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Bad Shuai: "Holy Monk Xuanzang? This name? So familiar."

Journey to the West: "In a sense, we belong to the same era, but we belong to different time and space."

Xuanzang said at this time that Yuan Tiangang appeared during the Taizong period, and there was also a Yuan Tiangang in his world.

Bad Shuai: "Could it be that you are the Great Master Xuanzang who went to the Western Regions!"

Journey to the West: "Yes and no, what you know may be me in another time and space."

Fortune teller: "Yuan Tiangang, that master Xuanzang in your world is just a mortal. The monk Xuanzang in our group is an immortal in the background of mythology."

Qixuanmen Han Paopao: "Immortal!"

Demon Queen: "Don't be shocked, you heard me right, Xuanzang is an immortal, the kind who can go day by day."

Journey to the West: "..."

The Pope of Wuhundian: "Immortal? Is there a Douluo strong?"

Sect Master Yun Lan: "Strong Douluo? Newcomer, do you want to laugh at this Sect Master to death?"

The number one strange woman in the Yin Yang family: "Uh..."

Fortuneteller: "There is information in the group, so everyone can get acquainted with each other."

The Demon King who has never been deflated: "Actually, after I read Xiongzi's script, I felt a sense of familiarity. I feel that it is a bit similar to the world background of little brother Ye Fan."

Playboy: "Hey, Mr. Demon King, can you see this?"

Ye Fan is really not dark: "Someone is calling me? I'll go. I fell asleep just now, and I don't know how long I have been flying in the coffin of Nine Dragons."

Fortuneteller: "Old Demon King, you feel good. The two are indeed a world background, but the timeline of the bear kid is several epochs before Ye Fan's timeline, and there is an interval of millions or even tens of millions of years. Year."

Demon Queen: "Are you serious, group leader? After so many years?"

Fortune teller: "Is there anything impossible? It is impossible for a technological god like you to understand the changes of time and time."

Bad Shuai: "Unbelievable!"

Ye Fan is really not black: "So, among the group members, there is a group member from the same plane as me?"

Favorite drink of animal milk: "Hello, Ye Fan is really not black."

Xiaoshi greeted him politely, he seemed harmless to humans and animals.

Ye Fan is really not bad: "Hello, I like drinking animal milk the most. You are young, so call me Brother Ye. When you rise up in the future, Brother Ye, I will take you to pretend and fly."

Favorite animal milk: "Really?"

Ye Fan is really not black: "Of course!"

Fortune teller: "Ye Fan, don't brag. Although Xiaoshi is young, only a few years old, but with a wave of one arm, he has [-] catties of strength. He is a young man."

Ye Fan is really not black: "Is the child so curly now?"

Favorite drink of animal milk: "The group leader has said too much. Only when the blood-moving state is complete can one arm have a strength of [-] catties. Now I am at most [-] catties."

Ye Fan is really not black: "..."

Bad Shuai: "..."

Sect Master Yunlan: "..."

The Pope of Wuhundian: "Uh, that's amazing."

……

Journey to the West, Chang'an City, Jiaofang Division.

Xuanzang withdrew his consciousness because someone came from outside.

"Buddha, Floating Fragrance Oiran is here to invite you."

It was the former girl Lan'er who spread the word. At this time, this little girl admired Xuanzang very much.

"Oiran?"

Xuanzang showed a thoughtful look on his face, he didn't know this floating fragrance oiran, could it be because of the poem he made before.

As the most high-end flower building in Chang'an City, the Jiaofang Division is related to the royal family.

This oiran is naturally the best of the best!

Xuanzang's trip this time was originally to experience the world of mortals.Otherwise, if you go west in the future, you will not be as free as you are now.

At the moment, I decided to meet the oiran for a while, and see how beautiful the country is.

Maybe it's because the realm is higher now, after comprehending the 36 changes of Tiangang.

Xuanzang had a dark premonition, thinking that the evil spirit that had appeared by accident before might be related to this oiran.

Chapter 81 Xuanzang and the Demon Girl

An accord in Jiaofangsi.

Before entering, you can smell the fragrance of women in the air.

The so-called scent to know a woman, Xuanzang's perception of this fragrance is that this woman is the best.

"Lord Buddha, Miss Fuxiang is waiting for you inside." Lan'er said.

"Um……"

Xuanzang nodded, and then entered the Accord.

In the attic, there is an antique look and fragrance, decorated with fine sandalwood furniture and ink paintings of literati.

Behind a red curtain, a graceful figure can be vaguely seen.

"Miss Fuxiang, you Lan'er called me, what do you want to do, or what?"

Xuanzang asked with a calm expression.

After the words fell, behind the curtain, a woman wearing a red gauze classic dress slowly walked out.

The woman's clothes are thin, her waist is like a willow, and her facial features are exquisite and picturesque, just like the flying girl in the murals, not like ordinary people.

And exudes a charming and soulful aura from the bottom of his bones. If an ordinary man sees her, he might be captivated by him with just one look?

"This woman is not human!"

Just a glance, although there is no evidence, Xuanzang is sure that the other party is not human.

"Fuxiang has met the holy monk, and has admired his name for a long time." The oiran Fuxiang smiled charmingly, and moved in lotus steps.

When I saw Xuanzang for the first time, I was amazed that there is such a handsome man in the world, especially the masculine aura exuding from his body.For a race like her, it is deadly poison.

