Yu Qingjue sat quietly and played the harp, and the sound of the harp was so sine that it filled the intestines.
"Owner!"
Hearing the call, Yu Qingjue pressed the string to stop the sound and said calmly: "Come in!"
After people came in, he asked, "What's the matter?"
"The Forum on Xia Xing Dao is being held in the Central Plains. Many forces in the West Wulin are preparing to participate in this meeting. They have united and want to invite the master to participate as a representative."
Mu Meisheng said after bowing, her voice was flat with a hint of expectation, as if she hoped Yu Qingjue could participate.
"Hey, I heard that the Central Plains is in chaos right now. The demons who massacred the four regions some time ago are now there. Qing Jue, listen to me and we will not participate."
A charming voice came from the silk tent on the side.
Needless to say, he knew who it was with this tone. Mu Meisheng glanced at Luo Zhang with disgust, and then said: "My master didn't even attend the wedding. After so long, master, don't you want to go and see it?"
"Hey, as a disciple, if you don't take the initiative to visit and greet me, there is no reason for the master to go to visit. You are really unfilial!"
Mu Mei shouted loudly: "Shut up, enchantress, my little master is quiet and indifferent, how can I allow you to slander me here? Besides, every time I send a letter to come to visit, you secretly reply and reject it in the name of the master..."
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Seeing that the quarrel was about to start again, Yu Qingjue knocked on the table and coughed lightly: "Well, Mei Sheng will go to the Central Plains to look at the piano and dustpan on my behalf. Remember, you are not allowed to participate in the discussion of chivalry."
"It's the master!"
After receiving the permission, Mu Meisheng looked happy, turned around and left the attic without arguing with Jun Haitang.
Shortly after she left, Jun Haitang spoke again, with a more serious tone than before, "With the current situation in the Central Plains, do you really trust her to go alone?"
Yu Qingjue smiled and said: "Although Mei Sheng's strength is not very strong, as long as he does not actively interfere with the situation in the Central Plains, he should be able to protect himself. Besides, didn't you send those two disciples to accompany you secretly?"
"Once you enter the world, you can't help yourself. You are not stained by the world of mortals, but the world of mortals stains you. You should know better than anyone else!"
As she spoke, Jun Haitang snorted: "You just spoil that girl too much."
Hearing this, Yu Qingjue sighed.
"It's a pity that the three of them, Yuan Lanqu, were sent to the world to help their friends hold the new Supreme Banquet. Otherwise, if the four tunes went together, I would be relieved."
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Tianzuo Peak, Lingyun Zhankou.
The father of fantasy sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, as calm as ever.
Sudden!
Rumble…
The mountain peaks rumbled violently, and the earth began to shake violently. Under the turbulence, the figure of the father of Hua Huan was unable to stabilize. He opened his eyes, and his eyes were calm without any trace of panic.
"Seven catastrophes in the fantasy world. Taotie wind!"
With a loud shout, the father of Kua Huan stood up and raised his palms, trying to stabilize the chaos of the earth dragon with the powerful wind, but the vibration suddenly stopped.
Immediately, the mountain peak collapsed, the cloud bridge broke, and the father of Hua Huan suddenly saw a spinning scene in his eyes.
Without waiting for a reaction, the father of Hua Huan's vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings had returned to silence, and he was still sitting cross-legged on the broken stone just now.
The restaurant stood intact, as if everything just now was an illusion.
"wrong!"
Looking around, the father of fantasy suddenly realized.
Although he is still outside the restaurant, the surrounding terrain is flat, there are no peaks, and the cloud bridge has disappeared. It is obvious that he and Wangyoulou are no longer at Tianzuo Peak.
This building will move!
When the father of Kua Huan was surprised, the door of the restaurant opened with a creak from the inside, and the head of a girl with feathers on her head poked out.
"The original poster is serious. If you open a restaurant in such a remote place, how can you have business..."
The person who opened the door looked at the desolation outside the building, and began to murmur incessantly. When his eyes glanced at the father of fantasy, he exclaimed.
"Ah, we really have guests!"
As she spoke, she quickly pushed open the door of the restaurant, and then shouted to the father of fantasy:
"Wai, how long have you been waiting at the door? Do you want to buy a drink?"
Is there anyone in Wangyou Building?
The father of Kua Huan was surprised. He had been sitting here for more than twenty years but had never noticed the presence of a stranger in the building.
After sizing up the girl in front of him, Kua Huan's father hesitated and said, "Are you... a demon from the underworld?"
The girl was cute and cute, with bright eyes and white teeth. Her smile was filled with a youthful and lively atmosphere. She scratched her hair and said, "Yeah, what's the problem?"
Shaking his head, the father of Kua Huan pointed inside and asked, "Can Ang go in?"
"certainly!"
The girl stood aside and made a gesture of invitation.
Stepping in, the father of Kua Huan looked around. The interior was spacious and simple, with tables and chairs neatly arranged. When his eyes fell on the counter, his pupils narrowed slightly.
Behind the counter, I saw a young man in a green shirt and black hair leaning leisurely on a recliner, swaying slowly.
