After being exiled, I became a star boss

Chapter 42: Cause and Effect ([-])

A song lyric comes out along with the chords: "The fragrance is heavy, the moon is thick, the terrace is surrounded by colorful clouds. Zhulan painted buildings with golden mud curtains, and the red lotus is swept away by ten miles of wind..."

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The monk bred the green pearl essence, and Shi Chong thanked him with the Golden Valley Garden.

Luzhu is originally Shi Chong's person, so her singing and dancing are naturally Shi Chong's.

However, looking at the world today, even the thousands of musicians in the palace are not as good as Luzhu.

Yun Qi was too lazy to care about these goblins, so he hurriedly picked up the candlestick, and after a lot of effort, he finally got down from the desk, and when he was about to climb to the clothes rack, he was so tired that his body was numb, and he was hungry. Bananas have been used up.

She stopped and lay down on the ground to take a few breaths, while listening to those monsters eating and blowing, she twisted her body and crawled forward.

Then I heard the monk in the painting laugh wildly, "So what if you win, so what if you lose?"

"If the monk wins, I will give you a treasure."

The treasure Shi Chong was talking about was naturally a rare and rare treasure in the world.

The monk's eyes flashed, "What treasure?"

Shi Chong reached for his waist, and suddenly there was a long sword in his palm.

That sword must be the legendary magic weapon, as if feeling a call, it suddenly slipped out of the black scabbard with a "shua".

With a flash of black light, a streamline was drawn under the moonlight, dazzled everyone, and after a closer look, the long sword was already hanging in the air with the hilt on the top and the blade facing down.

The monk squinted his eyes, and a ray of light suddenly lit up in his eyes, and the blade of the sword shone coldly in the dark pupils.

When he saw the two strange and ancient bird seals engraved on the sword, he stood up in shock and said, "Zhanlu sword? This sword followed Zhou Chu to fight in all directions. When General Zhou died for his country, this sword did not Since then, it has disappeared without a trace, where did you find it?"

Shi Chong lifted the jug, leaned over the jug and took a sip of the wine. He leaned on the wine table comfortably and lazily, and said complacently, "Monk, you are busy studying spells all day long, but I, for the past 200 years, have been Searching for ancient treasures."

The monk immediately became interested, "You are a money junkie, you are the best at accumulating money while you are alive, and you don't know how to repent when you die, so what's the use of having so much money?!"

Shi Chong smiled wryly, "One kind of fun is counting money, and monks will never understand."

The monk smiled, but walked around Zhanlu back and forth, looking left and right, up and down, his eyes were shining: "200 years, you must have found a lot of treasures? Huh, no wonder you are full of answers." Excuse me, I'm afraid you have taken away the good things hidden in the Golden Valley Garden Palace. Oh, forget it, tell me, how did you find Zhanlu?!"

Shi Chong said in surprise, "Wan Kong, you thief monk, you actually found my underground palace?"

The monk smiled triumphantly and said, "You miser, you actually thought of hiding the underground palace under the Jingu Cave. If I hadn't gone to look for the indestructible bones of the green pearl, how could I have discovered that there is a secret door hidden under the tomb, which is connected to the cave. The tunnel, the tunnel leads to the underground palace!"

Shi Chong sighed quietly, "What kind of world is this? The monk doesn't meditate and recite scriptures, and stares at me, Mr. Shi's treasure all day long. For the sake of the green pearl, it's okay to tell you."

Everyone kept quiet and listened intently, that Shi Chong drank a lot of wine tonight, it coincided with the Qixi Festival, and was able to reunite with Luzhu again, he was in a good mood and talked a lot.

"Zhou Chu once slashed the dragon in Chengxi with all his strength, and the stream was dyed red with blood. However, even though the dragon died, a wisp of resentful soul lingered in the world. He followed Zhou Chu all the time. On the Zhanlu sword, take Zhanlu away..."

No wonder I once sneaked into Zhou Chu's mausoleum in Yixing, but found nothing.

