The bustle is still there. Hundreds of thousands of people, humans and aliens, mortals and cultivators, gather at the Samsara Peak of Cangyun Mountain. The heads of various forces are enthusiastically discussing the general strategic guidelines for dealing with the catastrophe in the future.
Before the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, it was all foreplay. At most, it was just the opening of this human union.
What is really interesting is the alliance between immortals and mortals that starts on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Just the battles and discussions that take place every day are enough to make people excited.
The short, fat old storyteller discovered the business opportunity and resumed his old business. He found a bamboo pole and picked up the curtain that had been put away for two days.
He felt that he was simply wasting his life wandering around in the world all day long.
Nowadays, the richest people in the world are all gathered here. If they don't take advantage of the opportunity to cheat and make a fortune, it would be a shame for this handsome old face.
So he joked about the world, the iron mouth was cut straight, and these eight words floated on the top of Samsara Peak.
His positioning of potential customers is very clear. One is the chiefs and clan leaders outside the Great Wall who have never seen the world, and the other is the gorgeously dressed young heroes and fairies in the world of cultivation.
As for the foreign races in southern Xinjiang and northern Xinjiang, they are not on his list of potential customers. The main reason is that he feels that they are so poor that they have nothing left to do but their pants, and he has no money to make money from.
The alliance process is on the right track. The disciples of Cangyun Sect are relatively relaxed today. They are not as busy as the previous two days. Many young disciples of Cangyun Sect can be seen in groups in Wanxiantai and Zhenwu Square.
stroll.
Their main task is to make friends with young elite disciples of other sects, or future successors of other sects, and build a good relationship first, so that they can be easily recruited into the Cangyun Sect's lineup in the future.
Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan didn't show up all night. Yangliu Di, who was responsible for monitoring the pair, also had no target. He was wandering around the top of the mountain with many fairies of Samsara Peak early this morning.
The quality of this group of women is not low, including Yang Jiu, Gu Pan'er, Chang Xiaoman, Ouyang Caiyu from the Langya Immortal Sect, as well as Guo Hui, Yang Xiaofeng, Zhao Shuanghong Juer and other women from Yuanshui Xiaozhu.
There is even a Li Wanjun holding a doll.
A group of beautiful women will attract the attention of countless male compatriots wherever they go.
Seeing a fortune teller, Yang Liudi immediately called the girls over.
At first glance, this old storyteller looked familiar. When I thought about it carefully, wasn't he the old storyteller I met at Juxian Village in Xifeng City a few days ago?
When Yang Liudi saw this charlatan, he immediately lost interest.
But the old storyteller regards wealth as his life, so naturally he will not let go of these pieces of fat that are about to reach his mouth.
He chuckled and said to Li Wanjun: "Madam, we meet again. Do you still remember me?"
Of course Li Wanjun remembered him. When she and Yuan Xiaolou were in Xifeng City, they used to consult this old man for divination. The old man also calculated that one of his relatives would be killed in the near future, and said that it was either his grandparents or his grandparents.
Li Wanjun said: "So it's you. You can climb the Samsara Peak, so you have some skills."
The old storyteller pretended to be an immortal and said: "I am a half-immortal, so flying in the air is no longer a problem."
Yang Shijiu and others were very surprised and asked Li Wanjun if he knew this old man.
Li Wanjun said that she had met him once before to have her fortune told. The old storyteller immediately climbed up the pole and said, "Since we are destined, why don't these beautiful fairies make fortune-telling fortune-tellings for the sake of acquaintances?"
For my sake, I'll give you fairies a 20% discount, eight taels of silver each. How about that? I'll give you a 20% discount.
He is a scholar of heaven and man, he knows astronomy from above, geography from below, he is proficient in yin and yang and the five elements, horoscopes and faces, fortune telling, fortune telling, and fortune telling. He can predict past lives, change the cycle of life and death, interpret birth dates, and predict marriages in three lives...
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The girls scoffed, naturally not believing the fat old man's nonsense, and turned around and left one by one.
The old storyteller chased after him, saying: "Thirty percent off, yes, forty percent off...50% off the jumping price...40% off the group purchase price...Don't leave... Let's not mention the 40% off, one tael of silver per person,
This is the price of eighteen levels of hell!"
The girls still didn't believe it.
Not far away, Ouyang Caiyu said: "Why haven't you seen Mr. Ye all morning? Nineteen, what is your senior brother busy with recently?"
Yang Jiu curled his lips and said: "Don't worry about him. He is very degenerate now. He has been with Fairy Yun all day long. The two of them didn't come back all night yesterday. I don't know what they did." Yang Liudi said: "You blame me for this.
, Senior Sister asked me to keep an eye on them recently and not give them a chance to be alone together. Yesterday, I was watching the excitement, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared. Hey, I don’t have to guard them tightly in the future.
Well, after one night, I guess the two of them have done everything they need to do."
Yang Xiaofeng said: "That's fine. We are all dozens of years old. When we fall in love, we can't be overly sentimental." Hong Juer said: "That's right, my junior sister is a gorgeous beauty, Xiaochuan."
After dating her for so many years, there has never been a home run, which is pretty good. Now that they are engaged, it is justifiable. Let that little pervert treat the little master
Sister, you can do whatever you want!" Zhao Shuang seemed to have a more conservative mind and said, "An engagement is not a marriage, how can it be justified? Look at the third senior sister, the marriage with her cousin was approved by the master, and it has been so many years.
Isn’t Third Senior Sister still in perfect condition?
Junior sister and Xiaochuan are not determined, especially Xiaochuan, who has ideological and moral problems." Yang Xiaofeng said: "Shuang, you can't say that. According to the time set by the senior sister and the master uncle, Xiaochuan wants to meet with junior sister.
To get married, the Master's Ding You period is required to expire. There are still seven or eight years to go. They are all children of Jianghu. They must first get on board and then make love.
It's normal. I think it's good now. Xiaochuan and his junior sister are done well, so that Nangong Bat, the woman who claims to be Xiaochuan's destiny, won't have any plans to attack Xiaochuan. Also, third senior sister, you've already taken care of it.
You have been in good health for so many years, and it just so happened that your cousin was also in Cangyun Mountain recently. You took the time to take care of things. Look at Baby Yang, how cute he is. Our Yuanshui Xiaozhu has been here since Xiaochuan was driven away by his master.
After that, there was no more baby. The junior sister had not recovered from her health, her menstruation had not recovered, and she still had a fragile heart. It was difficult to conceive a baby, and she could not be counted on at all. Now the important task of having a baby fell on her.
your body
It’s on!”
Guo Hui raised her hands in surrender and said: "Aren't you discussing Xiaochuan and Junior Sister? Why are you pointing the finger at me again? We are talking about having a baby, Xiaoman, I think we should discuss you."
Chang Xiaoman turned around and left, not to get involved in the conversation of these crazy women.
She wanted a child, and so did Zhao Wuji, especially her master, Taoist Chi Yan, who was going crazy wanting to hold his disciple. But no matter how hard she and Zhao Wuji tried in the past ten years, her stomach just didn't respond.
