Chapter six hundred and eighty nine fish in the pond
"The hundredth beauty mural..."
Shen Lanzhou's eyes were excited and he said with a smile: "It must be a very good painting. Let's go and see it too?"
Yu Qingqiu smiled and nodded, then looked at Lin Zhao.
Lin Zhao led the donkey and said with a smile: "Then let's go and have a look!"
So, the group of people followed the flow of people and walked towards the back mountain. Not long after, a landscape restriction was opened, and the 100th picture of the beauties of Lingze Mountain appeared on the mountain wall in front, and saw countless young people. Junyan stood in front of the mural and looked at it mesmerized. But when Lin Zhao cast his first glance at the mural, he was already trembling and felt unable to move.
Above the mural, there is a girl in an apricot-yellow dress. Her appearance can be called a sinking fish and a goose. She is holding a green lotus leaf in her hand, her slender feet are splashing in the water, and her pair of jade legs are perfect.
The 100th mural turned out to be Qingyan, and it was Qingyan when he was about fifteen or sixteen years old. In terms of appearance and figure, he was quite close to Xu Yan.
Looking at Qingyan in the mural, Lin Zhao felt as if his whole body had been struck by lightning. In an instant, he was once again immersed in a thought. In the fantasy world, Qingyan walked over, opened his hands and threw himself into his arms. Her red lips were dripping, her beautiful eyes were blurred, and she cried out in a charming voice: "Brother, I miss you so much. We finally meet again..."
Lin Zhao was as if he was petrified on the spot, unable to move. He could feel that the mural goddess in front of him was definitely not Qingyan, but a real inner demon, an inner demon that grew out of his own heart.
"My Qingyan."
He looked at the woman in his arms and said with a sad smile: "She lived and died, she has passed away..."
As he spoke, thousands of rays of sword intent erupted from his body, and the body of the mural goddess was torn to pieces in an instant, but another mournful cry came from the vast sky, still Qingyan's voice.
Lin Zhao felt a little sad. It was Qingyan's voice, as if she had really come back from the dead. But Lin Zhao remembered what Qingyan said to him before she passed away. Be careful of the painter Wu Yuanzi. All Wu Yuanzi's plans were absolutely perfect. It's not a good intention, but this Lingze Mountain is probably Wu Yuanzi's most proud plan. You can tell it when you look at the group of fascinated young talents in the world in front of you.
"okay."
Lin Zhao frowned and took a step out of the world of Yi Nian. Suddenly, there were faint golden words of Confucianism and Taoism looming under his feet, and a flying sword turned into a stream of light and lingered around him, which made Lin Zhao's heart clear. As the saying goes, a gentleman should be cautious, restrain himself and return to etiquette, and should not let desire blind him. Suddenly, after Lin Zhao stepped forward step by step, the world of Yi Nian disappeared inch by inch. In the blink of an eye, Lin Zhao was once again standing in front of the mural.
On the side, the folding fan goddess Liu Liying couldn't help being a little surprised when she saw that Lin Zhao's spiritual platform was clear again, and she immediately showed a rather pleased smile.
Lin Zhao looked up and saw that this hundredth mural was called the Mayfly Goddess, named Qingyan.
Shen Lanzhou looked up at the mural, with a pair of eyes filled with intoxication, and said softly: "If I can have a light face in this life, what else can I ask for?"
"Ahem..."
Lin Zhao smiled and coughed.
And Yu Qingqiu looked at Shen Lanzhou, with a look that hated iron. As a saint of the Yuyao Sect, Yu Qingqiu naturally had extremely high standards for selecting Taoist monks on the mountain. And if you, Shen Lanzhou, just meet one The kind of person you love is really not qualified to hang around in front of me, Yu Qingqiu. On the contrary...
Yu Qingqiu looked at Lin Zhao, and suddenly there was a bit of confusion in his beautiful eyes. This swordsman named Lin Zhao had a very mysterious identity, but his talent was too high. When he entered the valley, he gave a green clam coin to the previous ranking. The first Folding Fan Goddess was summoned from the mural. Now standing in front of the hundredth Goddess Mayfly, she was not as intoxicated as the other young handsome men. How could an ordinary person have this level of concentration?
For a moment, Yu Qingqiu frowned. Could this swordsman named Lin Zhao be the proud son of a famous family in the mountains? If that's the case, he would travel around the world and form a friendship with someone like Lin Zhao. Will Taoist companions be able to bring enough benefits to the Yuyao Sect in the future? But if it is the opposite, Lin Zhao is just walking around alone, with no famous family behind him, what should he do if he bets wrong? Really risking his own money Honor and virginity to fight for the future of the Jade Shake Sect?
She was hesitant and her eyes wavered. In fact, she wanted to take a gamble. After all, Lin Zhao was extraordinary in every way and good-looking. Although he was a swordsman, he had the elegant aura of a scholar, which was not as good as the dandy aura of Shen Lanzhou. Knowing how much stronger he was, speaking of it, with Lin Zhao's appearance and talent, marrying him would not be considered a humiliation to oneself.
Yu Qingqiu gritted his silver teeth, thinking about the battle between heaven and man. One was Shen Lanzhou, the other was Lin Zhao, one was the iron-clad future owner of the Seven Stars Valley, and the other was a ruthless swordsman. What choice should he make?
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"Master Shen?"
Lin Zhao frowned and looked at Shen Lanzhou not far away, who was still looking at the Mayfly Goddess infatuatedly.
"ah?!"
Shen Lanzhou was called out of his obsession by Lin Zhao. He felt a little ashamed and said with his fists in his hands: "The light-faced goddess is really fascinating. It's Shen who lost his temper. I'm sorry..."
Yu Qingqiu smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. If you like it, just watch it for a while."
