"How can a ghost be a fairy talent?"
The actor's tone was still echoing in the air, Li Zhouwei stood with his hands on his back, his index finger on his other wrist, and tapped silently, as if he was beating the pipa below.
The middle-aged man below narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, showing a little smile, still not saying a word, but the hand that was originally on his back stretched out to the front, and untied the gourd around his waist with one hand.
The gourd was small and cute, I don't know what kind of wine or brew it contained, the middle-aged man held it in his hand, took a sip, put his other hand on his waist, and put his index finger on the hilt of the sword in the middle of the six small swords.
This carefree posture turned out to be like a small official in the next town, planting one or two handfuls of vegetables by himself, finishing his errands and plowing the fields, and walking here to listen to music.
Li Zhouwei did not relax at all.
In his golden eyes, the person in front of him was actually pregnant with five extremely terrifying colored lights, like a hidden dragon in the abyss, dormant in the deep and dark void, sinking in his non-leaking body of the Dharma, perfect and mixed.
"Great real person... 'Rainbow Xia' is a great real person! A great cultivator with complete magical powers!"
When Jiangnan monks celebrate their supernatural powers, they often mention [Achieving the Five Laws], and the older and more identity will also say [The Five Laws are the Extreme, Avoid the Great Calamity], which refers to the first step to ascending to the throne, the realm of the perfection of this person's supernatural powers in front of him!
This is undoubtedly the first cultivation below the true monarch of the world, there are only a handful of purple mansions in the world that can achieve this state and walk in the world, even in the solar Taoist system, there are only three elements and two purple cultivations, and now only the purple clouds that have disappeared in the rumors are a clear realm of supernatural powers... In addition to the Sun Taoist system, there is also Jiang Boqing, who is already a figure from an unknown number of years ago.
As for the others, whether it was the earlier Chi Wei or the later Si Bo Xiu, they all cultivated the five great supernatural powers when their lives were about to end. Whether they can boast of perfection is only known to them.
The peak monk of the Purple Mansion who has complete magical powers and has a long lifespan, and can walk leisurely in the red dust, the Li family has never seen it for so many years, and it is the first person in front of him, and the last person who has complete magical powers and walks wantonly is now one of the three witches and two blessings [Yuzhen Liujiu He Xu Zhenjun], a figure sitting on the altar!
And 'Hongxia' oneness, which one else can there be?
Luoxia Mountain!
"What a ghost... Is this a bit of a shame? … If you don't talk about what the underworld has for Li Qianyuan, how could you stand behind me? I just hope that a few more will break through the true king and leave them a golden nature!'
On the other hand, the coolness in the rising sun is not enough, and there is a feeling that his life hangs by a thread, so he has to ride the wind and come silently with the pull...
Although he knew that the other party would come, even Tianhuo of the Golden Feather Sect secretly reminded him, telling him that a distinguished guest was going south and asking him if he must stay here... But now that I look at it, it's really a big person!
"Is he here for me, or is he stopping by the south to watch?"
"What does it mean to be so slow and leisurely? How many days have I been in the Purple Mansion so far! With the speed of supernatural powers, it was already enough for me to run back and forth to the cape! If Luoxia really wants to keep me in the sea and break through under his nose, why is she so hesitant?'
"It seems that I want me to leave, but it is actually very reluctant, and when I see that I am not leaving, I stopped by, but if I really go overseas, what will be the consequences!"
His expression was low, his golden eyes staring forward tightly, and the thoughts in his heart were changing and undulating.
"Randomly dispatch a great real person with complete magical powers, how many real people and true monarchs are there in Luoxia."
Li Ke Lou was extremely noisy, his thoughts and thoughts were extremely calm, but Li Zhouluo was in a cold sweat on the side.
Li Zhouwei came to this building for no reason, and asked someone to secretly pick up the two of them first, which is undoubtedly abnormal.
And let the Purple Mansion move the emperor, there is no magical power committed to it!
He had to let go of the chopsticks in his hand, looked at Li Jiangzong, and got up silently, the shopkeeper of Li Ke Lou was supposed to be by his side, but there was no trace at this moment, Li Zhouluo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the two pretended to have something to do and went down the stairs from the side.
The middle position of this entire restaurant was originally the most conspicuous, and people were paying attention to every move, and at this moment it seemed that the actor was crying wonderfully, and no one noticed that there were only two empty seats left.
