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The next day, there was a big change in the whole city, Hua Manlou An Yuezi girl walked to the throne, and the night passed, Master Shen died mysteriously, and An Yuezi girl took the position of city lord to make all ** stunned.

In one day, the streets and alleys knew that there was a coup d'état in the city lord's mansion, and some people asserted that there would be immortals on the fairy island of Penglai in the east to stop Hua Manlou from such arrogant behavior, but a few days later, the city lord's mansion was built, and the people of Penglai in the east were motionless, and there was no rumored appearance. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"What is the origin of the girl An Yuezi who is full of flowers, she strokes the piano for people, just waiting for one person to appear, and then I heard that the person appeared, and I know the name of Miss An, but her appearance is mediocre, which makes ** disappointed, and the so-called Jiang Lang talent is nothing more than that, and the girl who entered An Yuezi has become the city lord, there must be a force behind it...... "Someone asserted that behind this is the result of some invisible hand games.

A group of people remembered that night, the change of the City Lord's Mansion, someone was able to stand in mid-air, surrounded by the power of thunder, and rain down heavenly punishment, this kind of thing was too unbelievable, there must be some traces of immortals. A group of people shuddered.

And speaking of Miss An Yuezi, Ye Sheng was blind this time, after she took the position, she did not do nothing, but made a big move, and in less than a month, she actually won the hearts of the people.

Ye Sheng paid attention to it, the method was very simple, reduce taxes, especially some poor peasants also had silver subsidies, and these financial expenditures were all borne by Hua Manlou.

The family is big and the business is big, and he is not afraid of the outflow of this point, to appease the people, and then he can raise taxes, not to mention that the stability of Hua Manlou's foundation on the East Wilderness has long exceeded everyone's imagination, and the financial deficit of this city is just a drop in the bucket for Hua Manlou, and the honeysuckle flowers flowed out, and An Yuezi didn't even blink his eyes.

Of course, mortal gold and silver naturally do not have much attraction to cultivators.

On this day, Ye Sheng was in the room, and when he heard the commotion outside, he had nothing to do, so he came out to take a look.

At that moment, he caught a little student who was walking in a hurry and asked, "What is the matter today?"

That Xiao Sheng looked at Ye Sheng as if he was looking at someone from another world, and said, "Today is the Magnolia Festival. Don't you know? There is a painter in the gallery on the river today, who wants to paint for everyone. ”

Ye Sheng smiled dumbly, he naturally didn't know the festivals and customs here, this is the area of Penglai in the East, and naturally there is a huge gap between it and the Eastern Wilderness, Ye Sheng's cultivation has no results, so he simply decided to go out for a walk.

The crowd of people on this day is surging, two months later, things come and go quickly, everyone has accepted the existence of An Yuezi, the new city lord, the preparation to suppress the people is useless, today is a festival, there is nothing eternal under the washing of time, everything is forgotten in people's minds, the most unbearable scrutiny, or all the prosperity and virtual scene.

Ye Sheng walked out of the restaurant, facing the blooming peach blossoms, it was already spring, the four seasons were just a fleeting moment for cultivators, everyone was busy by the river, walking on the gallery, Ye Sheng's body seemed to have a slow transformation, he was always meditating in the room for these two months, but he was always unable to find the opportunity that he and heaven and earth only saw a touch, he was quite helpless in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

On the path of cultivation, impatience does not come, if you don't have the opportunity to enter that level, even if you sit for a hundred years, it will still be the same.

Ye Sheng's body began to slowly transform, he walked around, looking at the gallery, a figure was lifelike, and there were landscape paintings in it, sober and refined, which made people's eyes shine.

Even Ye Sheng himself didn't realize that in the process of walking slowly, the breath of his whole body began to fall silent, originally a trace of fierce aura that was not close to the living, but at this moment, he became an ordinary mortal, unable to exude the slightest coercion.

Unconsciously, Ye Sheng's own heart seemed to have a trace of enlightenment, this trace of enlightenment was like lightning slowly crossing, but Ye Sheng couldn't catch it, he didn't know which aspect to start with, it was elusive, Ye Sheng was not in a hurry in his heart, he was silent for a while, showing a smile, Xiuwei began to slowly disappear like snow at this time, silent in his body, Danhai was silent at this time, steady as a rock, no longer turbulent, lightning and thunder.

Ye Sheng saw a landscape painting, there was a trace of aura circulating on it, his eyes showed a look of surprise, he stretched out his hand, wanted to touch it, but was stopped.

The person who drank him was an old man, this old man looked like he had a kind of majesty that was not angry and arrogant, at this moment he looked at Ye Sheng and said: "Don't touch it, this is the true handiwork left by Master Li who died a hundred years ago, if it is worn out, can you afford it?"

