If you want to compare Xizi, water and sky share the same color. The horizon is lonely and level with the lake. Walking along the willow bank, the reflection is endless.
The water bank of the stream is shallow, and when you hold a handful of water in your hand, it is clear and clear.
The traders looked at their peers and laughed and joked.
The two fairies argued endlessly over the silk handkerchief, forcing the first to bid a high price. Repeatedly, the price for an ordinary silk handkerchief of 50 cents was ridiculously high.
"1,000 silver." said the red-dressed fairy.
Everyone sighed and looked up, gasping for air.
"Why bother with just a little piece of satin?"
The fairy I didn't grab, a red gradient white dress, a petite fox velvet tail scarf, the scorched earth of the dynasty, the barbarian young master of the Shillong tribe, and the mortal Xuanyuan Bingbing.
He said in a fierce voice: "Damn it, Rong Zhiyan, what's the origin, you want me to tell you, so that everyone can see that you are shameless."
"Let you be more capable." She is wearing a red coat and a horse-faced skirt with a picture of crimson pomegranates.
Big eyes, dark almonds, the daughter of the lord of a small cultivation town, she is 16 years old and is still in the beginning of cultivation.
With a small mortal body, her beauty is world-famous, and she is a charming little golden bird. Rong Zhiyan has a lively personality, and she is not polite to scold Xuanyuan Bingbing, making long sentences.
The truth behind the matter was uncovered, and the silk handkerchief had another original owner. A little boy with missing teeth made a bet...
"The clouds hide the moon."
When thinking about this name, everyone knows it well.
For many years old things, Zhongli Bi washed them and became famous in one fell swoop among the proud girls who admired Yun Tu Zang Yue.
"Brother vendor, my friend is interested in it. It doesn't cost 10,000 gold, but it only has a spiritual stone."
"Here...it's yours." The merchant said happily.
The sect was fighting and killing, minus one disaster. In the memory, the two fairies were furious, causing a confrontation between the monks of the city and the mortals of Shillong.
Mortals are weak, overworked and resentful, which triggers the natural barrier between them and the monks.
There was a river of blood in the middle, and the sect's big hands were in control. In order to calm down the trouble, the two fairies were exterminated.
"A source of merit." Zhongli Bi washed and walked away, looking like a fairy dust.
Those who recognized him murmured enviously, and the tourists who stretched their horns and stretched their necks suddenly realized that they naturally eavesdropped on the name.
When the matter was over, Zhongli Bi went back to his cave to meditate.
As soon as the eyebrows are flying and the light is gone, this friend is not that friend. Time is like a wash, and the wine will be fragrant only after it has settled.
Review the past and learn about it. The caves and houses are built around the mountain, and are inhabited by the disciples of the outer sect. The lamps and shadows of the city are swaying, and the starry night river returns to dreams.
Hard-working and hard-working, lazy and greedy, they gather together as a team.
As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and this is the time when the flowers are blooming and the moon is full.
A neighbor came to Zhongli Bi's cave, an elderly monk and the "village chief" on the second floor. Everyone respected him.
"Zhongli Bixi, are you there?" The voice was hoarse from the dead wood outside the house. He had thinning hair and was leaning on a cane.
Zhonglibi opened the door and said, "Mr. Tang."
"Haha," Mr. Tang said with a kind smile on his wrinkled face, "The moon appreciation banquet I told you about last time..."
Somewhat embarrassed, he paused for a while, his face turned slightly red, "Are you still going?"
Zhongli Bi's cultivation level is at the top among everyone, at least in the lower 123 caves, he is a strong person for all to see.
"Today is the 26th of Spring? It seems like it will start now," Zhongli Bixi has been practicing for a long time, "I almost forgot."
Elder Tang's expression became awkward and became more friendly, "Yes, Taoist Langhe's conversation and friendship banquet are finally open to all outer disciples. It would be a pity not to go."
The sky is slightly dim, commerce is developed in the southeast, and there are many mansions. The Taoist residence with thousands of acres of land is guarded and served by servants, making it look like a royal family.
Rare treasures, people who want to live in the mansion, the title of "Taoist" is equivalent to the master, and all the monks are envious.
