Zuichun Tower can be said to be the most famous flower tower in Qingbo City and even within hundreds of miles.
It is said that it has a history of hundreds of years, and it can be regarded as a veritable "time-honored brand".
At that time, there was a woman named Li Ping'er who was so popular that she was known as "the most prostitute in Gyeonggi Province".
When this girl was in the spotlight, she could attract dignitaries from all over the world to come from thousands of miles away to support her, and they spent a lot of money just for the beauty's smile.
However, later I heard that Li Ping'er suddenly disappeared. Some said that the ladies from various families worked together to deal with it, some said that a powerful man raised her in a foreign house, and some outrageously said that this woman had seen through the world of mortals and went to practice immortality.
Lin Xuanzhi opened a private room where he could see the song and dance performance downstairs and began to enjoy it without asking anyone to accompany him. The whole process was very smooth.
There are so many people coming and going in this kind of place, and there are no quirks. Lin Xuanzhi's behavior is considered normal.
"The man is in your heart."
"When I am heartbroken."
"The moon knows your grievances."
"It's hard to meet but easy to separate~"
"It's too late to regret now."
"I wonder if the phoenixes were flying brightly that day."
"Remember that Fu Die was unkind to you."
"Brother knows it, but he regrets that his old love no longer has a place to live."
"I wonder if I have a mother, no father, and an orphan."
"Guess, you're spying on me again because I've been ill for a long time and become tuberculosis."
"Not enough will make you sad everywhere."
"..."
The resentful singing of Qi Qi actually made all the guests cheer incessantly. Some of the sensitive young masters even had their eyes red. They couldn't help but pull the woman next to them to whisper softly, and finally moved back to the room little by little.
Looking over some women, Lin Xuanzhi couldn't help but chuckle: "It's really a good place."
"I didn't expect this to be the place where Feng Yue'an belongs."
He didn't pay attention to anything else. He had reserved a private room for three days, and no one would disturb him during this period.
He took out the Yuanjun Immortal Pot and touched it gently. Within a moment, a golden cloud spurted out from the mouth of the pot.
Yuan Junzi sat on the cloud head and smiled in surprise: "My little friend needs Pindao's help so soon?"
Lin Xuanzhi nodded lightly and explained with a smile: "In two days, I need to trouble the master and the junior to activate the magic weapon together."
After some explanation, Yuan Junzi nodded happily: "It's a little effort. Although the condition is not perfect now, it is still possible for you and me to work together to hit the full force of the magic weapon."
The Canglong Pillar is a magic weapon to survive a disaster. It is difficult for a small horse to pull a large cart and only rely on Lin Xuanzhi to exert its full power.
Yuan Junzi is still returning to his original state, but with his level, he can easily master all the treasures of the magic weapon. With Lin Xuanzhi providing magic power, with such cooperation, he can exert the full power of this magic weapon.
Helping his fellow disciples overcome the calamity, Yuan Junzi couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
When he was going through the tribulation, he had no comrades and friends whom he could completely trust.
And just as the two were gathering strength, Qian Xuzi in the small courtyard was also waiting for the last wave of his own storm.
Gather merit and borrow the power of others.
He has been walking in the world for many years, and he is still very confident about overcoming the tribulation.
The wind that causes wind disaster is not the southeast, northwest, or harmonious wind, nor is it the wind of flowers, willows, pines, and bamboos. It is called the wind of wind.
This wind is born from the void, heaven and earth, blows into the six organs from the fontanel, passes through the Dantian, and penetrates the nine orifices, causing the bones and flesh to disappear. The body is refined inside and out with extreme precision. Once this disaster is over, one can become a Yang Shen. If it cannot be overcome, the body and mind will be self-destructed and the Tao will collapse.
Qianxuzi's body is filled with purple energy, which is the divine light of his own magic power and the aura of merit.
The flames in the eight-view palace lantern above the head are bright, illuminating the body and mind.
At this moment, I saw the fire in the palace lantern suddenly swaying, like a candle in the wind, and it seemed to be extinguished in an instant.
Qian Xuzi's figure became a little illusory and flickered, and his face turned pale. Fortunately, the purple energy outside his body suddenly turned into a cloud of light and enveloped him.
At the same time, in his almost pure yang soul, the Supreme Yin and Yang Tushita's precious light shines and brushes towards the all-pervasive wind.
With the blessing of merit, Qianxuzi can always seize a glimmer of hope in difficult times.
"Fellow Daoist Qianxuzi is about to overcome the three disasters. I am here to congratulate you. I think it's not too late, right?"
A loud voice sounded, and at the same time, a deep black tide was seen flooding towards Qianxuzi, exuding a sense of coldness and silence.
The entire small courtyard seemed to be a lonely boat drifting in the black ocean, and it seemed to be in danger.
Qian Xuzi's face darkened slightly, but his aura did not weaken at all: "Heishui Dharma King, you only dare to come when the old way is overcoming the tribulation."
Instantly, divine light shone into the void from the two black holes in his eyes, directly forcing out a hidden figure.
But it was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe, with a cold face and a gloomy expression, and he looked at Qian Xuzi with no trace of malice.
Crash.
The black ocean set off huge waves, and the Xuanming True Water swept towards Qian Xuzi again.
Nine black dragons rose up behind Dharma King Blackwater, converging into a deep divine light and brushing towards Qian Xuzi.
Xuanming’s all-changing divine light!
Qian Xuzi did not dare to be careless, and a curtain of purple fire instantly burst out from the Eight Scenery Palace lanterns. At the same time, he raised his hand and tapped the void, and thousands of thunders sounded in the black ocean.
Blackwater Dharma King hummed and said, "How much strength do you still have despite the wind disaster?"
Looking at the still and still turbulent black ocean, Qian Xuzi couldn't help but nodded: "It's Xuanming Black Water Mirror."
After blocking the first wave of attacks from Dharma King Blackwater, Qian Xuzi's face turned pale again, and his figure couldn't help but feel a bit unreal.
Above the soul, the Supreme Yin and Yang Tushita's precious light was resisting the wind disaster, causing a large part of his energy to be held back.
Blackwater Dharma King also noticed Qianxunzi's state and couldn't help but smile: "Old Niubi has his day too."
Xuan Ming's all-changing divine light flashed out again, causing the black ocean to move together.
Qian Xuzi felt that the whole world was squeezing him, and there were other principles and laws interfering with him.
He couldn't help but sigh: "Why bother."
A bone hand stretched out, and the entire black ocean trembled instantly. The water continued to shrink and retreat, and seemed to be retracting into a dark and cold mirror.
The face of Black Water Dharma King changed. He raised his hand and tapped Wang Yang's stable magic weapon. At the same time, he waved his sleeve and a black treasure seal rose into the sky, seeming to be carrying the weight of the world and rushing towards the void.
However, with a flick of the bone finger, the Blackwater Dharma King's magic weapon flew backwards and had no effect at all.
"How can your cultivation prevent others from going through the tribulation? Call the helpers."
As soon as Master Gu finished his leisurely words, a golden sun shone into the black ocean, and amidst the brilliance, Master Gu's figure also appeared.
"There is a Yang God and a Second Disaster Master. The two of them look up to Master Qianxu's nephew."
In the golden sun, a young man sat cross-legged and said in a cautious tone: "If you don't think highly of fellow Taoist Qianxu, you must be on guard against the methods of the noble sect."
"Fellow Taoist, was he the one who failed to observe the decline of the physical body in Xuandu?"
ps: Asking for monthly ticket
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