Ye Sheng smiled dumbly, obviously not arguing with others because of a painting, nodded slightly, owing an owe is considered an apology, the old man glanced at Ye Sheng, in his eyes, Ye Sheng is a weak scholar, he should not be able to help it just now, on a whim, there is no malice, so he just nodded, and did not say anything.

Ye Sheng continued to walk forward, he saw the famous paintings handed down by the painters of the past dynasties, all engraved in this place, it seems that there have been many traces of time, and some have been very seriously worn, but what makes Ye Sheng feel strange is that there is a trace of aura circulating on these paintings, and it does not decrease with the passage of time, this is a manifestation that has reached the highest realm, not the highest realm of cultivation, but the highest realm of painting, Ye Sheng's eyes showed a look of amazement, he never expected to be able to see this kind of thing in this place。

"I have also passed by here by boat before, but I was so impatient that I didn't see anything special about this painting, but when I look at it today, I see that there are such paintings in these places. Ye Sheng's heart was quite strange, he hadn't noticed it at the moment, it was because of these paintings that he seemed to be immersed in them for a moment, if he cultivated to be able to reach a half-step Yuan Infant, he would definitely find that this was not the strangeness of any painting, this was the power of artistic conception!

Artistic conception, born in the invisible, folk legends often have some enlightened monks, they can use the invisible power, many cultivators come to visit, but find that they are just some shallow spells, the use of aura is just a slight, a cultivator who has not yet practiced the qi, so that everyone is disappointed.

Examples abound.

But everyone overlooked one point, how could a monk at the Qi cultivation level have such a high state of mind? These are all artistic conceptions among mortals, born invisibly, and can be pinned on all things, and this is in fact a part of the artistic conception that some cultivators in the Jindan realm have been striving for!

The artistic conception is ethereal, a mortal can also give birth to his own artistic conception in his own perception, and a strong person in the realm of Jindan may also be confused for hundreds of years, and he can't find a way to sense the artistic conception.

Ye Sheng has already entered the bottleneck, when he saw these paintings, he seemed to see his previous self, his mind calmed down, he grabbed something invisibly, and it seemed that he had not completely grasped it, his heart was troubled, but without saying a word on his face, he slowly walked onto a jade boat.

Ye Sheng had just walked up on his feet, his eyes wandered, but he saw Xiao Si who was in charge of the boat and said to himself: "Guest officer, there are already people on this boat, if the guest officer wants it, you can go to the one in the back." ”

Ye Sheng laughed dumbly, he didn't expect that he was going the wrong way, he had been thinking about something, and he actually walked to someone else's boat and made a joke.

He nodded, and was about to go down, when suddenly, a voice came from inside the boat, and a scholar poked his head out of it, and when he saw Ye Sheng, he showed joy, and said again and again: "Brother Tai, in Xia Sima Zhao, if you don't dislike it, can you have a drink together?" I'm so lonely that I panicked......

There was a sincere taste in his words, Ye Sheng happily agreed, and the scholar was overjoyed, so he directly called into his boat and asked someone to set up a simple banquet.

"Where is Brother Tai?" Sima Zhao toasted, drank it in one gulp, and asked with a smile.

"Coming ......from the Eastern Wilderness" Ye Sheng didn't say much, but also drank, at this moment a boat had slowly sailed into the river at this time, and you could see the paintings in the gallery.

"Brother Sima, what do you think of these paintings?" Ye Sheng saw one of the landscape paintings and asked.

Sima Zhao looked at it once, but shook his head at Ye Sheng: "I'm not afraid of brothers' jokes, I can't appreciate this landscape painting, isn't it just a few dirt buns drawn, but that's what it is, I think those beauties are really gorgeous, which makes me salivate......" He spoke without concealment, but when he said these words, his eyes were not that filthy, but extremely clear, as if he was telling a really ordinary thing.

Ye Sheng shook his head and chuckled.

"I'm not afraid of people's jokes if I can't say it......," Sima Zhao smiled, "My father asked me to read, so I had to go to read, but today is the Magnolia Festival, so I naturally want to come out and have fun, but I don't know how to make music." He smiled. "You see, it's not like I just have my brother with me, so naturally it's not boring. ”

"The casino is so big, and there are many places in Fengyue, but Brother Sima said it was boring. Ye Sheng smiled meaningfully.

"That kind of place, it's so dirty, don't go......" Sima Zhao shook his head, he didn't have any scheming, what to say, but it was quite a Heye Sheng's appetite.

It's just that Ye Sheng didn't know that after he met this time, he met again many years later, Sima Zhao was already the monarch of a mortal country, because he didn't have any scheming, but he plotted to kill someone......

Of course, these are later words.

At this moment, a breeze is blowing, and the wine in Ye Sheng's cup is rippling slightly, this situation is just a warm song in March.

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