The capital of the Northern Wei Kingdom, Luoyi, Qinghe Palace.
Your Highness, White Jade, and a group of dancers are stepping lightly on the musicians' beats, waving their fluttering long sleeves as bright as moonlight. In their movements, they are as nimble as deer jumping in the mountain stream, but their eyes are as charming as white foxes in the deep forest.
The warm light of the lotus reflected on them, and the countless slightly dizzy lights also swayed with the dancer's figure, like lotus flowers emerging from the water.
Their arms are as white as jade, and their eyes are full of excitement. In terms of appearance, if placed in Luoyi, each of them would be a beauty worth hundreds of thousands of gold.
But at this moment, in the Qinghe Palace, no one paid attention to them except for a few well-known lustful ghosts.
As they drank wine, the warm smell of wine filled the Qinghe Palace.
Even the breath is filled with the aroma of wine that is so rich that it cannot be dissolved.
Tonight is the day when King Wei invites his ministers to a banquet.
The ministers were arranged on both sides according to their seats. They were separated by the lotus pond in the palace. The white mist in the pond and the fragrance from the incense cage were mixed together, like the scenery in the palace of the gods.
The wine was half drunk, and everyone was a little drunk. Even if there were internal officials serving, the cups and plates were still in a mess.
When the banquet started, King Wei had said beforehand that nothing should be done here.
Even so, just listen to it, and no one dares to take advantage of it.
Amidst the sound of music and the laughter in the hall, Ruan Ting held his chin in boredom, like a cat drinking water, licking the sweet liquid in the golden bottle from time to time.
His eyes moved around on the dancer's face, his throat moved, and he swallowed his saliva unconsciously.
But when those beautiful women's eyes came to them intentionally or unintentionally, Ruan Ting was so frightened that he shrank his head and pretended to be dumbfounded.
After sitting there for an hour, he felt his butt was sore and looked forward to having a feast as soon as possible.
Beiwei Holy Land, Zhenwu Mountain!
Ruan Ting is a native of the Holy Land. He came to Luoyi with his master to see the world.
This time King Wei hosted a banquet, so he was naturally qualified to enter the Qinghe Palace.
Looking from a distance, the master was laughing with a few cow noses. Ruan Ting, who didn't recognize anyone, sighed and took another sip of wine angrily.
"Xiao Tanyue is a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain?"
Suddenly, a male voice came from behind.
Ruan Ting was so frightened that he choked. He coughed repeatedly and turned around.
The young monk with a strange and handsome face had a smile in his eyes. His eyebrows were dotted with blood-like cinnabar. The monk held up the golden bottle and raised it slightly toward Ruan Ting.
"Yes." Ruan Ting pinched his throat and said honestly.
He secretly glanced at the young monk and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.
Is the man so good-looking?
Why?!
"I heard that there was a figure in the Hidden Sect of Zhenwu Mountain. As soon as he was born, he killed four Vajras and the Taoist disciples of Zhenwu Mountain."
The young monk looked at me with a smile: "I wonder if your Excellency recognizes it?"
"They bully others! I just want to see the turtle and snake statue, but they scold me and even kill me!"
Ruan Ting's color suddenly changed, his face flushed, and he tried to distinguish: "I...I..."
"It's true." Facing the young monk's interested gaze, Ruan Ting said, "I am the person the master said."
The young monk smiled casually, put his arm around Ruan Ting, and sat down with his companion.
The monk's language was interesting and his words were humorous. Ruan Ting, who was originally a little reserved, gradually relaxed and chatted with the monk.
Time passed for half an hour, when Ruan Ting was told a slang joke in the countryside, and Ruan Ting was so amused that he couldn't stop laughing.
Suddenly, the young monk raised his head, looking thoughtful.
"What's wrong?" Ruan Ting stopped laughing and asked quickly.
"A foster son named Zhang Boyu died." The young monk shook his head: "It's a pity."
"Who killed him?"
Ruan Ting frowned: "Master, do you want me to help you seek justice?"
"That man is the captain of Nanzheng. He just used the Naluojia Spear to kill two Vajras."
"oh……"
Ruan Ting, who was still angry, sat down again. The corners of his mouth twitched and he didn't know what to say.
Although he is stupid, he thinks he is not stupid.
It’s just about fighting King Kong. I have beaten more than one King Kong.
But the captain of Nanzheng...
Now that the war between the two countries is in full swing, Ruan Ting is not stupid enough to go to the border and help a friend he just met to beat someone.
The young monk glanced at Ruan Ting, who was hesitating, with an expression that was half-smiling.
When Ruan Ting was looked at by the young monk and became more and more sarcastic, and he was almost determined to comply with his previous boast, the monk suddenly spoke.
"Brother Ruan is Yang Fu?"
"yes."
"It's really rare for Yang Fu to kill King Kong."
"Is there something rare?" Ruan Ting gave the young monk a strange look:
"My master said that when he was young, he defeated human immortals in the Yang Fu realm."
"He's bragging." The young monk said calmly.
Ruan Ting looked stunned. He touched his head with a doubtful expression.
"The Spear of Luojia?"
After a while, Ruan Ting, who was opened to talk, couldn't help but say:
"What is that?"
"Have you ever heard of the idea of Po Chi Guan?" the young monk smiled.
"No."
"After cultivating the Shura Eye, you will be able to possess three types of pupil skills: thunder and lightning, purple mist, and celestial light... The Luojia Spear is a spear of thunder and punishment that can penetrate causes and conditions, one of a kind."
"Master has also practiced?" Ruan Ting asked curiously.
"For example, although Tao is general, there are thousands of kinds of Dharma, and the eye skills obtained by each person are different.
I got a miasma in the thunder path, which can confuse people's minds and confuse the five senses. I got a Mendala stone eye in the poisonous mist, which can poison all living beings under the killer immortal."
The young monk spoke calmly: "As for Zhou Guang, they are all ordinary magical powers, but they are no different."
Ruan Ting's eyes lit up, he raised his glass and asked:
"Can the master teach me?"
Such magical power sounds amazing!
Miasma Lightning, Tuoluo Stone Eyes, Naluojia's Spear, Zhou Guang...
Compared with the ancient inheritance of Zhenwu Mountain, it seems to be no less generous.
"able."
The young monk nodded slightly, which also made Ruan Ting, who was prepared to be rejected, stunned.
"Is the condition that the captain of Nanzheng be killed?" Ruan Ting hesitated:
"I need to take a look. If I can't agree immediately, maybe he is not guilty enough to die?"
"I'll give it to you for free." The monk's smile continued.
"Why?"
"Huang Hu'er is the descendant of Huiju Baoguang King Buddha, Chen Jizi is controlled by Mrs. Yuxia, Chu Xun is the layout of the three qi gods of Yuan Palace, Chen Youzhi is the pawn of the Xu Emperor Yonghe, and you, as the supreme virtue of Chongxu
The great immortal’s move..."
Miao Yan smiled secretly and spoke in a warm voice:
"All the saints want to have fun, so of course the poor monk must do whatever it takes to flatter him and be a dog that knows how to wag his tail!"
But Ruan Ting did not hear Miao Yan's heartfelt words.
No one in the entire hall heard it.
In Ruan Ting's eyes, the young monk just smiled but did not answer.
Ruan Ting raised the gold bottle, shook his head, and put the wine bottle down.
Subconsciously, he wanted to refuse the monk's gift, but when the words came to him, he didn't know how to say it.
When Ruan Ting suppressed his blush and tried to organize his words.
Suddenly, just as I was looking up, behind the golden veil.
A figure wearing an imperial crown suddenly stood up.
