Save the world with a plot

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the wind is like water.

The first round of suzerain game was about to start, whether it was the 40 people present or everyone in the stands, there was a slight tension in their hearts.

It's really strange, I haven't been nervous for eight years. When I broke through the Foundation Establishment/Golden Core/Yuanying/Hua Shen/Fusion, it was only mediocre. Now there are waves in my heart. It seems that my mood needs to be improved.

The older generation really wanted to adjust their mood, but looking at Jing Ze in the field, they finally gave up this tempting idea silently.But the youngsters, on the other hand, put the self-blame and reflection behind them in a flash, and stared at the jade tube in mid-air with burning eyes.

it has started!

"Whoosh——" a jade tablet was shot out of the jade tube, floating in the air, and the small words engraved on it were instantly magnified in the eyes of the monks with amazing eyesight—Qinghui.

Shuashuashuashua, tens of thousands of eyes looked at the direction of Xuanzong, Qinghui stood up bitterly, trying to give Xuanxing and Sheng Junxiao an expression of "I am innocent".

Needless to say, my master uncle didn't hold grudges, but just looking at him a few more times with cold eyes was enough for him.

As for his uncle Ming Che, after nearly 30 years of getting along with him, he has completely recognized the cruel nature of the other party. Even though he usually looks gentle and elegant, he is full of dark water. #At the beginning, I actually thought that this little uncle was gentle and deceitful, I was so naive#

But no matter how he concealed it, the excitement revealed in those eyes still betrayed him.Under the eyes of everyone, he lowered his voice and said like a thief: "Number two, number 22."

This number is really amazing.Even the people whose thoughts were whistling like a flying sword, who had frantically started to guess the person corresponding to the number, couldn't help shaking their brows.

Shen Huai laughed out loud, touched his chin, and under the tense eyes of all the people, he said slowly: "Please get a tail feather from the feather family on the 22nd and give it to the 22nd. Then the [-]nd will take the tail feather Send it back."

The feathers of the Yu clan are a promise of love, and only give gifts to what is tied to the heart, otherwise even the closest relatives cannot touch it.It is extremely difficult to get other people's tail feathers, let alone on the premise of giving them to others, what a shame!As for the person who went back, he would be hated by the other party.We can only hope that No. [-] is a feather clan in itself.Otherwise, this is almost an impossible task.However, no matter how difficult the task is over the years, predecessors have used their wisdom to find a new way, and everyone is still full of confidence and expectation.

After a brief pause, the jade tube floating in the air seemed to know everyone's anxiety. It swayed in a humane manner and scattered two jade tablets in an ink-stained manner.

Number two, number 22.

The jade tablet turned around in mid-air, and there were two names on the list - Ying Yuxian and He Xueqing.

Good guy, the climax comes from the beginning.

Among the 40 people sitting in a circle, a girl in a red dress stood up slowly. At the same time, a woman in white also stood up. The two of them were just opposite each other, looking at each other from a distance.

The hearts of those around the audience were raised immediately, here we come, here we come, the century loves each other and wants to kill each other, at that moment, sparks fly, ashamed to say, everything is kept silent!

Everyone held their breaths and kept silent, staring closely at the people in the arena, their hearts beating like drums.

After a few breaths, the two men's aura rose and they continued to look at each other.

After not breathing for a long time, everyone felt a faint chest pain, and then slowly exhaled—it's okay, they understand, they are shy.

After a quarter of an hour, the two continued to look at each other.

Everyone silently withdrew their gazes and took a sip of tea—it's okay, this kind of big life decision is always difficult, they understand.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the two were still looking at each other.

Although time is always blurred in the eyes of monks, at this moment, every breath is precious.

The wind blows down a leaf, it whirls in mid-air, and falls in front of Ying Yuxian, the two are still looking at each other.

"Cough..." Finally Shenhuai couldn't help coughing, and said what the big guy wanted, "Xian'er, Xueqing, how long are you going to watch?"

Ying Yuxian immediately turned her gaze, and cast a bitter glance at Shen Huai, walked over a few steps, and stretched out her hand at Shen Huai, "Brother Shen Huai, lend me a tail feather."

