Chapter 270: This Is the Best (Page 1/1)

Qin Song walked out of the cave and stopped singing, he looked up and suddenly saw a scene as he expected.

The eyes of the six arrays were glowing, and the sky-high light was piercing through the sky, even if it was far away, it could be seen clearly.

He also saw the strange and ominous vision, the image of an ancient goddess about to fly away.

In Qin Song's eyes, in the sky, the ancient goddess's clothes were very revealing, a pair of crystal jade feet fluttering in the clouds and mist, and she was exposed outside without shoes.

The slender snow-white legs loom under the almost transparent skirt veil, the two jade arms and the flat lower abdomen are exposed, the towering twin peaks are wrapped in a light veil, the head is combed with an ancient and elegant bun, and the long black hair like a waterfall naturally hangs down the ears on the towering twin peaks, and the smooth ~ tender skin is as smooth as clotted fat.

Her appearance was very beautiful and cold, one jade hand held a wisp of green yarn, and the other jade hand stretched out to the sky, as if she was going to fly to the mysterious heavenly realm by the wind.

There was no expression or emotion on her beautiful face, her eyelids were lowered, and she looked down indifferently at everything on the ground, which made Qin Song feel an indescribable amazement and weirdness.

Qin Song ran wildly in the world covered with yellow sand, approaching the past towards the place where the vision was.

He came to a well, and remembered that not long ago, he had condensed the bluestone Dao seed here.

He looked into the well and saw that the once dry well was no longer dry, and the water in the well was clear and deep, as if there was a world hidden.

Qin Song was in the water, and saw the shadow of the goddess again, she was still so beautiful and mysterious, as if she could touch her with her outstretched hand.

But Qin Song really stretched out his hand and touched the well water, and immediately there were ripples, and the beautiful and ancient woman in the water disappeared without a trace.

There was a change in the well water, and many figures appeared, with a strong and terrifying aura, and one of them, Qin Song knew, was Zhao Wu.

Qin Song glanced at the woman in his arms: "Go back, the Zhao family calculates my affairs, and this is over, and you and I no longer owe anything." He gently let go of his arm, and Zhao Ya'er fell towards the well.

He turned and walked off into the distance, never looking back.

"It's time to leave this big array core, so much time has passed, the little fairy crane should already be waiting outside. ”

At the beginning, he agreed with Xiao Xianhe for a period of fifteen days, but he didn't know that so much time had passed in the blink of an eye.

"In the well water just now, there were actually six Sword Pavilion Daoji Elders who appeared, I don't know if it was Zhao Ya'er, or Qi Wuyan, or there were other hidden Sword Pavilion genius monks here. ”

In fact, the young monks in the core of the big array were not all, at the beginning, the black fog was filled, and Qin Song was sucked into the nine-story corner tower, but he also saw that some people managed to escape.

Qin Song once made a special investigation, but did not find the little Buddhist monk in the crowd at the core of the big array, obviously the little monk did not enter the core of the big array, but was in the outside world.

Soon after, he came to the junction with the outside, and sure enough, he saw that the passage that had been forbidden and closed was opened, and when he took a step, he only felt a slight tearing sensation from his body, and his vision blurred for a moment, and then, he found himself in a huge corner tower.

The world covered with yellow sand disappeared, and in exchange for a dim world, it was pitch black, and there were bursts of terrifying and terrible ghosts crying wolf howls all around.

Qin Song walked to the window of the corner tower and looked down, only to see some monks on the street below, but what he didn't expect was that a bald little monk was sitting in the pavilion where tea was brewed not long ago with his hands folded, unmoved.

But at this moment, the little monk stood up, walked outside the pavilion, and looked up at the side of the nine-story corner tower.

Qin Song and the little monk's eyes came into contact in an instant.

"Fellow Daoist, long time no see. The little monk's laughter was pure and clear, but the look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Monk, long time no see. Qin Song smiled, jumped forward, and the mana surrounded his body and flew down.

"Please ......," the voice of the plain-clothed little monk came.

In fact, as soon as Qin Song fell, he didn't care about the little monk, but walked directly into the pavilion, but the little monk still replaced him with a salute, and then followed behind and came in and sat down together.

Qin Song felt a touch of disgust in his heart, and his eyes glanced at the solemn little monk with contempt, and said, "You really don't look like a monk, but like a nobleman." ”

"Aristocrat?" the little monk looked surprised.

"Even if the aristocracy is about to do something as cruel as slaughter, he must kill people very politely, as a way to show his nobility and elegance. But killing is killing, and that can't be changed. ”

They are well-dressed and polite, so that a group of ant-like weaklings scream with cheers, so those ant-like weaklings will say with envy and intoxication, you see, nobles are nobles, and they can kill so elegantly, I really want to see the nobles continue to kill. ”

But the poor people who were innocently killed, no matter how terrible and painful they screamed, could not arouse the slightest sympathy from others. ”

Qin Song was savage and impolite, and directly reached over, took the fragrant tea that had just been brewed, and filled it with his teacup. He didn't care whether the cup of tea was his own or the little monk opposite.

"I don't understand what Daoyou meant. The little monk frowned, and there was a look of displeasure on his face.

"In the mortal world, there are natural disasters from time to time, and when the hungry people are everywhere, some rich people will give food to those hungry people, and some rich people will not give a grain of rice. In the end, the rich man who distributed the grain survived, and the rich man who did not give a grain of rice was robbed and killed by the hungry people. ”

"The rich man who is willing to share the grain is not kind-hearted, but he understands that if he does not share the grain, he will also be robbed and killed. He is just protecting himself, and distributing food is just a means to protect himself. ”

"I'm one of the hungry people, I'm robbing you of the rich man's food, at this time, you'd better show me less face, otherwise I'll rob you at any time, and then kill you, do you hear clearly?" Qin Song held the teacup to his mouth, blew the hot air gently, and then tasted it gently.

"Fellow Daoist, that's right. The little monk's brows were loosened, revealing a gentle and kind smile, and the displeasure vanished.

"That's how to behave, hey, hey......" Qin Song smiled very gloomily, and didn't care if the other party was really smiling or smirking, just taking a big sip of tea, although the entrance of fragrant tea was bitter, it was enough to quench his thirst, so he opened the lid of the teapot and drank it in a big gulp.

He knows that fragrant tea needs to be tasted, but what he needs at this time is to quench his thirst, and no matter how beautiful the tea is, at this moment, it is not as good as drinking it freely.

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