Li Zhouwei raised his head slightly, listening to the horns above begging for heaven, hoping that God would return his people, and sang:
"The bones are full, and the spring is frozen blood. A half-river red tear flowed, I was alone as a ghost... Father and brother! Where does the old scenery go? I am mentally cold... The body is like a broken tree without roots, and the tattered clothes are difficult to protect, who is a desolate person..."
The middle-aged man sighed silently when he heard this, and two more horns in gorgeous clothes appeared on the stage, with white silk on their waists, symbolizing soaring through the clouds and fog, and they heard the white saying on the head:
"Invite the immortal mountain, sit on the yellow platform, watch the sunset half leave the sky, the snow candle is bright and the spirit clothes, is everything in the world appropriate? Hate is not a floating cloud. The servant is from the Linhoof Mountain, and the lower world of the black window looks up to the romance, the children! How can you be a ghost!"
Li Zhouwei listened to this, and the hand that was originally on his wrist also stopped, without saying a word, but the people on the left and right shouted, one or two sentences were all about immortals and ghosts, and some people sighed:
"If you don't ask for immortals, what else can you do!"
As he spoke, the old man who had previously been a demon came on stage again, and said menacingly:
"Xingbi Palace, paving the jade tower, the light reflects the blood in front of the ghost wind, the three palaces, the bright moon rain, the harvest can be a golden rainbow, if there is a way to become an immortal, how can you get it? I'm afraid it's - the wind branches blow the flute chaotically, and the dragon fragrance is self-incense."
When a scene reaches this point, it must be the most exciting time, the people on both sides stretched their necks and looked at the stage with bright eyes, on the one hand, they were worried about being bewitched by the demons, and on the one hand, they were afraid that the immortal god would be disappointed and abandoned them.
The higher the tune of the song, the more the atmosphere on the field was set off to the extreme.
Li Zhouwei's expression gradually became complicated, and as he shifted his gaze to the middle-aged man in the audience, the middle-aged man was no longer fully focused, and his face was slightly sideways, revealing his dignified and decent face.
And those pairs of phoenix eyes crossed the distance between the two and stared at them quietly.
A wisp of colorful light burst out of his originally brown pupils, like a huge swirl of glow, twisting in his eyes, and at that moment, the distance between the two seemed to be far away in the sky, and it seemed to be close in front of them.
"Sword..."
Li Zhouwei felt a trace of sharp energy from his pupils that pierced his eyes painfully, obviously hidden in the sky, but as if he could rise to the distant sky at any time.
The Li family started as a sword immortal family back then, not only did there be a sword code in the clan that suppressed the clan's luck, but there were also many accomplished ancestors in the sword path, Li Zhouwei was naturally no stranger, just this glance, he sensed a strong sense of strangeness.
"It's not Sword Intent... It is another direction with different sword intentions, and it is also a sword... But it is the sword of Taoism, the sword of magic, and the sword of magic.'
Li Zhouwei knew that Li Xizhi had a sword [Five-Color Shen Guang Swordsmanship], which was extremely famous and was also related to Xiaguang!
"Perhaps it is this kind of sword technique that has been cultivated to an extremely high level, so that the sword path is hidden in the magical power, and wherever the magical power passes, there is the brilliance of the magical sword!"
And this piece of Xiahong sword qi also gave him a strong sense of life-threatening danger from the bottom of his heart, and even made him measure it in an instant:
"This sword is by no means worse than ordinary sword intent, and its power is even more immeasurable... Luoxia Mountain... I'm afraid... What Chi Wei, what Jiang Boqing, are not his opponents, Duanmu Kui, who was dominant for a lifetime... That's all!'
The swirl of Xiahong sword qi seemed to be an illusion, and disappeared at the moment it appeared in front of his eyes, revealing the other party's brown pupils.
The surrounding cheers were like seas and waves, and the two seemed to be separated from this world and this period of time, becoming a world of their own, locking everything in this momentary gaze.
But there was a melodious and long singing voice, tactful and melodious, and it resounded in his ears:
"Longjun is beautiful and young, with many dynasties, and has been in Pengming, according to Fengzhao, if it is not a single county... How can you die in ten lifetimes? Immortals are not respected, gods are hard to respect, no ghosts need to exert force, no you! How can a family of children still be born?"
At this moment, Li Zhouwei lowered his eyebrows slightly, the [Huayang Wang Yue] on his waist looked heavy and brown gold in the dark, and the shouts in the building became louder and louder, like a landslide and tsunami.
