There is a city in the East China Sea, called Wanghai City.

Because there is only this city in the land of thousands of miles, it is lonely, so it is also called "a city of a thousand miles".

It is rumored that there are top powerhouses in the cultivation world here, but unfortunately no one has ever seen his true face.

This isolated city, which does not belong to any country and does not represent any sect, receives a dragon sting tide every thirty years, which the world calls the wonder of the heavens and clouds.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that a carp jumps over the dragon gate, which was described by the literati as a vast sea wave of 3,000 zhang of anger, and for the monks, it is a dragon gate.

I heard that those who can withstand the oppression of the tide of the sea can get great benefits, and they will be on the rise from then on.

However, legends are just legends in the end, and there are only a few people who are really qualified to enter Wanghai City.

But what they didn't know was that it was still extremely difficult for monks who were qualified to enter the city to watch the tide.

Even if there is a supreme master to suppress the stinging dragon tide, the power of heaven and earth carried by the sea tide is still extremely amazing.

If you are not a person with peerless talent, there is no possibility of standing on the top of the city to watch the tide.

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"There is a mountain range to the southwest and northwest of Wanghai City. The one near us in the south is called Shengyue Mountain...... After all, not everyone can enter Wanghai City, if you don't receive an invitation from Wanghai City but want to watch the dragon tide, you can only climb Shengyue Mountain. By the way, this Shengyue Mountain is also the place where the Wanghai banquet is held. ”

The young monk who spoke was named Zhang Xingyuan, wearing plain clothes, but he did not wear a fairy spirit, but he had the temperament of a child of the rivers and lakes.

He looked at the other young man in brocade who was sitting in the carriage.

This young man was born handsome and extraordinary, and he has the temperament of a nobleman who has been hairpinned for generations, and if he says his identity, he is afraid that he can shock many people's hearts.

His mother was the eldest princess of the Yonghui Dynasty, and even had the opportunity to ascend to the throne and become the first female emperor of the Yonghui Dynasty in thousands of years. Although his mother gave up the low-hanging fruit in the end, it was still his blood relatives who ascended the throne in the end, and he himself was crowned the Marquis of Changle.

Su Zhuo.

This Changle Hou does not have a good reputation on weekdays, but when he listens to the rumors, he has a pungent anger. He was originally a cultivator, but he indulged in the side door and did not practice. Let him not say why, but if he asks which young lady has the best charm and which Oiran has the best body, he can recite it backwards.

If there is anything commendable, this highness counts and counts, only the painting is worth mentioning, but it is only used by him to mess with flowers and grass.

Ordinary people only know that the eldest princess's widow has a noble status, but in the palace and in the sect, when Su Zhuo is mentioned, most of them shake their heads, and as for some upright and outdated people, they are even more frowning, and they have to scold a few words angrily to show their integrity. This time, the news that Su Zhuo planned to go to Wanghai City can be said to have stirred up a thousand waves with one stone.

Although there are different opinions, most of them are one-sided ridicule and ridicule.

The gorgeously dressed young man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Wanghai Banquet?"

Zhang Xingyuan said: "Every three years, a banquet will be held on Shengyue Mountain, where monks from all directions can discuss the Tao, masters of the sect will select talents who can be created here, and mortals will also come to seek immortal fate. This year's Wanghai Banquet coincided with the once-in-a-30-year dragon tide, and if you stand out in the banquet or are selected by the masters, you will be invited to the city, which is also a rare opportunity. After all, Wanghai City is not something that anyone can enter if they want to, and there must be an invitation to enter the city, even if a monk wants to enter the city, it is impossible without a doorway. ”

"Of course, Changle Hou, you have a noble status, just open a golden mouth, and the court and the sect will take care of it for you, which is naturally not comparable to ordinary people. ”

The last sentence sounds like a compliment, but looking at this Xingyuan look, it doesn't look like this.

Su Zhuo didn't take it seriously, squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the mountain range that was even farther to the northwest, the mountain was magnificent, shrouded in clouds and mist, and there was no end in sight, and asked, "What about the remote mountain range?"

Zhang Xingyuan was a little serious and said: "The mountain range is called Pingtian Mountain, and it is a forbidden place. ”

"Forbidden land?"