The monk pondered for a while, and finally said: "Historical records record that this sword can recognize the Lord, and the world said that the country's fortune is not prosperous, so this sword disappeared, but I don't know it's all because of the dragon soul."

Shi Chong nodded, Jie Jie smiled, "People in the world only know that Zhan Lu is the king's sword, accompanying the king's side, but they don't know that this sword has returned to Chengxi along with the Jiao, went upstream along Chengxi, and hidden in Chengming. The top of the mountain and the bottom of the lake.”

The monk leaned in front of Zhanlu, staring at the sword carefully.

From the moonlight, the hilt wrapped in black rhinoceros hide gleamed with black light.

The blade was long and thin, as thin as a cicada's wing, and when it touched the blade lightly, there was the sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon moaning.

He reached out his hand uncontrollably and wanted to hold the hilt of the sword, but Zhanlujian had already sensed the dark and evil spirit around him. Just when his fingertips touched lightly, a black light flashed suddenly, and the blade of the sword swept away in an indescribable way. About ten feet away, it froze in mid-air again.

Although the monk was a little disappointed, he was more surprised. Apart from being surprised, he wanted to get Zhan Lu more and more.

He swallowed quietly, and praised: "Excellent! Zhan Lu will see the sun again, and he will definitely assist Ming Lord to rule the world."

"This sword rests on the Lord of the Ming Dynasty. If you defeat me today, he will follow you sincerely."

In the painting, you talk to me, but outside the painting, Yun Qi has crawled under the hanger, and is setting up a candlestick to light a small fire.

Suddenly I heard the monk in the painting say hello, "I'll come as soon as I go."

Yun Qi was startled, and was about to crawl into a corner to hide, when the back of her neck felt cold, and a sneer came from behind her, and then she was caught off guard by the monk.

The monk took out a yellow talisman from his bosom and stuck it on Yun Qi's forehead. Some kind of magic was used. The yellow talisman was ignited suddenly, and flames and white smoke shot up, and the study room was immediately filled with smoke.

Yun Qi was burned by the flames, his forehead was stinging, and he coughed, struggling desperately out of his survival instinct.

The corner of the monk's lips curled up, and a sinister smile appeared faintly, his lips twitched, and he began to cast spells.

At this time, the wooden house suddenly seemed to be crushed by a heavy object, and the walls made a "cracking" sound, which made the bookshelves and desks in the house buzz and tremble.

Xiao Xiao had poked his head out of the window. It turned out that he had come over a long time ago, but he just hid outside the window, stammering and asking: "You, what are you going to do to her?"

"Xiao Xiao," the monk raised his arms and grinned grinningly, continuing to exert force between his fingers, "She's not good enough for you. I'll turn her into a mouse to make you breakfast."

"No," Xiao Xiao rushed forward, opened his mouth wide, and wanted to save Yun Qi from the monk's grasp, but the monk dodged and shouted sharply, "How dare you disobey me?!"

Xiao Xiao closed her head, and begged repeatedly: "You saved me, I should obey your wishes, but you said that you let her be my wife, I only want her, and I will take good care of her in the future. She won't do anything wrong again!"

"Can you control her?" The monk suddenly sneered, "I'm worried that this cunning little girl will teach you badly!"

Xiao Xiao's huge body made the wooden house creak, and the head that got into the study room was swaying in the air, making the room for movement in the room very narrow.

The monk couldn't move forward or retreat, and stood stiffly, with a gloomy face, and a murderous look suddenly appeared in his eagle eyes.

Facing Xiao Xiao, who has practiced for thousands of years, and thinking of the great help he will have in the future, he had to hold back. His palms were so hard that Yun Qi was almost suffocated.

Xiao Xiao froze anxiously in mid-air, Yun Qi looked at him gratefully, but didn't want him to take any more risks for himself.

After all, from the moment she came here, she has always disliked Xiao Xiao and never regarded him as a friend.

Yun Qi suddenly raised his head, "Monk, don't kill me, I can help you win that Zhanlu Sword."

What use does this demon monk want Zhanlu?

