Liu Zhenquan can't control the chickens and dogs in the inn, fortunately he has a mustache, as soon as he shows his identity, the rest of the people drink and dance without worrying about the things caused by Peach Blossom Eyes, and the mustache also stopped the intention of running to help Peach Blossom Eyes, who made you laugh at me, lie here again, and come to you when you wake up.

Liu Zhenquan sat in the hall and waited to watch the performance of the Heavenly Maiden, after the venting of peach blossom eyes, Liu Zhenquan was in a much better mood, and there was no longer the feeling of sadness and sadness before, and sure enough, hitting people was the best way to vent, which explains why so many venting games in the previous life were mainly beaten.

Liu Zhenquan was anxious to wait and tapped his hand on the table, and when the mustache saw it, he immediately shouted: "Why haven't you seen the Heavenly Maiden for a long time today?" "Even Liu Zhen is embarrassed by this courtesy.

Praruo has never had any expression, Liu Zhenquan sighed lightly or is not enough to cultivate his mind, the predecessor is really the senior. Just as he was sighing, he heard Prajna speak: "It seems that today we Daoist Liu are going to be disappointed. ”

"No, I am fortunate to lose my life, it seems that today's leader is unwilling to perform. ”

"I heard that my sister said that Daoist Liu's poetry is a must, why don't you dedicate a poem today, and change the goddess to go down to earth once?"

This truth is true, to explore the affairs of the world, why do you listen to me if you have nothing to do, and said: "There is such a saying in the Dayongjiang South Pavilion, is there still such a saying in the Western Regions here?"

When everyone on the side heard it, they didn't expect that this senior was also proficient in poetry? It felt so unreal, but the girl was still young and said playfully: "Senior, do you want to try?"

The mustache was half frightened to death when he heard it, at this time you still dare to make fun of the seniors? Hurriedly said: "Little crane, don't talk too much, the seniors have their own decisions." ”

Liu Zhenquan said casually: "Children, in fact, you don't have to be so strict. ”

At this time, everyone found that Liu Zhenquan was still very good at talking when he was talking, and if he was in front of the seniors with strict rules, he would be punished for interfering indiscriminately with Xiao He'er.

Liu Zhenquan looked at the expectant crowd and said, "Then I'll try." ”

"I have seen the Duanmu Sword Dance in Danyang before, don't laugh when I read it: the skin is not dirty and innocent, and Xiaolai Yuli Yao Pond. Slim green cover, Ying Ying Sujing, when the makeup is clean. Too liquid waves, neon clothes dance, broken soul flow. Even still, the old days are fragrant and light powder, the flowers are not similar, and the people are haggard. Desire to summon the Limbo fairy. Flat boat, vast waves. I only looked back, the ice curtain was half-hidden, and the bright and chaotic fell. The moon shadow is miserable, the dew is scattered, and who leans on the small side. Gongfang Alliance, there are still amphibious snow herons, and the night cold startles. ”

"My predecessors didn't expect you to really know, I thought that the poems made by other martial artists were incomprehensible. ”

"How did Xiao He'er talk to his seniors, how could his predecessors be pedantic and celestial?"

Liu Zhenquan smiled and pointed to the mustache, this kid was really surprised after putting down the festival.

When Liu Zhenquan chanted a poem and the acquired nu Rui really came down, everyone looked at Daoist Liu in amazement, and was really moved by his poem?

Under the backdrop of a group of accompanying dancers, the goddess Ruiman danced, and the light veils hanging down all over the inn made all this particularly ethereal.

Liu Zhenquan unconsciously remembered a poem, and chanted out "Three thousand women in the light dance hall, twelve ethereal flying heavens.

However, in the noise, few people could notice, only looked at Liu Zhenquan as if he was nothing.

That night, Liu Zhenquan could be regarded as having seen the flying dance that did not arrive at the Dayong Shangyuan Festival, and it was really worth the trip.

On the second day, Peach Blossom Eyes waited early in front of Liu Zhenquan's door to wait for the dispatch, and it is estimated that after waking up, the mustache and the difficult brother will meet the preferences of the seniors. This time, it was the turn of the late mustache to be worried, I didn't expect this guy's attitude to change so quickly, and sure enough, no one who can be a grandmaster is a fool.

