There are not a thousand kinds of lotus in Qianlian Lake, and there is only one kind of lotus in Qianlian Lake, which is called Wang Lian.

Qianlian Lake is not big, the shape is elliptical, and the distance between the two banks is about 150 zhang at the very long point, so it is also called Qianlian Pond.

Whether it is a lake or a pond, there is no boat or crossing, no corridor and no bridge, so the huge leaves of Wang Lian are only clustered around the waterside, and the clear water is like a mirror.

But how did he fly?

It's nearly April, the peach and willow are green, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the wind and the sun are beautiful and the scenery is picturesque, and everyone is beaming.

It's still this afternoon.

The preliminaries of the martial arts club are underway.

The north of the city is very lively everywhere, the shore of Qianlian Lake is the same, black pressure, black and sloppy, there are hundreds of thousands of people on the lakeside enthusiastically watching, shouting and cheering, cheering and cheering, applause is like thunder, whistles blow earth-shattering, accompanied by bursts of cheers and screams, only to see that, hundreds of light masters perform Dengping water crossing stunts, rush into the lake one after another, ten zhang twenty zhang have, thirty zhang fifty zhang have, most of the true qi does not continue to plop into the water, and then it is plop, sparse plop, splash in all directions, dumplings in general。

Only this level, without fake foreign objects, less than one-tenth of those who passed safely.

Even on the other side, most of them are wet shoes.

It is said that it is light work, but it is also real, and the kung fu is not as good as the other side, and no one is allowed to take advantage of the shortcuts. Don't say that the third-rate and second-rate first-class, how big the gap is can be seen at this time, let's just say that a group of young Taoist priests in Shangqing, seventy-nine people came, seventy-nine people tried, and they flew out and planted in the lake like the same, the difference is only that the distance is longer or shorter. In the end, it was all wet. There is no shame on the face. It's useless to hate the heavens and be idle. The heart said that this was all a bad idea, and now it is really a shame for the Supreme Heavenly Venerable.

It's a pity that Senior Brother Yue didn't come.

Fortunately, there is still Senior Brother Fang.

If Senior Brother Yue is the pride of the younger generation of Shangqing, Senior Brother Fang is the hope of the inheritance of the Shangqing Dao system, and Senior Brother Fang's martial arts cultivation has surpassed Senior Brother Yue, and no one doubts this. Let's just say that a few days ago, one arm lifted 10,000 catties, and the 158 eyes of 79 people saw it, and they bowed and worshipped. Together, they thought it was a miracle. Yes, Senior Brother Yue traveled down the mountain a year ago, entered the world to practice, I don't know where he is at this time, this time he still didn't come after all, and the Shangqing Daoists were more or less disappointed in their hearts-

Fortunately, there is still Daoist Fang.

But Daoist Fang doesn't know where he died now.

No matter how high that guy's cultivation is, no one doubts that he is still acting as an unreliable person. From start to finish.

Presumably in the hunting ground.

Thousand Lotus Lake, across the altar. It's a hunting ground.

Hunting ground, no hunting, just a square flat open space, with trees, targets, people, and horses.

In the afternoon of the same day, a riding and archery activity was held here, which was also used as a fun program, and Emperor Longjing was present, and more than a million people watched.

There are two small competitions, and there are prizes for winning, and the prize is a gift from the Holy Father, a glass of wine.

First, archery.

Second, horse racing.

Archery aside, the key is horse racing, and there is a little problem.

The problem is that the Black Bone Prince, brought his curly-haired jade lion. The curly-haired jade lion, the snow practice also seems to be white, and there is not a single miscellaneous hair on the body. Head to tail, one zhang long, hooves to ridges, eight feet high, fist hair around the neck, fluffy and long. The BMW is a good horse, the horse is extraordinary, a hundred zhang distance sprint, a few rounds down, has compared the rest of the war horses. Lao Yuanji, this is a face-grown, it is inevitable to blow his beard and stare at him, Long Yan was furious, lost his temper, pointed to the nose of so-and-so, and said that you are not doing things well, I want you to ask, can you say that I can't find a peerless god horse with the strength of a country?

So-and-so, report with a roll of eyes~~

It can't be compared, it just can't be compared, but it's a pity that Qingyun is not there, and Daoist Fang doesn't know where it died.

And what really makes people angry is not the curly-haired jade lion.

Because in the last round, the final, there were only two horses in the field, and the curly-haired jade lion was one of them.

As a result, defeated.

A hundred feet away, a gap of a horse's head, is already a complete defeat, and the prince of the black bone is also very angry, so he is roaring angrily-

Ask for another comparison!

It's one black and one white, black pure black, white pure white, that's a black horse.

With a jet-black color and satin-like luster, a graceful head, a broad chest and a short back, thin bones and tendons, and a slender body, the horse was transported by Duke Stacula from the Western Continent and was called the Night Star.

The Night Star is an excellent racehorse.

Night Star is also a brilliant dancer.

