Scattered Immortal

Legend has it that Sanxian is an existence cursed by the heavens. He will not be accepted by the nine heavens and the nine secluded worlds. He can only wander in the world forever, waiting for one calamity after another until he is wiped out. Some people say that the Heavenly Tribulation belonging to the Sanxian is not a Heavenly Tribulation, but a kind of judgment, or an endless judgment, and you will not stop until you are judged to death. Some people say that the Heavenly Tribulation of the Sanxian is a curse. The more calamities you have, the more curses you have on your body. This kind of curse will affect your luck and make you unlucky for eternity.

Now that I think about it, these legends are not groundless. At least, Tang Qing really experienced it this time. No matter what, he never thought that he would be so unlucky to meet such a brutal and domineering woman just after waking up. If you let your old friends know that you have become a woman's prisoner, then you will really lose face.

In a coma, Tang Qing had a dream. In the dream, he was lying on his back on a chair, enjoying the sun bathing, drinking a little wine, listening to a little song, so chic. This was his dream all along, and this time After waking up, I was ready to realize my dream, but I haven't enjoyed such a beautiful dream enough, only to hear a sharp sound of angry reprimand, the dream was instantly shattered, and Tang Qing also completely woke up from the coma.

Opening his hazy eyes, he saw a face with a natural appearance, as bright as an autumn moon, and a glamorous face, but the pair of beautiful eyes above such a perfect face were full of angry flames. Seeing Tang Qing After waking up, the anger in her expression disappeared in an instant and was replaced by a playful and evil smile.

"Master Tang, are you sleeping comfortably? Would you like me to rub your shoulders for you? Huh?"

"No need." Tang Qing shook his drowsy head and kept pinching his brows.

"Death stick, you think so beautifully." The smile on Shangguan Ling's face disappeared instantly, and the flames of anger appeared again, and he scolded, "Grandma has been driving for a day, but you sleep comfortably, come down for me."

well

Tang Qing shook his head and smiled wryly. After living for most of his life, he was called around by a woman. He sighed and got off the carriage. Looking over, there seemed to be a mountain range in front of him. It seemed wrong. After Tang Qing noticed it carefully, he suddenly realized that this mountain range was just an illusion derived from a formation.

"What is this place?"

If the guess is correct, there should be a hole in the formation.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask." Obviously, Shangguan Ling didn't want to explain too much, she took a few steps forward, and then stretched out her hand to pinch the formula, and the little stars danced between her fingers like fireflies at night.

"Walk"

Shangguan Ling took a step and stepped into the starlight. In an instant, she disappeared mysteriously, and Tang Qing also stepped in.

Sure enough, there is another hole in the sky, beautiful in the void, colorful rainbow lights are faintly visible, on the east side is a rugged mountain range, surrounded by fire-colored red cloud trees, and silver-white trees on the top of the mountain range The waterfall flows straight down and flows into the lake on the west side, making the trapezoidal lake filter layer by layer, and the water color becomes more and more transparent. The emerald sea, cascading waterfalls, colorful forests, and strange mountains are like a magical, magical and beautiful landscape. The natural scenery map is nothing more than a fairyland on earth.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Qing closed his eyes and felt it quietly. This formation is really all-encompassing. Just a quick glance at the formation within the formation reveals that it contains thirty-six kinds of natural formations. This creates such a wonderful unique space.

The master here is obviously a master at playing formations.

"Sister Mo, I'm coming..."

Entering the formation, Shangguan Ling was visibly happy, untied his cloak, and ran all the way to a manor opposite. …

Inside the manor, the grass is evergreen, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, Tang Qing also walked into the hall of the manor.

"God stick, you wait here first, don't blame me for not reminding you, there are many formations outside, it's very dangerous, don't run around, don't blame me if you lose your life." After finishing speaking, Shangguan Ling walked inside.

Tang Qing nodded as a response, and looked around, the hall was clean and bright, giving people a very comfortable feeling. The tables and chairs inside were all made of pure white jade stones. It is extremely delicate. There is also a house connected to the living room. Tang Qing glanced at it casually. There are mostly scrolls of ancient books in it, which should be a study room. He is not interested in these things, but a painting on the desk has aroused his interest. His attention.

This is an incomplete painting, it seems that there is only half of it, and you can clearly see the traces of tearing on the edge of the painting. Huan Xing Palace also has the mysterious power of the four images, the magical stars... This painting looks ordinary, but its artistic conception is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

The reason why this painting attracted Tang Qing's attention was not because of its incompleteness, nor its mysterious artistic conception, but because this painting looked familiar to him, not only familiar, but when he walked in to examine it carefully, he almost dared to I am sure that this painting is definitely the one he sketched back then. I still vaguely remember that I played chess with my old friend and lost, so I sketched such a painting temporarily as gambling money and lost to my old friend, but why is this painting here? And it was broken in two?

Tang Qing was about to touch the traces of tearing on the edge, when suddenly there was a stern voice behind him.

"God stick what are you doing"

The person who came was none other than Shangguan Ling. She opened her eyes angrily, with a fierce look, and said, "Little magic stick, you are quite courageous. You even dared to enter Sister Mo's study, are you alive?" Tired?" Shangguan Ling walked into the study, and when she saw the fragmented picture on the table, for some reason, her expression suddenly became serious.

"You just touched this painting?"

"En." Tang Qing responded honestly, "Why?"

"Do you know that this is Sister Mo's favorite and most cherished painting? Do you know how precious this painting is? You dare to touch it privately. I think you are really impatient."

"It's just a painting," Tang Qing explained, "I don't touch it."

