Chapter 117 Dreaming of Hundred Flowers, Gift of the Emperor
Zhou Zheng actually had no way of determining whether Kuimulang's cry was a temporary measure to save his life, or whether he was actually being scolded for breaking his defense.
Probably, both.
Maybe this guy is waiting for an opportunity to break free from the whirlpool of Jietian Sect;
But no matter what, this is a rebel after all, and his hands are stained with the blood of heavenly gods.
This kind of thing cannot be solved with just a word of forgiveness.
Zhou Zheng thought about it carefully and realized that the main purpose of his previous words was to give Kui Mulang a step up. As for whether Kui Mulang would just give up, that was another matter, and it was beyond his control.
Subsequently, many gods and gods discussed it, and Lord Lou Jinxing escorted Kui Mulang back to the Tianmeng headquarters and handed him over to Emperor Ziwei.
And then back and forth...
Baihua Fairy stayed here openly and openly!
After Kui Mulang was taken away by Lou Jinxingjun, Bing Ning, Xiao Yue and Feng Tong discussed whether to go to the front line to support him.
At this moment, Kuimulang was captured, and the Jietian Sect was unable to make waves for the time being.
The demon side, which originally wanted to cooperate with Kuimulang's actions, is now in a dilemma; plus a new group of masters from the demon clan have arrived, and it is the time when they need to establish their authority over the original seventeenth demon king, and the battle on the demon front should continue. Last for several days.
One thing to say, this Baihua Brewing is quite good.
Zhou Zheng was originally sitting at the dining table, listening to the discussion of the three instructors, but soon he closed his eyes in a daze, held his cheek with one hand, and started nodding his head like a chicken eating rice.
Feng Tong was saying: "When we go to support, we need to leave enough manpower here to prevent them from trying to counterattack."
"How about taking Zhou Zheng to the front line with you?" Xiao Yue gave constructive suggestions.
Bing Ning pointed at Zhou Zheng, and when the two instructors turned their heads to look, they happened to hear the faint sound of snoring.
"Let him rest."
Bing Ning said softly.
Xiao Yue said sternly: "A large number of casual cultivators have gathered here, and there are countless casual cultivators beyond the stars. We'd better stand still. If the western and southern fronts are tight, the two god generals will summon us. I think it was before The reinforcements that arrived have worked."
"Okay," Feng Tong shook her head, "I'll ask my men to keep an eye on the East China Sea. Don't let anything happen there at this moment."
While talking, Baihua Fairy walked to Zhou Zheng's side.
She cautiously reached forward with a slender finger, and the drunken Zhou Zheng fell into a deeper sleep, smelling a little fragrance of flowers in his breath.
Following that, Zhou Zheng stretched his body and was sent to lie down on the sofa nearby.
A blanket woven from petals was spread on Zhou Zheng. The Flower Fairy moved forward. Under the gaze of the fairy cats and dogs in the room, she set up a round stool and an incense burner next to the sofa, emitting wisps of fairy mist. Several potted plants came and were placed next to Zhou Zheng's ears.
Baihua Fairy lightly swiped her fingers and used her fairy power to form a 'mosquito net', covering Zhou Zheng underneath and creating a sound and light barrier.
After doing this, Baihua Fairy held her hands in front of her body and looked down at Zhou Zheng quietly.
Bing Ning moved forward with her hands behind her back and asked softly: "Is there something on your mind?"
"Bing'er," Baihua Fairy's eyes were very complicated, "I don't know how to deal with myself..."
"You are my friend," Bing Ning said, "What's the point of staying in Blue Star for a little longer?"
Baihua blinked lightly, looked at Bing Ning's pretty and cold face, smiled, took Bing Ning's arm, and raised her hand to touch the tip of Bing Ning's nose.
"As expected of my good Bing'er, my sister's love for you has not been in vain. Let's go! Let's go make some honey from flowers."
Bing Ning said: "While I am free at this time, I will also show off my skills."
"What ability?"
"Just follow me," Bing Ning's icy blue eyes shined with a rare light.
The two fairies went to the kitchen together to get busy. Dressed in ancient dresses against the background of the modern kitchen, they had a unique charm.
