Heaven is fearless

"Boom!"

The mahogany tray was pressed heavily on the table, and the white porcelain bowl in the tray jumped a bit, and the dark brown potion inside swung around, and swung back when it was about to splash out.

With a gloomy face, You Gou picked up the bowl and walked to the bamboo couch with hanging curtains. On the couch, the young man in plain white pajamas hid his chin in the quilt, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his breathing was so weak that it was barely audible. It is a withered lotus.

The corner of Yougou's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath: "Get up and drink the medicine!"

The person on the couch was motionless, with quiet eyes.

"Uh...my lord just fell asleep..." A female voice spoke slowly.

You Gou stared back suddenly: "It's not you! The high priest just happened to be sick and dragged him to drink!"

Ayousang by the window posed in a golden rooster independent posture, with one leg raised up close to his ear, a jar of wine on his head, and a chopstick standing upright on the wine jar, for Ayousang who practiced martial arts since childhood Everyone was sweating profusely, their eyes were turned upwards vigorously, and they couldn't help but want to look at the top of their heads even though they knew they couldn't see anything.

Seeing her body start to sway, Yougou raised his voice: "Don't move! Don't use your spiritual power!"

Ayousang pursed her lips, straightened her neck a little, and the silver ornaments all over her body rattled and rattled with her movements, but she still didn't betray her lord witch.

"Are you pretending to walk well? I saw your eyes moving." You Gou said suddenly.

Taking advantage of Yugou's turning around, Ayousang made a face behind her back.

The young man lying on the couch moved his eyelashes and opened his eyes unwillingly.

His eyes are extremely beautiful, filled with clear light, both young and old - two completely different auras are integrated in him, blurring the age of this young man in an instant.

"Ah! My lord, you've been fooled again!" Seeing him open his eyes, Ah Yousang cried out resentfully.

The witch lord rolled his eyes in embarrassment, and smiled flatteringly at Yougou, who was about to materialize with black energy all over his body: "Yougou..."

He intentionally softened his voice, and the sweetness in his smile was full of youthful spirit. Yougou lost his temper at a glance, so he could only force himself to take the bowl in his hand, and said stiffly: "Huo Yao !"

Tian Heng blinked his eyes, not daring to confront You Gou, who had watched him grow up, and arched out from under the quilt, sitting cross-legged like a child, wrapping his left and right hands around the edge of the bowl, even the posture of holding the bowl seemed a bit childish .

"Yougou... Maybe there are a lot of coptis in it, black bitter..."

He wrinkled his face after taking a sip, and looked at You Gou anxiously.

The maiden, who was slender and slim like a girl, looked at him for a while, and finally gave up: "Alright, alright, I'll add mirin to the next bowl."

Tianheng got the guarantee, picked up the bowl contentedly, gulped down the warm medicine, handed the bowl to Yougou, and watched her pack up: "Is there any news from Taisu Sword Sect?"

Ayousang interjected: "No, it's still the same as before, just fly over slowly, do you want to take the dangerous building?"

You Gou picked up the tray: "The dangerous building was originally built for the high priest, what should the high priest bring without the dangerous building?"

Tian Heng clicked his tongue in his heart.

When others go out to bring luggage, he directly takes the house, which is rich.

But when it comes to this, Yougou's expression is still a lot ugly: "If you want me to say, the high priest is sick and tired, so don't go out. If you are tired from the journey, if your condition gets worse..."

The witch in a short dress and long skirt held the tray with a worried expression on her face. She looked at Tianheng as if she was looking at a flower that could not be basked in by the wind or sun. She wished she could hold him in her hand and hide it in her pocket all day long. .

Ayousang still had chopsticks and wine jars on his head, and when he saw Yougou going downstairs, he hurriedly lowered his legs, lifted the wine jars above his head with one hand, and winked at Tianheng who was on the couch: "Hey, hey, you made it, you made it! Yugo forgot to take it away."

Tian Heng watched Ayousang sitting on the window sill and patted the seal with envy, and said with some distress: "Don't drink it empty mouthful... Alas, it should be served with some food! It tastes better with some food!"

Ayousang gulped down a sip with a smile, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction on purpose: "Ah... good wine, good wine, the life of Sajia is worth it."

Tian Heng hugged the quilt and looked at her eagerly, before muttering for a long time: "You still owe me two clothes..."

Hearing this, Ayou Sang stood up and raised her hand to take off her clothes.