Moreover, Xuanzang is full of energy, his whole body is full of fairy spirit, and he has ten generations of merits and virtues around him. Such a body is fatal to a banshee, and she cannot extricate herself.

Xuanzang approached, and within a few feet of the oiran Fuxiang, he said, "The dignitaries spend a lot of money to get Miss Fuxiang's side, but Miss Fuxiang refuses. Why do you want to come to see me?"

Fuxiang smiled cleverly, her red lips were like fire, she slowly blew out a mouthful of fragrance, and softly whispered in Xuanzang's ear: "Holy Monk, do you believe in fate?"

"Do not believe……"

Xuanzang took a step back, although this fragrant fish and wild goose had a beautiful face and a moony appearance.

But they are not human after all!

Furthermore, the mere charm technique also wanted to confuse his mind.

Fuxiang's face changed slightly, this Xuanzang didn't seem to follow the routine.

If this was an ordinary man, he would have already surrendered to her beauty and pushed him at will.

But the more this is the case, the more it can arouse the desire to win in her heart.

She just wanted to win Xuanzang, and then let Xuanzang dedicate his life energy.

This is the pride of being a Nine-Tailed Fox clan!

Fuxiang smiled politely, and said: "Actually, I was impressed by the talent of the holy monk. Your sentence about the bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground is really a good poem. I think that if I don't have some experience, I'm afraid I can't write it." Such a good sentence."

"Oh, that poem. Isn't there a mouth? It's nothing!" Xuanzang said.

Fuxiang was once again confused by Xuanzang's failure to play the cards according to the routine. According to the logic, shouldn't one be humble in the face of praise?

In fact, how did she know that Xuanzang had three hundred Tang poems in his head, where did she come to?

"Holy Monk, you are very talented. I have an unfeeling request from my family. I wonder if I can write a poem for my family." Fu Xiang asked.

"I never do things for nothing? What can you give?" Xuanzang said.

Hearing this, Fuxiang's face was blushing, with a hint of coquettishness, and said coquettishly: "Holy Monk, if you can really do it. I promise you one condition, you can do whatever you want."

"Anything is fine?" Xuanzang confirmed again.

"Hmm..." Fuxiang nodded, her face shy.

In fact, he is proud of himself in his heart. Sure enough, a man is still a man. Isn't that just right?

At that time, as long as she follows the trend, she will not be able to obtain Xuanzang's energy.

Xuanzang thought about it politely, and then blurted out: "The temples of the clouds are beautiful and golden, and the hibiscus tent is warming up the spring night. The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king will never go to court early."

Although Fuxiang is a monster, but because he has lived for a long time, he has been in the human race for many years, so he is also very talented.

After listening to Xuanzang's poem, his face became even more crimson.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with this poem, the antithesis is neat, the rhetoric is gorgeous but the connotation is not lost, it is very suitable for a woman of her status.

If this poem spreads out, I am afraid it will not be as bright as the moonlight in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground.

And the meaning in the poem seems to imply something!

The hibiscus tent is warm, and the spring night is short...

"There are ten buckets of talent in the world, nine and a half buckets are monopolized by holy monks, I admire them, and I am willing to bow down." Fuxiang said.

At this moment, he has a little favorable impression of Xuanzang, a unique human race.

"Does the condition still count?" Xuanzang asked, ignoring Fuxiang's admiration.

Hearing this, Fu Xiang spat.Sure enough, monks are also men, so they can't wait, they can't help but say: "Holy Monk, take a short rest and let the servants prepare, and besides, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

"Hot tofu? I don't want to eat it. Don't think about it. I'm an upright gentleman. You can just dance to my master. Don't think about it!" Xuanzang said.

It's also because Fu Xiang, the evildoer, didn't reveal his murderous intent.Otherwise, with Xuanzang's character, he would definitely be punished, even a banshee dared to play tricks.

"Dancing?" Fuxiang was silent, a little suffocated.

There are so many ways to insult people, but Xuanzang chose this one.

Although she is in the world of mortals, she is clean and self-sufficient. No matter how powerful she is, how can ordinary people touch her?

Now, it seems that Xuanzang has disgusted him.

Invisibly, this trampled on the pride of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.

"Damn..." Fuxiang cursed in her heart.

She still didn't believe it, Xuanzang was really not tempted at all.

Although she is a monk, she does not believe that all four things are empty.

At this moment, Fuxiang vowed secretly that Xuanzang must return to vulgarity at one point.

After dressing up, Fuxiang held red silks in her hands, ready to dance.

Xuanzang sat on the couch and admired it, feeling very peaceful and unmoved.

He is really looking at it with the eyes of appreciating art, experiencing the life of the world.

Fuxiang's dancing posture is graceful and soft, and she can perform all kinds of difficult movements with ease.

During the dance, Fuxiang watched Xuanzang's expression, and found that his face was like still water, and couldn't help being annoyed.

Intentionally or not, a piece of the veil on her shoulders suddenly slipped off, revealing her white skin like suet jade.Suddenly, the atmosphere in the attic became ambiguous.

"Crafty and cunning!" Xuanzang shook his head.

At the end of the dance, Fu Xiang blushed and gasped lightly.

"Crack! It's okay!"

Xuanzang stood up and said.