Shen Huai's eyes shifted, "Xian'er, it's not that my brother doesn't want to help you, but my brother is thinking about your innocence."

After a long struggle, Ying Yuxian finally gave up her dying struggle, she looked at He Xueqing again, and there was a chill on her jade face, "Come on."

As he said that, his figure suddenly changed, turning into a beautiful fiery red warbler, and at the same time, a slender crane appeared in midair, and the two birds fought fiercely in midair, looking like either you die or I live It seemed that everyone's expressions immediately cleared up. #说好很伤的爱情呵# Is it really okay to be so cruel#

During the fight, a piece of red and white feathers scattered from the mid-air, and suddenly the two birds stopped, and their figures changed into two beautiful girls again.

He lowered his head and picked up the feathers on the ground.

The red feather in Ying Yuxian's hand was like flames, and the white feather in He Xueqing's hand was like snow. The two approached each other facing each other.

At this time, everyone was startled—did they just peck off each other's tail feathers?It's amazing!It felt like a door had been opened to something.Hey, why do we need each other, isn't it just one piece?

Ying Yuxian handed the bright red tail feathers to He Xueqing, and He Xueqing also handed the white tail feathers to Ying Yuxian, and the two quickly exchanged back and completed the task.

When they passed each other, Ying Yuxian lowered her head and said to He Xueqing, "Thank you."

If it was only Ying Yuxian who gave it away by herself and was returned, even if it was a game, it would make her, Princess Yaoying, lose face. If they were mutual, it would be fine.

"I just want to finish the task earlier."

"Anyway, I owe you a favor."

Soon, the extremely low voice dissipated in the dark night, but no matter how low it was, it couldn't escape the monks with amazing hearing—— ouch!They seemed to see a wedding triggered by a "favor".

Soon, the second round began——No. 11, NO.[-].Seemingly inspired by Qinghui's choice of numbers, the next person said so.However, it is indeed less likely to offend people.

"Please No. 11 sing a song that makes NO.11 cry. After crying, NO.[-] expresses his feelings and dances to this song."

"..."

"!"

There was a moment of silence.Immediately afterwards, everyone's expressions were strange. Not all of them are born artists who are as good at singing and dancing as Yaozu.If the one drawn is Sect Master Xuan Xing or something, oh, the picture is so beautiful that they dare not think about it.Still crying, isn't this killing Leng Suzhi?

Fortunately, Yutong didn't have the sinister idea of ​​raping everyone's five senses.Neither No. 11 nor No. 11 are cold noodles like Xuan Xing, and they both come from the talented monster clan - No. [-] Jing Ze, No. [-] Shen Huai.Fortunately, fortunately... Shit!

Jingze, that is the uncrowned king of the demon world, No.1 in the mainland, can you imagine a fit master who can sing in front of you?Will tonight be their last night, and Sunset Ridge will eventually become a burial ground or something.

Of course, under the stimulation of such heavyweight bombs, everyone did not forget to gloat.

Hunting geese all day long will always be blinded by geese.Shen Huai had this awareness long ago, and now he died early and surpassed life, and died well.He stood up very calmly, at least on the surface, but his facial expression was still weird when he met Jing Ze's sharp eyes.

He rubbed his nose and smiled, "Master, do you still remember that you sang "Lullaby" to me when I was a child? Huai thinks this is very good."

Jing Ze shook his eyebrows, really wanted to pull out a shoehorn and throw it at that annoying face opposite, seeing that the young phoenix flying all over the sky couldn't survive for a while, and there was no "Lullaby" or "Bird's Nest Song".

However, being disgusted by this, Jing Ze remembered the scene of a fluffy, warm red bird "Jiu Jiu Jiu" pecking on his shoulder decades ago, and finally lost his temper, and his low-pitched singing gradually sounded.

It was a sunny and sunny day. A beautiful water heron came leisurely to the lake to groom and draw water. But there was a thin sobbing sound.

Little Red Carp: "I... I'm so hungry, can you give me something to eat before eating me?"

Water Heron: "..." It caught a few dried shrimps to feed the little red carp, and then let it go back to the lake.