However, Yun Qi, who was devoted to saving his life, could no longer care so much!
The night was getting deeper, the mountains were vast, and the roar of tigers and dragons echoed in the mountains and valleys.

The night in the painting seems to be in another world.

There are eight full moons hanging in the sky, bright as bright pearls, and according to the directions in all directions, they will go straight into the cluster of high platforms in the sky.

The moonlight is like water, illuminating the evil spirits sitting around, laughing and laughing.

Shi Chong hugged the slender waist as soft as green beads and wicker, and blew gently in her ears.

The green pearl was ashamed, and two red clouds flew up on the jade face. The two hugged each other intimately, walked crookedly and drunkly, walked to the edge of the stage, leaned against the jade railing, and looked at the boundless moonlight.

"Monk Wankong," the two rubbed their ears together, Shi Chong raised his glass and turned to invite the monk to drink with him, "You don't know how lonely and miserable I have been in the past 200 years, even though I have tens of millions of gold and silver, I am just a lonely person. Single miser."

Shi Chong is drunk in the gentle village, but the monk still misses Zhanlu.

Since returning to the painting, I couldn't help but raise my eyes in admiration, and couldn't move my eyes for a long time.

If he can't take it back tonight and hang it on the side of the couch, he might not be able to sleep at night.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with wind and clouds, dark clouds covered the sky and the moon, and the dark night enveloped the sky and the earth.

Shi Chong stared at it in amazement, the day is auspicious, the moon is clear and bright, is it going to change the sky? !

Rumbling thunder and lightning illuminated the night sky, and a white light was like a swimming dragon, shuttling among the dark clouds.

But in the blink of an eye, You Long disappeared into the turbulent sea of ​​clouds again.

Music suddenly sounded out of the thunder, the music sounded majestic and galloping, like the roaring water of the Yellow River rushing to the distance, or like thousands of soldiers beating war drums at the same time, the sound was deafening like a tide, and the momentum was breathtaking.

At this time, the monk had already come to Shi Chong's side, and looking into the distance, he muttered something: "The gracefulness of driving the eight dragons, and the snake that carries the cloud flag."

Shi Chong turned his head and glanced at the monk, and now he fully understood, and sneered: "Wan Kong, so this is your 'go and come', dare to hold back a big move."

The sound of the music was ups and downs, full of rhythm. Youlong suddenly rose from the sea of ​​clouds, danced with the sound of the music, or spread its wings high, or chanted with its head held high, or soared through the clouds and fog, all the people on the high platform were dumbfounded.

When You Long flies above the sea of ​​clouds, the moonlight shines clearly, You Long is not dancing, but chasing and playing with a girl in white.

Dressed in a snow-white dress, the girl floats in the sea of ​​clouds without a trace, or dances lightly with the dragon's head on a jade stand, or taps her toes lightly, shuttles through the clouds like a white bird, and walks by the waves.

The night wind lifted her dress, showing a more graceful but vigorous posture, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in smoke.

However, she was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, she had led You Long to fly above the high platform.

At this moment, the dark clouds quietly dissipated, and the eight rounds of cool moon shone on the earth, and the moonlight was as white as water.

The girl probed into the air with her bare hands, and there was a pipa in her arms. With a swing of her orchid fingers, the strings slid out like pearls and jade.

A song lyric comes out along with the chords: "The fragrance is heavy, the moon is thick, the terrace is surrounded by colorful clouds. Zhulan painted buildings with golden mud curtains, and the red lotus is swept away by ten miles of wind..."

The voice is mellow and charming, the girl who sings is tall and straight like green grass, and her face is plump like orchid, shrouded in a cloud-like white gauze, but she is neither clear nor light, neither sick nor weak, beautiful and full of vitality. --What a radiant woman
There was a satisfied smile on the monk's face, and he sneered: "It's not bad," he turned his head to glance at the green pearl that Shi Chong was holding in his arms, and then stared at Shi Chong in embarrassment.

There is no harm if there is no comparison, the money fan was so fascinated by it, he didn't notice that Lu Zhu's face was turning white and white at all.
(End of this chapter)