Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang snorted: "Fairy, can't you see, she's winking at you."

He no longer has any respect for this ancestor.

"Why are you squinting? Are you reminding us of something?" Chang Qingzi was a little suspicious.

"I'm reminding you to chase her. She's right in front of you. Such a beautiful fairy, why don't you chase her?"

Du Fang deliberately teased.

Chang Qingzi trembled and said, "Why do I feel like it's a ghost? It really can't be a dead person, floating as it walks!"

After communicating with Du Fang, he also realized that what he and his immortal body saw were completely different images:

At this moment, Chang Qingzi, upon seeing this white fairy, suddenly remembered the scene when he saw you above Lingyuan when the thick fog dissipated:

He saw his uncle, uncle-in-law, close friend, and lover having their souls extracted and pressed into the bodies of paper men.

Was the thing that just floated by the same fellow disciple who had entered the tomb and whose soul was pressed into the paper man?

His body trembled.

"This is a fairy, not a female ghost. You are seeing things wrong!"

Du Fang laughed loudly, but suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly.

Behind me came the pleasant sound of stringed instruments, slowly emerging from the depths of the corridor.

The two of them turned around suddenly.

I saw twelve women in white clothes, almost exactly the same as before, divided into two rows, walking out slowly with soft steps.

When they arrived in front of the two men, they split into two rows and knelt on the ground.

"Welcome the Saint back to the palace!"

The voices were all in unison. At this moment, Chang Qingzi had a look of disbelief on his face. At the same time, Du Fang's expression was not much better!

The truth is beginning to surface.

Du Fang had vaguely felt that the powerful banshee's soul was fluctuating in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Is this once peerless monster the owner of this fairy palace, the so-called saint?

He walked in first. As he walked past, the women knelt on the ground without looking up. He couldn't see through their faces, so he leaned sideways as he walked past them, fearing that they would suddenly turn into evil spirits, ghosts, and suddenly bite him when he was caught off guard.

I looked back several times and finally made some discoveries.

These women were holding green porcelain bottles in their hands, and were dressed like palace maids, with jade buns in their hair.

These women's eyes were clearly black and white, their sensitivity far less than that of a living person. Their eyes were dull, and they even carried the scent of colored powder.

Chang Qingzi was almost certain that these were the paper figures he had seen above Lingyuan. He opened his mouth for a long time and said in a trembling voice, "No, they can't be paper figures, right?"

"No! It shouldn't be!"

He had seen this kind of thing many times, and at that time, he even had this mutated thing in his arms, a parchment man, which he used to deceive the so-called Yin Lao.

In his eyes, the so-called paper people looked like a thin piece of paper, but when he looked at these women from left to right, except that their eyes were not very lively, everything else was exactly the same as women.

"Could it be a burnt shadow puppet?" Chang Qingzi suddenly guessed.

Du Fang didn't answer. The dark corridor had reached its end. Before him was a rainbow bridge of white light, and beneath him was endless darkness.

Du Fang tried it carefully and stepped on it with one foot. His heart was pounding so hard that it almost jumped into his throat.

Chang Qingzi immediately threw a rope made of clothes to him, signaling him to go first.

Du Fang crossed the Hongqiao Bridge carefully, step by step.

Chang Qingzi saw that he was fine, so he followed him over.

When his body suddenly stepped onto the rainbow bridge, something unexpected happened. The white rainbow bridge suddenly disappeared, and his entire tall body suddenly fell down.

This time Du Fang was prepared and immediately hugged the white jade pillar in front of him tightly.

Chang Qingzi finally climbed up, his head and face covered in sweat.

Fortunately, he was prepared, otherwise he would have fallen into the abyss. He was very surprised:

"Why can't you fall down, but I miss every time I go up?"

"Maybe I'm prettier than you, so these women like me!" Du Fang didn't want to dwell on this issue any further.

He knew very well in his heart that this rainbow bridge was prepared for the evil spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The ancestor is not an immortal, so naturally he cannot come.

This little weirdness can no longer affect his mood.

He raised his head and turned around the white jade screen wall. A magnificent scene unfolded before his eyes like a scroll:

In the magnificent front hall and the monastery, countless girls danced and ethereal music filled the air. The hall was made of white jade, and golden war horses, green bamboos, and autumn chrysanthemums were dotted around it.

Two maids walked with lotus steps and welcomed them to their seats.

The other girls were either sitting or standing, playing or stroking instruments, and the sounds of stringed instruments and pipa could be heard continuously.

It sounds very melodious and pleasant.

Chang Qingzi came closer and whispered, "It's so weird, so weird that I thought I was dreaming. I've entered the Fairy Palace, and there are no men, only women!"

The sound was not from a man, but from a woman, which immediately reminded Du Fang of the familiar red bellyband in the coffin.

An idea popped up in my mind: Did the woman in my mind live here in her previous life?

Do these maids completely regard themselves as women themselves?

When the girl saw them sitting down, she brought various snacks, delicacies, and sake in her hands. In addition to meat dishes, there were also vegetarian dishes.

Chang Qingzi was just about to pick up the food with chopsticks.

Du Fang said leisurely, "Aren't you afraid that this is just a trick of the dead?"

Chang Qingzi immediately put down the chopsticks he had picked up.

"This is Jiuhua Jade Dew Water from the West Sea. Please try it, Palace Master!"

A woman in green gauze bowed down and placed two cups of green juice on the table. When she raised her head, she suddenly blinked three times.

Du Fang and Chang Qingzi immediately noticed her look.

"Come here!" Du Fang said softly.

The woman in green gauze crawled over on her knees. Du Fang lifted her soft chin, put his mouth close to her ear, and said softly, "Were you the one who winked at us just now?"

The woman lowered her head and suddenly looked at Chang Qingzi with unusually bright eyes. This woman's eyes were completely different from those dead fish eyes before.

It's lively and natural, just like a living person.

In order to prove what he thought was true, Du Fang suddenly reached out and touched the woman's body.

The woman's expression suddenly froze, and her entire face began to turn red with shame.

"It's weird!"

Du Fang's expression remained unchanged as he loudly ordered, "Let those dancers disperse, and you stay to pour the wine!" He gave the order in a serious tone, but unexpectedly, his words were like an imperial decree, and all the women immediately retreated.

I saw that there were only three people left in the Golden Palace.

Chang Qingzi was about to speak when Du Fang suddenly stopped him with his eyes.

The old Taoist priest Chang Qingzi coughed twice and said, "Alright, big brother, you're already into the role so quickly. I'm treating you like the Palace Master. Are you treating me like a woman or a man?"

Du Fang chuckled and didn't answer.