Chapter 65: Zhang Huatai (Plus Update!)
Since the end of the late Qing Dynasty, the world has gradually officially entered the era of the end of the law, and cultivators have come out of the cave heaven blessed land that began to dry up and collapse, and the secret realm of heaven and earth, and began to actively integrate into the human world, and live together with the mortals in their mouths. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Nowadays, it is no longer as clear as in ancient times, it has long been you and me, and I have you.
Although it was the era of the end of the Fa, only the high-end combat power was reduced, and the low-level cultivators began to expand due to the proliferation of cultivation methods, the expansion of the population base, and the increase in per capita education level.
In fact, the so-called cultivator committee is largely controlled by cultivators with the background of various governments, and there has always been some tacit understanding between them and the state.
Just like this time, Zhang Huatai is about to have a large-scale spiritual light illusion open, and many cultivators with a little strength nearby have rushed over when they heard the news and want to get a piece of the pie.
At the behalft of the government, the Cultivators Committee sent special police monks to not only participate in the dungeon, but also to maintain law and order. Avoid those cultivators who have a vendetta and directly fight in reality, causing some irreparable consequences.
"This is Zhanghuatai! It feels like a few small mounds. A few young cultivators passing by beside him said.
"Time passes, the years change, how many romantic and heroic can be retained, how much grandeur and grandeur are still there today!" Chu He looked at these ordinary, rustic mounds, and did not see the momentum of the first station in the world in the past, but sighed.
Time is the most ruthless, there are Lutai, Afang Palace, Tongquetai in the distance, and the Old Summer Palace nearby, these are all treasures of civilization, but they are all dissipated in time and abandoned by history. A young man in a gray high-neck tracksuit with a DSLR camera around his neck also sighed.
"Hello! I am Dongyang Zhu, a student of Professor Lu of the Department of Archaeology of Normal University. The young man stretched out his hand to Chu He and said.
Chu He's heart moved when he heard this, he stretched out his hand and shook Dongyang Zhu and then said, "Between Professor Lu and my teacher, Professor Mo, there is a situation like fire and water. You still dare to take the initiative to talk to me, aren't you afraid of being put in small shoes?"
When Dongyang Zhu heard this, he smiled very lightly, as if he hadn't even moved the corners of his mouth.
"He won't!"
"It's interesting that you, knowing that I am a student of Professor Lu, are not hostile. I've greeted a lot of Professor Mo's students, but they don't look good. If you shake hands with me, aren't you afraid of being excluded by your fellow disciples?"
Chu He also said coldly: "Why be afraid?" Chu He's answer is a pun.
"That's good! I think we'll see each other more often in the future, and that would be interesting. Hearing this, Dongyang Zhu smiled and walked away.
"What does Dongyang Bamboo have to do with Dongyang?" This can't help but Chu He doesn't suspect that Dongyang is not a big surname, so even if the world is very big, people with the same surname Dongyang can more or less pull out some kinship.
Jiang Xiaobai leaned over at this time and said, "Dongyang Zhu, this kid is an outlier, but you'd better not have too much contact with him." He felt that he was holding back. ”
Chu He laughed and said, "I think you are a typical camp discrimination. ”
chatting with Jiang Xiaobai, Chu He's eyes always followed Uncle Qin, and occasionally paid attention to Senior Sister Xiong Mao.
Senior Sister Xiong Mao seems to really have something to do with Zhang Huatai's aura illusion, and since she has been here, she has been silent, without the fierce temperament of the past, and her spirit is also a little trance.
The second senior brother Wang Yu was surrounding her, spinning in front of the saddle and behind the horse, giving him a tail, feeling that he could shake it.
"It seems that Senior Sister Xiong Mao may really be the 'key', but this key is obviously incomplete. Otherwise, the quest would have been opened a long time ago, and it wouldn't have been in this volatile state forever. Chu He thought to himself.
Of course, since Chu He and Xiong Mao arrived at Zhanghuatai, the fluctuations in the aura illusion have become more violent and obvious, making the cultivators gathered here even more excited.
The changing formation of fiddling with the formation flag was even more rapid, and the one holding the compass stepped on the Yu step, stepping on the direction, and almost didn't fly.
Chu He turned his head to look at a few senior brothers and sisters who were just ordinary people, but saw that they didn't have any surprised expressions, as if they hadn't noticed anything wrong here.
In the eyes of ordinary people here, they are afraid that what they see is a different scene, and what they see is fundamentally different from what we see. Chu He suddenly knew in his heart.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! "On a cold day, a big fat man was actually wearing a floral shirt and a big gold chain around his neck, shouting at the crowd.
Just behind him, followed by a group of dozens of little girls dressed in fancy clothes, all of them were well-proportioned, and the most important thing was that their bare waists were very thin.
Not to mention that Yingying can hold it in one hand, that is too exaggerated, unless the ribs are pumped, it will not be possible to starve to death. But to describe it as a small waist, it is very appropriate.
"The king of Chu has a thin waist, and the palace is starving to death. This chapter of Huatai was originally used by King Chu Ling to collect thin-waisted beauties. I found so many slender waist beauties dancing on the stage of this chapter, and I don't believe that I can't summon this aura illusion. The fat man said with a smile, his expression very proud.
Some of the monks around them sneered and scoffed.
If it's really that simple, then the aura illusion is not how to open it, just open it.
The speakers turn on.
It's still the familiar music, it's still the familiar rhythm.
"I didn't expect it to be the most dazzling folk style... Jiang Xiaobai's expression collapsed.
Watching the girls twist their slender and soft waists, bouncing on small mounds, Chu He also sighed: "The reason why square dancing disturbs the people, I think the reason is only because the dancers are all old aunts. If it were all these little girls, I don't think many people would find it disturbing. ”
The whole scene was even more lively, chaotic and messy.
Not far away, Uncle Qin picked up a leaf, cut it into a human shape, and put it on the ground.
The little man cut into leaves walked towards the Chu River.
walked to Chu He's feet, pulled Chu He's trouser leg and climbed all the way up, and then lay down on Chu He's ear.
Uncle Qin's voice came from his ears: "Brother Xiao Chu, you want to find a way to make your senior sister lose eight hairs at the same time, remember that it is eight, not more, not less." ”
Chu He nodded, approached Wang Yu and Xiong Mao, and chatted with them for a while.
With a few fingers, a gust of wind suddenly blew, sticking some broken blades of grass to Xiong Mao's hair.
"Wait, Sister Xiong Mao, there's dirt in your hair, I'll take it off for you. Wang Yu's eyes were shining, and he only felt that it was a God-given opportunity, so he opened his mouth and said.
It may be that he was too anxious, his expression was too obscene and obvious, and Xiong Mao, such a sturdy female man, was a little flustered by him.
Hurriedly took a step back, straightened his hair, and then looked at Chu Daodao: "Little junior brother, is my hair clean now?"
The two eyes full of murderous aura locked on Chu He almost at the same time.
One of them is nearby, and another is from behind.