She was still wrapped in the outer robe she won from Tian Heng the day before, and when she took it off, only the close-fitting small clothes remained. Tian Heng raised his hand to cover his eyes, and slyly opened the gap between his fingers, revealing a black Eyes: "Take it off! If you take it off, I will ask You Gou to come up and confiscate your wine!"

Ayousang twitched the corners of his lips at this foolish man with a half-smile: "What's the matter, I used to take a bath with sister Ayousang, but now I have learned to call you Gouza?"

Tian Heng turned his gaze away stiffly: "That's time, Xiaodi..."

The girls of the Wu clan were quick and decisive in everything they did. Ayousang pushed Tianheng down on the bed with one hand, picked up the wine jar and pointed at him: "I'm going down, sleep well."

The silent silence returned to the top floor of the dangerous building.

Tian Heng raised his hand, and a deep purple aura immediately appeared on his fingertips, echoing the stars all over his head, as if he was breathing with the heaven and the earth.

To some extent, although the incarnation of the Witch Lord is extremely weak, it is the closest to the way of heaven itself.

The witch master communicates with the nine poles of the stars, surveys the world, and sees the past and future. In fact, it is the ability of the way of heaven to be weakened countless times.

It's just that to use this miraculous authority, the witch master has to pay the price of his life, and mortals are not allowed to peep into the heavens.

Tianheng extinguished the spiritual fire at his fingertips, changed to a comfortable position and lay down, and set off for Kunlun Mountain tomorrow, and then used the incarnation of the ghost king to see the situation of the child of destiny in the ghost, and then tried to find the Destiny Child...

He gradually fell asleep with his mind full of complicated thoughts, but he didn't know that someone had left the ghost and was heading towards the extreme east of the mainland.

The farther you go east, the more beautiful the scenery of the mainland is. The mountains and rivers are bright and beautiful, the world is fresh, and the warblers are singing along the road. A young man in red is lazily leaning on a small boat. He was pressed low, almost covering his entire face, his whole body was tightly wrapped in clothes, and even the fingers holding Penny were wearing leather gloves.

The weirdness of the boatman could not hide the peerless demeanor of the young man on board. Men wearing red clothes would always look nondescript, especially this kind of red that is not restrained at all, it is so dazzling and flamboyant. But only full of surprise.

He looks upright, but there is a strange aura in his bones. With this red dress, he looks like a lingering ghost in the night, with a bloody ghostly aura from his brows and eyes, and a bit of madness He is so down-and-out and crazy, this kind of wonderful temperament makes him stand out from the ordinary people, and people can't help but stick their eyes to him.

Tianguan City holds a spring festival every March [-]rd. Men, women and children walk along the river to break willows in spring. There are flower boats of various rich and powerful families floating on the river. The flower boats several feet high are loaded with flowers of various colors to welcome the god of spring, and there are also dancers in colorful clothes. Dancing on the flower boat, the skirt blooms like a flower.

The people on the shore were commenting on the flower boats of each family, discussing which one would be the leader of the spring competition this year, and they were caught off guard by this small leaf boat that got in and took away their sight.

Compared with other flower boats, this leafy boat is too small to catch the eye. There are no flowers on it, let alone the dancing girls who are charming and charming. But seeing the red dress leaning on the boat, everyone couldn't help but Hold your breath.

——It's not a cliche way of being amazed by appearance, it's just... just a very mysterious feeling. If someone is more perceptive, they should be able to understand that this is a kind of curiosity about danger.

Most people are always curious about unknown things, eager for excitement, and eager for death and danger.

And that person has something closely related to death.

"Whose boat is that?" Someone on the shore asked, "Is it someone who doesn't understand the rules?"

"It's probably true. On the third day of March, for spring, no boats other than flower boats can enter the river. This must be someone from outside, who doesn't know the rules."

Someone is answering the call.

Dozens of flower boats galloped forward beating tight drumbeats, and the spirit stones used to drive the boats were thrown into the mechanism like gravel, and the dancers on the boats danced like clouds, and with the drumbeats, they threw the gold leaf made of petals to both sides of the bank, attracting The people applauded.

This scene of extravagant money quickly grabbed people's attention. Immediately, a cultivator maintaining order shouted to the small boat across the water, asking the boatman to hurry up and get out of the way of the river. The flower boat behind was moving at an extremely fast speed Approaching, and seeing that he would hit him head-on in a short time, the boatman still lowered his head and mechanically rowed the penny in his hand.

