently. They have been shopping everywhere, and they all ended up here!"
The crowd at Fugui Inn seemed to be wiped away by a big hand.
Dao Qiongcang, Wei Kuang, and Gou Wuyue turned around and looked away with tears in their eyes. They also held his bamboo hat and pointed it in the direction outside the door.
"Buzz!"
The magic staff was suddenly startled.
Nulan's voice was even buzzing.
This special effect is simply amazing. Just when everyone was feeling amazed, they looked back at the opening of the crowd in front of them, and heard a loud laugh from afar:
"You old slut, thirty years of being the palace master have sealed you, and now after liberation, you have ushered in your adolescence?"
"Thirty miles away, I can smell the filthy smell on your body. It's more distinctive than your innate sword sense!"
The crowd suddenly became noisy.
When the eight lifelike and lifelike storytellers walked into the inn, everyone was shocked.
With tears streaming down his face, he lowered his head and drew his magic staff without coming out.
Dao Qiongcang's eyes flickered, he smiled and groaned, silently waiting for the visitor from afar.
The one-armed Gou Wuyue holds Nulan's voice in her hand - it turns out that this one is the best, his eyes are so complicated, there are surprise, unwillingness, joy, and concentration...
He vividly performed the image of a sword fairy who was a good friend in the past but is now on a different path. His arm was broken due to a dispute over the road, but he still held his hand because of the love of giving him a sword.
Almost everyone in the inn was in awe!
"So preachy, right?"
"Okay, okay, Tianji Divine Sect...I remember this name. You guys have something."
Bazun walked into the inn with long strides.
In front of Dao Qiongcang, he didn't look as sickly as before.
After nodding towards his mortal enemy with a smile, he took the lead to look at the pair of tears, threw a jade talisman and said:
"Put the rest down first."
"Contact Xuan Wuji first, and then go to the central region. There is no need to go through the cross-region formation. Remember to move faster."
"Dao Qiongcang is right, Yujing City needs you now."
She grabbed the jade talisman with tears in her eyes, as if she still couldn't believe it.
But the Eight Masters have said so. Even if he doesn't believe it, he can only believe that the sky is really helping him... like a dream!
"Farewell."
When I thought that what happened in Yujing City might be related to my sister, I burst into tears and disappeared without saying a word.
"Is this going too fast?"
The entire Fugui Inn was surrounded three times inside and three times outside.
It doesn't matter that Tears left early, the ones who are left behind are the big names.
Gou Wuyue, Dao Qiongcang, and the Eight Masters. Counting them carefully, there are three of the ten seats here.
In addition, the teahouse storyteller has been famous for a long time, and the three emperors are not crazy.
No one knows where this drama will ultimately lead, but the only thing that is certain is...
"The Tianji Divine Sect is quite powerful!"
…
The Eight Masters left with tears in their eyes, and finally looked back.
Dao Qiongcang looked up and faced this familiar old friend.
The battle of the ten thrones seems like yesterday...
The battle on Void Island is vivid in my mind...
Over the years, all kinds of bloodshed, both overt and covert, have never ceased.
The former supreme leader of the Holy Temple met the leader of the overlord of the dark forces, the Holy Slave, in the Sinful Land of the Southern Territory. However, this was the first time the two sides met outside of the battlefield.
Behind each of them, there is the storyteller, Gou Wuyue, who looks rather resentful in comparison.
The God of Death, Wei Kuang, looked around, knowing that he had nothing to do with him, so he took the seat first.
The small wealthy inn, under the gazes of all the Taoists, seemed to have caused a huge flood that could swallow up the five regions.
Just when everyone thought it was time to start a fight...
Several people in the field actually looked at each other and smiled.
"Sit!" Dao Qiongcang pointed to the tea table where Wei Feng was sitting. There were still a few empty seats there.
"No, no, no, Dao Palace Master, please go first." The Eight Masters also extended their hands.
"No, no, no, no, I am already the former master of the palace, and you are still the first saint slave." Dao Qiongcang squeezed out a wry smile.
