Floating like a dream · Chasing the heart

"So it's the God Sovereign Cangwu..." Mo Lan sneered, propped his body up lazily, and caressed the scimitar-shaped black jade hairpin in his hair with one hand as if unintentionally.

"Why are you staring so big? I know I'm good-looking, so you don't have to look at me without rolling your eyes."

These words really hit the lungs of a pure cultivator. Who would have known that the old man, Jun Shang, has always been sensual for thousands of years, and he is more pure and holy than an old monk who has entered meditation.The only time someone got wet was when the person who spoke went to the wrong door when he first came, and slept on the couch all night by accident.

This guy was so good-looking that he got cheap, not only didn't tarnish the king's self-consciousness, but also bit him and spread rumors everywhere that the old man coveted his beauty and took advantage of him.

You are indeed beautiful, but Cang Wu is not bad, there are not many people in the world who can match you, so they will covet your beauty?

There is no one who can say this without blushing and heartbeat, except Mo Lan who likes to test back and forth on the verge of death.

It's no wonder that every time we meet, the old man, who has always been very patient and desireless, can't control the violent prehistoric power in his body, and fights violently.

And everyone knows that the hairpin in Mo Lan's hand looks ordinary, but it is actually a magic weapon commonly used by Immortal Mo Lan. When it comes out, it is a cruel weapon that can tear people's hearts and gallbladders. It can kill immortals at the top and destroy demons at the bottom. It is comparable to the Shang Fang sword in the mortal world. .

I don't know where Immortal Mo Lan, who is not very old and senior, got this supreme artifact. In short, everyone is afraid and dare not provoke it easily, lest he be accidentally hacked. The cultivation base is gone in vain.

Even if there is a difficult situation in the Buddhist world, they will come here occasionally to ask Mo Lan to come forward to help calm the ghosts and monsters.Over the past few hundred years, all kinds of monsters and ghosts who died under the scimitar can almost fill up the East China Sea.The scimitar drank the blood of demons, and its mana became stronger and stronger. It was violent and cruel, which made people fearful.

Of course, the help is not for nothing. Every time you help the Buddhist world, you can get the Dharma, goodness and virtue bestowed by Sakyamuni Buddha, as well as the golden elixir that can increase your mana.So after only a few hundred years, this little fairy, who was not very conspicuous in the beginning except for his outstanding looks, has almost made rapid progress, and his mana cultivation is hard to match.It's really not surprising that the limp prince has become one of Mo Lan's subordinates, the defeated younger brother.

Seeing Mo Lan rubbing the scimitar and hairpin, all the immortals once again held their breath and looked at Cang Wu secretly.Cang Wu still had no expression on his face, but he held the wine bottle tightly with his hands. It was doubtful that the wine bottle would turn into a pile of powder in the next moment.

For the sake of safety, should we find a more natural excuse to escape?

I really don't want to miss this rare fight!Or, hold on for a while, take a second look and talk?

Prince Yuanming quickly put away the folding fan, and sternly advised Mo Lan, "Don't be impulsive, wait for me to change to a safe place before you do anything." Run where the knife is blocked.

Mo Ling twitched the corner of his mouth, grabbed Yuan Ming, and suddenly heard Cang Wu say in a low voice: "Didn't you always say that I covet your beauty?"

Mo Lan was stunned for a moment, but before he realized what Cang Wu meant, he heard Cang Wu continue: "That's right."

"Not bad, what?" Mo Lan's eyes widened immediately after he asked this sentence.Yuanming was quick-witted, he flung open his sleeves and jumped far away, just as he jumped away, the next moment, Mo Lan suddenly burst into flames, and pulled out the Mo Yuzan from his hair.

Long hair fell down, a gust of wind swept across, the scimitar turned into a ray of mysterious light and approached Cangwu.

All the immortals took a breath, their faces were sore from the violent knife wind, and they fell to one side one after another.

Zhanying was more unlucky, sitting closest to Cangwu, he felt that the knife was about to go into his eyes, but he was weirdly unable to move, his heart was about to jump out of his throat.I don't know if it was an illusion, but at this moment, he seemed to feel a faint emotion from the person next to him.

Like... angry?But it seems to be... heartache?

At this critical moment, Cang Wu suddenly moved, the hand holding the cup was not so fast, he only moved forward slightly, and met the sharp and threatening scimitar, no one saw how he did it. What he did, he easily clamped the black jade scimitar that swept across the Three Realms with two fingers so easily.

The scimitar could not penetrate any more, it lay between the two of them, trembling and ringing slightly due to the force.

"Oh! What's the matter, this is it!" Suddenly there was an exclamation from the side, and the host of today's banquet, Taishang Laojun, finally arrived late, and rushed over with his long clothes.

"You two, stop, stop, listen to the old man first!" Laojun rushed to the two people who were about to draw swords, and pressed the back of the sword with his hands.Yue is a well-meaning person who quickly explained the whole story when he passed by, so the eyes he looked at the two were quite meaningful.

