After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Zheng Wan walked to Zhuo Po Hall, only to realize that the door was closed from the inside.

The sound of scrambling inside, pushing cups and changing cups, sounds extremely lively.

"Master."

She knocked on the door of Zhuo Po Hall and then entered, and found that the master had returned.

There were a few more people in Zhuopu Hall than yesterday. At first glance, most of them had a heavy vitality and could not see the depths. They were all Taoists from various factions who came to the banquet.

The master's eyebrows were straightforward, holding a wine cup in one hand and putting one hand in front of his raised legs, drinking lazily.

With one gesture and one move, it is full of style and style.

"The disciple is here? Come, come, drink!"

Zi Xiu raised a bottle of wine toward Zheng Wan.

Everyone in the hall had already noticed that there was a beauty curled up at the entrance of Zhuopu Hall.

I don't know why, I saw it yesterday, but I see you today, but I feel more different.

Tianyu Liuguangyi didn't divide her half of the brilliance. The skirt was like snow, the hair was like a waterfall, the snow-skinned appearance, and the smile was shallow. At a glance, it made people feel bulging and dazzled.

The lights in the hall were not blurred, but there was a heart in the chest, but it seemed to have drunk too much, dangling, dangling, and unable to reach the ground for a long time.

Those old poems that had been read all coincided with each other in a chaotic manner:

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

Yun Xiang's clothes are so beautiful.

Take care of Qingrencheng, and then take care of Qingren's country. Ning doesn't know the love of the city and the country, and a beautiful woman is hard to find again.

Chang Wu Daojun stroked his palm and laughed:

"Zixiu, your disciple's "Moxu Jing" has been well-developed! Have you broken through again? Amazing!"

"Moxujing" is the main scroll of the immortal scripture, naturally a bit extraordinary. Every time it breaks through one level, the power of the strange will be better. Those who are not determined are still the ones who have just broken through, and the vitality is not stable. , Just attack indiscriminately.

Everyone just woke up like a dream.

Mingyu couldn't help but lowered her eyes to look at herself in the wine cup, wearing a toga and a star crown. She was frustrated many times, and she has been very open recently.

Indulging in such beauty and style is inevitable. In the final analysis, Li Wei is only a young man in his twenties. In terms of his cultivation age, he is only a child. The child is obsessed with sex. It is too understandable.

She can afford to wait.

On the other side, Qianshuang bit her lip, her heart tangled and complicated.

Last night, Aye borrowed wine to pretend to be crazy and made her face embarrassed. Now, before Aye wakes up, she enters Zhuo Futang without shame, with a little hope that she can't express in her heart, but now she sees, But a little embarrassing.

Not to mention the cultivation base, but in one night, the person became aware of the subtleties, and even this beauty... is still not as good.

Could it be that Li Wei Daojun is like this...

Tempted?

However, Li Siyi immediately put aside the confusion, and pushed the fascinated Shijian disciple:

"Hey, isn't it... more demon-looking than yesterday?"

The swordsman disciple Nene nodded, his eyes hesitated to the left and right, as if being disturbed by the bright light, he didn't know where to put it, saying:

"Yes, it looks better."

Only the Daoist Zi Xiu was not used to seeing him. He was not even surprised at Zheng Yu's sudden promotion, so he just continued to drink lazily.

"My disciple is extraordinary."

Chang Wu was choked by him, and suddenly she didn't ask herself to be bored.

But Zheng Wan walked to the master's side and called out "Master" again.

She smelled the strong wine lingering around him, and she didn't know how much she had drunk to have such a strong wine smell.

"sit."

After Zheng Wan had been around to Master, she had sat in this position before, and it was still the same this time.

When I sat down, I realized that there was a soft silk futon carefully placed there, a sapphire cup, a plate of fruit, and a cup of red fragrant drunk she had been drunk.

It's attentive.

Zheng Wan thanked the disciple Guixu who served the wine behind him. The disciple was taken aback, only scratching the back of his head:

"The true monarch is polite, in fact..."

Before he could finish his words, the door opened again, and Mr. Lu Wei rubbed his forehead and entered the door with an annoyed look:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I lost your interest yesterday! Forgive me, you forgive me!"

"It's okay, a few small things, come on, drink!"