"Pingjin crosses Penglai, the morning light is just falling, the sword rope is one hundred and twenty layers, the qilin is sad to leave home, but the position is mastered, who can't sit! The old father wanted to kill his son, but unfortunately the fairy town Quantai... If it weren't for the Feixia Sky View, how many people in the county would exist!"
Li Zhouwei's pupils dilated slightly, his hands were on the corridor, the expression in those eyes became more and more solemn, making the gold brighter, he squinted his eyes, but still said nothing.
"The old father wants to kill his son..."
Qing Yu's light voice and cold words resurfaced in his ears:
"The son kills the father, the father kills the son, the father takes away the son's love, and the son takes the father's power......
"The son is strong and the father is weak, how can he not take his position... But Mingyang hates the reverse position, how can he not hate his son!'
A cold light flashed in Li Zhouwei's eyes, as if he understood a lot of things in an instant, but the middle-aged man in front of him slowly looked away and turned to the other side.
His gaze was like a sharp sword, cutting through the sea and waves, making people can't help but follow him, ignoring all the noise and interference around him, and landing next to a small table further outside.
This small table is only two feet square, which is a very cheap position in this Li Ke building, a young man in a white robe is sitting at the table, holding a small cup in one hand and chopsticks in the other, staring at the small plate on his table and pondering.
There were two thick slices of sour radish on the small plate, which made him a little confused about putting down his chopsticks, turning them over and over with them, as if studying the purpose of this thing.
As the middle-aged man looked at him, he simply threw down his chopsticks and raised his head, revealing a cold and beautiful face, as soft as a woman's face, with black hair like a waterfall and as quiet as ice.
His appearance is handsome, his hands and feet are no different from ordinary people, except that he has an ear on both cheeks, which is pointed and long, and extends along the arc of his chin to the back of the two ears, which suddenly makes his temperament change drastically, looking cold and evil.
Although he didn't move, there was a faint circle of colored light flickering behind his head, in a circular radiation, appearing and disappearing, dissolving the strange feeling on his body a lot, but it seemed sacred.
Compared with the other party's relaxed expression, his expression was cold, even a little solemn.
But it was when he looked up that all the noisy sounds disappeared together, and the entire Li Ke Building was silent, and the surroundings had turned into a variety of scenes of sentient beings, either stretching out their heads and shouting, or shaking their heads and sighing, or whispering, or commenting loudly, but they all stopped in place like sculptures, and the meat stopped in mid-air, and the wine poured was hanging like crystals, and even the spitting stars were fixed in mid-air, frozen and motionless.
The golden flowers and silk that had been prepared a long time ago fell all over the sky, signaling the blessing of the gods, the demons retreated, and the character finally became an immortal, and the surrounding corners all bowed down.
"Receiving the immortal position, being given the divine light, sincerely loving the immortal reward, the sun mist dragon banners, the joyful clouds and winds, half an incense bell ringing and bowing your head, a little immortal is the most true!"
A smile appeared on the face of this great real person with complete magical powers, as if he was lamenting the other party's big fuss, and he was even more interested in the actors on stage, and he was immediately disturbed by this movement and turned back.
But he looked at the stands, and with some regret, he found that it was about to end, so he praised it twice, hung the gourd back on his waist, patted the dust on his sleeves, and stroked the fireworks on his body, and smiled lightly at Li Zhouwei.
In the next moment, the position was already empty, where was there still half a figure?
Li Zhouwei immediately turned his gaze, and the table in the corner was also empty, even the wine was taken away, leaving only two slices of radish.
"Okay!"
I don't know whose cheers broke the silence in the entire building, and in an instant, the entire building turned into stillness, the wine hanging in the air fell back into the cup, and the meat caught on the chopsticks finally entered the mouth, and the endless noise roared!
"Okay!"
The sound of jingling copper coins sounded, and the people on the left and right began to take the stage to plug in the lottery, and I don't know how long it took, people crowded the actors out, the noise stopped for a while, and the whole building suddenly darkened.
But the man in scale armor at the highest point was still standing quietly, and when everything was bleak, only those golden eyes were still flickering in the darkness, giving people a chill.
The whole building suddenly became quiet, so quiet that no sound could be heard, the man in black came up from the bottom of the stairs, trembled to Li Zhouwei's side, knelt down first, and said respectfully:
"Real people..."
Li Zhouwei's expression couldn't see anything, but his speech speed was much slower, and he said heavy:
"What kind of scene is this?"
As soon as he spoke, Chen Yuan buried his head even lower:
"It's "Hate the Lost Water"..."