The two turned their heads at the same time, one expressionless, and the other full of anger.

The old gentleman pulled the knife out from Cangwu's fingertips in embarrassment, and pressed it back in front of Mo Lan properly, then straightened up, and said to the two of them solemnly: "Can you two go with the old man first?"

Both of them were silent, but they followed Laojun out of the hall one after another, and those who couldn't bear curiosity quietly followed behind, such as Prince Yuanming, eager to get together outside Laojun's mansion.

Just thinking about what kind of medicine Laojun sold in the gourd, I heard Laojun take three steps back vigorously, pointing to the garden in front, and said to the two people with different expressions: "This place is bright and open, if you two want to call, please continue." .”

"..."

Seeing that neither of them was moving, and looking straight at him, the old gentleman coughed, stroked his snow-white beard and moved closer to Cangwu, and said in a low voice, "I bet half of my wealth on you, sir. Shang Ke must win!"

Canggo: "..."

Mo Lan: "..."

Then, Zhan Ying saw a flash of swords and swords, one tall and one short, and two equally black and slender figures tumbling and entangled in mid-air.

Outside the Laojun’s mansion is a small garden with shining rays of light, small bridges and flowing water, jade pillars and arches, and flowers blooming like brocades. On weekdays, Laojun invites a few or two immortals to fish here and enjoy the scenery. It’s very pleasant. .At this time, the gravel splashed, and the cold water column splashed into the sky, pouring the heads and faces of the onlookers.

Lao Junhui's intestines were green, and he jumped and shouted: "Hey! My garden! My flowers! My fish..."

"Don't be impatient, Laojun, don't be impatient when you are in peace!" Yuan Ming didn't think it was a big deal, he held Laojun who was about to rush up, and tried to comfort him: "Didn't you always re-bet the treasure on Xuanlong Shenjun?" Well, you pay ten for one, and when you finish the fight and keep it, you can make a lot of money, and it’s not enough for you to build bridges and pave roads!"

All the immortals agreed deeply when they heard the words, and they all joined the battle to pull Laojun back.

"The crown prince is right. It's the first time I've seen your majesty wielding a sword. According to this situation, Immortal Mo Lan is doomed!"

"In other words, this style of fighting is really unprecedented... Needless to say, Immortal Mo Lan, it would be fatal in a fight, but your majesty hasn't used a sword for nearly a thousand years. Back in the day, my master had the honor to see Junshang and the former ghost king fighting in the night sky. At that time, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and Junshang didn't even draw his sword, so he beat the ghost king with his bare hands... But today, your majesty made an exception and sacrificed the divine sword, why... why did you use the sword like a fly swatter and slam it aside? Is it cutting people or pillars?"

"Hey! Could it be that what Jun Shang just said was from the bottom of his heart? You really don't want to part with Immortal Mo Lan... If I don't have dazzle, you just grabbed Immortal Mo Lan with your hands waist?"

"You must have read it wrong! You must have read it wrong! I clearly saw Immortal Mo Lan using a scimitar to cross the bridge, and the old man must have done it to dismantle the move..."

Prince Yuanming twitched his lips, he was blind, right? You need to put your mouth on someone's neck to untangle the trick?I really can't tell that Master Uncle, an old man who is so pure and upright, is also a good at stealing fragrance.It's no wonder that Brother Mo's pretty face is as angry as a boiled eggplant.

Lan Ji: "..." Has no one noticed my existence?

The battle became more and more intense, the figures of the two could not be seen clearly, and the battlefield was getting farther and farther away. The immortals did not dare to approach easily, and they all secretly rubbed their sticks at the gate and stared wide-eyed.However, Zhan Ying found that he was completely unaffected, and even if he ran close, he would not be hurt by the sharp and horizontal swords, so he simply moved closer to take a closer look.

Seeing this, he opened his eyes wide and froze in place.

A gust of wind blew up outside the aura of the two of them, flying rocks and weeds, covering the two of them in the center of the eye of the wind, and they couldn't see what was going on inside from the outside, but Zhan Ying could see clearly when he stood in the eye of the wind.It is said that the quiet and inactive Xuanlong Shenjun had already put away his long sword, one hand held Mo Lan's wrist holding the knife, and the other hand firmly grabbed Mo Lan's waist, freezing Mo Lan's figure ,Then······

Bowing his head expressionlessly, he kissed Mo Lan's scolding lips fiercely.

Zhan Ying: "..."

The heart beat suddenly quickened, Zhan Ying touched his face, wondering how it seemed that he was the one who was raped and kissed, his face was so hot that his hands were hot.

Before he could recall what happened, he was swept into the sky by a gust of wind.Vaguely heard the exclamation of the crowd from below.

"Where are people? Where did they go?"

"Why did it suddenly disappear? This... Who is winning and who is losing?"

"Do you want to catch up?"

"Chasing? Where are you going to chase? Did you see where those two went!"

"What about the bet?"

"..."

Lan Ji: Sure enough, no one cares about my existence?

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