high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 234 Zhenwu Mountain

The capital of Beiwei, Luoyi, Qinghe Palace.

Under Bai Yu's Highness, a group of dancers are lightly stepping on the beat of the musicians, waving their long sleeves that are as bright as the moonlight. They are as nimble as deer jumping in the mountain stream, and their eyes are as charming as a white fox in the deep forest.

The warm light of lotus flowers reflected on them, and the countless slightly dizzy streamers swayed with the dancer's figure, like lotus flowers out of water.

Their arms are as white as beautiful jade, and their eyes are moving. In terms of appearance, in Luoyi, each of them is a beauty worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

But at the moment in the Qinghe Palace, no one paid attention to them except for a few well-known sex hungry ghosts.

Between the toasts and cups, the warm smell of wine lingers in the Qinghe Palace.

Even the breath is full of the aroma of wine that is so strong that it cannot be melted.

Tonight is the time for King Wei to entertain his ministers.

The ministers are arranged on both sides according to their seats, and the lotus pond in the hall separates them. The white mist in the pond and the fragrance in the smoked cage are mixed together, like the scenery in the fairy palace.

When the wine was half full, everyone was slightly drunk, even if there were internal officials serving them, looking around, there was still a mess of glasses and plates.

When the banquet was held, King Wei once said that there is nothing to be afraid of here.

Having said that, it's fine to listen to it, and no one dares to use it to be presumptuous.

Amidst the sound of music and chatter and laughter in the hall, Ruan Ting held his chin in boredom, like a cat drinking water, licking the nectar from the gold bottle from time to time.

His eyes turned and turned on the dancer's face, his throat moved, and he swallowed saliva unconsciously.

But when the eyes of those beautiful women fluttered intentionally or unintentionally, Ruan Ting shrank back in fright, obediently pretending to be just a quail.

After sitting for an hour, he only felt sore in his buttocks, and he only hoped that the banquet could be over soon.

Beiwei Holy Land, Zhenwu Mountain!

Ruan Ting is a member of the Holy Land, and came to Luoyi with his master to experience the world.

This time King Wei hosted a banquet, he was naturally eligible to enter the Qinghe Palace.

Looking from afar, the master was laughing with a few bull noses, Ruan Ting, who didn't know anyone, sighed, and took another sip of his wine angrily.

"Little Tanyue is a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain?"

Suddenly, a male voice came from behind.

Ruan Ting was so frightened that he choked, he coughed again and again, and turned around.

The young monk with a strange but handsome face was smiling, and the center of his brows was dotted with coquettish cinnabar. The monk held up the gold bottle and raised it slightly towards Ruan Ting.

"Yes." Ruan Ting squeezed his throat, honestly it should be.

He secretly glanced at the young monk, feeling sour in his heart.

The man is so good-looking?

Why? !

"I heard that there was a character in the Yinzong of Zhenwu Mountain. As soon as he was born, he killed the four King Kongs and the Daozi of Zhenwu Mountain."

The young monk smiled and said, "I don't know if your Excellency can recognize it?"

"They are bullying! I just want to see the statue of the turtle and snake, and they scold me and even kill me!"

Ruan Ting's face suddenly changed, he blushed, trying to distinguish: "I...I..."

"I'm telling you the truth." Facing the young monk's interested eyes, Ruan Ting said shyly, "I'm the one the master said."

The young monk smiled broadly, put his arms around Ruan Ting, and sat down with him.

The monk's language was interesting and his words were humorous. Ruan Ting, who was a little cautious at first, was gradually relieved, and chatted with the monk.

Half a quarter of an hour passed, and Ruan Ting was amused when he mentioned a slang joke in the country.

Suddenly, the young monk raised his head with a thoughtful expression.

"What's wrong?" Ruan Ting stopped laughing and asked hastily.

"A adopted son named Zhang Boyu died." The young monk shook his head: "It's a pity."

"Who killed him?"

Ruan Ting frowned: "Master, do you want me to help you seek justice?"

"That man is the captain of Nanzheng, and he just chopped off two Vajras with the spear of Luojia."

"Oh……"

Ruan Ting, who was still angry, sat down again, the corners of his mouth twitched, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Although he is stupid, he does not consider himself stupid.

It's nothing more than fighting King Kong, and I have beaten more than one King Kong.

But the captain of Nanzheng...

Now that the two countries are at war, Ruan Ting is not so stupid, he ran to the border to help a friend he just met not long ago beat someone.

The young monk glanced at the hesitant Ruan Ting with a half-smile.

When Ruan Ting was looked at more and more embarrassingly by the young monk, he was almost hard-hearted and responded to the big words before, but the monk suddenly spoke.

"Brother Ruan is a Yang Talisman?"

"Yes."

"Yang Talisman killing Vajra is really rare."

"What's rare?" Ruan Ting gave the young monk a strange look:

"My master said that when he was young, the Yangfu realm repelled the immortals."

"He's bragging." The young monk said lightly.

Ruan Ting was stunned, and he touched his head with a look of doubt.

"The spear of Roca?"

After a while, Ruan Ting, who had been opened up, couldn't help but say:

"What is that?"

"Have you heard of Pozhi's conception?" The young monk smiled.

"No."

"After cultivating Shura's eyes, you can have three kinds of pupil skills, thunder and lightning, poisonous mist, and cosmic light... The spear of Luojia is the spear of thunder and punishment that penetrates karma, and there is no one in a million."

"Master also practiced?" Ruan Ting asked curiously.

"Although Dao is common, there are ten thousand kinds of Dharma, and the pupil technique obtained by each person is different.

In the way of thunder, I got a miasma electricity, which can illusion the mind and mind, and confuse the five senses. In the poisonous fog, I got a Mendala stone eye, which can poison and kill a living being under the immortal. "

The young monk said calmly: "As for Zhou Guang, they are all ordinary supernatural powers, but there is no difference."

Ruan Ting's eyes lit up, he raised his glass and asked:

"May the master teach me?"

Such supernatural powers sound amazing!

Miasma Lightning, Dharashi Eye, Naraka's Spear, Zhou Guang...

Compared with the ancient inheritance of Zhenwu Mountain, it seems that it is not much better.

"can."

The young monk nodded slightly, which also made Ruan Ting, who was ready to be rejected, startled.

"The condition is to kill the captain of Nanzheng?" Ruan Ting hesitated:

"I need to see, I can't agree immediately, maybe he is not guilty of death?"

"I'll give it to you for free." The monk continued to smile.

"Why?"

"Huang Hu'er is the descendant of Huiju Baoguang Wangfo, Chen Jizi is managed by Mrs. Yuxia, Chu Xun is the layout of the three gods of the Yuan Palace, Chen Youzhi is the pawn of Xuhuang Yonghe Dazun, and you, as the most virtuous Chongxu Daxian's first attack..."

Miao Yan smiled secretly, and said in a gentle voice:

"All the gods want to have fun, but the poor monk must spare no effort to flatter him in every possible way, and be the best dog that can wag his tail!"

But Ruan Ting didn't hear Miao Yan's heartfelt words.

In the entire hall, no one heard it.

In Ruan Ting's eyes, the young monk just smiled, but did not answer.

Ruan Ting raised the gold bottle, shook his head, and put down the wine bottle.

Subconsciously, he wanted to refuse the monk's gift, but he didn't know how to say it when he was about to speak.

Ruan Ting blushed and tried to organize his words.

Suddenly, it was headed up, behind the golden veil.

A faint figure wearing the imperial crown suddenly stood up.

(End of this chapter)