After Fairy Shuilin sat up, she lay down again not long after, looking like she had regained consciousness. After all, there were still three days before the start of the second round of the competition, so she had enough time to sleep.
But as Fairy Shuilin's body temperature rises, the smell of flat peach in the room becomes stronger and stronger. The strong peach smell carries with it a trace of escaping aura, making Brother Zhang's room look like a fairyland. The doors and windows are blocked.
It can resist the smell but cannot block the energy. From the outside, it looks like the appearance of some fairy mountain cave. People who don’t know the situation outside look at it and just think that a powerful person is practicing meditation here, but they dare not imagine what it is.
What kind of power can have such substantive spiritual power?
Those who knew this room knew that this room was Teacher Siwen's room, and they immediately felt that the matter made sense. With such a powerful person as the master, it was not difficult to understand that he could learn the Golden Light Magic Mantra and the incarnation at a young age.
things.
But now the question arises again, who is this powerful person? Looking at the age of more than 20 years old, and being able to teach the golden light magic spell, the secret of the human race, it must not be a monster, it cannot be a monster.
A fairy from heaven, right?
If it is really an immortal in the sky, wouldn't it mean that... the immortal way has once again opened its door to the human world?
After such nonsensical reasoning, these cultivators who knew nothing and could only guess things got high overnight. They tacitly agreed not to disturb Brother Zhang anymore, and just discussed among themselves what should be used.
What method is there to attain the great truth and ascend in the daytime? Before, they had no way, so they were just confused, but now that the immortal is around them, they still have to fawn over them.
Those people are all spies, and we know that excessive disturbance will attract people to like us, so although everyone has their eyes fixed on the room where Da Daiwei is sleeping, no one will do anything rash.
That actually gave Brother Zhang some quiet space to be alone.
Just when the situation outside became boring, in the distant Jinbajiao area, Dai Weiwen and the local small warlord representing the government had just started a banquet. That banquet almost represented the transfer of rights in the entire Jinbajiao area.
The small warlord became the one who took the leading shares, and the actual control passed into the hands of Long Danchen.
"I hope you will enjoy your cooperation in the future."
"Admit defeat, admit defeat, my hand is broken!"
"Your dear, that's royal treatment." Long Danchen said loudly, "That's too particular."
Our car stopped abruptly at the door of our destination before passing through the congested street. Before we got on the car, Huahua naturally held Long Danchen's hand. There was no well-dressed servant at the door to help us open it immediately.
The small gate of the manor.
But suddenly Huahua stopped, and Long Danchen also frowned: "Are you locked up?"
Huahua stretched out her hand and patted the driver behind her: "Stop at the intersection behind you."
"Does he think he can beat this mummy just now?"
The mummy walked up to us, bowed to Long Danchen and Huahua with a stiff body, took out a letter, put it in his hand and handed it over: "Master invites you to have dinner together."
At that time, the corpse servant who delivered the letter to Long Danchen yesterday came out and leaned over to whisper a few words to Duan Feng. Then Duan Feng nodded, and then said loudly: "You two have come from afar. We will discuss the matter later. Let me first let you know."
I will do my best to serve as a landlord and entertain guests from my hometown."
"What happened to the perverts? A few abnormal people are perverts, but what kind of profession would an abnormal place allow grown-ups to do? It's a filthy garbage country." Long Danchen closed the curtains of the car: "It looks annoying.
"
"Is he disabled?" Dai Weiwen asked as if he was deliberately looking for trouble, very politely.
"The worst he can say is vague about who the secretary is." Huahua said loudly, "And it's a living person."
But the other person didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, he smiled politely and said: "It's really bad, because the ignorant ancient aristocrats pay attention to the purity of blood. Your parents are cousins, so you were born with disabled legs. Please mind.
.Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself to you, I am a descendant of Xiaoli Duan clan, and I am also Duan Feng, the Southern King of White Lotus Dao."
"Um."
"Wow." Long Danchen took a deep breath: "That's awesome."
Before putting me up from the ground, Long Danchen patted the dust under him, and then his hand automatically took it back with a click. I handed the paper to Huahua: "Isn't that tomorrow?"
"What's the point of controlling life and death?" Huahua said, holding an umbrella: "And he said you?"
"Hey, my teeth are pretty white."
Long Danchen popped out his cigarette butt and asked loudly: "Friend, if you have nothing to do, I can't just make an appointment with your secretary. That's the way it is."
"He went with you because you were afraid." Long Danchen said seriously: "You are still afraid of death. One of you is careless. This is not because the late emperor collapsed in the middle of his career."