Xiao Yue shook her head: "What are you doing in a daze? Go ahead and do whatever you have to do. Just be a light bulb here! All the formations that need to be done are in place!"
All the immortals in the courtyard smiled and turned into streams of light flying everywhere.
The thirteen true immortals who had previously had their souls banned could only move around on their own.
Soon, formations lit up inside and outside the villa, and the first agricultural island was also wrapped in several large formations, blocking exploration from everywhere.
As for how things will develop next...
At the very least, what will happen in the next half day has nothing to do with Zhou Zheng, who is drunk and asleep.
On the inside of the Longchen City Grand Formation Wall, more than a hundred Loose Immortals who were watching the battle on the hillside still had no intention of retreating, and they were each discussing topics of interest.
For example, the golden light that can seal the twenty-eight constellations;
For example, Kuimulang’s macho man Yingying;
For example, the deception ability of this person named Zhou Zheng who is the master of tribulation.
Yue Wushuang and Xiao Sheng, who were passing by while pushing the freezer, had sad faces.
The squad leader asked them to do research and try to recruit some talents for Futian League. How...how to recruit them?
…
Tianshan, Tianchi.
Most of the more than ten immortals in the Immortal Palace looked sad. They sat there cross-legged when they came back, sighing in various ways.
They escaped quickly and used the precious Shadow Escape Talisman to move directly back to their base camp and activate various arrangements around Tianchi.
In the corner of the main hall, Ye Yan'er, who had put on a black rubber coat, walked slowly over, with a bit of doubt in her eyes.
She was already ready to take action and protect Xiao Zheng here. Look at this situation...
What about Kuimulang, the rumored head coach of the West?
Amidst the sound of footsteps, Ye Yan stepped forward, and her body was surrounded by rich green light. As she walked forward slowly, the black gelcoat turned into a long skirt, and the hem of the skirt slipped down to cover her fair skin.
Round thighs.
"Master, where is Xiao Zheng?"
Bai Mengxian sighed softly and turned to look aside.
Ye Yan blinked and frowned: "Where is Lord Kui Mulang?"
An old Taoist said sourly: "I was caught by your sweetheart, and even escorted away by Mr. Lou Jinxing."
"Um?"
Ye Yan couldn't help but be startled.
"Is Kuimulang so cool?"
A group of Jie Tian Cult members who had achieved their current abilities by integrating the Golden Immortal Dao suddenly showed bitterness on their faces and were speechless for a long time.
Ye Yan'er clicked her tongue with some regret.
She also thought that if Kui Mulang captured Xiao Zheng, she would still be able to find a chance to develop some relationship with Xiao Zheng. After all, they had not been together for many years, so it was inevitable that there would be some resentment.
But I never expected...
Ye Yan shook her head: "Master Kui Mulang is really disappointing."
"Yan'er!"
Bai Mengxian frowned and said, "Don't say it like that. Sir, in fact, you have tried your best."
An old Taoist covered his face with his hands: "I seem to be even more sad."
Ye Yan asked: "Is Futian Alliance so strong?"
"It's your childhood sweetheart who has some evil nature! It's really evil!"
A Kun Dao trembled and said: "We should stay away from him from now on. This person who masters tribulation is incredible. He will block you from investigating. If you block him, he will lecture you until you cry!"
"Killing to kill people, this is killing people to kill people!"
"Who said that our Jietian Sect is a demonic sect anymore? Pindao is in trouble with him! First, Taoist Brother Banshan was deceived by him, and then Mr. Kui Mulang was deceived by him into apostasy!"
"It's true. Regarding that boy's mission from now on, even if I kill him, I won't do it."
"Say less!"
Bai Mengxian shook his head: "Seal the formation and rest separately, waiting for follow-up reinforcements. The higher-ups will definitely take this matter very seriously and will not let this kid run rampant for too long."
Kun Dao, who had a good personal relationship with Ye Yan, reminded in a low voice: "Yan'er, there is something you still need to know."
"What?"
"I saw the Baihua Fairy with my own eyes...it seems like we have no advantage."
Ye Yan'er curled her lips slightly and thought quietly.
at the same time;
Futian Alliance headquarters, in the main hall where Emperor Ziwei holds meetings.
