A scholar Meng Haoran, a dynasty plays the Nine Heavens.

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Dongtu Datang, Chang'an.

There was blood change in front of Xuanwu Gate, and Li Er ascended the throne of Sheng Shilong.

During the Zhenguan period, the prosperous era arose. Since Li Er's accession to the throne, he has raised the army, Guangkeju, conquered the grassland royal court in the west, and fought against the Goryeo stick mallet in the east. The song of prosperity has been played.

The ancient city of Chang'an is even more abundant.

Night market, fang market, green building dance thanks. The palace compound, the secular gate valve. This is a prosperous era that has not been produced for a thousand years.

On Chang'an Street, there is a monk who crosses the five elements and knows the destiny of heaven. There are also peddlers and pawns, who are busy in the world.

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An Hou Mansion.

The feelings of teenagers are always poems, and the comic poems are ecstatic. Which girl is not pregnant with spring, which teenager is not lewd.

Meng Haoran, the youngest son of the Meng family, is a somewhat lewd and profligate teenager, he is versatile and uninhibited, and he is dissolute in the world. Although he is young, he is the most representative poet of the pastoral poetry school after Tao Qian and Xie Lingyun.

At the beginning of autumn, the sky and the earth are cool.

"Childe, what are you thinking?"

The beautiful maid looked at the young man with clear eyebrows, her eyes were shining, and she was full of stars.

Meng Haoran's long lips are red and his teeth are white, like a beauty.

In the back garden, he delicately traced a sketch. A few simple strokes sketch an ordinary youth. Zuihou stroke, it is a drop of red bead on the left cheek, like blood, this stroke is always not outlined, and in the end a painting falls short, without that kind of charm.

The pen was discarded, and the ink stained the white rice paper.

"Hey, it's not like that, the look isn't right......

In his midnight dreams, he would always dream of a young man. The young man had a withered flower in his hand. Laughing silently. The ordinary face is never tired of looking at in vain.

Reincarnation for thousands of lifetimes. Still don't forget~~

"I don't want to, Xiaoqing, prepare your clothes, I'm going to ...... Qing"

Meng Haoran has a very haode family background, his father is the heirloom of the Tang Dynasty, even if he does nothing all his life, he can guard the ancestral family property and be a carefree marquis. Not to mention having a great reputation at a young age. Jinshi and the first, the top three in the palace test, Taizong praised.

Such a teenager, who was originally carefree, is now haunted by nightmares.

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"If you want to climb high, climb up to the sky.

If you want to step on the clouds, you will step on the road of immortals.

The immortals and fairies congratulate me on ascending to the Chongyang Heavenly ......"

The maple forest on the mountain, the fiery red maple leaves fall all over the foot of the mountain. In the pavilion under the mountain, Meng Haoran was dressed in white. An indescribable chic young man.

A poem that also proves his heart. What I really want to do is not the Hou Ye, nor the glory and wealth in this world, but the dashing immortal who travels with the red pine nuts.

It's a pity that the immortals are so high!

Penglai Immortal Island in the East China Sea, Longting in the southeast. The Tao cannot be passed on lightly, and most of the immortal cultivation sects are out of remote mountain tops and cliffs, and mortals cannot touch them. There is no one in a world who can cultivate the Tao.

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The breeze blows the black hair.

He opened his arms and let the wind gently touch his body, closing his eyes, like an immortal who resisted the wind.

The young man does not know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor;

Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Speaking of zuihou, I can only say that the weather is cool and autumn!

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"Miss, look, isn't that Meng Gongzi?"

Not far away, a group of young men and women were hunting on horseback. Tang Feng is fierce, and women are no exception, girls are not just reading in the embroidery building.

Every spring and autumn, there is a piece of mutton fat white jade in the suburbs, and the fragrant wind is gusting.

Ye Qingmei looked at the white-clothed young man in the pavilion, his cheeks were slightly red, and even the horse was stagnant, attracted by the temperament of the young man.

In Chang'an City, Meng Haoran is the most popular young poet.

At a young age, there is already a trace of vicissitudes in the poem. There are countless boudoirs waiting to marry and secret loves, and love poems are endless.

The woman loved him, and the man was mad with jealousy, and wanted to kill the boy, at least now the boys on the horse were eager to ride and kill the boy. If it weren't for the gentleman who wanted to show himself in front of the girl, he would have ridden his horse alone!

