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Chapter 145: Seven Sons of Qingli

There are brilliant clouds and brilliant mist.

Divine rainbows stretched across the sky, thousands of lights reflected behind them, rising and falling erratically, sweeping in like wild waves.

Cui Yuanzhou just put his head out and was caught off guard, almost blinded by the bright light.

In this sea of ​​light that blocks out the sun, the cloud car with its rainbow glow is as inconspicuous as Taicang rice.

The roar of distant thunder is like an ancient god sitting on the nine heavens, beating a big drum heavily.

He quickly shook his head, opened his eyes wide again, and looked curiously into the distance.

In addition to himself, there were hundreds of densely packed escaping lights, which also stopped one after another, and the bustling voices of people spread from the escaping lights.

All the ideas within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles were attracted, making the surrounding celestial phenomena turbulent and dark.

Rolling warm light pours down from the sky, like a golden crow spitting fire, and even the air carries a bit of the intense heat of summer.

On the other side, it was still raining, snowing, and pale.

On the vast river surface, an extremely wide, boundless and tall bright water mirror stands abruptly across the river surface.

Push away all the bad winds, turbid waves, miserable fog and misty clouds at a distance.

Cui Yuanzhou opened his eyes wide in astonishment again, and let out a sound of admiration.

Dry clouds cover the sun, the wind leaps over the clouds... These are all difficult to describe the one-tenth-thousandth degree of the water mirror's wonder.

Just like breaking off a piece of Qiongtian, what caught Cui Yuanzhou's eyes was the clearest and flawless color.

His heart tightened, as if he was being squeezed tightly by two big hands, and even his breathing slowed down unconsciously.

In the bright water mirror, the skylight and cloud shadows hundreds of miles around are reflected, one by one.

Cui Yuanzhou paid close attention and finally found the location of the cloud car.

It is a small rainbow dot in the water mirror. If you are not careful, you may miss it.

He took two steps back in disbelief and stopped talking.

Even though he came from an extraordinary family, Lingchi Taoist Temple was one of the three lower houses of Tao Te Sect, and he saw very few vulgar things in his life.

But the Dragon Palace has been rich in treasures since ancient times, and Lord Qingli is even a great demon in the Six Realms.

This is Cui Yuanzhou's first time seeing such a magnificent object like the water mirror in front of him.

Needless to say, even Bai Shu and Huiyuan beside him looked shocked and speechless.

The water mirror is tall and wide, like a barrier between heaven and earth.

Around the water mirror, under the rule of Qingli Palace, a group of aquatic creatures with scales and armor, shrimp heads and fish tails, all raised waves of water, flew into the air, and surrounded the water mirror.

In a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, Baizhu's eyes suddenly became fixed.

Yellow Jiao...

This was clearly the yellow dragon that Wuhui met at the center of the Tongjiang River when he took Baizhu to Fengshan.

Each of its scales is as bright as gold, shining with a scorching golden luster, adding a bit of bright color to the sky, like a small sun rising from the water.

The yellow dragon flies in the air, and every move is in harmony with the water here, setting off countless turbulent waves and slapping in all directions.

And the dragon body, which is as huge as a mountain, is as tiny as an insect or ant in front of the water mirror.

The yellow dragon roared loudly, and the sound waves roared in the sky,

Divine light circulated around it, and it transformed into a young man in a yellow shirt with a swollen nose and eyebrows on his temples.

Under the feet of the young man in yellow shirt, there seemed to be an endless stream of bright stars, rushing and surging, giving off a brilliant glow.

Following the long chant of the boy in yellow shirt, five or six thick black shadows suddenly flew out from under the river.

The roar of the dragon resounded across the sky and the earth, like spring thunder.

Bai Shu caught a glimpse of the pain on Cui Yuanzhou's face. He stretched out his finger and a five-color halo enveloped him.

Cui Yuanzhou breathed a long sigh of relief. He rubbed his head and shook his head vigorously.

After several dragon roars, six more young men with various clothes and different body shapes appeared beside the young man in yellow shirt.

The six people either wore golden crowns on their heads and had stern eyes; or they were dressed in colorful rosy clothes, gorgeous and beautiful; or they had two snakes on their feet, exposing their strong upper bodies, or they were holding a colorful coral tree, shining brightly.

