Listening to the Phoenix

Chapter 16 3 Years Over

Seeing the dramatic changes in the palace, the seven vein masters, one head teacher and one immortal monarch were expressionless: ...

Hmm, dramatic.

After all, the one under the pressure of a child is Cang Ming, the master of Tibetan heart veins known as the "gentleman" in the cultivation world, and the one who seems gentle but actually adheres to the Mahayana way of "the friendship between a gentleman is as light as water" Jun.

When will let a person cry on him.

Even if that person is a child.

Shui Jinse suddenly remembered, and said, "Senior Brother Cang Ming likes to be clean."

All overhauls: ...

Holding Mo Shanglian in one hand and supporting the ground with the other, Rong Mingyao sat up and nodded towards Lingyin Zui.

Ling Yinzui raised his hand and said, "Long time no see, how are you?"

Rong Mingyao smiled back, "Naturally, An Ran."

Then he heard Lingyin say sincerely in a drunken tone: "It's still you who can coax children."

Rong Mingyao's smile froze: ...

"Child" Mo Shanglian: ...

Rong Mingyao began to recite the "Tao Te Ching" silently in his heart.

Mo Shanglian almost couldn't control her desire to punch Lingyin's drunk face.

Fortunately, he was under control.

Otherwise, the punch hadn't touched Lingyin's drunken blood spattering three feet and it was him.

——The Liqing Shangzun was drunk when he listened to the sound, and he didn't know what a lie was at all.

In other words, every sentence must come from the heart, with a sincere tone.

In other words, it is the truth.

So he spoke every word very sincerely. Although it was very pleasant, some words also made the listeners feel very heartbroken.

heart block.Really heartbroken.

Feeling overwhelmed, Rong Mingyao looked towards the top of the hall, and said, "This fellow Taoist, after listening to the play for a long time, how about telling it?"

The moment he spoke, Shui Jinse and Feng Queci shot without hesitation.

boom--

The corners of Qingxuan's mouth twitched slightly, he thought, he should know who it was.

Time rewinds to a quarter of an hour ago.

On the top of the hall, the man in blue with a vague face but a lingering temperament raised the wine jar in his hand to the sword cultivator who came lightly, "Qingshi."

The sword cultivator landed on the tile, holding the sword and saluting: "Master—"

The man in blue raised his hand and interrupted him, "Has Qing Miao had a conflict with you?"

Jianxiu put down his hands and remained silent.

The man in blue chuckled for a while, and then threw the wine jar in his hand. Seeing Jianxiu catch it subconsciously, the monk in blue smiled lightly, and it was not difficult to see his joy, "Try it, it took me a long time to brew it. of."

In the Qing Dynasty, the brows moved slightly.

Seeing him like this, the man in blue seemed to recall something, and said awkwardly: "This time it won't be as powerful as last time."

Qing Shi: "..." Really?

Seemingly unable to see Qing Shi's hesitation, the man in blue rubbed his chin, "But I never thought that Qing Shi would be so... well-behaved when you were drunk." He searched for a more suitable word and said.

Qing Shi: "I don't know the teacher——"

The man in blue said: "It's like doing whatever you want, let you kiss—"

"Please don't say it!" Qing Shi's ears were blushing.

The man in blue seemed regretful: "If you don't say it, then don't say it."

Looking at the relaxed-looking man in blue with one leg bent and one hand on his knee, Qing Shi asked, "Why don't you go down?"

"The time has not come yet, it's clear time." The man in blue looked at him carefully, "You and my disciple, the fate is not broken."

"Go and find him." After saying those words, the figure of the man in blue turned into dots of light, and the tiles under his feet were also smashed.

Qingshi sensed the two strands of spiritual energy coming straight at him, and thought to himself: No wonder you want to run away.

He easily dissipated the two strands of spiritual power, stepped into the hall with the undissipated spiritual power, and looked inside the hall in Qingshi, "Solved?"

Feng Queci looked at Qing Shi, and his brows moved slightly: Just now, it wasn't this breath.

Rong Mingyao: It was him just now?

Mo Shanglian: "It's probably resolved."

He got up calmly from Rong Mingyao, looked up at Qing Shi, and said, "I want to enter the Tibetan heart."

Qingshi looked at Mo Shanglian who was looking up at her, walked up to him and squatted down: "Then identity?"

Mo Shanglian got stuck.

"If you don't want to be a teacher, you probably have to enter Liuxia Peak."

"No!" Mo Shanglian flatly refused.

Sorry he still wants to live longer!After entering Liuxia Peak, can he still survive for a year under the hands of Que Ci whose memory has not recovered?

"You don't want to be a teacher."

"...I don't think much about it." Mo Shanglian said sincerely.

"Because of blood, those who have nothing to do with me, and those who don't have deep luck, accept my apprenticeship ceremony, and will be his life-saving talisman."

"You want to enter the Tibetan Heart Vessel, right?" Qingxuan asked.

"Correct."

"Then are you willing to be Junior Brother Cangming?"

Cang Ming... Mo Shanglian turned her head to look at Rong Mingyao who was flapping her clothes.

"this is okay."

"Then that's it, you enter the heart of Tibet, and worship the water..." Qingxuan paused, looking faintly at the water abyss.

——By the way, who is the person who hides the heart veins and masters the water characters?

Shui Yuan: "Shui's generation has no hidden heart veins."

Qing Xuan: "..."

"...Will Cang Ming accept disciples?" Qing Shi asked.

"The fate has not come yet." Rong Ming said softly.

It is denied.

"That's like... Hanli." After finishing speaking, he handed the wine jar in his hand to Mo Shanglian, and said seriously, "I'll see you off." He left.

"That Moshang Lian enters the Tibetan Heart Vessel, is Junior Brother Cangming, and his Taoist name..."

Rong Mingyao said: "Cang Mo." While talking, he smiled and took the wine jar away from Mo Shanglian's hand, smiling gently, "Children can't drink alcohol, it's not good for their health." Feng Que resigned, "I see you off."

Feng Que took over the wine jar, expressionless.

"Then Cang Mo." Qingxuan said.

"It will be held together with Han Li's grand ceremony."

"Yes!"

Before leaving with Mo Shanglian, Rong Mingyao thought about it, and with the friendship between close friends, he still kindly turned around and reminded: "You'd better not drink that wine."

Although he didn't know what kind of wine it was, God's intuition told him that the best policy was not to drink that wine.

The moon is bright, and the breeze carries the fragrance of grass and trees.

In a small pavilion under the moon, the two sat opposite each other.

"Why, name Bai Ze?" A cold voice sounded.

Opposite the boy in purple was a boy in black.

The black clothes are like ink, and the sleeves are embroidered with white threads.

The long hair is loose, and the eyes are deep and clear.

The weird collocation was perfectly integrated on the young man.

"It's not unknown that the Mo family is related to Bai Ze at the beginning of the ninth century." Mo Shanglian said with a satisfied expression, "I am the one with the most bloodlines inherited from the Mo family after the catastrophe, and everyone knows it."

"I have also detected a special blood. If so, why hide it?"

"It's better to completely mess up the world." Mo Shanglian's eyes contained deep malice.

"You are Bai Ze?"

"Yes and no."

Mo Shanglian said: "Bai Ze, as you know, it is almost equivalent to the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven. Only one can survive in a generation."

"I showed up, but Bai Ze already exists."

"Then you are the son of Bai Ze." Ling Yinzui's tone was affirmative.

"In other words, I'm a mixed race." Mo Shanglian said generously.

Drunk listening: "So that's the case. Ah Ci, I guessed right."

"Do you need me to help you refresh your knowledge?" Mo Shanglian suddenly became a little excited.

It is his long-cherished wish to be able to teach listening drunkenness.

Although it had already been done once when teaching listening to drunken medicine.

However, having a student like Lingyinzui is simply the dream of teachers all over the world!

Smart, rational, with a wide range of associations and strong logic, the most important thing is that he has strong executive ability and is obedient.

He completed [-]% of the assigned tasks!

Sometimes Moshang Lian feels that Lingyinzui is a late-stage obsessive-compulsive disorder and a perfectionist.

Listening drunk and said: "I need to retreat."

Mo Shanglian frowned: "Is your health really that bad?"

In fact, during the day, it does not mean that the body is really that bad when listening to music.

In fact, those poisons were not even as good as a scratch to Lingyinzui.

"It's not serious, but it needs recuperation." Ling Yinzui's face was still cold.

"I hope that the past three years will be enough. Regarding the past of Ah Ci, we will keep tight-lipped."

Mo Shanglian looked at the seat where the figure was no longer there, and thought deeply: "Is Yin Zui's body really bad?"

Three years later.

Among the palaces at the top of Liuxia Peak, some halls were frozen three years ago.

A young man, set up a table, facing the door of the palace, sat cross-legged in front of the table, "Is Yinzui really that bad?"

Hearing this, the young man facing him with a straight back and downcast eyes did not raise his eyes, and said coldly: "As a medical practitioner, don't you know it best?"

Hearing this, the young man touched the tip of his nose with an innocent look on his face, "No matter how good my medical skills are, he won't cooperate." He said aggrievedly.

"I'm afraid Yinzui will only listen to you!" It's almost a complaint.

The young man in red responded lightly.

The ice on the hall began to melt.

The young man said: "But you still look more pleasing to the eye in a red dress. You don't know, when I first saw you, I thought you were me!"

The young man seemed to chuckle slightly: "You are Bai Ze."

The boy asked back: "Who stipulated that Bai Ze can't wear all black?"

"Didn't you say that I am a fire phoenix? You also said that I look good in red clothes. Bai Ze has white hair."

The young man said: "Tch, don't think I don't know, don't the Phoenix and Peacock clans always like to wear colorful clothes? It's like wearing rainbows on their bodies. Thanks to your good looks, otherwise it would be very vulgar. !"

He picked up a sunspot and dropped it, and the golden lotus flower on the sleeve of the black dark coat was lifelike.

"However, an elder who is fifteen years old may be difficult to surpass in the history of the Ninth Beginning." Feng Queci didn't care about the fact that he snatched the chess piece, so he changed the topic and dropped the white piece.

"I'm waiting for them to surpass!" Mo Shanglian said, her tone full of pride.

The ice has almost melted away.

Throwing down the chess piece, Mo Shanglian picked up the wine jar on the table and drank it all in one gulp, opened her drunken eyes and said, "Help me congratulate Yinzui for passing the level. I won't stay here and disturb your conversation. I hate..."

The moment his figure disappeared, the palace door opened.

The purple-clothed boy looked at Feng Que Ci who was playing again and again, and pulled the corners of his lips, showing a stiff smile: "A Ci."

Feng Que looked back and smiled lightly: "Are you ready?"

Listening Zui nodded: "There will be no problem in a short time."

"Then do you want to go out to play?" Feng Que asked.

"I'm not a swordsman." Lingyin said drunkly.

"In the prehistoric times, there was no such classification."

"Although I practice swords, I am not a swordsman."

"In the past, you asked me to study various ways, so I dabbled in all of them."

"So you're still all-rounder?"

"You too." Ling Yinzui pondered for a while, then added, "I live too long, so I can only pass the time like this."

"..." Feng Que resigned.

On the other side, Rong Mingyao, who was a drunk young man, reaped the rare sullenness.

Elder: "First seat, Elder Cangmo, he thinks he's coming—"

For the first time, Rong Mingyao interrupted in a gaffe: "15 years old is still not sensible!"

The elder was silent: First seat, pulse master, 15-year-old Yuxiu is really not that old!Some monks retreat for hundreds or thousands of years!

Rong Mingyao flicked his sleeves.

In fact, no matter what kind of wine Mo Shanglian drinks, even the thousand-year-old fairy wine, he will not have any opinion. After all, with Mo Shanglian's identity, that wine might not make Mo Shanglian a little bit drunk.

But the problem is, the wine that Mo Shanglian drank was given by Qingshi three years ago, the wine that made him resist!

As for the effect, isn't Moshanglian who is sleeping now there?

"very good!"

Rong Mingyao lost his temper for a rare occasion.

Qing Shi inexplicably looked at Rong Mingyao who descended from the sky, "My lord."

"What kind of wine did you give to Shang Lian?" Rong Mingyao almost gritted his teeth and asked this question.

Qing Shi: "...I don't know."

"I don't know if you gave it to Lian?"

"...that was brewed by Master." Qingshi decided to tell the truth.

Rong Mingyao: "Ya Zhang?"

Hesitate for a while.

You should be able to talk about Master.

"No."

Then he saw Rong Mingyao's face suddenly changed.

"It's him?"

"Yes."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know."

"It was him that day?"

"Yes."

"Then why doesn't he come down to meet us?"

"I don't know."

"Shang Lian is drunk and probably won't wake up for several days."

Qing Shi's face was paralyzed: So this is because the wine in Master's mouth has little stamina.

The author has something to say:

Qing Dynasty: trick people

Man in blue: It turns out that the wine was brewed wrong again, forget it, but I've only been drunk for a few days, so I don't need to tell Qing Shi.

Feng Queci looked at Mo Shanglian drinking with a blank expression: Could it be that Cang Mo didn't know that there was something wrong with the wine?

Listening Drunk: Oh

Mo Shanglian: So I'm the only one out of luck?