Chapter Thirteen Outside the building
Xiaoyao Tower, a four-story pavilion that stands out in the most prosperous area of the city, is more than ten feet high, majestic and decorated with carved beams and painted pillars.
The girl and the boy who are responsible for greeting the door actually both have the cultivation of Qi Condensation, and the girl has picturesque eyebrows and charming smile, while the boy is handsome and graceful, like a spring breeze.
In Li Ziran's view, this kind of handwriting is extremely rare even among the many big cities in the east.
"Little Taoist priest, how high is your cultivation level?" Gu Qingying approached him and asked quietly.
"Very high, what's wrong?" Li Ziran didn't know why Gu Qingying suddenly asked this.
"Oh, forget it. Just show your highest cultivation level and we can be arranged in a good position when we go in." The little girl curled her lips and climbed up the stairs, very dissatisfied with Li Ziran's concealment.
A girl in a white dress greeted the people approaching and smiled before saying anything: "Guys, welcome to Xiaoyao Building, may I ask..."
Before the next words were spoken, she felt that the young Taoist priest was actually exuding spiritual consciousness from the Guiyuan realm. She couldn't help but open her eyes wide, open her mouth slightly, and froze in shock. Other doormen and guests around her also
They all looked sideways, and then quickly turned aside, not daring to look more for fear of disturbing the distinguished guests. At the same time, they thought to themselves, no wonder there are two such beautiful fairies traveling together.
Only Zhu Shunyi, who was following behind him step by step, didn't react at all. One was because he had just entered the practice and didn't know what the realm was. The other was that even if he knew, he wouldn't be surprised. In his heart, the difference between Li Ziran and the Great Sage
The portions are the same.
One gives him rebirth and the other gives him a future. Even if Li Ziran said that he was a land god, Zhu Shunyi would believe it without hesitation.
But the most surprised people here are Gu Qingying and Zhang Ruyue. Especially Zhang Ruyue, she has made the best guess possible, thinking that Li Ziran should be a genius disciple sent by a certain sect to experience, and his cultivation can even reach the late stage of Kaiyang. Who knows
He turned out to be in the Guiyuan realm, and he looked to be only in his twenties. You must know that she, Gu Qingying's master, and the city lord of Dangyang City were only in the middle Guiyuan realm. But they were already hundred-year-old monks
.
Who is this little Taoist priest and how did he practice it?
If Master Li told them that he was truly in the early stage of Zhenxuan, he would probably shock these people's jaws.
However, Li Zizi knows his own family affairs, and with his cultivation, he can barely cope with the second-rate cultivation sect in the world, but who is his enemy? There are several sword pavilions in the sword pavilion and Tongshen, oh, and there are
Xiang Tai'a, a madman who was sealed in a rock and climbed out from nowhere to kill himself at the peak of Dongxu.
The little girl Gu Qingying was shocked at first, and then she saw the respectful looks from the people around her. She couldn't help but feel a little proud, raised her little face slightly, and said in a low voice: "Ahem, what are you doing standing there, why don't you give me a chance to stand in front of this heroine?"
lead the way."
Listening to the pretended low voice and the little girl's superior attitude, Li Ziran couldn't help but laugh out loud. Why is this little girl so full of drama!
When the girl Menying heard this, she was startled awake, and saw Li Ziran's expression twisted because he was suppressing laughter. She thought that the Guiyuan monk was going to be angry, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on her forehead, and she said tremblingly: "Senior, little girl
I know I was wrong, but I still hope that my senior will forgive me." After saying this, I almost burst into tears.
Li Ziran smiled and waved with his eyes narrowed: "It's okay, don't be nervous, girl, it's my first time here, let's take us in first, and I hope the girl will not hesitate to recommend a few signature dishes to us."
After listening to Li Ziran's gentle voice, the face of the white-skirted doorkeeper looked much better. She glanced at Gu Qingying cautiously, feeling a little ashamed. She bowed and said, "Thank you, senior. Seniors, please come in."
"You are the only one who knows how to be a good person, huh, you are such a playboy."
Gu Qingying wrinkled her nose at Li Ziran and walked in the door first with muttering in her mouth.
