"Smile first, don't always keep a straight face, as if everyone owes you money."

In the manor, Hua Qing and Wujian sat opposite each other, he pointed at Liu Zhuoran with a fan, and said:

"Smile, yes, that's it, don't be shy.

People in the red dust, laugh if you want to laugh, cry if you want to cry, how can we have those rules and regulations in the sect, if you want to enter the red dust, the first thing is to forget all the constraints in the past.

What is too forgetful and other nonsense, forget it all. ”

Speaking of which, Hua Qing complained:

This emotion of love and hatred, born of freedom, is the empathy of human beings. As a result, he cultivated an immortal, but he had to break off his love and cultivate himself into an elm head.

Compare, who is the evil outsider? ”

Liu Zhuoran did not answer.

It's too rebellious for him to say. TV updates the fastest //

Although I think there is some truth.

"The hairpin has been taken."

Hua Qing said again.

Without a sword, he stretched out his hand and removed the hosta on his head, leaving only a hairband, and the well-combed bun was also spread out, forming a loose ponytail.

It looks a little messy.

"It's a bit of a man in the middle of the world."

Hua Qing Gongzi rubbed his chin, he frowned, looking at Liu Zhuoran who was smiling in front of him, he always felt that something was missing, and the dust breath from Penglai on this guy's body still faintly existed.

How to look, how to hate.

"Do you drink?"

He asked.

Liu Zhuoran shook his head.

Penglai Qingxiu, stresses the cultivation of the state of mind, does not pretend to be external objects, any enjoyment is to be isolated from daily life, let alone drinking, he even drinks less tea.

"If you don't drink wine, your past 20 years are really boring."

Hua Qing pursed his lips, he stood up, swept into the room, took out another pot of wine, two cups, threw them on the table, and said to Liu Zhuoran in front of him:

"Let's get drunk today, walking the rivers and lakes, how can we be without wine?"

"Why?"

Liu Zhuoran looked at Hua Qing with his hair scattered, and he said:

"It's not necessary, is it?"

"You know a lot."

Hua Qing glared at him, regained his squinting and smiling expression, and said slowly:

"It's good to get you drunk. Without further ado, drink it. ”

"If you want to ask about Penglai, I told you all about Qilu before, without reservation."

Liu Zhuoran was a little helpless, he held the wine glass and sniffed, the smell of wine made him a little disgusted.

He said to Hua Qing:

"You have a great favor with my family, you can say whatever you want to ask, I won't hide it, there is no need to use this way."

"Okay, then I'll ask."

Hua Qing Gongzi is a veteran of the wine road, and while he was tasting the fine wine prepared by the Heluo Gang for Ren Hao, he said to Wujian in front of him:

"Wujian, tell me honestly. Is there something hidden in the Lingxu Sword you held before? ”

"Nope."

Liu Zhuoran looked at the full wine glass in front of him, and said:

"Or there is, but I don't know."

He raised his head, followed the example of Hua Qing, and drank the wine in his glass.

But the first time he drank, he drank so violently that his cheeks were red.

From the throat to the chest, it also felt like it was on fire.

The cold wine fell into the stomach pouch, but it was warm, as if even the numbness in the body had been relieved a little.

Good wine in the throat, a little choking.

The smell of wine, and the depression in his chest, made the corners of his eyes slightly red.

He didn't want Hua Qing to see this embarrassed look, so he lowered his head and took the initiative to ask:

"Ling Xujian, it's not that it was... Was she taken away? ”

"It's been returned."

Hua Qing looked at Liu Zhuoran and said:

"I'm afraid you don't know yet, Penglai sent Yuejun to fetch the sword, but somehow angered Mrs. Tongtang. The shrine maiden was furious, and you Penglai Yuejun heard that it had been made into a puppet.

However, the Ling Xuan Sword had been returned a few months ago, and it was returned by the envoy of Miao Jiang in person, and on the night we left Quanzhou, it was said that the Penglai people received the sword in Quanzhou.

I'm very curious, Penglai suffered such a big loss, so he was willing to swallow it.

But if you want to say that you Penglai is afraid of Miao Jiang Witch Gu, I don't believe it.

So I guess that they are willing to suffer this loss because of that Ling Xuan Sword.

Jianghu said that the Ling Xuan Sword is the twelve weapons in the world, but these people naturally know more, it is the sword of the Penglai Immortal thousands of years ago, and it symbolizes the extraordinary.

It's just that I think it's not that simple, that's why I asked. ”

Hua Qing held the wine glass and looked at Liu Zhuoran, who had drunk another glass of wine in front of him, and he asked the question just now.

"In the Ling Xuan Sword, there really is no secret? Have you held that sword for years and found nothing? ”

"I don't know."

Liu Zhuoran drank three glasses of wine in a row, and his eyes were already a little drunk.

