Chapter 806

"Can Xue Ning Hui Leng painting screen, falling plum flute has three, more nobody on hazy bright.

"I'm a melancholy guest in the world. I know what happened to you. I'm full of tears. I remember my life in my heartbroken voice."

Half asleep and half awake, Lu Zhengkang felt that his soul had finally gone.

He is flying in the Tibetan world, which seems to be both dream and reality. Lu Zhengkang is wearing a free and easy linen robe, and his lower body is a mass of smoke.

He saw the world through the imprint of his heart, and then floated into the heaven and earth. He looked at the demons' blood in the hundred Zhang diameter demonization pool, which was full of blood. The Yin Qi was enough to drop water into ice. The blood soup soaked the bones. The floating and sinking bones were white. There were imprisoned souls in them. They suffered evil punishment and lost their intelligence. Slowly, the essence of the blood bones would precipitate and fall into the secluded space under the blood pool Inside the pool, there was a blue mist. The disciples poured Lu Zhengkang's blood into it. The blood floated and condensed a thin human figure.

That's his exorcism.

Tired of it, he flew straight to the sky, toward the southwest of Zhonglu, to a blessed land with high spirits, and fell beside qingningzi with a secret yearning. She was sitting silently, looking much better than the day she left.

Lu Zhengkang didn't like the feeling of peeping. He left in silence. There were disciples of Qinglian sword sect and mortal servants on the mountain. What dominated the mountain was a magnificent sword tied around the waist of a woman who looked up at the sky from the cliff.

Fudaozi is in another elegant room. He stares at the plump prostitute in front of him. Of course, he looks calm, but his eyes are full of unspeakable pain and shame. Everyone has secrets, everyone has unspeakable secrets.

He stared at the prostitute, and it took him a long time to choose her, because Frederick wanted to see a shadow of someone.

Lu Zhengkang stares at Sheng Yan. This woman is childish, but when she is quiet and silent, she looks like a palace willow, noble and immortal.

Sheng Yan turned around and saw a strange spirit floating behind her. She looked surprised. "Are you a ghost? door-god? Kitchen God

Lu Zhengkang didn't respond. He thought he was dreaming.

"I don't think you have any reason. It's very nice of you to break into my sword."

Lu Zhengkang stares at Sheng Yan. She's so naive. It's a great comfort for a beautiful woman to show such an unguarded smile in front of you.

Fudaozi stared at the slender white pig in front of him. He could feel the despicable flame in his lumbar spine, but he was deeply hurt by it. So he just stares, kneels, and looks at the pig with its back to him. The fat white makes him nauseous, and he can't help but want to lick it, just like a goat licks the white salt. A serious dog will show great love for the owner's Secret pig oil.

Sheng Yan asked: "can you make a wish here? All Shinto monks have such means. "

Lu Zhengkang is dull and speechless. In front of him, there are many confused illusions. A cold woman, like qingningzi, but not qingningzi, stands in front of him and looks like Gongliu. There is no doubt that she is Shengyan. She used to be a very serious person.

Serious, but lively, she is the jade ice wrapped with fire.

Sheng Yanzhen said, "I don't ask you anything else. It's too hard for you. I ask my two disciples to be safe. One is fudaozi, the other is qingningzi. Fudaozi is elder brother. She is the same age as me. Qingningzi is younger sister. She is a child."

For a few moments, fudaozi felt great pain. Now he finally calmed down, slowly appreciated and got rid of his despicable and low-level fantasy. He laughed and told the maid to play the piano.

Lu Zhengkang whispered: "that year, I was sixteen, and she was sixteen."

Sheng Yan frowned, "don't you agree? Then you can go. I won't keep you as a guest. "

When Lu Zhengkang heard the clear sound of the sword, he recovered.

I fell asleep unconsciously. When a poem was over, the maid lay down in his arms again, her eyes full of admiration and tenderness.

All and just across the same guess, Lu Zhengkang copied a good word, and then he succeeded in white whoring.

The fact is that a good word is the risby among the employees of Fengyue. A good word can make a prostitute's value soar. Siyang is a romantic place. Many literati and poets linger here. They often have all kinds of romantic affairs, among which the least is the mutual achievements of scholars and famous prostitutes.

Lu Zhengkang is not a scholar, and what he is looking for is not a famous prostitute. She only has this word, and she will not become a famous prostitute in the future, but it's OK. The key is that Lu Zhengkang can go whoring for nothing, so that a man with only six Liang silver coins can walk out of the gate with his head high.

It was in the evening when he met fudaozi again. At this time, it was still dark, but the brothel was already busy. If there were too many people, it was not clean. The most important thing was that the day shift workers should go back and have a rest.

When they look at each other and smile, they don't say anything. Knowing a person too well will reduce his lovely image, so they keep their original and unified silence. This is the risbeth of the clients. After all, it's not suitable to be the same person all the time.They eat in a restaurant nearby. Lu Zhengkang has no money, but fudaozi is not short of money. However, fudaozi thinks that Lu Zhengkang is a rich man. After all, how could a monk who secretly controlled a dynasty have no money?

With trust in each other, they are eating with ease.

After all, fudaozi is an old man with profound personal feelings. On the way to dinner, he went to the counter to settle his account on the pretext of convenience.

Speaking of convenience, Lu Zhengkang's research on automatic flushing technique has a solid foundation. I can share it with my good brother when I have the opportunity.

After dinner, with a cool and comfortable evening breeze, the two immoral monks rushed back to Xinyue town at night. The moon is very good today.

The two of them lay on a roof and gazed at the sky together, confirming their previous conjecture about the karma of the heavenly way of the stars. They talked nonsense. Fu Daozi and Lu Zhengkang agreed that one day, which one of them will become a real immortal in the world, they must go to the sky to have a look, or both of them will become real immortals and travel in the sky together.

Lu Zhengkang began to tell stories, of course, about martial arts novels. Fudaozi was very interested in the gratitude and resentment of mortals, so Lu Zhengkang was very interested in talking about Gulong.

After talking about the Cologne for a while, Lu Zhengkang felt tired and said, "if you want to know what's going on, listen to me next time!"

They laughed.

Fu Daozi put his arm on his head and told Lu Zhengkang about his past.

"That year, I was 20 years old, and she was 20 years old No, it's not a good story. Let's change it. At the beginning, I was also a swordsman in the north of central China. I was a swordsman named Yan. Now that country is broken, and I'm really in a chaotic era of separatist regimes. I thought that becoming a monk would end the war, but after becoming a monk, I couldn't get close to my hometown, which is the site of the extreme heaven palace, a sect that is both good and evil. Slowly, my mind is also light

"I'm more interested in the days when you practiced Taoism."

"Well, I'll speak slowly, my master, me and my younger martial sister..."

Lu Zhengkang whispered and qingningzi began to smile.