Daojun Tianhe concealed the past.

Zheng Wan realized that Dao Monarch Zi Xiu had been staring at Dao Monarch Lu Fang and True Monarch Qianshuang for a long time, and he couldn't help but remind him:

"Master..."

Daojun Zi Xiu retracted his gaze, drank a glass of wine first, turned his head and saw that Zheng Wan looked mysteriously and smiled:

"Why, is it possible that the disciple is fascinated by being a teacher?"

Zheng Wan smiled and said:

"Apprentice, Master is drinking boring wine."

"Drinking alone is naturally boring." Zi Xiu raised her voice and asked the first Tianhe Daojun, "Tianhe, you return to the market and put wine at the gate, so you really only let me wait to drink? It's very boring!"

"Yeah, Tianhe! Come on some entertainment!"

"I want to see the grand ceremony of the Lord Venerable, but I invite you to watch a striptease!"

This gang does not fix it!

Especially the old and disrespectful one next door!

Daojun Tianhe wanted to roll his eyes and tell him that he was not the Yulouchun. He just read the rare disciple overjoyed until today, and clapped his hands:

"Come on, let's go to the'sword weapon to get rid of it'!"

Sword weapon is falling off?

Zheng Wan suddenly became interested.

In the mortal realm, she once saw a book at the Prince's, which recorded that the sword weapon of the Gongsun family was stripped off in ancient times, and the king and grandson were shocked by a dance. This sword gas was detached... Is it the recorded sword weapon detachment?

A group of white robes holding swords and marching in lined up. They were men and women, all of them standing upright, wide-sleeved robes, and their robes fluttered when the wind blew, which was quite primitive.

The joy of silk and bamboo began to rise.

Zi Xiu took a chopstick and tapped the wine cup, saying:

"Tui'er, you are lucky. This is the'sword weapon' of the ruins, but the entire Profound Cang world is famous for both swords and dances, which can be killed in arrays. The beast tide swept through the ruins. Relying on this'sword weapon to get rid of it', the beast that broke the door was smashed and the sword intent broke through the sky, and it was not seen by ordinary people."

When the words fell, the white robes were already holding their swords and dancing.

Fluttering like a crane, curling like a cloud, but also killing the cold and quiet, and desolate like the wind.

When the wind rises, and when the wind falls slowly, the white-robed sword repairmen line up and sing. All of them look good, with long swords, a thousand sharp points, and white robe swings, like cracking silk and practicing with a single sword. , Hundred Swords and Harmony, there are thousands of armies no longer coming and going, and there are thousands of men knocking off the customs, its momentum is like a rainbow, unstoppable.

Zheng Wan thought to himself: That Gongsun clan was afraid that he wouldn't be able to make such a mighty and magnificent sword.

The last sword fell, and there was a lot of silence in the hall.

In this silence, the door of Zhuopu Hall opened again.

A person came in outside the door.

The first thing that comes to people's eyes is a pair of pure white soap boots, the color is like snow, not stained with dust.

Going up, there are colorful robe pendulums, pure white background, drastically dyed with green grass and yellow flowers, the colors are dyed layer by layer, almost covering most of the robe pendulum, as far as the waist, with pure white The belt is tied up, and it is pure white upwards, except for a half of flowers and plants embroidered on the cuffs.

Further up-

But it was a face that could not be traced by any paintbrush in the world, with thick hair like ink, ice jade as a face, and a pair of lacquer eyes. When it swept into the hall, it seemed to bring a heavy wind and snow.

The white-robed disciples who had just occupied all the sight and amazement all faded into this bright background, no one noticed anymore.

And such a colorful color, ordinary people often look too frivolous when they wear it, but the arrogance between this person's eyebrows and eyes is suppressed, and it becomes his foil.

Cui Wang stepped in.

Qianshuang clutched his heart, only feeling that the heart was bumping like a deer, and jumped again and again: such a Liwei Daojun, she has never seen it...

It's fresh and cold.

Far in the sky, but it seems to be near Chichi.

Mingyu stood up in shock. She had never seen Li Wei pass by. Even if it was by the side, most of them were black. Such flowers...

She subconsciously looked at Zheng Wan, but saw that this person was smiling and turning her head to talk to the master, as if she hadn't noticed Liwei at all.

