I said Dongli in adversity

Chapter 73 The Lord of Love
Twelve levels of love——

An imaginative tent.

A back view that makes one’s heart ache.

A charming smile that makes people lose their souls.

The twelve layers of Wangchuan Love Heaven are filled with the moans of pleasure between men and women, and the phantom of the blending of yin and yang.

On the bed, he noticed a gust of wind. Fan Qianlian turned over on the bed and looked at the handsome figure outside the tent.

"Xiao Le'er is back."

"Owner."

"Needless to say, let me make a guess. With one sword of the Buddha, thousands of demons were wiped out. He also used the Buddhist method to save Qingsha, so that Qingsha gave up his obsession with Qin Juexian and turned to his adoptive mother to accompany his family. It was supposed to be three years ago. In the tragedy of sadomasochism between people, the most important chess piece has been intercepted, right?"

"Exactly every word." Lai Xiao nodded cheerfully and replied, "How did the master know?"

"Quzhou Yifandu, although he is a new face in the martial arts world, he has extraordinary cultivation and Buddhist attainments. He has a handsome face and an extraordinary temperament. How could Gu Xiao not care about such a man?" Gu Xiao Qianqian He smiled charmingly and said, "Buddhist cultivators may not have never tasted it before, but such an eminent Buddhist monk is really..."

The words were ordinary, Gu Xiao bit her lip, her legs were as slender as white jade.
This was not the first time Lai Xiao had seen such a scene, and he was still just bowing outside the tent.

"Hmm... Xiao Le'er, tell me... what would it be like for such an eminent monk to be... um... what would it feel like?"

Lai Xiao still lowered his head, and there was no sign of any abnormality on his face. He replied calmly as usual: "I don't know."

"Yeah...it's a pity...Qing Tian...out there...um...there are guests...go help me...um...welcome them in..."

"Yes."

Lai Xiao responded and limped towards Qing Tianwai.

"Cultivating together for thousands of years, there is a lack of boats and sails. There is no boundless sinking, and the Fahai crosses the voyage."

Wangchuan is the twelfth level of love, the desolate residence of Gu Xiaofan.

In the land of misery, there are many people who are obsessed with the affairs of men and women, such as the flower king in Chunxiao Youmeng Tower, and the owner of the twelve levels of love in front of you.

As the adoptive mother who single-handedly raised He Changling, Fan Qiliang knew He Changling very well.

It is precisely because of this understanding that Gu Xiao was able to single-handedly plan the tragedy of sadomasochism between Qin Juexian, He Changling and Qingsha.

In the emotional game, from beginning to end, He Changling was just a pawn played by Gu Xiao.

"Huh?" Quezhou Yifandu saw the lame Xiaozhu who was guarding the outside of Qingtian.

When the latter saw Quezhou Yifan crossing, he was also stunned and said, "Lai Xiao Le Bu Zheng, I am waiting here at my master's command."

"Thank you for leading the way."

The lame flute nodded and limped forward to lead the way. As soon as he stepped into the love world, the surrounding scene had changed. The melodious sounds echoed around the world, and the beautiful women danced gracefully. It was a paradise on earth.

"Amitabha."

With a flick of his sleeves when he was crossing the boat, the Buddha's light shone behind him, the Sanskrit chanting bells rang, the Arhats and Maitreya chanted in unison, each step sounded, echoing in the heaven of love.

In an instant, the sound of overwhelming love melted away, countless illusions collapsed, and bells rang in unison both inside and outside the love sky.

"Ok?"

Lai Xiao paused his feet slightly. He was used to the scenes of Qingtian in the past. Now it suddenly became easier to be so pure and clean, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.

Just like this, the missing boat sails across the river step by step, step by step and sings, and the love sky changes with each scene.

The Vajra Arhat, the Eight Heavenly Dragons, the Bodhisattvas and the Buddhas...the twelve layers of the heaven of love that used to be so charming, have turned into a "Buddhist pure land" filled with the light of Buddha and the sound of chanting sutras.

Unprecedented “holiness”!
"Master, good method."

The twelve levels of love, on the big bed.

"My twelve-level lover is about to be transformed into Leiyin Temple by the master."

"Amitabha, with the power of the donor, can recover in just a thought."

"Hey, in front of Master, how dare a weak woman like Gu Xiao dare to make a mistake?"

"If the benefactors are all weak women among the top ten masters in the northern martial arts world who are listed by the Ping An Sword Immortal, then how many of them would be ashamed of themselves."

"Oh?" Gu Xiao covered his mouth and chuckled a few times.

"The donor should understand why Quezhou came."

"Gu Xiao understands, but it's time to ask the master for an answer."

"Good causes, good results, and good karma are not just a missing boat, but also a benefactor."

"That's all, since the master is here in person, Gu Xiao still has to give him this face. From now on, Qing Sha An will happily accompany the elderly to recite sutras, and Gu Xiao will not design any more."

"Thank you so much, donor." Quezhou Yifandu chanted.

But in Gu Xiao's eyes, the figure gradually dissipated until there was nothing.

"It comes slowly and goes quickly. When a man is satisfied, he will turn his back on you. It's the same for everyone."

Gu Xiao murmured to himself, then looked at Lai Xiao beside him, "Xiao Le'er, when is the next time in the bookstore of Ping'an Inn?"

Lai Xiao frowned slightly and counted on his fingers, "Master, it is tomorrow."

"Oh, it looks like we're running out of time."

"Xiao Le'er, do you want to listen to a book?"

Although it was a question, Laixiao understood the meaning of his words.

"This subordinate will make arrangements."

"Little Le'er is still considerate." Gu Xiao covered his mouth and chuckled a few times. Qingtian Twelve was seriously injured, and suddenly the sound of the flute sounded, reappearing the past decadent scene.

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At the edge of the vast sea, all the flying insects, birds and beasts were frightened today. A figure covered with wild boar skin and with a hideous and ugly face stepped out of the jungle of the vast sea. A drum hung from his waist. His whole body was bloody, muddy and filthy. Coupled with the wild boar's face, he looked even more... It looks like a beast but not a human being.

"Ping'an Inn, Bai Yuheng."

Beneath the boar's face, the man's voice was dull and filled with endless resentment.

He is a leather drum master and He Changling, a bloody devil who hides in the depths of the vast jungle where the sun never shines, camping and thinking about revenge.

However, I never expected that one day, my true identity would be revealed.

"Damn, damn it!"

The gong yuan is running, and the drum on the waist is struck hard, and the sound of the drum is like thunder, sweeping the surrounding area.

"You have angered the leather drum master, Bai Yuheng, and you have a way to die!"

"Chang Lang..."

Hearing the familiar voice coming from the forest, a flash of panic flashed across Drum Master's face beneath his animal skin.

violin...

Woman, seeing my face like this, would you still...

No, now is not the time...

Wait until I kill Gu Xiao and Bai Yuheng...

Wait until my great revenge is avenged, Drum Master...

If Gu Xiao was single-handedly responsible for his current tragedy, it became the person he hated most in his life.

Then the man who thought he was superior and revealed everything about him to the world became the second most hated person in his life.

Damn it, damn it!
Hatred and hatred are lost in my heart at this moment.

Thinking of this, he no longer cared about the call of the beautiful figure from the past behind him, and the drum master took a step forward and turned to the Ping'an Inn.

And in the depths of the vast sea of ​​​​forests, the aqua-blue silhouette, which had not been found for several days, let out a faint sigh and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​​​forests.

"Chang Lang..."

　After a little bit of modification, I finally got it out, and I’m convinced.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)