On the way, Liu Zhenquan asked about the land of the extreme west, everything is a rumor, but there are many legends in the land of the extreme west, the most reliable is that someone met a master in the land of the extreme west, and he saw a great advance in martial arts overnight, and almost had a unified martial arts, as if he was punished by heaven because his character was too tyrannical.

So this time, the legend of the rivers and lakes is about to open again, and the martial arts heroes from all sides want to go and see, originally Snow Eagle Villa didn't want to go to this troubled water, but Xiao He'er called some friends to sneak out, and this is why there is a scene of a mustache chasing people and being treated as a servant.

"Senior, are you also going to the Far West on this trip? Do you need me and Brother Sikong to clean up the outside?" Seeing Liu Zhenquan asking about the Far West, Peach Blossom Eyes greeted him very intimately, as for why he suddenly became Brother Sikong, because the night before Sikong Long told him that his predecessors attached the most importance to etiquette and humility.

"That's not necessary, I'm here to do something, not to find exercises, but you can take it yourself if you need it. "The seniors are so caring, it's good when it's easy to talk, there are masters like the seniors in the past, who dares to stab me and wait? And it's safer to follow the seniors, safety and harvest are guaranteed, the two unconsciously looked at each other and smiled.

Liu Zhenquan went to the land of legends, and the mustache and peach blossom eyes consciously squeezed away the people who were waiting, "In front of the predecessors is the entrance to the legend, and I heard that it is only opened once in ten years." Liu Zhenquan felt strange at this time, the land of the extreme west was opened, didn't any other Taoist know?

When Liu Zhenquan and Praruo entered the entrance of the cave first, they only heard Prajna's voice say: "This is not the real extreme west, I think it's just a projection." ”

I see, if it was really those cultivators in the Far West who had already banned this place here, would they still be waiting for this suppressed ancient god to come out and make trouble.

"What then?"

"Let's see, there should be a clue here to the true Far West. ”

Liu Zhenquan looked at Praruo and said, "The seniors will work for you this time." ”

"It's just mutual aid, I'll help you find a place, you help me get my memories back. ”

Liu Zhenquan had long been accustomed to the saying that those powerful people did not account for cause and effect, so he just smiled.

Liu Zhenquan looked at the illusory murals in the cave, each mural seemed to tell a story, and suddenly a divine thought pierced the spiritual platform, Liu Zhenquan seemed to be in the ancient heavenly court, such a tall building, only to see the war burning inside, I felt that only a trace of spark could evaporate Liu Zhenquan's soul.

A great god holding a dry qi is killing in all directions, no one can beat at all, plus with the flames, wherever he goes, he burns wherever he goes, and he gets up and surrounds these countless gods, but none of them dare to approach, at this time the great god shouted in his mouth, and finally got a response, a god with a sword in his hand fought with him, and finally cut off his head with the cooperation of others, but when the head fell off the great god did not die at all, a gust of wind whistled up, and the fallen head once flew to the great god, everything was intact.

The sword-wielding god had to fight with it again, the heaven and earth collapsed, the pavilions and pavilions were destroyed innumerable, whenever the head was cut off, the great god was always easy to connect, did not drop the head once, the great god became more powerful, and finally the sword-wielding god was also beaten and scarred, when the head was cut off again, the gods together summoned several sacred mountains, buried the head in, it didn't take long for the great god who did not have the head back to become weak, fell into the world, when everyone thought he was dead, the headless corpse stood up, with both breasts as the eyes, the navel as the mouth, and the hand dance did not stop。

In the end, it was suppressed by the gods in the far west, hoping to make it fall through the power of time. At this time, a certain god seemed to sense something, and he looked at Liu Zhenquan with three eyes.

Liu Zhenquan only felt a splitting headache and was covered in cold sweat, and at this time, a pair of plain hands held him and whispered in his ear: "Go back, this is not what you should see now." ”

When Liu Zhenquan came back to his senses, he felt that everything was so real, and how terrible it was for the godman to get his gaze.