On the contrary, the man in red slowly sat up straight. He glanced back, as if he didn't pay attention to the dozens of tall flower boats at all, and laughed: "This river, they can walk, why did I walk?" no?"

The cultivator who maintained order wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was just the most ordinary patrol member in Tianguan City, with a low cultivation base. At this moment, he realized that the person in front of him seemed unusual, so he didn't dare to get angry. Urging him: "Come up first, the flower boat is very powerful, and it would be fatal to hit it. In previous years, there were people who went down the river and hit the flower boat. You can't watch it like that!"

Just as they were talking, the flower boat that took the lead was already approaching.

This flower boat is very grand at first glance. It has a hull several feet high and an exquisite three-story ship building. The deck is full of colorful flowers. From time to time, bouquets of flowers will fall into the river. Ten of the flowers The white-clothed dancer spun with the beat of the drums, and the wide skirt and cuffs flew out crystal-clear colored auras as they spun, reflecting the ethereal aura like a fairy singing in the sun.

Those with good eyesight immediately exclaimed: "Lingshi powder!"

Using crushed spirit stone powder to make coloring props can no longer be called extravagant, but stupid and rich.

"Is it the Quan family's flower boat?"

"It must be, besides his family, who else would use Lingshi to grind powder and sprinkle it for fun. It must be the idea of ​​the youngest of the Quan family again."

People were whispering, and suddenly realized something, and screamed: "I'm about to hit you! Get out of the way!"

They said to avoid it, but they didn't have the intention of really avoiding it. The flower boat was driven by spirit stones, and it traveled extremely fast on the water surface. Moreover, the hull was huge, and it was not possible to stop just by stopping Yes, and at this moment the distance between the flower boat and the small boat is only a few feet away, unless the people on the small boat have cultivated to the realm of being able to fly in the sky, otherwise they can only watch and wait for death.

wait to die?

A ghost that has already died once, if it dies again, what will it become?

Casually thinking about these insignificant things, the young man in red on the small boat remained motionless, but turned his head sideways. The boatman holding the penny was still at the stern one second, and suddenly appeared on the boat in the next second. He raised his head and raised the long pole in his hand.

A shocking scene happened - the huge flower boat stopped in front of the boat!

The boatman held one end of the penny in his hand, and the other end was against the bow of the flower boat. Facing this small penny, the blocked flower boat was really unable to advance or retreat. It was transpiring, the river was turbulent, and the flower boat was neighing like a giant beast, but it couldn't move in front of this penny!

The boatman lowered his head slightly, and stood stiffly, with the penny in his hand against a huge flower boat. This situation was like a tree being shaken by a fly, but the ridiculous thing is that the towering tree was really crushed by a small fly. Pulled up!

The flower boat suddenly went from a fast speed to a standstill, the dancers on the boat rolled into a ball, and the flowers fell into the river like raindrops. The bell rang and smashed to the ground.

"What's going on! Who's blocking my way!" A young man in brocade clothes who was standing around toasting bumped into the baffle of the ship building, and almost flew out of the ship in the air. He crawled out from the baffle and started calling people at the top of his voice.

Seeing that something happened in front of it, the flower boats behind it also stopped their drums and slowed down. The people all stretched their necks, and the voice of the third son of the Quan family was very clear, and it directly spread across the two banks from the water.

"Third Young Master! Someone blocked the flower boat ahead!" The servant hurriedly replied, "It seems that he is a remarkable person."

Quan San pursed his lips and squinted his eyes to look out. The boathouses were all open, but only symbolically surrounded by a baffle up to his waist. He just poked his head out a little and found the A penny resisted the boatman of the flower boat.

"Hiss..." Quan San took a breath and muttered softly, "Master."

He thought for a while, got up quickly, ignored the young masters and ladies who were eating at the same table, put on his shoes and rushed downstairs, the servant chased after him and shouted repeatedly: "Master! The jade crown is crooked!"

Quan San didn't pay attention to him at all, and ran to the deck before he suddenly stopped as if thinking of something, lifted one foot, hopped on the spot twice, took off his short boots, and pulled the jade crown more crookedly. Smiled at the stunned servant, then changed Zhang Qiuxian's thirsty face, pulled the foot with only one shoe left and rushed out again, shouting loudly while rushing: "Brother master! The Quan family has long admired you, master Brother, would you like to come on the boat and have a talk with Quan Sanyi?"