The Night Star is extremely fast, the Night Star is elegant, the Night Star dances gracefully, and the personable Stacula expresses pride with calmness and disdain with a smile.

All the people were angry.

Stacula was also dressed in black, with a black cape, black leather pants, black riding boots, a black top hat, and black gloves, revealing only a pale face.

Smile.

And reached out, with a glove, and caressed the mane on the neck of the Night Star.

Dada, the star of the night, with beautiful dance steps, elegantly ran back to the starting line-

Again.

Defeated again, the curly-haired jade lion was defeated, and another horse's head was lost.

White meteors, black lightning, black can also sparkle and sting everyone's eyes: "Hey!hey!hey~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

The black bones and faces are green.

How many people are sighing, and they all feel shameless.

As the host, the entire Longjing Dynasty, or the entire East, was defeated by a single horse: "Herod's Law-"

Night Star, never loses.

The Night Star raised its head and raised its hooves, and the man stood up, facing the sky, and let out a triumphant hiss: "Click!"

When the horse's hooves fell, Yuan Ji's heart was broken: "Fang Yin!"

Fang Yin smiled: "The minister is here." ”

This horse has a bit of a green cloud, but it lacks something.

Xu is wild, Xu is arrogant. Wild and uninhibited taste. Qingyun is a free horse. Like the wind.

Horse racing, trivial, this kind of scene doesn't need Qingyun to go out at all, don't forget the horse prince: "Horse-king-master-"

Lord Ma is here.

A horse came.

Another fiery horse.

As the name suggests, the horse is extraordinarily beautiful, and of course the name is rouge.

Rouge is coming.

It's different.

There were stallions.

There is only one mare.

People say that horses have horse language, and only the victor is spoken. Night Star.

At that time, the Night Star was wandering around the field, dancing, and his steps were not chaotic at all, and he looked aristocratic.

Suddenly I turned my head, and in the blink of an eye, if I was telepathic-

I saw rouge, and my face was like a peach blossom.

Lovingly.

Similarly, staring at two big black eyes, quietly. Fixed, straight. Look over-

Yes!

Belle!

Ahh

The beauty of rouge, just like peonies, everything has a heart of beauty, and the most thrilling touch of snow-white hair on the forehead and nose is like a lightning click-

Who will shine on thee in the stars of the night?

I haven't seen Rouge for a long time, and Rouge's face has been slightly reduced because I miss Qingyun.

It is even more beautiful and otherworldly.

Of course, the Night Star didn't know that, and the Night Star didn't know that no matter who Rouge looked at, he would answer with a shy and affectionate look, and Rouge didn't mean it. Night Star only knew that his steps were out of order, and because his heart was in turmoil, his own master of Stacula was angry. Because the iron chew tightened the corners of his mouth, strangled into the flesh, and strangled blood. Yes, it was a mistake, and the Night Star knew that he had made an unforgivable mistake: "Click, click, click!"

However, the Night Star endured the pain, and still stubbornly, stubbornly, and without regrets, walked towards her step by step: "Da! da!"

If you can't invite her to dance, what's the point of even if the Night Star defeats all the horses in the sky?

Stacula is furious!

Stepcula drew his sword, caged and stabbed, sharp and narrow—

And shouted, "STOP!"

There is only one chance.

The Night Star knows.

The Night Star stopped, turned back, and looked with one eye at his master, Stacula—

That glance is a request for mercy, a request for forgiveness, loyalty and love, obedience and resistance, only this once, only this time-

That was the voice of the Night Star.

It's a season of estrus, and the body of the Night Star is also flowing with primitive, wild, lustful blood, and Stacula laughs.

It's a smile, and the anger is gone.

At the same time, he waved his hand sideways, and a sword stabbed diagonally, stabbing towards the neck of the Night Star.

It's really ridiculous, a horse, actually talking to the owner about conditions?

Dare to turn back, dare to look, dare to beg?

Exclamations began.

The sword had pierced into the horse's neck, but the horse remained motionless, just waiting to be killed: "Go, go, don't, don't!ah――――――――――――――――――――――――――"

All one could see, one horse walking towards another.

Who would have thought that the personable gentleman on the horse would be so ruthless!

Horses are the friends of man.

Rouge's eyes widened in horror!

The sword pierced slowly, slowly and slowly, but it would never stop, and everyone could see it: "Fang Yin!

This time it's Ma Wangye, Ma Qianli loves Ma like his life, and no one can do it: "Save it! Save it!"

Fang Yin didn't move.

"Evil, evil, God, little ancestor!" Ma Wang Ye was already crying, and he knelt down for him with a plop: "When I beg you, please, please save that horse!"

"If it stops there, why save it?" Fang Yin smiled: "Don't worry, let's see—"

Yes, horses are friends of man, not slaves of man.

The Night Star did not resist, nor did he call for help, if the Night Star thought that this was a matter of course, then there was no need for Fang Yin to come to the rescue-

Fang Yin held a stone in his hand, between his thumb and middle finger.

Ordinary stones.

Slightly angular.

Night Star, where to go?(To be continued......