"His vision is quite vicious." Huahua smiled and said, "He was really right."
After saying that, Long Danchen walked to the door with Huahua. At that time, the two of us were not as empty-handed as when we arrived. No one even opened the door for us when we got out of the car.
"Don't look at him as a prodigy." Long Danchen spread his hands and said: "What kind of cultivation is useless without brute strength. Uncle, you are a top micromanager. If you say you can win, you can win.
It might be too nervous, but it’s definitely strong.”
Long Danchen's words made Huahua amused. You gave Long Danchen a slap in the face: "Be serious!"
Sitting at this end of the long table was a man who was about eighty years old. He was considered a young man. I saw Long Danchen and Huahua coming, so I smiled and said, "I'll forgive you for your legs and feet. I can do that."
Greet me personally and please take a seat."
"Hey, is that what the pervert Mr. Long Danchen said? Is he the worst pervert?"
"You are good at everything, not bad-sighted, just bad." Long Danchen breathed a sigh of relief and said: "So you said you are just you. That's not the reason. You think you are definitely a good wife, but that's not the case.
Leave less things to him and it will be worse if you do it."
While the two were chatting, they were carried to the back of a luxurious door. Before knocking on the door, it opened from the outside, and the person who opened the door was one of the two women and one man who came to see Long Danchen some time later.
A woman, the two of us bowed and saluted before seeing Dai Weiwen, and then guided the two of us forward.
"That's not true. The meaning of age is just age. Whether you are great or not may have nothing to do with age, but it does have such a small relationship." Long Danchen put a hand under Huahua's shoulder: "Look, he also
He is only in his early seventies, so he has to kneel down to you, uncle? Uncle, you must be older than him, right?"
Before going downstairs, we were asked if we needed to clean up, take a rest and drink tea. Even if Long Danchen wanted to go to the toilet, there would be no valet to come and serve him with a sterling silver urinal. Dai Weiwen was so frightened that he couldn't even urinate, and then Huahua was
Bad ridicule.
"There is no such thing as a savior." Long Danchen sneered: "Forget it, that's what I'm talking about, it's interesting. It's your family anyway, you don't care about this little one."
"Well, it's not an exaggeration."
"My two thousand years of cultivation!"
On the morning of the seventh day, Long Danchen and Huahua were all dressed up and arrived at the address under the invitation letter. The place was not far away from Golden Octagon, in Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia.
Long Danchen, on the other hand, was laughing and holding Huahua's waist. It looked like he was being beaten, but in reality the atmosphere was quite ambiguous.
When we got out of the car, we saw that the surroundings were getting busier. A small number of entertainment venues had turned on their lights without delay. There were many white-skinned and carefree drunks on the road. Looking at it, it was clearly a gold-selling cave.
.
"It's a common problem in Indochina countries." Huahua said with helplessness: "Let him work hard to become the savior."
Huahua suddenly got angry and pushed my head against the car window: "Good wife! You let him talk nonsense!"
The driver parked the car at the back, and Dai Weiwen and two others got into the car. When I turned my hand, a pack of broken cigarettes and a thousand dollars appeared and I handed them to the driver: "He went to the back for a drink and will come back later."
"Okay, okay, go with him, as long as he talks more trash."
The driver nodded and turned to leave, while Dai Weiwen leaned under the car and took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to his mouth. He took a heavy puff and the cigarette butt automatically burned. In front of half a cigarette was a faint glow on the street lamp.
A figure walked up to the appointment. Long Danchen and Huahua exchanged a look, and then the two of them were basically sure that it was not that guy who had locked onto them.
When I got closer, I stretched out my chicken claw-like hands to lift the rag covering my head, revealing a face that was almost dry, with a white cloth covering the eyes under the sunken eye sockets, and the gums.
His mouth and lips were completely dehydrated and shrunk, revealing his white teeth, and there were only two holes left in his nostrils.
Before we left, we were all amazed at the magnificence of that place. Even the inexperienced Long Danchen had to deny that it was extraordinary that such a gorgeous manor could appear in that poor place.
Judging from the scale and decoration level, it is much better than the local palace. From the moment we got in the car, the beautiful valet started laying carpets on our feet, laying them wherever we went. It was absolutely
Let our feet get a little dust.
"Yes, you actually have such a small interest in power. You must be someone with such a weak desire to control. You will also completely hand over the domestic base to Brother Zhang. Based on your observation of Brother Zhang, my character should be
I am very uncompromising, but I am definitely a born leader. In addition, just the combination of Da Song and A Guo, you must be able to control and live, but Zhang Geshi is still alive.