He raised his head, looked at the sky above him with a cloak of hair, and said in a blank tone:

"I thought I knew, but I didn't.

There are so many things I don't know, and there are too many secrets of Penglai Immortalland. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid I've never really integrated into that immortal mountain.

This time I suffered a hardship, which can be regarded as a relief.

I can't see it clearly in the clouds, it's annoying, and it's lost! ”

Liu Zhuoran's speech also became casual.

In Hua Qing's observation, the residual dust breath on Liu Zhuoran's body was no longer visible after he was drunk, as if some kind of residual past had been completely shattered.

was rubbed back on Liu Zhuoran's body.

This ordinary and serious goods actually have the potential to be a drunken maniac.

I really don't see it.

"You've seen it in Xiao Tie's giant sword, I think there's something about that sword."

Hua Qing put the wine glass down, and he said:

"I came to Luoyang this trip just to explore, without a sword, you might as well go with me."

"Let's finish the drink first."

Liu Zhuoran laughed, poured himself a cup, drank it all in one gulp, and Fuer poured another cup, but this time he didn't drink it dry.

When he raised his head, he was already drunk, his indifferent appearance was gone, and the stiff smile on his face became natural.

He looked at Hua Qing and said:

"You have a ghost in your heart!"

"Huh?"

Hua Qing was stunned and said:

"You person, I kindly invited you to drink, why are you scolding? You scold again! See that I don't smoke you, you are such a waste now, I can deal with you with one finger. ”

"I didn't scold you, I just told the truth."

Wujian felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and everything that he could see clearly seemed to become blurry and chaotic, and this novel experience made him grin.

Drunk, that's funny.

He raised his hand, grabbed the flask, and said to Hua Qing with a staggering body:

"You think I can't see it, and you take me for a fool? Keep asking me about Penglai, you are a descendant of Kunlun, why are you so interested in Penglai?

Could it be that you want to betray your teacher? ”

After speaking, without waiting for Hua Qing to answer, Liu Zhuoran grunted into the mouth of the wine jug, poured a large sip of wine, and he sighed happily and said:

"You Kunlun, if you want to be unfavorable to Penglai, send you to spy on Penglai, and you approached the little brother of the iron for this purpose.

His swordsmanship, I'm afraid you've seen through it a long time ago, right?

Hua Qing, you have a ghost in your heart.

But you're not a bad person.

If you're not a bad person, then Penglai is a bad person...

Hahaha, I have nothing to do with it anymore, so I'm not a bad person.

It's nice to be a blessing in disguise. ”

As he spoke, Liu Zhuoran fell to the ground, still holding the wine jug in his hand, which was probably the first time he had drunk in more than 20 years of his life.

Whether it should be said or not, everything has been said.

Hua Qing sat in place and looked at Liu Zhuoran, who was sleeping in front of her.

His eyes, which were always squinted, would widen.

He looked at Liu Zhuoran, who was drunk and laughing, and after a while, he said:

"You guessed it, no sword.

You stuffy gourd, you really have a clear heart and know everything.

I came here to overturn your Penglai, knock you down to the dust, and look at you... Uh, no, look at what kind of medicine they sell in their gourds.

You see, I've said it all.

It's good to get you drunk.

Next...

Let's go to the White Horse Temple for a walk and see the little iron brothers, how are you doing recently? ”

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"First this, then this, and finally this."

In the White Horse Temple, Zhang Lan's wing.

The playboy in a monk's robe had his "makeup box" in his hand, and he was skillfully applying grease and powder to Shen Qiu's face.

Qingqing, Xuanyu, and Xiao Tie sat in the back, watching Zhang Lan "dress up" for his senior brother.

"Anyway, you have to wear a mask, as long as the facial adjustment has an internal smell, the main thing is the change of body shape."

Zhang Lan used an eyebrow pencil to cover Shen Qiu's eyebrows, and said to Shen Qiu:

"Your body size is not as conspicuous as Xiao Tie, your walking posture deliberately changes, your shoulders collapse, it is better to hunch your back, and then shrink your bones, and there will be no big problem.

There are also greedy wolf knives and shaking lights, which can't be used anyway, too dazzling. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Lan pursed his lips, and he put a box of rouge-like things on Shen Qiu's neck, creating a scar like a burn.

He said:

"This Central Plains Martial Arts Conference, all the people who come are second- or third-rate, don't say it's you, this young master can't even look down on it, you still have to go to participate, what does it mean."

"I have my own plans, you don't care."

Shen Qiu sat in front of the bronze mirror, and as he spoke, he collapsed his upright body, and in the bones in his body, his figure became thin again.

It was as if he had "shrunk", and after Zhang Lan finished putting on his makeup, when Shen Qiu got up again, his body was already smaller than before.

Xiao Tie gave him the clothes he had prepared.

