Lao Tzu entered from the East City Gate, Dongling City Mansion stood in the east, and there was no white ding in the streets of the city, all of them were brightly dressed male fairies and female fairies.

Because this Dongling City Mansion is the jurisdiction of Linghu Yueke, there are many male and female demon queens in the area like floating clouds, and they are extremely materialistic.

The moment Lao Tzu and Duobao stepped into the city, Ge Kun was startled, but only Ge Kun was shocked, even the Weeping Blood Spirit Emperor didn't notice that a saint had stepped into the city. All he could sense was that a young man, an old man, and a demon had entered the city.

Lao Tzu travels west, when he meets immortals, he is immortal, and when he meets mortals, he is mortal.

Before the disciples of the Three Holy Sects, he was a saint.

In the mundane red dust, in front of Hangu Pass, he is a mortal.

In the city that never sleeps, in the city of immortals, he is an immortal.

Lao Tzu's whereabouts have never been hidden, but the immortals and ants are almost unknown.

Behind Lao Tzu, the green cow turned into a big man with a green face and fangs, and followed behind Lao Tzu. He looked left and right, these superb fairies, these seductive fairies, couldn't help but lick their dry lips.

Lao Tzu glanced back at him, Qingniu instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and there was no strange thought. Let those fairies wave their sleeves and show off in front of him, and he will not be moved.

Between the three of them, in front of this flower street, suddenly a longitudinal cloud car flew in, a group of stunning fairies, each immortal is the face of the city and the country, they can make the world crazy.

Twelve Oiran fairies, descending from the sky, twelve stunning colors ride the wind and meet the clouds, there is the sound of the piano and the sound of the song, and the silk and bamboo orchestra plays.

The twelve Oiran fairies danced one after another.

At this moment, the immortals of the whole city came to smell the fragrance, these twelve oiran fairies, each of them is a stunning appearance in the world, difficult to find in the immortals, and all of them have different temperaments and demeanors.

Every year, he will appear in the flower city for a dance.

Huacheng is a district under the jurisdiction of Yueke.

I saw a graceful woman, with a clear face and a white shirt, dyed with green silk and ink, and a colorful fan elegant, like a fairy, and the water elf seemed to come from a dream. A round of spring moon in the sky opens the palace mirror, the woman under the moon sometimes raises her wrist and lowers her eyebrows, sometimes lightly Shuyun hand, the fan in her hand is closed and held, like a pen walking dragon painting Danqing, jade sleeves are windy, elegant and vigorous. Although it is not as good as Chang'e in the Moon Palace, it is by no means difficult to find in the world.

There are also stepping on the drum and rising, flying and dancing, every jump, there is a drum under the feet, the naked jade foot stepping on the spirit drum, agitating and dancing with it.

There are peach blossoms blooming all over the sky, and the goddess scatters flowers in the red dust. The dance turned back to the red sleeves, and the song was sorrowful. The hall is full of lights, and the seats are beautiful.

There are also three women dancing with swords, really like shimmering like Yi shooting nine sunsets, like the emperors and dragons; coming like thunder to collect anger, like the river and the sea condensing the clear light. The lips and beads are lonely, and there are disciples who pass on the fragrance in the evening. The beauty of Linying is in the White Emperor, and the wonderful dance of this song is promising.

There are also dancers on the Ruigong Langyuan. Listen to Jun Tiandi music, know him a few times. Competing for the world, a new biography of dancing and picking lotus. The willow waist is light, and the warbler has a tongue. Who is bound by the smoke and waves. Helplessly, the heavenly step has already urged the shift to change. But driving Cailuan, Hibiscus is looking forward to it. In the palace twisted, round, curved, flowing water like a dragon flying like a phoenix dance

Above the canopy, ten thousand palace lamps are lit up, thousands of lights are bright, red candles are hanging in the sky, each spirit jewel bead is lit up, and the stars are dotted with thousands of flashes.

The sky is full of lights, and the earth is as beautiful as clouds.

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At this moment, the whole sleepless sky city is like a mortal event, the immortals are crowded like mortals, looking up at the sky and night under the moon, the twelve oirans dance, singing and dancing, and singing and singing, when it is so.

Lao Tzu is also an immortal at the moment, looking up at the sky, looking at the twelve fairies, he does not have the beautiful appearance of the twelve fairies in his eyes, only an indifferent way, a vulgar way, the red dust rises, how many immortals are pink skeletons?

Lao Tzu has no praise or disgust in his eyes, the survivor has his own way, he is just a passerby, and he will not judge with contempt for such a prosperous city.

Duobao followed Lao Tzu, and his eyes couldn't help but show amazement, this kind of joyful dance, he saw it for the first time, but it was just amazing.

Qingniu was stunned for a long time, unconsciously left saliva, when Duobao left, touched him, Qingniu instantly came back to his senses, busy wiping his sleeves clean, step by step and looking back at the beautiful scenery in the sky that was still staging a grand song, he thought in his heart, if he went down to the mortal world in the future, he must come to this city to walk, and it was not in vain for him to pass the red dust.

Lao Tzu walked through the immortals, walked for a long time, and walked to the urban area of Nanling Mountain.

There are very few fairy walks here, so the road appears wide.

But between the lines are also attic pavilions and towers everywhere, the immortals are left, or sit and talk about the Tao, or sing to the wine, or sit on the platform, a kind of elegant and natural, unrestrained Taoist realm presents in front of you.

