A huge attic in the city rises through the sky, surrounded by colorful clouds and misty flames. Huaxian tells them that there are thirteen floors in this attic, and each floor is equivalent to the bottom three floors of a city, and the more people live, the higher their status.
The top two floors "Chaoyuan Pavilion" and "Danfeng Pavilion" are the ambassadors of the palace.
Although it is a fairyland, many of them are mortals or some strange races. The hermits find that there are not as many scattered fairy figures as they thought, and even fewer.
Yuehua said, "Do real monks like to be quiet and stay in such a noisy place? Although this place is a fairyland, snobbish and impetuous in the eyes of the fairy gods are not much different from people, and even more so than the Jin Tianshi clan, which has been running this place for thousands of years and has long been a country of its own. The system is strict and there are points of honor and inferiority. You regard this place as another Chang’ an, that is. "
Ling Ning has never been to such a noisy place, and she is very excited to fly around in a colorful phoenix and added, "I’m also a mysterious paradise. Now I feel that compared with here, except for the more beautiful scenery, there are neither many people here nor a place more interesting than here. Hum Dad always likes to keep me from running around."
Yuet Hua laughed. "You can’t go to the fairyland that is not only the biggest fairyland in heaven, but also there are many fairy gods living there. That’s just that they won’t get together like here. If you look at the wilderness in a prosperous way, you can’t compare with it, but many people in the celestial world know that there is a wilderness and don’t know that there is a heavenly Sumen Pavilion in heaven."
Ling Ning curled her lips. She always felt that this place was obviously much better than the places like Xuan Tian Jing and Da Huang Jing.
Yin Niang said, "Elder martial sister, I think it’s just like people. Although Chang ‘an and Luoyang are very lively, Wangwu Mountain is the first place for real people in the eyes of monks."
Yuehua said, "King Jinde is qualified to invite many fairy gods, not because of how lively the Sumen Pavilion is in this day, but because they, the Jin Tianshi clan, have also produced many immortals with profound practice in these thousands of years. Even so, they are all first-class immortals. Immortals with real status won’t go to the party in person and send a person around them to deal with it at most."
He also said to Ling Ning, "King Jinde held an adult ceremony for his two daughters, which is a great event in the oriental heaven. If your dad held a ceremony for you, Fang Chen invited the immortals all over again, even the Queen Mother would personally go to dinner, not to mention his fairy gods."
Yin Niang nodded deeply that day when Xiang Hui was leaving the hospital, Ling Ning was just moving, so many fairy gods came to give gifts. Even Mrs. Sanzhen Taifu Taizhen and Princess Qinglian, the daughter of the Chinese Emperor, came to join in the fun. Ling Ning, the daughter of Xuan Tianzun, was a princess, but the level of celestial conferring was naturally different.
Ling Ning snorted. "Dad is not so kind. He is most afraid of being busy. He feels headache when there are more guests at home."
Yuehua smiled and was about to speak when she suddenly thought of something: "What about bathing the moon and sleeves?"
Yin Niang reached a finger "there"
It turned out that those two guys had already rushed to those stalls screaming and jumping around excitedly.
Yuet Wah shook his head and his heart was about to take Ling Ning and Yin Niang to bob in the past. It was dark, but hundreds of soldiers with long arms rode Ying Zhao and flew overhead. These soldiers were all full of anger and combative.
No one knew what had happened. At that time, people all over the street were talking about it. It took a long time to get quiet.
Ling Ning asked Yuehua, "Are we going to post to King Kinder now?"
Seeing Ling Ning, Yuehua seems to like the excitement, knowing that once she is honored by King Jinde, it will be difficult to be more restrained, so she smiled, "It’s not too urgent. Since everyone is rare to come to this bustling place, you might as well find an inn first, then stroll around together for a day or two before seeing King Jinde."
Ling Ning heard it, but it’s natural to be happy that she has never seen such a busy place since she was a child. Yin Niang doesn’t have much opinion either. Everything is arranged by Yue Hua.
They are looking for Bath Moon and Sleeves, and they are looking for an inn while they are shopping. After all, it is a fairyland, and even people who sell things are different. There are all kinds of magic weapons and embroidered clothes, and there are many to ride the beasts.
"What is that place?" Ling Ning pointed to an attic where singing and dancing kept smiling, and several beautiful women leaned against the building and smiled skillfully, and from time to time they gave passers-by the glad eye.
Yue Hua spat a bath, blushed and turned her head to the West Sea. There is also such a place. She naturally knows Yin Niang. She opened her eyes wide and felt that she believed that although she was a miss butler, she didn’t know anything about common dust like Ling Ning since she was a child. It was her theory that heaven would be so obscene.
Ling Ning didn’t know where it was, and thought it looked like fun. "Let’s go in and have a look?"
Zheng Xiu immediately responded "OK"
Two girls, one big and one small, were about to go in for a bath, and Yin Niang had already jumped over and pulled them away.
Yuehua followed them funny.
Ling Ning still didn’t come over in vain and asked doubtfully, "Can’t that place go in?"
Bathing on the Moon said, "Only men can go in that place."
Yin Niang blushed and said timidly, "Men who go in are also bad men."
Bath month wanted to think about the trail "Brother Feng Soul must have been in"
Yin Niang said urgently, "Master is not that kind of person."
On second thought, I really can’t say for sure.
Master is not that kind of person … Then who is?
Ling Ning also asked, "Why can’t I go in? What? What? "
Chapter 13 Yan method in case of small party hiding mother
The night in the barren hills is like a lavender dream.
The wind soul approached the top of the mountain alone. This is where he first met Mu Gong.
He stared at the green and purple knife in his hand in the dark.
Purple gas emanated from the blade, and Ziyun sprinkled fluorescent light and merged into one.
Although this purple evil spirit knife is more sharp than his original green evil spirit knife, and he is much more skilled in Qingyang’s fate than before, some problems still remain unsolved.
The key point is persistence.
In the battle of seeing Zun on a moonlit night, he tried his best to kill the enemy, but his spear was hard touched. Afterwards, he felt hot and repeated the situation of repelling Sha Shukaku, and he helped Liang Honglian with a sword in the East China Sea and a sword with purple gauze. After seeing Zun on a moonlit night, his spear was hard touched more times than he was, but he was not like him. Thus, it can be seen that his green air equipment showed purple evil spirit knife, Tianqiong spear and four swords in different days. That level of magic is still incomparable.
However, the red-line purple gauze sword is well-known in the celestial world, but it can also resist the Tianqiong spear without any loss. It is really a surprise to the wind and soul. No matter how you think about it, the purple gauze sword has some magical things that the fairy sword does not have. When the wind and soul take it with it, it looks like an ordinary fairy sword, but it turns into a red blade around the red line, and the word "purple gauze" is more.
If you let the red line change to another color, I wonder if it will also become another color?
What if the red line is not dressed?
Wind Soul imagines that pretty disciple doesn’t wear clothes and then finds out that if that’s the case … What color the purple gauze sword will become is obviously not the point.
Not good. If you think about it again, you’ll have a nosebleed.
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