Some are holding magical swords, and there are signs of thousands of waters rushing on their heads, faintly converging into an infinite sea. There are also green lotuses growing all over the side of their bodies, and the sun and moon are hidden in their eyes. The majestic existence.

"The Seventh Son of Qingli."

Hui Yuan on the side sighed softly:

"These seven Jiaolongzi are the seven people with the highest cultivation level in Qingli Palace, except Qingli Lord."

He looked at the two people holding magical swords and with the sun and moon hidden in their eyes, and spoke in admiration:

"Among the seven sons of Qingli, these two are the most outstanding, surpassing all the heroes."

"Who are they?"

Cui Yuanzhou asked curiously.

"Fat Niu'er is really ignorant and incompetent." Huiyuan replied lazily, but ignored him.

"alright."

Bai Shu stopped the furious Cui Yuanzhou and asked the same question:

"What's the story behind these two people?"

"The one holding the magic sword is called Mr. Zhemei. He is a real romantic figure."

Huiyuan looked solemn and quickly said to Bai Shu:

"Zhe Meijun once studied at Yedu Academy and is good at calligraphy and painting. He was later than the Song Dynasty who rebelled against him, and he did not give in too much."

"Just a few strokes of the character "bird"?" The little fat man squinted: "That's it?"

"You are really stupid."

Huiyuan sneered:

"Does it mean that the magic sword in his hand is not good? Mr. Zhe Mei is a world-famous little sword fairy. His swordsmanship is superb and he has conquered many elites from aristocratic families in Ye."

"Where's the one with lotus flowers?"

Cui Yuanzhou was angry at first, and then very curious about the story that followed, so he had to temporarily surrender to the fat black bald donkey in front of him.

"The one with the green lotus blooming all over his body does not have a clear name. The young monk only knows that he is not a pure-blooded dragon, but the son of Lord Qingli and my human woman."

"Since his name is not obvious." Bai Shu couldn't help but wonder: "How can he deserve such respect from the monk?"

"Does the Taoist Master know about Mount Taiwei?" Huiyuan shook his head: "The Taoist Master must have heard of the reputation of Taoist disciples in Mount Taiwei."

"I know this." Baizhu nodded slightly.

In Changle City, Bai Shu once met the human demon Xu Yan of Changshui Temple.

It is said that Taiweishan Taozi killed him with his own hands and sent him to Yedu.

In Xiaozang Mountain, Bai Shu had a small fight with Xu Jiazhong's pupils.

Taiweishan Daozi's sister, the genius who earned the reputation of Xiao Daozi, was also competing with Double-eyed Xu Yong for the mountain spirit in Xiaozang Mountain.

In the world of Dazheng, Buddhism has regarded Vajra Temple as the most respected place since ancient times, and it is difficult for anyone to rival it.

In the Taoist sect, Taoism, Taiweishan, etc. competed with each other for infinite years.

However, after Taiweishan Daozi was born, Taiweishan surpassed other companies in the younger generation.

He was known as Wu Xian, the divine monk of Vajra Temple, and was often compared to him by the world.

There is no reason why Baizhu wouldn't notice such an outstanding person.

"Jiao Longzi, who has green lotuses blooming all over his body, has no name, but he has been hidden by Lord Qingli."

Huiyuan opened his mouth and explained:

"But he once had a debate with Taiweishan Daozi, which was recorded by Baixiao Tower, a subsidiary of Jie Jingshan."

"What was the result?"

Cui Yuanzhou listened with great interest.

"No victory, no defeat." Huiyuan responded.

"Invincible, invincible..." Bai Shu sighed:

"I heard that during this selection of a son-in-law, Buddhist disciples from the Vajra Temple would come from as far away as Tongjiang, Taiwei Mountain, Daode Sect and other distinguished families to watch the ceremony.

The world's talented people can be said to be a gathering of talents."



While Baizhu, Huiyuan and others were talking, they were in front of the boundless water mirror.

The young man in yellow shirt's eyes were focused. He looked at the hundreds of escaping lights below and the densely packed crowd in the distance, and said in a deep voice:

"Gentlemen, please listen to what I have to say!"


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