When the lanterns first came on, guests were already arriving in the hall and the surrounding private rooms one after another. On a well-head-like protrusion in the center, there was a fire-attribute spiritual stone inlaid, exuding bursts of warmth.
Some of these people were in twos and threes, and some were drinking by themselves. They were all focused on the high platform located on the north side, waiting for tonight's drama.
The white-skirted doorman led several people to a box located very close to the high platform, and then took out a very exquisite menu card and introduced it carefully.
Li Ziran randomly ordered a few local specialties that he had never tried before, and turned his head back. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a light gray robe and holding a wooden folding fan had already arrived at the desk.
He is a person who likes story telling and ditties. One of the few non-derogatory comments the old man made about him was: "There is some fireworks."
The storyteller bowed to all directions, grabbed the tree and patted it on the table, and the crisp sound rippled through the entire hall. In an instant, the voices everywhere became much lower, waiting for the show to begin.
"I was startled by a dream in the middle of the night in the spring. Fame and wealth are just like duckweed. Now you listen to my words and realize the true meaning. You are a prince~"
As soon as the opening poem came out, Li Ziran frowned, and then looked at the intoxicated expressions of the audience around him, and couldn't help but feel enlightened.
This storyteller is from the late Guiyuan period, and is a music practitioner just like the struggling little girl. However, this person is also a master, and he is definitely not in need of these small rewards. What is he planning?
Li Ziran stood up quietly and transferred a stream of profound energy into Gu Qingying's body. He left Zhu Shunyi a note waiting for me here, and then walked outside. It was also a music technique, and the little girl relied on her own
If the Xuan Qi is freed, it will be of great benefit.
There is no need to listen to this book anymore. The person on the stage is not a storyteller at all, but a monk with other agendas. His purpose of hiding here is probably not unrelated to Master Zhang Ruyue's purpose of coming here.
In addition, when they were in the mountains, the monks in Yangcheng that the two described were different from the ones they had now. When they first entered the city, Li Ziran felt several returning breaths sweep over him. If this was like what Lu Qingying said
The city lord is the number one expert here and dominates the area, so who do these hidden people count?
But these have nothing to do with him. The Jiange is like a big mountain pressing on him, a young Zhenxuan monk, so how can he be in the mood to worry about other things.
After leaving Xiaoyao Building, Li Ziran, who was about to find a place to have a bite of snacks, suddenly heard his ears move and looked to the left. He saw a thin old man in ragged clothes, a straw hat on his head, and white hair and beard, playing a pipa.
Ordinary musical instruments.
Bursts of melodies came, tinkling, tinkling, elegant, simple, with the slightest hint of not belonging here.
Li Ziran came closer and stood with his arms folded, his fingers gently moving along with the beat.
Seeing someone, the old man stopped, picked up an invisible gourd next to him and took a bite. Then he started playing by himself, but this time, he sang while playing: "The mountains are clear, the water is beautiful, the sun is high, how about it?"
The wind is blowing~...."
The cold moonlight, the hurried passers-by on the road, an unknown ditty, an old man and a Taoist priest. They are all integrated into this long and timeless melody.
"I don't want anyone but him, do you know~"
The cold wind took away the last ray of notes. The old man's cheeks turned slightly red. He raised his head and looked past the young man in front of him with a pair of deep eyes towards the lights in the distance. He picked up the gourd again, but this time he looked at it.
The young man bowed from a distance and took a long drink.
At this time, the old man's eyes lit up. He saw that the Taoist priest actually took out a jar of wine from his storage bag. He recognized this wine as the strong wine from the north, Zui Xian.
Li Ziran uncorked the bottle, raised the small jar in his hand like the old man did, and then took a big sip. The turbid wine flowed down his neck, and the old man's pupils shrank involuntarily.
He shrank, and the corners of his eyes twitched for a while.
"Ha~" After taking a long breath, Li Ziran put down the jar and moved his lips slightly, but no sound came out. However, the old man opposite seemed to have been cast a restraining charm, and his muscles tensed for a moment. His whole body was motionless.
The eyes showed shock.
Chapter completed!