The young man has a handsome face, his eyes are slightly closed, he is shaking a folding fan with one hand, and a Jade Dragon Cup is hanging down from the other hand. It sways with the swing of the rocking chair, making people worry that it will fall and break.
"You are Mr. Wangyou?"
After retracting his gaze, the father of Kua Huan asked aloud, with some uncertainty in his tone.
As if being awakened by his voice, the young man opened his eyes and looked at him.
"That's right!"
Their eyes met, and the father of Hua Huan didn't see anything strange in the other person's eyes, only tranquility, as plain as an ordinary person.
"Father of Ang Nai Kua Huan, I would like to ask you..."
"Wine welcomes intimate guests, and the fragrance comes from far away. Chang'er, go to the warehouse and fetch the innermost jar of wine for this guest to taste." Mr. Wangyou waved his hand to the girl, then closed his eyes and said no more.
Pay attention.
"okay!"
After receiving the order, the girl jumped up and ran towards the inner hall.
The father of fantasy was not angry when his words were interrupted, he stood quietly in front of the counter and waited.
After a while, the little girl named Chang'er returned holding a wine jar that was wider and fatter than she was. She swayed every step and looked like she was struggling.
Bang!
With difficulty, he put the wine jar on the table, placed the wine bowls, poured the wine, and Shang'er said hello.
"Sir, please!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The father of fantasy didn't know why, so he just thought it was the rule here and walked to the table and sat down.
He picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
boom!
With the drink in his throat, his brain was roaring, and his soul couldn't help but fall into the deep scene.
Six articles on Buddhism, white-haired immortals, exploring mysteries, fierce battles with Yang gods...
Scene after scene, the past of Haoxing Detective Dragon emerged in my mind one by one.
After a long time, the father of Kua Huan came back to his senses, his expression somewhat silent.
A bowl of wine allowed him to see his past and see his origins clearly.
"Haoxing explores the dragon..."
At this time, Chang'er filled the bowl in front of him again.
Drink another bowl and your soul will return to its original point.
Imprisoning elves, searching for secret treasures, building five secret caves, creating wonders of the mountains and seas, Ananda's Seven Dreams, having dark consciousness, raping women, massacring villages, losing lives, losing souls, entering the world, and fighting for hegemony in the ancient plains...
This time, he is the father of fantasy.
The soul returned again, and there was no need for Chang'er to entertain him. The father of Kua Huan took the initiative to pour a bowl of wine and drink it.
"No, no, please, don't kill me..."
This time he was the villager who was killed.
The fourth bowl is the woman who was raped and trampled by him.
The fifth bowl is the life of the elf killed in battle.
The sixth bowl is the life of the cruel demon clan.
The seventh bowl...
...
Unknowingly, the wine jar was getting empty. When he drank the last bowl, the father of Hua Huan looked startled.
He saw Haotian Xuansu, his face was still so kind and indifferent.
"You, why exactly?"
Facing Haotian Xuansu, Kua Huan's father once again asked the question of that day.
Haotian Xuansu did not answer, but just glanced at him lightly. At this glance, the father of Kua Huan saw it.
The blood darkness wiped out the humans and demons, the plague of hell swept through China, and the earth became a scorched earth.
"Salvation and atonement, is this the mission you want me to complete?"
The effects of the wine had worn off, and the father of illusions returned to reality, muttering to himself.
"It seems your question has been answered."
The father of Kua Huan looked up and found that Mr. Wangyou had sat up at some point.
He sneered: "Save the world? Does Ang look like a kind person?"
Mr. Wangyou shook his head and smiled, "What is needed to end the troubled times is a determined person, not the Holy Mother. If you were such a pure and kind person, he would not choose you."
Holy Mother?
The father of Kua Huan was stunned when he heard this, and then he thought deeply.
After a long time, the father of Kua Huan nodded, with some understanding in his eyes. He pointed at the wine jar and said, "What is the name of this wine?"
"One hundred lamps of life." Mr. Wangyou replied.
"A hundred lamps of life..."
The father of Kua Huan repeated it several times, and then looked at the person in front of him again, and found that the corners of his lips were slightly raised, a calm smile was on his face, and there was a faint indifference between his eyebrows that was similar to Haotian Xuansu.
"Hahahaha...what a life."
With a jar of wine, you can experience the various aspects of life and see the past, present and future.
After more than twenty years of accumulation, at this moment, the father of Kua Huan seemed to understand something. He stood up and walked out of Wangyou Tower with a big smile.
When he stepped out of the threshold, Wangyoujun's words came from behind him.
"Both Blood Darkness and Nether Plague are related to Ni Shenyang. You should be familiar with him, right?"
Hearing this, he paused for a moment, and then walked in one direction without stopping.
"When people leave, they still haven't cleared the table."
After giving the order, Mr. Wangyou lay back on the chair and narrowed his eyes leisurely.
"oh!"
After scratching his head, Yun Shang moved the empty wine jar away, then came back to clean the table and put the bench back in place.
After a lot of work, she tiptoed behind Mr. Wangyou, stretched out a pair of white hands and gently squeezed his shoulders.
"Master, it's time for us to recruit someone. That wine jar is wider than mine, so we can't have any guests. Just ask me to have a little girl to take care of them!"