Mingyu didn't know why she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"See Daojun!"

The disciples in the white robe saluted in unison, and the sound shook the sky.

They looked at Cui Wang's eyes brightly, and Cui Wang said "Well":

"Retreat."

The disciples in the white robe filed back, and Cui Wang moved forward.

Daojun Tianhe looked at the little apprentice with a surprised expression. He was dressed like this, and with his right hand... he also carried the Hongyu Streaming Light Sword in his hand. When the sword was not repaired, he would incorporate his natal sword into his dantian.

Li Wei held it in his hands.

Tianhe felt a little in his heart, and he became more suspicious.

This looks like a change of core, could it be... was it taken away by someone?

When he raised his hand, it was a sword. The white light turned into a meteor and suddenly arrived. When Cui Wang was in front of him, the sword light suddenly soared, covering his whole body, and the sky crane violently:

"Who is sacred, dare to do evil on my apprentice!"

Cui Wang raised his hand and flicked, instead of using the Hongyu Streaming Lightsaber to face the enemy, instead he issued a sword intent to force the opponent's sword energy back:

"Master! It's me."

His voice was deep, with imperceptible annoyance.

Tianhe felt the familiar sword intent, and Nana withdrew the remaining sword aura: "Disciple, it's really you, you suddenly dressed like this, Master didn't recognize it."

"..."

Zheng Wan just looked up. She realized that Cui Wang had already reached the master's length, and she paused, took a step, and paused again.

She didn't know what medicine he sold in the gourd, Zi Xiu also raised her head and asked:

"Do you have something to do with Monarch?"

Cui Wang pursed his mouth:

"nothing."

He raised his foot and took another step, the Hongyu Liu lightsaber was lifted up by him, and Zi Xiu said:

"Daojun, this sword is very beautiful."

Zheng Wan only smiled, but didn't speak.

Cui Wang cast a glance at her.

The two looked at each other, and Zheng Yu realized that his eyes were a little weird. When a snow-colored shadow slipped past his eyes, Zheng Yu suddenly understood the familiar double knot.

She tentatively said:

"Daojun, this sword spike is so beautiful?"

Cui Wang just walked a few steps quickly and sat down a few years before him.

The disciple Shijian poured wine for him. He took a sip of the wine and took a sip of the Hongyu Streaming Light Sword on the table. Tianhe looked at it: "Disciple, did you fight this sword spike?"

"It's ugly."

Everyone in the hall felt weird.

Suddenly they seemed to be in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and suddenly the spring became bright, and then they became blizzard and snowy again, so they couldn't adapt.

On the other hand, Crane spoke again that day, don't blame him, it's really weird for this disciple today.

He glanced at the white jade sword crown on top of his head, nine small swords, known as soaring. It is reasonable to say that the sword repairer takes whatever he wants, even if he takes twelve, he will not care, but this person is definitely not his innocent. Don't give birth to a little apprentice who loves only swords all his life.

Especially this sword crown is much worse than his apprentice crown.

"Disciple, you sword crown..."

"how?"

"Ascension crown, not bad, not bad."

Tianhe Daojun smirked, but listened to the little disciple's tone:

"Going out in a hurry, wearing the wrong one."

Although Cui Wang's voice is not high, it is not low. I heard everything I noticed in the hall. Chang Wu laughed and said, "Tianhe, don't be too serious, small things."

Zheng Wan also heard it.

At that time, she took another mulberry fruit and stuffed it into her mouth. This fruit is really delicious, and it will form a warm current when it enters the abdomen. It will be the power of gentle Zhongzheng after a week.

She bit the fruit and looked at Cui Wang's head indifferently. When she saw the familiar shape of the sword crown, an upper-level profound artifact--not even an elementary artifact, was worn on the head of a Taoist monarch.

She met Cui Wang's bright eyes, subconsciously wanted to laugh, half of the laugh, but stopped, she remembered the phrase "reluctant".

This sentence was enough to make her frustrated with him.

A gentleman, he despises you, he is reluctant to love you, but at the same time he tells you that he loves you, this kind of love may be asked by others, but she will not want it.

Therefore, no matter what Cui Wang does at this time, she does not intend to have any ties with him anymore.