"Yes, I heard that there are many formations on the mountain, and there are top masters sitting in the town, and the idle monks can't step into them. ”

"Wanghai City, this one-third of an acre, is really not simple at all. ”

"It's never been easier since it was built 3,000 years ago. ”

Su Zhuo nodded slightly and didn't speak again.

Zhang Xingyuan looked at the young man's somewhat feminine side face, his eyes flickered, the world said that the eldest princess's widow was far less than his mother's eleventh, he thought so at first, but after a period of contact, he faintly felt that this young man could not support the wall as others said. Not to mention anything else, just this time to Wanghai City, it's quite interesting.

The Yonghui Dynasty had no intention of letting Su Zhuo come to Wanghai City from the beginning.

After all, he was too stubborn, and he was sent to the world-famous Shangqing Palace since he was a child, but he didn't practice, but wasted a lot of time on pleasure.

Therefore, when the dragon tide arrived this time, no one thought that he would come to join in the fun.

And he brought it up.

He was very sure at the time, without any superfluous explanations, as if he expected that the imperial court would not refuse-

"I'm going to look at Wanghai City."

Many people found it incredulous.

I heard that His Majesty the Emperor thought about this for three days before giving an answer-

"Yes".

That's where we come in.

Thinking of this Changle Hou's deceitfulness and maverick, Zhang Xingyuan couldn't help but smile and asked, "I heard that Changle Hou still has the habit of ranking the size of a woman's chest according to the level of the monk's realm?"

Su Zhuo nodded, "Not bad." ”

Enlightenment, agreement, thought, spiritual bridge, non-one, yaozhen, knowing the gods, and breaking delusion, the eight cultivation realms correspond to the eight dimensions.

When the world was still struggling to know how to accurately describe the size of a woman's chest, this Changle Hou had already thought of this simple and direct but unusual method.

Zhang Xingyuan smiled and said, "Changle Hou's move is a precedent. ”

Su Zhuo just smiled and said nothing.

Zhang Xingyuan was also interested, "It is said that you are good at drawing beautiful pictures, and there is a rule, if a woman asks you to paint, if the size of your chest is below the realm, the more petite and flat, the higher your offer." As for the size above the Yao True Realm, not only do you not take a penny, but you also have to post the money upside down, the more plump and towering you are, the more you will stick, but really?"

"You're well-informed. ”

Zhang Xingyuan said strangely: "Why don't you collect all the money?"

Su Zhuo raised his eyebrows and said seriously: "The weight on the chest of a woman in this world is actually the same as the realm of monks in this world, the further you go, the less you are, the monks above the Yao True Realm are far less than those below the Yao True Realm, and the same is true for the weight on the chest of the beauties, the big ones will always be a minority." So, anyway...... I'm sure I'm not going to lose money. ”

"And I set such a rule, it is because I like big ones, if you have to charge money no matter how big or small, there will definitely not be as many beauties who come to me to paint, especially those who have a large enough chest. ”

"Wouldn't I have the best of both worlds when I made enough money and enjoyed the beautiful scenery?"

Zhang Xingyuan nodded while listening: "It's really reasonable." ”

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There is a flat official road between Shengyue Mountain and Pingtian Mountain, which is also called Jianmen Road because it is as straight as a sword.

The treetops around the avenue resounded with the sound of birdsong.

Suddenly, there was a thud, and a flock of crows danced all over the sky.

Leaving a gray-white bird standing calmly on the branch, looking at the official road, while carefully taking care of its feathers.

Its transparent eyes reflected everything on the Jianmen Road, and I saw several extravagant chariots galloping through the Jianmen Road.

This bird is called a bright bird.

The Ming Bird is not an ordinary bird, it is a spiritual bird raised by cultivators with elixir and can peek into the heavens and the earth.

What the bird sees will be presented on the spirit mirror in 1510, even if it spans thousands of miles, it can be clearly conveyed.

This spiritual realm is also known as the Autumn Mirror.

You can get a glimpse of it.

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Looking at the sea city, listening to the tide tower.

A monk with a robe reaching to the ground sat on a rosewood chair, his face young but his eyes deep. The bright bird next to him gathered, one resting between his fingers, gently pecking at the food on his fingers.

He calmly glanced at the picture presented in the mirror, pursed a meaningful smile on his lips, and said to himself, "Uninvited, good to come."