Of course, Meng Haoran's family background is not something that these young men can bully at will. The people of the Tang Dynasty, the protection of the law, especially this kind of celebrity, if something happens, it is a big trouble, and no one can afford it......

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Cheng Jingting rode his horse and galloped, rushed towards the pavilion, and rammed over.

This big guy is the most brainless, and he can do whatever he wants. He is a member of the old Cheng family and has inherited the consistent style of the Cheng family.

The human is five big and three thick, like a leopard, full of explosive power, and there are pieces of tendon meat on his body. has been trained in the army, has been on the battlefield, and has an iron-blooded aura that is very popular with little girls.

"Drive, drive~~"

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Looking at the galloping horse, the maid Xiaoqing hurriedly escorted her son-in-law and retreated. This little girl also has a good martial arts, otherwise she would not have been sent by An Shuhou to protect his precious son.

Meng Haoran still didn't move, standing there, he believed that no one would dare to kill him openly, not even the demon king in front of him.

The horse's head is three meters away from the pavilion, and it is still running rapidly, and now it is too late to brake!!

"Huh~~"

At this time, the Cheng Family Demon King fully demonstrated his equestrian skills, and quickly stopped the running horses within a full distance of three meters.

The horse's head was still less than ten centimeters away from Meng Haoran now, and the hot air from the horse's nose hit his cheek, and he was almost knocked to death.

The horse's hooves were worn out on the bluestone due to the rapid stop, rubbing large sparks, pulling out a black mark, and scorching. This impact can knock a person to death, and the good horses in the army are all of good blood, with the blood of the Western Regions.

"Boy, you have the guts! I didn't expect you to write a few sour poems, and you are not small, how about it, the master will accompany you to practice......"

Cheng Jingting had a spear in his hand and really wanted to pick him. Even if you don't die, you have to lie in bed for months. This person is not light or heavy, and he is notoriously difficult to provoke. The gentleman in Chang'an City didn't dare to mess with him at all.

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"Meng is powerless, how can he fight with you?"

Meng Haoran is not a fool, he would not do such a thing.

"Huh! I know you're not guts. Sissy!"

Immediately the men came down. The stone floor rumbled, revealing its own weight. This big guy came out to play and wore a heavy armor of 100 catties, as if others didn't know that he was strong.

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The teenagers applauded, they were very willing to do such a thing as slapping their faces, but the Cheng family, a stunned person, dared to do it.

The people in this family have a tendon in their brains, a fool, genetic, and can't change it.

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"桀桀~~"

Suddenly, there was a strange laugh in the sky.

The boys and men on the ground looked up. Be terribly alarmed.

There was a dark cloud flying in the sky, pitch black, and flames were floating outside. This black cloud is more than a dozen acres in size, and it can fly at a high altitude, which is a fairy method.

Where have they seen this, the great monks they usually know can control things at most, and can manipulate brushes, weapons and the like, so that they are suspended in mid-air.

Some sword repairs. Use your own life to warm a flying sword, and wash the sword with blood and potions every day. It took more than ten years to communicate with the sword, and as soon as the flying sword came out, the head of a person was cut within a kilometer. As for the matter of killing people thousands of miles away, it is nothing.

"Immortals!"

Meng Haoran's eyes lit up, revealing a trace of yearning, and at the same time, there was a trace of disdain instinct in his heart, it seemed that these were all small family methods, how could he have the great power of picking stars and catching the moon.

"Excuse me, the little dolls below, listen up, my ancestor and I have cultivated into a primordial god, invincible in the world, I heard that your Dongtu Datang is a resort for cultivators, I will challenge it, if you lose, this head will be given to me Kongtong Mountain......"

"桀桀,桀桀~~"

A big hand of flame floated out of the black clouds, and even people and horses were taken away, and thousands of catties of things rolled up into the sky. That's a good idea, but he's a little slower.

Meng Haoran only felt dizzy and hot, and there was a strong sulfur smell in his mouth and nose, blocking his trachea and making him unable to breathe. The surrounding black rumbling is also difficult to see things.

"Jiji, a group of little dolls, take it back as candy to eat, hehe, these little girls also have a few handsome people, they can be the ancestors' hundreds of concubines, Ji Ji ......"