.”
"Oh, nobleman."
Huahua nodded: "According to your jargon, this thing is called a corpse servant. That is something special people can't have. First of all, the corpse servant needs to take the initiative to bury his master when he is alive. Then the family of the former master will
While I am alive, drain out my blood and fill my body with ordinary herbal juices, so that I will rot forever, seal my soul in my body, and then retreat to the tomb with my master.
.In the end, I will retreat into the state of death, and then I will wake up, and feel the joy of being completely dried little by little, and then I will experience up to a hundred years of time in the tomb. Will I still be free until a hundred years ago?
After you die, you are not qualified to walk out of the tomb and become the corpse servant of that family, serving that family from generation to generation. And the corpse servant's cultivation speed is eight years a year, and the evil method is not very slow. He understands it, and it is almost the same in a hundred years.
Thousands of years of cultivation."
Before exiting the palace-like house, we stopped. At that time, four strong men came over immediately carrying two chairs. Long Danchen and Huahua were invited to sit under the chairs, and then a group of seven people came
He finished and carried us downstairs like a sedan.
Huahua pushed Long Danchen down with a throw over her shoulder, and then lifted my arm up with a click: "You still kneel down?"
Dai Weiwen took the letter, and the mummy straightened up and made another breast-stroking salute to Huahua, before turning into a wisp of fly ash and disappearing.
"What a sin. To be honest, you approve of people without money enjoying life, but that's really not enough." Long Danchen said loudly: "Anyway, if you say you understand, it's too restrictive if you don't have enough."
The person on the street lamp staggered over, and it was only when I got closer that I could vaguely see the person's true face. I was wearing a tattered cloth, and I could tell whether it was orange or brown, and my walking posture and stride were obviously like
I am an abnormal person. Through the strong light, you can't see my almost dry upper jaw and a piece of dry and white skin. The first impression of my neck is not that it is very thin, but almost fleshless, like my back.
Air-dried duck neck has been popular for some time.
"Those are simply poor people. They may be nobles who have existed for a thousand or two thousand years."
After passing through the very simple living room, we went directly to the banquet hall. There was only a long table outside the huge banquet hall, but the splendid lights and bright lights gave people a sense of prosperity spanning thousands of years.
"Eat a shit."
"The cult..." Duan Feng was silent for a while, and then burst into laughter: "That's right, and what Mr. Long said was not wrong. The cult is divided into seven kings, the north and the south, rather than the north, south, and south."
"Hey, this is nothing to be afraid of. It must be really surmountable. In the past, they directly issued bad signs to people in the world. Everything else depends on the years of cultivation. A junior cultivator can be awarded a thousand or more in four hundred years.
He is rated as intermediate every year, and he can be rated as low after 1,700 years. He was granted the status of a cultivating immortal more than two thousand years ago. Everyone will kneel down when they see him, and then he will receive an additional four hundred yuan for his vacation pay." Long Danchen's face was filled with laughter.
Shichen: "Next time, take him to the rice-cooking fairy to eat. Will he think it tastes bad?"
"You can take your leave now."
And just as we exited the manor, an electric sightseeing car parked next to us. The two of us were invited to sit down. The sightseeing car walked quickly for ten minutes before arriving at the main building.
"Yes, it may not be difficult at all. According to the mysticism, this guy must have practiced for more than a thousand years."
Long Danchen stretched out his hand, but the little warlord could only hold back his disgust and shook my hand: "Happy cooperation."
"Is the cult still divided into northern and southern kings?"
Long Danchen frowned and opened the letter and read it. As he read it, he read: "Dear Mr. Long, thank you! New opportunities are coming. In order to deepen our understanding of each other, I will send you a letter on
A welcome dinner will be held for you at No. XX, District XXX. Here, on behalf of yourself, I look forward to your arrival! The invitation is appropriate."
"Yeah, so when he said he could win, you don't think he was bragging." Huahua said with a smile.
Sitting outside the narrow luxury car, Dai Weiwen loosened his tie and leaned under the chair: "From the end of today, you are no longer the ones who control the life and death of that place."
"Go and have a look?"
"My mother is very polite." Before Long Danchen finished reading, he turned his head and glanced at Huahua: "What did he mean by that person?"
"A paradise for indulgents, a hell for women, men and children." Long Danchen was stuck in a traffic jam, watching these immature boys patting the car windows one by one to solicit customers, and said with fondness: "You hate any pornographic person?"