"Oh? Is there such a thing? Then..." Bazun turned his eyes and looked at Gou Wuyue, "Wuyue Sword Immortal should take the seat first!"
The corner of Gou Wuyue's mouth twitched. He couldn't stand the hypocrisy of these people anymore. He glanced at the storyteller and said in a solemn voice:
"After the Qin Burning, there was a teahouse, from the Central Region to the Eastern Region, from Qinglong County to the Eight Palaces..."
"I never thought that I would be able to see you in the Southern Territory in the end."
The storyteller Ning Honghong covered her mouth and smiled softly, moved her waist and hips slightly, took the seat next, smiled sweetly and said:
"Brother Wuyue is no longer the leader in white clothes. Don't take him to Guizhe Holy Mountain and feed him to those jackals, tigers and leopards. He is scared to death."
After talking for a while, the storyteller glanced at Gou Wuyue's broken arm and said in shock: "Hey! What's going on? He's such a swordsman, why is his arm broken?"
"Damn it!" Wei Kuang couldn't bear it any longer and stood up, slapping the table and saying, "Can you please speak properly!"
The storyteller glanced away with pretty eyes. His long legs were almost touching Wei Kuang's chest. He looked around with no one in sight:
"Eh? Where is someone talking? Why is there no one there?"
The murderous intention suddenly arose before Wei was mad, and he took out the King of Hell's Banquet and was about to chop it down.
Dao Qiongcang hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop, "It's all in the past tense. You all are destined to gather here today. Let's ignore the past and only talk about the future. How about it?"
"Oh? The loyal lackey of the Holy Temple is finally going to fall into darkness?" The storyteller smiled.
"Presumptuous!" Wei Kuang glared coldly and tightened his grip on the knife.
"Good sword." The Eight Masters squinted their knowledgeable eyes, and with a buzzing sound, the King of Hell's Banquet trembled violently, and silver-white sword thoughts formed on it.
"The sword belongs to the sword, and the sword belongs to the sword. Now that the sword has been sealed, do you want to break the skill?" Gou Wuyue came over with a focused gaze, and Nu Lan unsheathed the sword with a sonorous sound.
"Oh, my sword." The eight masters looked back and looked away. The demon sword trembled and was about to fly back.
"No, it's my sword!" Gou Wuyue's eyes were full of sword intent, and Nu Lan's voice was filled with green light, which actually overturned the silver-white sword intent.
"Is there a breakthrough?" Ba Zunzhen's eyes lit up and he glanced at Gou Wuyue one more time, "Did the Hua Chang Lantern irritate you?"
"It's not just me. I'm afraid you can't help it anymore, right?"
"no no……"
"We are all familiar with each other. It's better to meet after hearing for a long time. I will give you a try today on behalf of Mr. Yan!"
"Why is this short brother so irritable?"
"That's enough! Speak to me properly!"
"What if people don't comply?"
"Then die——"
Fugui Inn was filled with murderous intent.
Suddenly, another sword thought exploded in all directions.
Then thousands of green mo swords flew out and turned into the Qinghe Sword World.
But all this was compressed and condensed in an instant, and was collected into the Yin and Yang Book of Life and Death...
The people outside the door were shocked.
"Holy shit...is this all true?!"
Dao Qiongcang couldn't bear this kind of chaos anymore. With a burst of holy power, the entire Fugui Inn exploded into pieces:
"enough!"
"They are all here to discuss cooperation!"
"Give me some face!"
"Ba Zunzun, please give me some face!"
The Eight Masters hadn't spoken yet. After Dao Qiongcang finished speaking, he took the lead in breaking the power and clicked his tongue to recall the taste:
"Hey, when you say this, is this what it feels like?"
Thanks to [yckwan1] for the big reward for Yu Zhiwen!
Xiaoyu is caught in a dilemma and unable to speak, but I will add more to advance the rhythm of the plot.
Asking for a monthly ticket! ! !
(End of chapter)
