Misery mixed in the secluded world to be the devil king

Chapter 66 Wine

When the time is poor, the two-color rainbow spews out of the lake magnificently, which is a strange phenomenon.

With the tide of the lake, the blood-ink landscape slowly emerged.

"Xingxue desolates the sky and the Milky Way hangs down, and the glamorous night lingers to cast Chu Ci. The autumn wind rises in the bleak and mournful voice, killing memories before the cicadas sing."

In the poem, King Asura came alone, with a ladle of water, to wash away the wind and dust, without getting stained.

Dipper the water again, cleanse the blood and reveal the frost blade.

Three ladles of water, Mu Xuanling regained his heart.

After purifying the body, knife, and heart, the silent King Asura looked respectful and solemn.

"Danqing fragments...!"

Looking back, under the guidance of Danqing and Shuanghong, Asura must be in a state of mind, in a trance, as if enlightened and confused.

Indifferently, he drew blood with a knife, painted with Dan Mo, then turned over and went straight into the lake.

The incomplete scroll fills in the vacancies, the painting adds color, the knife strokes the brushstrokes, and the dance traces leave ink.

Dancing with a knife to draw a picture, the wonders of hell are revealed. Amidst the roar of thousands of ghosts, the unfinished works of the former Taoist emperors slowly emerge on the surface of the lake.

At this time, with a steady footstep, he quietly came to Tianbi Peak, and slowly put down the wine jar in his hand.

Looking at the person painting in the water, the dark color is inexplicable.

After a long time, the Danqing picture scroll slowly disappeared after the rainbow light dissipated, and the painter also stopped the knife and pen in his hand.

"Still can't finish it?"

Muttering to himself, he retracted the knife with regret, turned his head and jumped, came to Tianbi Peak, and looked at the figure who came.

He said calmly: "Will you buy me a drink? It's rare!"

"Dongxue Yinquan, which is sweeter than clear frost, is unforgettable to drink. Qingyangzi has tasted it many times, and he should thank him!"

"What wine are you going to repay?"

Qingyangzi smiled slightly, and replied: "You are a person who knows wine, Qingyangzi will definitely give you an unexpected surprise!"

"Oh!" Shou Wanjie became curious and glanced at the wine jar on the ground.

With a wave of his hand, the wine table suddenly appeared. Seeing this, Qing Yangzi picked up the wine jar, "Please take a seat!"

Stepping up to the wine table, I saw three cups arranged in sequence.

Two cups are juxtaposed, only the cup on the main seat seems out of place.

Su Wanjie thought in his heart, seeing Qingyangzi lightly open the wine jar, the smell of wine smelled in his nostrils, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahaha..., Pingyang, your jar of wine really surprised me!"

"Ordinary dirty wine, please don't dislike it!"

Qingyangzi held up the altar and poured wine, from the main seat to the two of them, and so on, with clear distinctions.

Raising his wine glass, Wan Jie laughed lightly and teased him.

"Repay your love with clean wine, and return it with dirty wine. I doubt your sincerity?"

"Hahaha! Please!" With a hearty smile, Qingyangzi raised his glass as a signal, and the two looked at each other, and then looked at the chief seat, and drank it all in one gulp.

After the booze, you can taste the taste of it without sighing.

"This wine...!"

"Hahaha, how is it?"

"Qingyang! We have known each other for a long time, so if we have something to say, why bother to use bad wine as a living."

"The meaning of the turbid wine, you already understand!"

"The meaning of turbid wine, are you comparing yourself to a fisherman, or a quzi?"

Qingyangzi got up slowly, raised the wine glass on the main seat, and said slowly: "The whole world is turbid and I am pure alone, and everyone is drunk and I am alone awake. But do we still see few people who are dusty in the world? Most people can do it. Yes, but just drifting with the tide, unable to shake off the shackles of fate!"

Savoring it carefully, Shu Wanjie asked curiously, "When did you start to believe in fate?"

"No, I am the person who will try to change my destiny even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance."

"Indeed!" Shou Wanjie nodded in agreement, and then said: "You who founded the joint practice group in the past and rebuilt Shenglongkou today are not the ones who will compromise with fate. We are different after all!"