It is open-plan, has many outsiders as personal friends, and has chosen a luxurious address.
On the way, the disciples first passed through the pagoda arch in the southeast area. The guards standing guard were very powerful and their clothes were gorgeous.
Luxurious meteorite inlay, a small piece is said to be worth thousands of gold.
The walls are decorated with patterns, runes are carved, and more than ten kinds of high-grade elixirs are painted, with about ten thousand kilograms of juice.
The outside is majestic and solemn, and the soldiers are not angry but are proud of themselves. The air is dark and cold, and the murderous intention enters Fei Shen.
Get rid of most of the disciples.
Unable to get in, people looked pitifully at the Immortal Stone like wives and daughters, waiting until they fell into a dream.
"Hey, old man, you can't come in." The police officer, wearing a brocade coat and armored shoulders, was brown and cold, and raised his hand.
His tone was that of an officer and a soldier, stern and serious.
"Hey," he was forced to stay still and turned around, "Um, sir, I have a companion, Zhongli Biwash, third level Qi practitioner."
Mr. Tang was dressed up carefully, but he was still stopped. He looked anxious and lowered his head to explain.
The policeman hesitated, seeing that the fairy was young, beautiful and pure, and judging from the energy and blood in her body, she was a strong man.
Asking eyes.
Zhongli Bi had some general understanding before he came over and nodded.
Mr. Tang was eager to follow the development of the matter. At this moment, he was so happy that he couldn't help but smile on his face and looked at the policeman slightly.
"Go in." One sentence.
After Mr. Tang washed his hands with Zhongli Bi, he walked down the two-step street and saw the bustling and eye-catching buildings.
Everything is so beautiful.
No one was watching around, so Mr. Tang said gratefully, "Zhongli Bi is washing, you are done."
The two of them walked and admired the street market, and soon came to a luxurious place that made people's eyes dazzle.
It is also the destination of this trip, the address of the moon-viewing banquet.
Gong'e fairy servants, fine nectar and jade liquid, spiritual fruits, animal meat, high-end ingredients that nourish qi and blood.
Under the light of Zhongli Bi, Mr. Tang sat down next to him and ate the delicacies of spiritual objects on the table in front of him. The rotten body in his body was instantly restored to spiritual energy.
After turning part of the way, Qi Gu feels much more relaxed.
"Alas," Mr. Tang sighed at his old age in Dongpo, but at the same time he enjoyed a taste he had never had before.
Spiritual energy, taken into the mouth, is a magical tonic.
"One bite is a spiritual stone." Mr. Tang was jealous and excited. Zhongli Bixi, who was sitting calmly and calmly in the corner of his eyes, secretly felt guilty.
"Two spiritual stones are too few, and Zhongli Bi will suffer a huge loss."
Two spiritual stones were secretly washed by Zhongli Bi at the entrance of the cave and on the rock wall of the mountain road before Mr. Tang set out.
As a result, Mr. Tang felt guilty and became more friendly. He chatted with Zhongli Bi from time to time and introduced some well-known figures at the table.
The little fairy on the bamboo swaggers on the Pengdong River, the monk in the small Qionglu, the drunken fairy, the little fairy on the bright sun...
He has a well-known identity, but his cultivation level is not high, and he has the second level of Qi training.
Among the dying old monks like Mr. Tang, who was above the third level of Qi training, Mr. Tang was the only one who was not strong enough and received a lot of envious looks.
In the main hall, the chief executive stood on the stage with a three-foot-long table. Looking from a distance, a person appeared.
"Ren Langhe."
In the hall, three groups of people on the stairs stood up to congratulate the lord, and the moon-viewing banquet was in full swing.
Zhongli, Bixi and the others sat at the end of the palace, tasting spiritual fruits and fine meats. There was a long doorway to the palace, where everyone discussed Taoism and competed in martial arts.
Taoist Langhe is at the fourth level of cultivation. He is middle-aged and has gold and jade rings on his fingers. The red, blue and green colors are dazzling. He has a rugged appearance and is sincere and heroic.
"It's so colorful, my son, come and show off the Wolf Moon Claw, and let the geniuses compete and comment."