An old Taoist walked out of a water pavilion, saw the three of them, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Three Taoist friends, I don't know if you would like to talk about it?"

Duobao frowned, and was about to step forward, Lao Tzu stretched out his hand to stop him, and a smile appeared on his face, which had always been unfazed.

At this moment, Lao Tzu seems to be really an ordinary immortal, an immortal in the Golden Immortal Realm, not the sage master in charge of the Xuanmen, but an immortal who was invited to discuss the Tao.

Lao Tzu stretched out his hand and waved his will.

On the four-person pavilion in the middle of the lake, there is another person in the pavilion, who is a man of five big and three thick.

A few people in a group saluted, Lao Tzu called Li Er, Duobao was his nephew, and Qingniu was his entourage. Lao Tzu did not hide a trace of his words, but no one knew him.

(Note: Lao Tzu's common name is Li Er, and he is not known to immortals at this time.) ）

The old Taoist called himself Wuyazi, and the man called himself a dry mountain Taoist.

The three of them sat opposite each other, and Duobao Qingniu stood behind Lao Tzu.

The two talked eloquently, but they were just some well-known "little things" in the four continents.

In Duobao's eyes, it is just a small thing that cannot be small, and it seems to be a big thing from the mouth of the two of them, which is almost the same as the matter of being a god.

Lao Tzu just smiled slightly, nodded, did not speak, and did not say anything. Between the words of the two, it is mostly a praise for the city that never sleeps, although the cultivation is weak, but there is a kind of guidance to the world, the wind and clouds are my companion of the majestic atmosphere, but also the past cultivation of the lamentation of emotion, although the road is shallow, but the affection is deep, in the pursuit of the avenue, life and death perseverance and do not give up.

Lao Tzu swept out the lives of the two at a glance, Wuyazi and the two of them are very old Golden Immortal monks, and they have no way to cultivate in a peaceful way, just a monk who runs for his life.

But in this city, Lao Tzu saw that they had the luck of twilight, but they prospered because of the city, but the fate that should fall in the catastrophe after 10,000 years was changed because of the city.

Lao Tzu also saw that although their luck was weak, it gathered in the whole city, and the whole city fed their luck back.

Lao Tzu suddenly got up, looked up, and the fortune of the four directions was infinite like dust, because of the yearning for this city, the belief of this city, and the gathering of luck.

In addition to manifesting and forming, luck is an intangible and elusive thing. But in the eyes of the saints, luck is visible.

Lao Tzu saw the sky city that never sleeps, luck is like the galaxy of stars, thousands of dots, all directions converge, in the heaven and earth, luck into the sea.

Lao Tzu praised from the bottom of his heart: "Good calculation." ”

With that, he got up and left. Duobao followed, and Qingniu saluted the two of them in the back, and the right to say goodbye.

Lao Tzu walked and walked to the Xichengfu District, where there are immortals everywhere, although they are not as good as the Eastern District, but they are not a lot.

As soon as Duobao entered this area, his eyes lit up. Here, on both sides of the road, there are immortals sitting on the ground, and all kinds of spiritual objects are placed in front of them. There are immortals talking, discussing, bartering, exchanging treasures for treasures.

Above this road, there is a starry sky. The starry sky is like the sea, with the power of great stars, which can teleport space and immortals, and is the guardian of this side.

Duobao said loudly: "Great goodness!"

Lao Tzu also nodded slightly.

The trade of immortals is like that of mortals, and it is indeed wonderful to set a precedent for the trade of immortals.

Lao Tzu passed through the West District, but did not go west, but turned back to the North District and took a look.

Snake people are everywhere.

Old and young, young and female, young and weak, like a race, that is, a race. In spite of their misfortunes, their faces were peaceful and their hearts were at peace.

There are also immortals who teach the demon immortals who have taken the first human form, read and understand, and learn etiquette.

Lao Tzu stopped and watched for a quarter of an hour, did not step into it, turned to the west, went out of the night heavenly city, stepped on the danying flower road, crossed the ocean, and passed through the abyss.

There are few westbound people on the road, but many people are traveling from west to east. One by one, the immortals whose luck was exhausted, or who were injured and disabled, or who were about to rot wood, looked at the West Heavenly Gate of the Sleepless Heavenly City, their eyes appeared with desire and expectation, there was peace of mind and relief, and there was a sense of escape from death, and there was even an embarrassed boy, the fawn demonized form, and cried with joy at the moment he stepped on the flower road.

Lao Tzu walked through the flower road and finally set foot on the pure land of Xihe Niuzhou.

Here, he saw the most vicious people hidden everywhere, and their luck and karma were deeply entangled with the immortals who set foot on the flower path.

They were chasing, and some of the immortals were on the run. Those who embarked on the path of the dander flower sought life from death and hoped to be reborn. This flower road is not only a road, but also a road to the salvation of life.

Lao Tzu remembered the little deer demon who cried with joy, perhaps in his eyes, this road is really worthy of the road of redemption.

Lao Tzu looked back, looking at the night sky, the sky that never sleeps, it is very beautiful, the clouds are thousands of miles, and the colorful auspicious clouds are rolling.

The city that never sleeps is very large, covering immortals all over the world, every immortal has a world, a city includes ten thousand immortals, and it also encompasses ten thousand worlds.

Lao Tzu looked at the world that never sleeps, and the Yin and Yang Ancestor was still imprisoned, slowly approaching the fall.

From the thorns, death is endless, and despair is alive. Above the thorns, the flowers bloom in a city, and the vitality is unlimited.