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This evil cultivator also has good skills, and he didn't run away after catching someone, and he ran to Chang'an City to make a fuss, wanting to be the throne of the Li family.

This is okay, Li Er was furious.

The three great protectors, the two generals at the peak of martial arts, and a senior monk of Buddhism made a move, transported out the Yuan Shen, fought a few times, and tore the black clouds apart.

"Kongtong old demon, dare to come to Chang'an to spread wild, I am really impatient, I have just practiced the Yuan Shen, and the Yuan Shen has not yet solidified and put it out to show off, and I am smiling and generous......"

The old demon of Kongtong suffered a lot, and he was so frightened that his soul flew away, and many of the people he caught fell from the clouds, and Zuihou ran away with a few of them.

The people behind chased after him, and finally drove the old demon into Kongtong Mountain, so frightened that he didn't dare to come out.

"This evil mountain can't be entered lightly, the old demon has already practiced the primordial spirit, and there is a familiar terrain, I'm afraid it will make us suffer a big loss, it's better to retreat!"

Several people discussed for a while and retreated.

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In the dimly lit hall, oil stars the size of mung beans splashed from time to time in the oil lamps.

On the throne of the main hall was a dried corpse, without water, covered with three-foot-long fingernails, and a silver thread at the back of the head held up with a purple wooden hairpin.

The cultivation system of this shijie is to refine and transform qi, use the food of great replenishment to cultivate a body with sufficient essence and blood, and then practice qi and transform gods. The essence of the blood, the essence, the essence of the spirit, all smelted into one furnace, and the original spirit was practiced, which can come out of the body

The original god is just born like a baby, and it has to be dispersed when it is blown by the wind. At this time, it is necessary to condense and collect the natural evil qi from the ground to replenish the primordial spirit, so that the primordial spirit is like the substance. In this way, you can escape thousands of miles, and you can detain things, so you are not chic.

The black cloud circled around the copper furnace in the center of the main hall a few times, and threw down a few things, which were suddenly captured alive. Kuroyun Zuihou leaped into the dry corpse. The dried corpse suddenly plumped up, its skin regained its elasticity, and it moved its arms and became a living person.

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The people who were captured by the old demon were Meng Haoran, his maid, the big man of the Cheng family and his horse, and two or three beautiful young ladies, Meng Haoran also knew one, the one named Ye Qingmei, who was not allowed to have a beard, a girl with a very wild heart.

"Boom, this horse is so fat, and the horse meat must taste good."

The old demon was daxiao for a while, and thousands of silver threads burst out from the back of his head, piercing into the horse's body like the tip of a needle, sucking the blood dry, and his silver hair turned red.

"Boom, it tastes really good, I ate some appetizers, now it's my turn to eat, who will eat first?"

He looked at it.

"Huh, this is good, the blood is vigorous, and I know a little martial arts, but it's just a small way, not a big hall."

"This is not bad, tender and delicious!"

His long bright red hair was like tentacles, and he actually looked at Meng Haoran, wanting to eat him!

Redheads are coming!

The old demon of Kongtong felt quite refreshed, and he practiced the Yuan Shen, not only had more longevity, but also greatly increased his cultivation, and no one in the world dared to provoke him. Now that I'm full, I'll have some fun with those little girls later, and there is nothing more proudly than this in life.

桀桀~~

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile excitedly, wanting to eat quickly, so as to leave time to have a little rain with those little lovely people, and his heart became even hotter.

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...... "My life is over!"

Meng Haoran was a little unwilling, he really didn't want to die, a good life still needs to be squandered, and youth can't be wasted~~

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There is an ancient wood carving in the center of the main hall, and the carving has long been worn out, and the face is not clear. This wood carving has existed since ancient times, and I don't know how many years it has stood here.

Back then, the first Kongtong Patriarch discovered the magic of this wood carving, which can accelerate the absorption of the vitality of heaven and earth, and the wood carving is surrounded by invisible vitality ions, which is very beneficial to cultivation. Therefore, a large hall was built around the wood carving, and the Kongtong sect was established, which was handed down.

Now, the ancient wood carvings are trembling slightly, as if they are about to recover, ushering in the people who need to wait for the reincarnation of a hundred lifetimes.

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PS: Chapter 3 to. No, I'm tired, I'm going to eat and sleep, and I'll talk about it tomorrow...... (To be continued......)