From now on, when the water heron came to the lake occasionally, the little red carp would jump out and chat with it, and the water heron would just ignore it and catch the shrimp.

day to day.

The little red carp also shyly shared the big secret with Shuilu: it is not an ordinary little red carp, but a little red carp with the blood of a golden dragon, and one day it will leap over the dragon gate and become a nine-day flying dragon.

Water Heron: "..."

The little red carp, who was ruthlessly ridiculed before he finished speaking, got into the lake in frustration.

After that, the water heron never saw the little red carp again, and finally one day it came to the lake to call out to each other.

At this time, the singing was urgent, like a green blade cutting through seven feet of ice, and a fierce white sturgeon jumped out.

The water heron struggled with the white sturgeon for a day and a night and finally opened its stomach, but there was no small red carp inside, only a ball of golden light.

The light flew into the sky and turned into a nine-day flying dragon.

The golden dragon flew to the water heron with its head held high: "I am a true blood golden dragon, and I can save myself from danger."

Shuilu gave a silent "um" and closed his eyes.

Jin Long's expression changed drastically, and he rushed over, only to find that there was a large amount of blood on the back of the water heron.

The input of demon power is like sinking into the sea, and there is no way to recover.

What the little red carp didn't finish at the beginning was that one day it will jump over the dragon gate and become a nine-day flying dragon, so that it can protect you forever.

The last singing voice is full of resentment, admiration, weeping and complaining, endlessly.

The Yaozu has a collection of songs called "Excellent Songs", and it is impossible to speak without learning the songs. Each of the eighteen chapters of "Excellent Songs" is familiar to every Yaozu.This song "Xiangxi" is one of them. It talks about dedication, protection, unchanging affection, and the eternal farewell of Huangquanbiluo.

Everyone was brought into a simple and sad artistic conception by this song, a sense of sadness hit their hearts, and they reached the pinnacle of cultivation, and they never saw each other again for nine days and ten places.It was silent for a long time, and the five flavors came one after another.

Xuan Xing suddenly raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jing Ze. According to the narration of "Supreme of the Three Realms", this elder who is in full bloom is already near the end of his life, and will surely die within 30 years. He seemed to feel something in the singing just now, but caught Can't help but...why?

Suddenly the hem of the clothes tightened, Xuan Xing turned his head, Sheng Junxiao.

The person who was far away from him ran over at some point, grabbed the hem of his clothes, looked panic-stricken, opened his mouth, but made no sound, immersed in the sadness of the singing.

Xuan Xing lowered his eyes, looking at the white clothes reflecting his five fingers, like the little black dumpling and that white paper-like youth from long ago.

He spat out his spiritual energy with his fingers, and suddenly took out a skewer of barbecued meat. In the time-stopped space spirit jade, the barbecued meat was still shiny, burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, exuding a shameless fragrance, "Do you want to eat it?"

——It’s different, what they cook is cold, cold, what you cook is warm, and you eat warm, woo…

Sheng Junxiao's breathing was stagnant, and his five fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Snapped--

The barbecue suddenly fell to the ground, and Sheng Junxiao's pupils shrank.

Shen Huai ran over in a hurry and slammed into Xuan Xing.

Caught off guard and unable to hold it firmly, Xuan Xing subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but was dragged by Shen Huai, and said in a low voice: "Good buddy, I rely on you. Quick, use your ice spiritual power to help me get two Let the tears flow naturally."

While everyone was still immersed in the sadness of "Xiangxi", Shen Huai hurriedly used his cultivation to restrain his aura to the extreme, and flew over to try to cheat.I want to cry after listening to the song, isn't this killing him?He looks so old and hasn't shed a crocodile tear yet.

Xuan Xing: "..."

Pulling away the hands that had been tied to his collar, he slowly condensed the ice aura around him, turning the ice into water, and drawing the water into his eyes.

In an instant, Shenhuai burst into tears like rain.

Shen Huai: "..." What about clearing tears as agreed, doesn't it have any sense of beauty?While crying, he strangled Xuan Xing's neck, but there were so many tears that he couldn't speak.

In the shadow behind the two of them, Sheng Junxiao picked up the barbecue in the dust, reached out and rubbed it lightly, and wiped off the dust carefully.Then, looking up at the "frolicking" two people, they threw it out viciously.

