Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Five When the Fake is Real, It’s True and It’s Fake, Inaction Sometimes There Is No
"It was such a joyful night, and I became happy too."
Looking at the figure coming out from behind the screen, the owner shook his hands, clapped his hands, and laughed inexplicably:
"That's so well said. The banquet of bliss should be nothing short of... Come, lift off your veil and let the new guests take a good look at your faces!"
Black figures stood in front of the case, wrapped in thick gold-rimmed black silk from head to toe, like carefully dressed gifts. There was a louder moan among the guests, and Wuming saw a pair of burning eyeballs between himself and
The figures were turning back and forth, jealousy, greed, longing, envy... all kinds of emotions flowed out, all undisguised.
"As a new guest, please forgive me for being abrupt."
The master bowed in obeisance, walked up to the first figure, and uncovered a corner of the black silk ribbon.
Bang!
Taoist Fei Xuan stood up violently. He seemed to have been greatly frightened. He was so violent that he knocked down the woman who was serving behind him. The golden bottle in his hand made a crisp sound on the ground, spilling the wine pulp all over the ground. Hei Ling
Below is a beautiful woman with white hair like frost, a bright face, graceful eyebrows, and a woman's bun. She seems to be no longer a girl.
She is indeed a beauty, but even a peerless beauty would not be so shocked, not to mention that Taoist Fei Xuan's face was not full of life after seeing a beauty, but more like he had just bumped into a living ghost!
"He... damn..."
Before Wu Ming and the others could react, Taoist Fei Xuan took the compass in his hand and trembled with trembling: "Who the hell are you? How do you know these things!"
"This is a banquet of bliss, so it is natural to entertain guests with bliss." The host smiled lightly: "I know nothing about you, but I couldn't bear to see the sadness in the hearts of new guests, so I used some small means to satisfy them.
Your wishes."
"How...how could such a thing happen..." Taoist Fei Xuan slowly shook his head and took a few steps back in vain: "She is dead, no... this is not her..."
"When falsehood is true, truth is also false; inaction sometimes exists and does not exist." The master sighed: "Things like truth and falsehood seem to be clear, but who can bear to distinguish them?"
He waved his broad sleeves lightly, and the beautiful white-haired woman stepped forward lightly and took Taoist Fei Xuan's hand.
Taoist Fei Xuan was trembling as if struck by lightning. Finally, he clenched the compass and lowered his fingertips, unable to refuse.
"Could it be your ladyship?" the host asked.
"She is the teacher's wife, who taught me Kanyu and Xunlong." Taoist Fei Xuan turned his head stiffly and said in a trance: "After I was expelled from Zhenwu Mountain by the teacher, she died. I heard that she died in a grave in the West Plains.
"
"You obviously have the intention to share the fragrance, but because of the great defense of human ethics, you can only force yourself to be patient?"
The host clapped his hands gently: "Please have fun. This is Yuanqiao and Baiyujing. There is no etiquette and no restraint here. It is a place where you can do whatever you want... A banquet of bliss should be
It’s Bai Wuji.”
The middle door was open, and the cool moonlight on the ground soaked in like a tide. Taoist Fei Xuan followed the woman out of Bai Yujing numbly, ignoring his companion's repeated gestures, like a woodcutter whose soul had been taken away by the ghosts in the mountains.
"...Who are you?" Finally, he turned around and asked hoarsely.
"King's clothes."
"King uniform?"
"I came from the territory of the Kutian people and studied under the Master. I am Pang Ziran's senior brother and the owner of Yuanqiao Immortal Island." The master glanced at Wu Ming with a smile: "Do you still have any doubts?"
"Ridiculous! You..."
"Fake things can be real when they are real, and inaction sometimes exists and does not exist. Have you forgotten my preface?" The host reminded lightly: "The light and evening are short, and the night is long and painful. Please stop."
Taoist Fei Xuan's lips twitched for a moment, but he still lowered his head silently, avoiding Wu Ming's gaze, and was helped down by the woman.
"please."
After the first person left Bai Yujing, the master raised the black silk again. This time, some of the knights burst into exclamation.
"mother!"
"Commander? Are you still alive?!"
"Alian!"
"Fourth...is this you, Fourth?"
…
Under the continuous exclamations, ghostly scenes emerged one after another, which were so weird that they made the few remaining people shudder. It seemed that there was a ghost hanging upside down from the eaves late at night, staring at every inch of the person with green eyes.
skin.
There is no more luxurious space than this. Every inch of the bricks and stones is as clear as jade, and the fragrance is as precious as the fragrant breath found only in the furnace of gods.
There seems to be nothing more exquisite than this.
But all this.
Inexplicable, weird, like a group feast of demons and cannibals...
"Xu Qing..."
Zhang Yan stood up blankly, her eye circles instantly turned red as she watched her master lift off the black silk scarf, and the tall scholar in Confucian robes appeared.
Words have lost all power.
Evil, burning, sadness, ugliness, sourness, pain...all are uncovered, the clothes that hide them are taken off, and they are all exposed to the public without reservation.
The figures gradually dispersed, and the owner looked around with a smile, like a demon looking at people's depravity, and then gently opened another black silk scarf.
Bang——
Mr. Gongyang's pupils tightened, and the old man panicked. His lips trembled and moved. He stared at the small figure under the black silk and let out a sob deep in his throat.
Under the black silk scarf is an old boy, wearing tiger-head shoes, with an old blue scar on his forehead.
"Sir!" Wu Ming suddenly shouted: "Don't go!"
This shout alarmed the sluggish boy. He rolled his eyes blankly. When his eyes moved to the trembling old man, he was stunned for a long time, and then he laughed stupidly:
"grandfather……"
When everything seemed to be silent, Mr. Gongyang's shadow also disappeared in Bai Yujing. The owner slowly took a long breath and raised the corners of his lips.
now.
In the entire White Jade Capital, apart from the strange guests, the only ones left were Wu Ming and Xie Fanjing.
"Is tonight's blissful banquet finally coming to an end?"
The master smiled and sighed. He looked at Xie Fanjing, bowed his head and said, "Please."
puff--
His hands froze in place.
The thin black silk seemed to have infinite weight at this moment, as heavy as a mountain.
The master turned around and looked at Wu Ming, his face showing doubt for the first time.
After a brief silence, he nodded slightly to Wu Ming, and then moved towards the other piece of black silk, but unexpectedly, the movement of his hand was also frozen.
With these two stiff movements.
Outside Baiyujing, the surging tide and moonlight that hit the cliff all rippled slightly like dizziness, and instantly disappeared.
The sky and the earth were left with vast swathes of blank space, and nothing remained. After a long time, it was slowly filled with the gradually appearing moonlight and tide, and the scene returned to its original state.
"It's really interesting..."
After being stunned, the master high-fived happily and laughed. He was a little puzzled, but did not show any surprise:
