The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 692 One hundred thousand monks gathered in Pingzhou

"Thousands of years in Pingzhou City, three thousand formation mages! The first floor of Langya breaks through ten thousand generations, and millions of monks pass through Pingzhou!"

This is a description in "Kyushu Miscellaneous Notes", which describes the weather-beaten Langya Tower in Pingzhou, which is famous all over the world. As one of the six main cities for the assessment of the six arts of cultivating immortals, Langya Tower in Pingzhou has its own unique charm. .

The blue-brick city walls, the bustling streets, and the bustling high-rise buildings in Pingzhou City, among them, standing on the city gate and looking far away, on the highest one, the five-color pennant is flying in the wind. Cultivators may still be able to clearly see the dignified and beautiful word "Langya" on the five-color pennant.

On top of Pingzhou City at night, apart from the bright lights, there are countless flying magic weapons that symbolize different attributes and decorate the night sky like five-color fireworks gathered in the sky. From a distance, there is really a kind of prosperity The sense of prosperity.

"What's the matter?" The small side stall at night was already full of people coming and going, and the old man who had been busy all day tried the sweat on his forehead and was quite puzzled. The bustling mortals and many greedy monks were eager to try, and murmured in a low voice.

"Do you still need to ask?" The three monks in Kunlun school costumes in front of the booth turned their heads, and one of them put his hand on the shoulders of the two of them, but unfortunately the monk turned his body sideways to avoid his attack. He leaned back, and then just lowered his head and played with the long sword and sword tassel in his hand, making tinkling sounds from time to time.

"One hundred thousand monks gathered in Pingzhou!" The disliked monk in the middle seemed to be used to it, and smiled indifferently, "We are waiting for the monk to make a final fight against the devil's men. Zhou, for such a big event!"

The mortal old man stared blankly at him for a moment, then responded in a low voice: "Hey, it has nothing to do with me and other mortals."

It was rare for him to be enthusiastic for a while, but the mortal old man gave him such a response. Zhu Xingyuan's face froze, and he looked at the mortal old man in a daze: "Sir, didn't you hear clearly?"

"Although I'm old, I can hear it clearly." The mortal old man responded in a low voice, "A monk has things to worry about as a monk, and I, a mortal, have things to worry about. It's not mine, so what should I do?" Tube?"

"The thing that mortals need to worry about? Isn't it just food and clothing? How long will that little thing take up?" Zhu Xingyuan didn't care, and blurted out, and Mo Wen who was on the side didn't even have time to stop it.

The mortal old man snorted softly: "You don't need to eat or drink for monks to practice. This means that it is a small matter for you, but it is a big matter for us. Mortals and monks are always different. The old man has to be busy, so please do it!"

Zhu Xingyuan couldn't speak anymore after he said that, he just touched his nose, laughed twice, and didn't say any more.

After standing for a while, smelling the fragrance from the stall, Gu Lang, who had been playing with Jian Sui for a long time, raised his head, and suddenly sighed: "If Jiajia was here, she might have to take a stroll. .”

Although she acted like a very qualified monk, she was a woman after all, and some of Jiajia's little girlishness had not dissipated.Apart from other things, let's take Jiayuan City as an example. She has already visited all the snacks and gadgets in it.

"Let's go!" Mo Wen reached out and patted Gu Lang's shoulder, Gu Lang nodded slightly, and the three of them, together with Zhu Xingyuan who didn't say a word, quickly disappeared into the bright lights.

In the corner of the stall, there were two monks wearing bamboo hats. One of them was holding a mortal's chopsticks and spoon. He seemed to be having trouble with this mortal's snack. After studying for half a day, he carefully picked it up and put it in his mouth. After sending it away, he cried out in pain: "It's burning to death!"

His companion's petal-shaped lips slightly pursed: "This mortal object is not as thoughtful as we are."

On the contrary, the monk chuckled lightly, covered his burnt lips and just smiled: "Nianhua, don't talk like this. But it's interesting, this is the first time I've been burned!"

The monk who was called Nianhua smiled and did not continue speaking.

Until the monk's soft, slightly exaggerated shouting and drinking, the bowl had already bottomed out, the monk suddenly stood up, and walked straight to the corner of the street with a smile, hearing a burst of voices, and then disappeared Shao mortals put on all kinds of masks and began to parade in the streets.

"Hehe!" The satiated monk folded his arms and laughed lightly, "It's also interesting, what do you think of Nianhua?"

These two people are not alone, they are the rare "idlers" in the world at this moment--Shaoxin is also.

You Nianhua glanced at the monk and nodded, but was noncommittal.

Stretching out a sweeping hand, a Rakshasa ghost and a beauty mask were already in hand, and he handed the beauty mask to You Nianhua, and Shaoxin stuck the Rakshasa mask on: "Although you followed my will to enter the demon gate, But in the end, it’s because you have been in touch with the things of Buddhism. In fact, if I had known that you had such a soft heart, I would not have insisted on you going to the Demon Sect.”

"It's Nianhua who has a picture." You Nianhua was silent for a moment, then responded lightly, put on the mask of the beauty picture, and sighed inaudibly.

But in the blink of an eye, he was mixed among the masked crowd all over the street.

But Mo Wen, Gu Lang, and Zhu Xingyuan, who said they were walking leisurely towards Langya Tower, saw the long streets on both sides brightly lit, and masked monks or mortals wandering in great numbers.

The three of them were not interested in such things, so they only glanced at them briefly, then stepped aside, and only waited for the crowd to disperse.

With the sound of gongs and drums, masked monks and mortals walked past the three of them.

Halfway through the discharge from the army, I suddenly felt a cool breeze in my ears. Although the three of them had different personalities, after all, the tasks in the Law Enforcement Hall were not done in vain. At the same time, a cold light of a weapon flashed in front of his eyes.

The three of them had amazing eyesight, they suddenly raised their heads, but at the same time, their eyes were solemn: "Xiao Baiye!"

But seeing Xiao Baiye put the Raksha ghost mask on top of his head, he turned sideways and seemed to be talking to a monk.He seems to be aware of the movement here, but seeing the fireworks rise, they are unparalleled, blooming in the sky, but in the blink of an eye, looking around, he can no longer see Xiao Baiye's shadow.

Looking at the crowds of masks, the mask of the Rakshasa ghost is a common mask for serving. Many monks on the street wear this kind of mask: To find Xiao Baiye from the vast crowd is like picking chestnuts from the fire: a Looking for one?Obviously it is impossible, this is not Mingding City.

Except that Pingzhou City has to pay a certain amount of spirit stones to Kunlun every year, the other thing is that the management right is not in Kunlun's hands.At this time, one hundred thousand monks gathered in Pingzhou again. It was a busy time, and even though Mei Qihe, the head of Kunlun, mentioned this matter in person, most of them would not let them mess around.

About Xiao Baiye's defection from the teacher's sect, although the monks all over the world spoke convincingly and denounced him loudly, most of them were just lip service. Even the alliance with Shushan is extremely delicate.But many of them would say in private, "The Kunlun tree attracts the wind, even if it loses a Tibetan god, it doesn't matter!" Such sarcastic remarks.

The three of them looked at each other with wry smiles, and randomly pulled off the masks of a few Rakshasa ghosts, so it was impossible to find Xiao Baiye again.

With just one glance, he disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and he didn't even know whether Xiao Baiye would leave the city now, so how could he talk about finding someone?Both Mo Wen and Gu Lang shook their heads slightly: It is really not optimistic to find Xiao Baiye.

On the contrary, Zhu Xingyuan hooked the corners of his lips: "It's okay, you two don't worry. Even if you report back to the teacher now, Xiao Baiye will definitely not leave. Although Zhu Mou didn't have much contact with him, but..." Perennial Xiao Baiye, who is stationed in the Hall of Fame and No Treasure, is a smart person, and Zhu Xingyuan is also, for no reason, maybe their two clever ways are somewhat resistant to each other, so Zhu Xingyuan and Xiao Baiye get rid of each other. There is nothing else other than the greetings of the meeting.

But maybe it was because he was not used to it, and because he was far away, when Xiao Baiye's incident happened, he always watched it from the perspective of an outsider, so he could see things that others could not see before: "Xiao Baiye is aloof and arrogant, You don’t have to worry about it! If he wanted to, he wouldn’t be because we saw him, if he didn’t pass by by chance in Pingzhou City this time, Zhu can guarantee that Xiao Baiye will stay in the city.”

It can be said that Zhu Xingyuan, who is not as playful as usual, is still very convincing. Gu Lang and Mo Wen looked at each other, and they went straight to Langya Tower in Pingzhou without stopping after the crowd passed.

Kunlun just arrived a few days ago. Although cultivators don't care about things outside their bodies, a futon is enough to meditate and practice, but for such a grand event as a hundred thousand monks gather in Pingzhou, and tens of thousands of people meditate in front of Langya Tower in Pingzhou, I am afraid that Langya Tower must be closed. It's impossible to sit and wear, and such a major matter that is being discussed cannot be discussed in public!
Therefore, early in the morning, the owner of Langya Tower and the owner of Pingzhou City made an arrangement. With Langya Tower in the middle as the boundary, Kunlun will stay in a tavern and inn in the southeast direction.

And the monks above the Tibetan God and the heads of various sects all stayed in Langya Tower.

Although the lights outside the street were brightly lit, the Langya Tower was heavily guarded. After multiple inspections, the three were able to enter, and went straight to the Tianzi No. A VIP room where Mei Qihe lived.

When they got closer, they heard faint voices of talking and discussing from Mei Qihe's residence. Mo Wen, Gu Lang and Zhu Xingyuan looked at each other, nodded, and stepped a little harder. step forward.

Sure enough, soon, I heard a soft cough from the room: "Come in!"

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