Zhang Lan picked up another box of colorless and odorless grease, broke up Shen Qiu's long hair, and applied the grease to his hair, and after the grease dried, Shen Qiu's black hair turned gray.

With his shabby clothes and curled up body, he looks like a little old man.

"Hey, there's this."

Xuanyu kept playing with a black smoking pot in his hand.

She smoked it once just now, but she was choked and coughed.

The little witch threw the cigarette pouch to Shen Qiu, who took it in her hand, and put the black-painted face of the ghost on her face, vibrated her vocal cords with her true qi, and said to the others in a dumb voice:

"The old man is scattered in the countryside, He Wangchuan, I have come to see the means of martial arts in the Central Plains."

He said it with a few accents, accompanied by a coughing sound, like the tone of an old man who smoked too much.

"There's still less flavor."

Shen Qiu looked at his current image in front of the bronze mirror, he thought about it, waved the cigarette pot in his hand, and said to Qingqing, who was holding back a smile:

"Come, weave me a braid, don't have that kind of braid, just like Ai Dacha's little messy braid."

"Senior brother, you pretend to be true."

Qingqing stepped forward with a smile and braided Shen Qiu's hair that was distributed by the cloak, Xiao Tie stood aside, he thought about it and said to Shen Qiu:

"Big brother, this figure can be disguised, but martial arts can't be disguised, as soon as your hand knife technique and Shuo Xue cold qi are shot, anyone who cares will notice you."

"I will, but that's not all."

Shen Qiu may not have many high-level martial arts in his mind, but there are really a lot of middle-level martial arts, he waved his hand, signaling Xiao Tie not to worry.

After the braids were braided, he stood up, buckled a tattered hat, and without further ado, went outside the White Horse Temple.

As a result, as soon as I crossed a courtyard, I saw a guy with a black face scarf, sneakily climbing over the courtyard wall and touching Xiao Tie's wing.

"Ahh Thief! ”

Shen Qiu rolled his eyes, shouted in a suppressed voice, lifted the falling snow step, held the Xuanbing finger in his hand, and the cold air hit the sneaky figure.

The latter also reacted extremely quickly, sensing Sen Han, he turned around and slashed his hand and slapped a palm, which was colliding with Xuan Bing's fingers, Shen Qiu turned over and landed on the steps.

The man in front of him took two steps back, flicked his wrist, and the cyan air flow dispersed, and the frost on his palm faded.

Seeing this familiar true qi, Shen Qiu said in a dumb voice:

"Ha, it turned out to be a Kunlun master, a person from outside the world, who also started stealing?"

"Your Excellency is a witchcraftman?"

Hua Qing, who was called to break his feet, was shocked, and he looked at the old man in front of him who was thin and braided, wearing a hat mask, and a smoking pot stuck in his waist.

There was a sound of chains on his wrists, and a small scythe hung under his hand, and he said:

"I'm just playing around with my friends, but why are you here?"

"Don't ask too much, the old man advises you to be less nosy!"

Shen Qiu didn't answer, seeing that Hua Qing was about to move his real character, and when he heard Xiao Tie and others outside the courtyard coming, he turned over and carried the long river of lonely smoke, his body was like a lonely smoke blowing away, and he disappeared outside the White Horse Temple with a rise and fall.

"Big Brother Flower! Why did you come to Luoyang too? ”

Xiao Tie carried the sword box on his back and rushed into the courtyard, and saw Hua Qing taking off the face scarf on his face.

He called out in surprise, Hua Qing turned around, and the smile on his face was restored, he pulled out the folding fan from his sleeve and opened it with a brush.

"I've traveled all over the world to join in the fun."

Hua Qing shook her fan and asked:

"Xiao Tie, when I first came, I was blocked by a master, and I also made it a kung fu of the witch sect, didn't that person come for you?"

"Oh, that's it."

When Xiao Tie heard Hua Qing's words, he knew who he was talking about.

He scratched the short stubble with some embarrassment, and said to Hua Qing:

"The man... It's my master's friend, named He Lichuan, he is not a witch sect, so Brother Hua doesn't have to worry. ”

"Your Master's friend?"

Hua Qing narrowed her eyes and asked again:

"What about Shen Qiu? Isn't he at the White Horse Temple? ”

"Big brother is out."

Xiao Tie lied again and said:

"I probably went to Taihang, the eldest brother said that he was not interested in this martial arts conference, and at noon he compared the sword technique with Na Yang Fu, and went out."

"It's like he can do it, and he's afraid of trouble."

Hua Qing shrugged her shoulders and said to Xiao Tie:

"I was in Quanzhou before, and I saw your sword very strange, and this time I came to Luoyang to listen to you and tell me what you and Shen Qiu did in Liaodong.

Anyway, I'm very idle now, and I have nothing to do, so you can talk to me, and you should relieve your boredom. ”