Qingyangzi looked at Shou Wanjie deeply, and said lightly: "I only hope that we will reach the same goal by different routes, and we will meet each other, and each other will be wonderful!"

The meaning of Qingyangzi's words, Shou Wan Jie already understood, his expression couldn't help but dim.

"I'm just the eight tribes of Tianxie, and King Asura has received ten thousand calamities!"

Qingyangzi raised the wine glass in his hand and threw it towards the sky, as if he was paying respects to the sky, and also to the person who made the two of them meet.

Immediately, he said slowly: "You are also a strange star!"

"Master?" Touching the cicada bell on his waist, Shou Wanjie looked dazed, and then said: "I have no way out!"

"The defeat of the Dragon Head of the West Huang Buddhist Realm a few days ago has finally affected you who are about to face the battle with Jianzi Xianji!"

"But that day's failure will only make me stronger! I have no way out, let alone defeat!"

"Perhaps!" Qingyangzi hesitated to speak, thought for a while and finally fell silent.

Indifferently, the sky is full of splendor, seeing the ethereal immortal energy above the nine heavens, one person steps on the auspicious clouds, and floats into reality.

"Why do you need to compete in swordsmanship? Thousands of people refer, ten thousand people seal, you can ask the peaks of the rivers and lakes; three feet of autumn water is clean, and the world is unparalleled."

But seeing the fairy trace of Jianzi, with white beard and eyebrows, and plain white clothes, there is an intimidating heroism between the brows, and in the dust of the whisk, a lofty aura of the peak of the three religions descends from the world.

"You two, why don't you call me when you're drinking?"

The joking words made Qingyangzi and Shou Wanjie hesitate for a moment, and then Jianzi Xianji picked up the wine glass that Qingyangzi threw on the ground just now.

Before coming to the wine table, he poured a glass alone, and then filled it up for the other two.

"Although the three of us are hostile at this time, we are all members of the Taoist sect. Before the decisive battle, I respect you for this cup!"

Qingyangzi hesitated for a moment, then came to the wine table, raised his glass, and looked at Shou Wanjie.

"I am not the same as you!" Shou Wanjie hesitated again and again, but finally did not move.

Seeing this situation, Jianzi Xianji smiled faintly and said: "You are the Asura king of the eight tribes, but don't forget that you still have another identity, Xingxiu Yiqi, the descendant of the Dao Emperor, and I am the one who will toast you with this cup of wine." , and also Daohuang Sheng Wuji."

"You...!" Looking at the two people toasting one after another, Shou Wanjie questioned himself, but in the end he still couldn't settle the kindness in his heart.

Walking forward slowly, raising the wine glass, the three of them looked at each other, and then drank it down in one gulp.

"After drinking the wine, the next thing is to get down to business. Sheng Longkou will decide today who is the No. 1 Taoist sect!"

Drinking is necessary, what should be said, what should be done, and what should be persuaded have all been done, and only those who are fiddled with by fate are left to make the last fight for themselves.

Not long after, the three of them came out hand in hand and walked towards Shenglongkou.

At this time, Shenglongkou was crowded with people and colorful flags were fluttering.

When all the masters of Taoism in the world gathered together, Daowu Wanggu and Taishang Mansion came in full force.

Jianzi Xianji and Shou Wanjie looked at each other, and the battle started instantly.

"Jianzi, you are very lucky, but today your luck will be ended by me personally!"

"XingXiu is strange, there is still time to turn around!"

Facing Jianzi Xianji's earnest persuasion, Shu Wanjie frowned, and the painting appeared.

"Xingxue desolates the sky and the Milky Way hangs down, and the glamorous night lingers to cast Chu Ci. The autumn wind rises in the bleak and mournful voice, killing memories before the cicadas sing."

"Why talk too much and start a war!"

Jianzi Xianji knew that this battle was unavoidable, and then the sacred weapon of the Taoist sect behind him instantly came out of his body.

In an instant, the power is breathtaking, and the war is about to break out!
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(End of this chapter)