Xuan Xing opened Shenhuai with an elbow, Shi Shiran adjusted the front of his clothes, and it was spotless again, without a single wrinkle.Smiles flickered across the corner of his mouth, "I didn't expect you, Shenhuai, to be so emotional."

The voice was neither soft nor loud, and with the blessing of spiritual power, it just passed to everyone's ears.When everyone came back to their senses, they saw Shen Huai leaning on Xuan Xing and crying.

The so-called beauty is beauty, so no matter what you do, it is pleasing to the eye.Shen Huai felt that crying was too miserable and not good enough. In the eyes of everyone, it was "a branch of pear blossom with rain in spring", which was too beautiful to behold, especially with Sect Master Xuanying, who was always more dazzling than the sun and sharper than the tip of a sword. The temperament is very different, and the sudden contrast makes everyone feel the visual impact.

They belatedly discovered that after Ying Yuxian and He Xueqing, Shen Huai and Xuan Xing, the official couples, did not get drawn into the same group. Tenderness tears like rain#

Tears were still flowing like a runaway wild horse, Shen Huai circulated his spiritual power silently, instantly evaporated the "big water" caused by Xuan Xing, and there seemed to be a white smoke from his body, it was really sour for a while.

Xuan Xing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and pushed Shen Huai, "Let's dance."

Everyone's eyes lit up hundreds of degrees, comparable to the best luminous pearls, and the deep night seemed to be as bright as day for a while--Dancing, the human monks who have been circled for cultivation have never even seen dancing. Although it is not uncommon to see demons and demons, but when the protagonist of the dance is replaced by Shenhuai, there is only "oooooooooo".

In the blink of an eye, she recovered from tears like rain to elegant and gorgeous, Shen Huai rubbed her nose, flew across, climbing flowers and breaking branches.

In the hand is a branch of new plum, the black branches are embellished with rouge color.Red in the bones, like the man in red who is obsessed with this new plum.

He swung the branch horizontally, turning the branch into a sword, and the fire spiritual power poured out from the branch, creating circles of fire pattern, rippling with the jumping people in the middle.

This is the confession of a water heron - a boring life day after day, until he meets a little stupid fish.Stupid fish is disobedient and likes to tell nonsense.Actually slipped away, how could... slip away?

The soothing movements suddenly overflowed with murderous aura, persistent and decisive until exhausted.

You are so stupid, I always want to look at you forever, but unfortunately I can't look at you forever.

Sheng Junxiao had already quietly left at some point, Xuan Xing withdrew their gazes, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the bamboo stick in the grass.

There was a light touch on his shoulder, and he slowly looked back at the person beside him.

"Does it look good?" Shen Huai asked with a smile, the corners of his eyes and brows couldn't help but tremble.

Xuan Xing nodded slowly.

It wasn't until the next round of the jade tube was turned that everyone recovered from the double blow of desolation.

On the way, No. 33, No. 44, No. [-], No. [-], all kinds of unscrupulous tasks were launched one by one.

When Da Fuhua came into battle, the atmosphere completely returned to its peak.

"Thirteen, fourteen." Another draw.

Good number, Shenhuai rubbed his chin, "Then please ask NO.14 to run spiritual power on NO.13's leg and not move. NO.13's mouth contains the spiritual power of phase restraint attribute, let everyone present laugh and talk until NO. 14 It will end after 48 weeks of running spiritual power. During the process, NO.13 and NO.14 must look at each other without blinking."

Forty-eight cycles of aura circulation, this is by no means a small number, let's put it this way, the aura circulation of a cultivator is only ninety-nine 48 weeks a day.This is the rhythm that will kill NO.81. Is there any chance of getting out of breath every minute and running away with spiritual power, and you must always face the threat of NO.14's breath of spiritual energy.

Not to mention NO.13, the spiritual impact of the Xiangke attribute is absolutely unbearable, and you have to "listen to a joke" under the eyes of everyone. If you accidentally laugh out, it will be a lifetime of black history.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the jade tube together, waiting with bated breath for the jade tablet inside to be shot out.