Because the battle to regain the Star Territory had begun, the counselors gathered in the hall and commanded the group of generals from a distance.
At this moment, the immortals here did not discuss the war on the front line, but focused their attention on the middle-aged scribe who drew a picture in the air with a pen waving in the middle of the hall.
Although the painting is made of clouds and mist, it is lifelike. There are eighteen paintings before and after, covering what happened on the Blue Star.
"Kui Mulang Cries" comic series.
At the same time, the two-front war between demons and monsters taking place on Blue Star is also included in the painting, becoming the background of this matter.
When the eighteen cloud and ink paintings slowly unfolded, and the faces of the immortals were revealed, the middle-aged scribe who painted the painting shook his kerchief, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, and bowed his hands to Emperor Ziwei.
Emperor Ziwei said warmly: "Thank you, Ma Liang, dear sir. Please rest."
After the middle-aged scribe bowed his head and retired to the court, he stood side by side with Shunfeng Er and Clairvoyant.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Emperor Ziwei put his hands on his hands and laughed: "Wonderful! This person in charge of the tribulation is really a wonderful person. He actually broke Kui Mulang's heart!"
"Emperor," Master Dong Ling said with a frown, "Are you really not going to send some reinforcements over there? Even one or two Golden Immortals would be good."
"Send some," Emperor Ziwei waved his hand, "Since Lord Lou Jinxing is returning with Kui Mulang, then we will select three Thunder Gods to go to Blue Star for reinforcements; later Lord Lou Jinxing will go to meet the enemy head-on."
"Emperor, how do you plan to deal with Kuimu Lang?"
Emperor Ziwei's smile gradually faded, and his eyes contained a bit of golden light.
He was silent for a while, and the immortals and gods didn't ask any questions, but just waited quietly.
"This is a bit tricky."
Emperor Ziwei leaned sideways and raised his hand to rub his brow:
"Kui Mulang is a traitor to Heaven. He should be killed in order to rectify the name of the Heavenly Alliance. However, Kui Mulang is one of the Twenty-Eight Constellations and is considered a rare master nowadays."
"Emperor, how can you condone the rebels? I'm afraid the foundation is wrong."
"Kui Mulang's rebellion was also forced by the old rules of heaven."
An old immortal sighed:
"We gather together to reshape Heaven, to modify the old Heaven, and to protect the people of the three realms.
"Nowadays, the Jietian Sect is becoming more and more powerful, the demon clan is difficult to seal, evil spirits are scurrying around, and Buddhism has evaded the world. Therefore, Kuimulang should be given a way to survive, banned with magical treasures, and allowed to serve the Futian Alliance to repay the previous blood debt.
"Your Majesty, think twice."
"Okay," Emperor Ziwei waved his hand, "Let's suppress Kui Mulang for three years and endure hardships to see if he really has the intention to change."
All the immortals and gods should bow their heads.
"It's this person who is in charge of the tribulation."
Emperor Ziwei chuckled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "Do you know his identity?"
All the gods and gods shook their heads.
Emperor Ziwei said calmly: "The time has not yet come. When he returns, I will let him take my position."
All the immortals and gods were shocked, but they didn't know what Emperor Ziwei meant when he said this.
Are the two going to have a fight?
"Master Dong Ling?" Emperor Ziwei called softly.
Master Dong Ling flicked his fly whisk, bowed his head with a smile and saluted: "Please give me your instructions, the emperor."
"Excuse me, Master, please go to Blue Star again," Emperor Ziwei waved his fingers, and an empty scabbard came slowly, "Give this to Zhou Zheng, and there is nothing else to say."
"Follow the emperor's orders."
Master Dong Ling held the scabbard with both hands and felt that it contained a mysterious Taoist charm.
In an instant, Master Dong Ling understood that this should have been worn by Zhou Zheng in his previous life, but was found by Emperor Ziwei. It should have been picked up in the ruins of Heaven.
Is this forcibly accelerating Zhou Zheng's awakening?
Is there any needle felt on the throne? Emperor Ziwei couldn't wait to throw down his clothes and run away.
What is the path behind this?
Master Dongling carefully considered it, and the fog in his heart seemed to slowly dissipate.