Zheng Wan continued to eat lush fruits there happily, his cheeks bulging, but Cui Wang lowered his eyes.

Daojun Tianhe only felt cold all over, he couldn't help rubbing his shoulders.

At this moment, a hearty laugh came, and the door of Zhuo Po Hall opened again, and another person came in.

This man wore a pink robe, jade face and vermilion lips, and a handsome brother-in-law, with a folding fan in his hand. Compared with him, Li Siyi was just a counterfeit.

"Sudden Daoist? Rare guest, rare guest."

Tianhe stood up.

Brother Fenpao stepped into the threshold, his eyes fell aside, and he said:

"Zixiu, this is your little disciple? He is a talented person."

The monarch looked at Zheng Wan, his eyes brightened.

There are tens of thousands of people in the world, and tens of thousands of roads, so Daoist gentlemen naturally have different temperaments. The one who spoke was a famous greedy Taoist from Xuan Cang Realm, who called "Drudge".

The spoiled Daoist is best to chase beauty in his life, he has a palace of beauty in four seasons.

Flowers bloom at four o'clock, the walls are like crystals, and pictures of beauties are hung on the walls. These beauties, living in different ages, are all amorous, and their epithelial and bone features are top-notch——

A beauty who can withstand the fussy eyes of a spoiling Daoist is a true beauty.

The Canglan Newspaper once wrote a special book about the beauty book in the Palace of Beauty, and even has a booklet specifically for this purpose to arrange a thousand-year beauty tree.

Therefore, although True Monarch Qianshuang has been hailed as the number one beauty in the Profound Cang world due to his youthful appearance and wealth behind him in recent years, in fact, most monks who live longer do not buy it.

Just because this palace of beauty did not hang the beauty picture of the Qianshuang Zhenjun.

But now, the look in the eyes of the spoiled Taoist is telling everyone:

He also liked a new beauty.

The last beauty he fancyed was still two hundred years ago——

It's a pity that the rosy face was fateful, and it was lost more than a hundred years ago.

Zi Xiu poured himself a cup, waited for the drowning to take a seat, then said:

"Long time no see."

"Zixiu, you haven't introduced you as a disciple to me yet."

"Apprentice, come, and meet the spoiling Daoist."

Zi Xiu is not annoyed. Spoiling is not a bad reputation in Xuancang Realm. Although he is greedy and lustful, he is fond of beauties, but he is not inferior, and he will not be forced because of the rejection of the beauty.

"I have seen Daojun."

Zheng Wan stood up and gave a surplus.

"Good, good, very good."

He smiled softly, "I don't know this little true gentleman, but would you like to meet this gentleman's Palace of Beauty?"

If the spoiled Daojun takes the initiative to invite someone to his beauty hall, he wants to make a painting for her. If this beauty is willing, it is better to spend a "good time" with him in the hall.

Zheng Wan just wanted to speak, but he heard another "boom" in the first place.

The flying dust spread out, revealing the expressionless face that followed Li Weidaojun, the first one was three steps higher than the other directions, and at this time, a piece of white marble railing was broken on this step.

He said:

"The wind is too strong, I didn't see it clearly."

"However, if it is the Palace of Beauty, I would like to meet again."

The spoiling Taoist looked at the beautiful face in the first place, and suddenly high-five:

"Excellent! It's not bad to be like Mr. Wei Dao!"

Tianhe is anxious, the juniors don't know it, but he knows that this spoiling Daojun, apart from picking his face, men and women are...

It's just that most of the time he thinks that the men in the world are filthy and not as pure as the women. Therefore, this palace of beauty is all women. Li Wei's innocent temperament...

Either a sword smashed this palace of beauty, causing the spoiled Taoist monarch to run back to the market gate and desperately die.

Or be spoiled by this...

cough.

Tianhe looked solemnly on the floor:

"If so, I am willing to go."

The spoiled Daojun looked at Tianhe's rough man's face with an unhappy expression.

At this moment, a black jade talisman flew into the sky suddenly, and it arrived suddenly. Cui Wang stretched out his hand and took a glance at it. When he raised his head again, he said::

"Daojun, this palace of beauty, you must go to this monarch."

"The Black Iron Commander in your seat, all go."