"What did you say? It's just a painting? It's just a painting? My God, how ignorant are you, you goddamn stick?" Shangguan Ling opened his eyes wide with surprise and contempt, and said, "Do you know that this is a painting?" Whose calligraphy is it? This painting of the myriad phenomena of stars and Luo is the authentic work of Layman Wuwang, and the artistic conception contained in it is mystical and mysterious. If you can comprehend one of them, you will benefit endlessly. You actually say that it is just a painting. You really don’t know what is good or bad.”

"Yeah……"

Tang Qing didn't speak any more, and didn't know what to say, because layman Wuwang was indeed his other name.

"What is it? Are you so ignorant that you don't even know the layman Wuwang? A lot of words"

Seeing that Tang Qing didn't respond, Shangguan Ling looked defeated, looked at Tang Qing as if he was looking at a hopeless turtle, and shook his head, "No? I didn't expect that there are still people in the world who don't like it." I know Layman Wuwang, he is one of the men I admire most in Shangguanling, and you have never heard his name? I don’t even know what to say about you, you are just... You are just a piece of shit that came to grandma’s house."

Tang Qing's mood at the moment is complicated, but more embarrassment and helplessness, "How did this painting become two pieces?" He is still very puzzled about this.

"As for my sister and I, I'm in a pretty good mood today, so I'll let you gain some insight. Listen carefully, this painting is called Wanxiang Xingluotu. Old friend Jiu Sheng, but it's a pity that Jiu Sheng didn't know how to cherish and was greedy for female sex. In order to win the heart of the witch, he actually gave this painting to the witch. During the encirclement and fight in the temple, this painting was divided into two, as for why this painting fell into Sister Mo’s hands, you don’t need to know about it.”…

Tang Qing yelled in his heart that he was careless in making friends, that bastard, a drunkard, even used Lao Tzu's paintings to please beauties, your uncle!

At this time, a pleasant and moving voice suddenly came from outside the house.

"Ling'er, is that you?"

The sound is like the sound of heaven, and the sound is like a lyre. It enters the ears, and it can touch the depths of the soul. When the sound falls, a woman appears in response. She is wearing a white plain dress, and gently shakes her belly-length, black light prisoner. Her hair naturally falls down to her delicate buttocks, her face is as white as jade, her brows are emerald green, her face is perfect without any blemishes, her eyes are looking at the glazed glass, and she walks over with a detached aura, like a person who does not eat fireworks. Fairy in general.

If Shangguan Ling's beauty is like a ball of flame, glamorous and glamorous, like a witch from the Nine Netherworld, then the beauty of this woman is like the blue ocean, beautiful and serene, like the fairy from the Nine Heavens.

"Sister Wow, Ling'er is going to miss you!"

Shangguan Ling laughed excitedly, and stretched out his arms to hug Sister Mo, whom she was talking about.

"Damn girl, I'm almost strangled to death by you." Yun Mo'er smiled lightly, as if she had just noticed a young man standing beside her, Liu Mei couldn't help raising her eyebrows slightly, and said, "Huh? Ling'er, this young master is brought by you Did you come?"

"What kind of son is he? He's just a goddamn stick." Shangguan Ling said angrily, "This damned godstick ignored me time and time again on the road, and...and dared to scold me!"

"Yeah?". Yun Mo'er's quiet eyes sized Tang Qing carefully, then looked at Shangguan Ling with interest, and said softly, "She ignored you and dared to scold you, but instead of teaching him a lesson, you brought him here Hmm... It seems that in the eyes of our Ling'er, this young master is obviously more than just a death stick."

"No? Sister Zimo, where are you thinking? How could I..." After being teased by Yun Mo'er, Shangguan Ling didn't seem to be as shy as a girl should be. He just wrinkled his nose and explained, " If it wasn't for this guy being useful to me, I would have killed him with one blow."

These two women in front of him can be regarded as rare beauties in the world, but Tang Qing didn't have any interest at all. He just stood leaning on the door and window, watching these two girls talking nonsense.

"What do you look at, you seem very unconvinced?"

Shangguan Ling gave Tang Qing a hard look.

How could Tang Qing be unconvinced? She simply threw herself into Shangguan Ling's admiration, shook her head, and left the hall without saying a word.

"Well, Ling'er, when will you change your temper? Why are you so fierce? Now it's all right, I'm angry now."

"He's angry? I'm still angry. Didn't you see this guy's eyes? He looked at me like he was too lazy to argue with this girl. It's really weird. He doesn't even have a little bit of cultivation. , I just know a little bit of psychic secrets, and I really think of myself as a peerless master, so I don’t even bother to argue with me, death stick"

The reason why Shangguan Ling forcibly detained Tang Qing was not only because of the secret art of psychics, but also because Tang Qing's lazy attitude made her very uncomfortable, especially the staring eyes as if he didn't care about anything, which made her very uncomfortable. convinced.

"Really?..." Yun Mo seemed to have noticed this question, pondered for a moment, and then said, "You said he knows the secret art of psychics?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I kept him?"

"Psychic mysticism is for heretics, and there are very few people in this world who know it. If it is true as you said, how can he, an ordinary magic stick who runs around the rivers and lakes, understand this kind of mysticism?"

"Ghost knows how to learn this magic stick." Shangguan Ling shrugged, took Yun Mo's hand and walked inside, "Let's not talk about this, Sister Mo, I haven't had your Tianquan brewing for a long time, and I'm almost starved to death Lah, hurry up and prepare it for me, shall we chat while drinking?"

ps: Ask for a recommendation ticket——

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