Dong Ling Zhenren, who had been guessing who Zhou Zheng was before, was stunned for a moment, and then his face showed surprise. He shook his head and chuckled, put away the scabbard, turned around and flew out of the hall on a cloud.
…
Zhou Zheng was dreaming again.
The content of the dream this time was not much, and it was also divided into upper and lower parts. Like the old rule, the dream in the first half showed the situation in the previous life.
In the dream, I was dressed in white, wearing a hair scarf, sitting under the peach blossom tree, sitting among the flowers, sitting on the Yanliu embankment, sitting in a boat on the mirror-like lake, always with the smile of the fairy in front of me.
.
They are flowers and peonies.
Sometimes she dances gracefully, sometimes she concentrates on cultivating flowers and plants, and sometimes she brings honey water and fine wine.
Everything is presented from Zhou Zheng's main perspective.
They once traveled on clouds to the divine temples of the Immortal Palace, walked in the mortal world in search of two bunches of delicious candied haws, and admired the scenery in the underworld where the sky was low and dim.
Zhou Zheng could feel the emotions carried by these memory fragments.
It is stable and joyful.
But what makes Zhou Zheng slightly relieved is...
There are no large-scale pictures in the dream. At most, they are fingers intertwined and eyes facing each other under the tree.
It seems that God does not allow it;
And Baihua is also waiting for a status.
At the end of the first half of the dream, Zhou Zheng's main perspective fell from the sky to the mortal world.
There were several more figures in front of Zhou Zheng.
Ao Ying, wearing a light white short skirt, stood in front of him aggrievedly. There were two cute dragon horns on her head, and her small mouth was so pouty that it could hang two bottles of vinegar.
'Zhou, our love doesn't count anymore. We've hugged each other and kissed each other. I didn't expect Baihua Fairy to be able to interfere.'
Count it, why doesn’t it count?
Zhou Zheng was a little anxious, but he seemed to be unable to speak in his dream.
‘Xiao Zheng.’
A soft call came, and Zhou Zheng turned to look over. Ye Yan'er appeared in front of him wearing a faded black dress with her hands behind her back.
"Men can't break their promises. We agreed, I'll marry you, we've hooked up."
Sister! That was a hook drawn when I was four or five years old!
At this time.
Bing Ning held her smooth chin, wearing an ice blue dress and her hair in a flowing bun, and walked by slowly, with some thoughts in her eyes.
Zhou Zheng:......
Teacher Bing, why are you here to join in the fun?
Ah, this is my dream.
Zhou Zheng bent his legs and kowtowed to Teacher Bing Ning in his dream to apologize.
'caught you.'
There seemed to be a soft call behind his ears, and Zhou Zheng felt that he was being hugged again. He turned around and saw the pretty face of Baihua Fairy.
I seem to have seen this scene somewhere.
But then, the scene changed, and a wooden building appeared in front of him.
The window was filled with potted plants, and flowers were blooming. The Flower Fairy stood leaning against the window, looking out the window with a somewhat absent-minded look, and her face looked a little haggard.
'Have you passed away? He is not you after all.'
Zhou Zheng stopped and looked around, feeling a little helpless for no reason.
Ah, I called Kui Mulang a bastard. My ninth life ago, I seemed to be a bit of a bastard too.
Difficult to handle.
On the sofa, Zhou Zheng opened his eyes, and the two layers of barriers dissipated on their own.
He stared at the ceiling in trance for a while, until the Baihua Fairy propped herself up on the back of the sofa and leaned in front of him.
"Are you awake? Do you have a headache? You haven't become an immortal yet, so it's too early for Baihua Brewing."
Zhou Zheng unconsciously lowered his gaze, then immediately closed his eyes and muttered as quietly as a mosquito:
"Fairy, clothes."
"Um?"
Baihua Fairy lowered her head and glanced down, then her pretty face flushed, she stood up holding the collar of her dress, and smiled softly: "Oh no, my reputation has been ruined now, I really want you to be responsible."
Zhou Zheng raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and whispered: "Fairy, please don't make trouble, I'm very upset right now."
"By the way, we have a visitor at home. You have been asleep for most of the day."
"Um?"
Zhou Zheng sat up despite his headache, and suddenly felt the terrifying aura coming from the restaurant.