Seventh floor.

Daoist Fang has already lost his way.

If you go down the stairs, you will enter the corridor, and there are only doors and windows on the left and right, one room at a time.

The thick carpet under his feet is like stepping on the clouds, the door is half-covered and half-hidden, and the window is dark and bright, so he has to be blinded and panicked.

It's also mixed in the ears, hot and dry, and the blood is full of blood!

What do you see?

The shadow is full of shadows, ups and downs, and the clear silhouette is wild, how can it not be a wandering wreckage!

What do you hear?

Uh-huh, babbling, delicate nasal voice, rapid breathing, everywhere is a beautiful sound!

There is no explanation, this is the Qinglou, where the joy is found, and it is not enough to say that it is good and loving. If you enter a maze, a maze of desires, this is a strong sensory stimulation, especially for the rookie of Fang Daoshi, it is simply a kind of never-ending torture, it is simply to die! In particular, there is always a taste, like sweet, greasy, fishy, like fat, drilled into the nostrils and drilled into the nasal cavity, impacting the brain to stimulate the brain, making people only feel ignorant, and inexplicably the heart is rippling: "Shh-"

This is bitter again for the little Fang Taoist!

Daoist Fang is not a fool, Daoist Fang knows that it is a very much, Daoist Fang is simply asking for hardship, only suffering the little Daoist Fang. Xiaofang Taoist had already planned to break off his friendship with him, each in his own way, and the Tao was not the same, and he had just been frozen in the refrigerator again, and he was already planning to hibernate. However, at this time, the desire was like blazing blood, suddenly like a hundred flowers blooming in one night, and the little Fang Taoist priest woke up before he fell asleep, and under the anger, he also made a strong protest again: "Shhhh I'll give you a lung!"

A word of supreme heavenly respect. Recite Amitabha. The little Daoist Fang is still young and ignorant, and Daoist Fang will not be as knowledgeable as him! At the moment, he covered his ears with his hands, held his breath, strode ahead with his eyes, and walked alone with one heart and one mind! Of course, this is a kind of test, but also a kind of tempering, and the will to be like a steel heart is like an iron stone. At this moment, Fang Yin was carrying three swords, the strongest sword, the most soft sword, and the rigid and soft sword, that is, without the help of Murong Gongzi, he rode through the pass and moved forward bravely, with a clear conscience!

There are so many excuses, so many excuses! Abominable! Shameful! Outrageous! The little Fang Taoist priest hated to immediately raise his middle finger and expressed serious contempt for him! Mo Lian is both rigid and soft, and the little Fang Taoist can only be the softest sword, even if he has the heart at this time, he is powerless, and he can't compare to that calm posture at all. That's no opposite, anyway, the Taoist priest Xiaofang was completely desperate for him, and he was completely dead, so he scolded secretly, and took advantage of the cool breeze in his crotch to fall asleep again.

Cool breeze.

It is the place of life that is not familiar, turning around, the staircase is extremely difficult to find, and each layer is general, Fang Taoist strayed into the middle of the inevitable headless flies everywhere, of course, it is also four around the wall, it is inevitable to end up in a disgraced face. At this time, the Taoist priest was in a very sober state after being drunk, that is, he was excited, he was excited, his ears, eyes and nose were exceptionally good, and every brain cell was extremely active.

I don't know how long it took, but after more than 10,000 years, Daoist Fang finally walked out of the Great Labyrinth of the Sea of Desire that reached the fifth floor, that is, from the seventh floor to the second floor. Seventy-six, five-fourth, three, all are pavilions in the building, one hundred and ten corridors, and there are thousands of rooms. Exhale a breath of turbidity, this road is by no means easy to walk, when it comes to doing it, it will be a great achievement, and Fang Yin has not taken a breath since then, this is really a kind of practice, it is for cultivating the mind, and it is also for refining the body-

"The scroll map is also cautiously sealed, but I am afraid that the wall will fly into the air. The word "broken" has to get a glimpse of this mystery. According to legend, the Empty Spiritual Skill is cultivated to the Hinayana realm, that is, it can breathe through the skin, and when it is cultivated to the Mahayana realm, it is like a dragon, which can eat the qi of heaven and earth, and can shine with the sun and the moon. That is the body of the immortal, you can use martial arts to prove the Tao, shatter the void, what kind of realm is that it is unimaginable to the mind of the Taoist priest, but he has finally achieved a small success by chance, at this time, the power to urge the breath to hold the breath for a long time, has already initially appreciated the beauty of the skin pores through the heaven and earth-

Break the old and make the new, at this time!

In other words, Daoist Fang has evolved, and he is about to start mutating, and Daoist Fang's skin pores have basically reached the point where he can breathe on his own, but he lacks the heat, and he has to practice often to reach the point of using it freely. This is not normal, but please don't be surprised, this is also a normal thing, human skin is meant to breathe, and even the little one hundred and eight know about it. There is air everywhere, on land, in water, hundreds of millions of years ago people had gills and could breathe in water, in billions of years people were a single cell, without a mouth or nose, of course they breathed through their skin.

This is far away, 108,000 miles, but I still have to popularize science, about this gas. Legend has it that there are wise people on the other side of the ocean who have discovered a big secret with countless scientific arguments, that is, the soul is separated from the body when people die, and the net weight is one in two. Regarding this matter, if it is not someone who is joking, then it is a big joke in the world, whether there is a soul or not, how can this thing be measured by weight, it is not so much a soul out of the body, but a breath less. A person is not an independent individual, every cell breathes, gas has weight, if you don't believe it, try to do that deep breath -

Fang Daoist Chang exhaled a turbid gas, and the bones were lighter at the moment, but seeing the bright lights, a big hall, he looked around and saw the red men and green women, wild bees and butterflies, and the sound of silk and bamboo was played in the ears of the bitter song and dance of the Spring Festival. said that this is the second floor, a place for talking about love, and the slightest light is visible, and there is only a light in the center. This lamp is not as big as the Weiyang lamp, but it is also brilliant and extraordinary, reflecting the carved beams of the painting building against the five colors and ten lights, reflecting the tea house fruit bowl and the faces with different expressions, and more than a dozen high-hanging roofs hanging straight down to the ground, waterfall-like curtains.

I saw that there were dozens of old men under the lamp, playing or playing or singing, or sitting alone and drinking tea, black and white, beautiful and ugly, tall, short, fat and thin, but not a single beauty. This is strange, this is a green attic, how can I not see the red girl? This is not strange, I can't hear it, I can hear the giggling laughter and the crisp voice of chirping from behind the curtain, it seems to be a judgment, it seems to be flirting, only hearing its voice and not seeing its person, it is even more hooked and bloody: "cough! cough! cough!"

Daoist Fang coughed a few times, straightened his clothes, and strode forward-

At this point, Chaoyun Tower, Duyu Building, can be regarded as turning around, and going downstairs like this, Fang Yin's task is considered to be successful!

"Yo, isn't this Brother Fang?" Don't you know, this is another old acquaintance: "Sit down, Brother Fang, please sit, the younger brother has been waiting here for a long time——"

"Huh, Brother Rich!" is where you don't meet in life, and it is Wang Youcai: "This is a coincidence, why are you here?"

"Cough!cough!cough!" Brother Cai coughed a few times, and he was a little embarrassed for a while: "Drink tea! Sing tea!"

To put it simply, there are rich brothers and all the local wealth present who are picked up by others, and there are also many things to pay attention to in this twilight rain building: "Ahh

Brother Youcai seemed to scream when he saw a ghost again, and finally saw clearly that there was still something in Brother Fang's hand: "God, Jade Sword!" (to be continued......)