Shen Lanzhou was a little embarrassed: "It's okay, it's okay... Is it time to go down the mountain?"
"Yes."
Lin Zhao smiled slightly and said: "I just want to tell you two that today's mountain tour is over and I have to go down the mountain, so I say goodbye to you two here. If we are destined to meet again in the future, we will meet again."
"OK."
Shen Lanzhou wished that Lin Zhao could get out of here quickly, so as not to affect the two of him and Yu Qingqiu's world alone. It was impossible for the Folding Fan Goddess and the Mayfly Goddess to interact with him, Shen Lanzhou. In this case, he would settle for the next best thing, Yu Qingqiu. The Jade Shaking Sect saint is also pretty good.
"Miss Yu Qingqiu, I'm leaving."
Lin Zhao unexpectedly patted the wild donkey, and immediately put the wild donkey on his shoulders. Then he raised his fingers and summoned a fiery red light. It was Feijian Hongye. He jumped on the flying sword and immediately transformed. He rushed towards the small town at the foot of the mountain because of a sword light, while Liu Liying, the folding fan goddess, looked at Lin Zhao's back angrily and just left without saying hello to herself?
The next moment, Liu Liying gently waved the folding fan in her hand, led the white horse and stepped forward. She suddenly turned into a wisp of tender golden spiritual wind in the mountain, and followed Lin Zhao down the mountain. She was the girl Lin Zhao called from the mural. Those who come out will naturally follow Lin Zhao all the way and regard him as their master.
"They're gone."
Yu Qingqiu bit her red lips and looked at Lin Zhao. The folding fan goddess disappeared in the direction. Her majestic chest was rising and falling, and her chest was filled with depression. It seemed that Lin Zhao really didn't care about him other than the courtesy of a chance encounter. Just a few words, could it be that in his mind, Lin Zhao, I, Yu Qingqiu, was really so worthless?
Looking at Shen Lanzhou again, Yu Qingqiu felt that he was dwarfed by him. Compared with Lin Zhao, Shen Lanzhou, the young master of Qixing Valley, actually became a little embarrassed.
"Qingqiu."
Shen Lanzhou's voice became much softer and said: "Lin Zhao has gone down the mountain, let's go down too. There are many delicacies in the small town in Lingze Mountain. May I invite you to taste all kinds of delicacies with the flavor of ancient Shu?"
"Not interested."
Yu Qingqiu soared into the sky and descended the mountain with his sword, saying: "I'm going back to the inn to rest."
"oh……"
Shen Lanzhou also hurriedly went down the mountain with his sword.
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A world of flowers, Lushan Mountain in the south of Lingnan.
There are a series of towers and palaces connected between the mountains, opening up a world rich in sword energy in the wild world. It is the Chi family of the world-famous Lingnan Sword Sect.
In the Sword Sect, in a tall building, a young sword cultivator in a blue gown sat on the railing. He looked carefree and lazy, but his powerful sword intent was extremely strong. As a Yuan Yuan, Ying Jianxiu is considered a true master of swordsmanship in Baihua World.
A fish in the pond, the young master of the Lingnan Sword Sect is given high hopes, and he is better than his master.
Originally, the fish in the pond planned to warm up the sword intention and repair his tattered sword heart, but every time he was immersed in the sword intention, that beautiful figure appeared in his mind, and she struck a blow. Wearing a red dress, holding a white horse, and holding a folding fan in her hand, she looked like a goddess descending from the mortal world. Her eyes were not stained with a trace of dust, as if the whole world had nothing to do with her.
For a moment, the fish in the pond was in pain, why do some women change their hearts even if they say they have changed their hearts? Could it be that the future head of the Lingnan Sword Sect is really not worthy of her, Liu Liying, not to mention the love he has for her with all his heart, this Isn’t that enough? Why did she still ruthlessly walk back into the murals decades ago?
"Whoosh!"
A gray figure landed not far away. It was an elder of the Jindan Sword Sect wearing a gray robe. He took out a letter from his arms and said: "Our people sent a letter from Feiyu from Lingze Mountain, saying It is the folding fan goddess Liu Liying who has been summoned from the mural by a young sword cultivator who spent a green clam coin, and now she is following the sword cultivator in the small town at the foot of Lingze Mountain."
"ah?!"
The fish in the pond suddenly stood up, and its heart was beating fiercely. After waiting for so many years, she finally walked out of the mural? However, the last time Liu Liying walked out of the mural, it was because she was She stayed in the mural for too long, so she came out on her own, but this time is different. She came out because others threw money into the mural. This way of coming out is based on the contract between heaven and earth with a master-servant relationship!
"Liying!"
The fish in the pond was extremely sad and angry: "Back then, I threw nearly a hundred gold mullet coins into the mural and you were unwilling to come out. Now someone else's green clam money actually called you out of the mural. Who is that person?" What's the origin? Do you really have three heads and six arms? Is it because a god descended to earth?"
As he spoke, the fish in the pond rose up from the ground, and the man and his sword merged into a sword light and headed west.
"Little Lord!"
Elder Jindan shouted: "Don't be impulsive, let alone kill people in Lingze Mountain!"
…
A small town at the foot of Lingze Mountain.
Lin Zhao stood in front of a series of buildings built against the mountain. This building is called Lingze Cave. I heard the big brother who sells sesame cakes said that the most famous thing in Lingze Cave is hot pot. Lingze Cave Hot Pot is the best in the world. One thing is to say, if you don’t enter Lingze Cave when you come to Lingze Mountain, you haven’t come.
“I have to try it!”
Lin Zhao looked at the hot pot restaurant in front of him, feeling satisfied and full of appetite, but then he looked behind him and saw the beautiful goddess holding a white horse, holding a folding fan, and shining in golden light, still standing behind him.
"Liu Liying, you don't have to follow me, let's go." He frowned.
