Chapter 936 Hate the Passing Water

‘How can a ghost compare to an immortal? ’

The actor's accent was still echoing in the air. Li Zhouwei stood with his hands behind his back, his index finger resting on his other wrist, tapping silently, as if in tune with the pipa beat below.

The middle-aged man below narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly and showed a bit of a smile. He still said nothing, but the hand that was originally behind his back reached forward and unhooked the gourd from his waist with one hand.

The gourd was small and cute, and I didn't know what kind of wine or ferment it contained. The middle-aged man held it in his hand and took a sip. He put his other hand on his waist and rested his index finger on the middle one of the six small swords. On the hilt.

This carefree attitude is like that of a small official from the next town. He planted a handful of vegetables, plowed the fields, and took a leisurely stroll here to listen to music.

Li Zhouwei did not relax at all.

In his pair of golden eyes, the person in front of him was actually pregnant with extremely terrifying five rays of colorful light, like a hidden dragon in the abyss, dormant in the deep and dark void, sinking in his flawless body. Perfection reaches its peak, everything is as it should be.

‘The great master…the great master of ‘Hongxia’! A great monk with perfect supernatural powers! ’

When Jiangnan monks celebrate their magical powers, they often mention "achieving the five dharma". The older and more prestigious ones will also say "reaching the ultimate level of the five dharma and avoiding great disasters", which refers to the first step to ascending to the fruition position. This person’s magical powers are in a state of perfection!

This is undoubtedly the first level of cultivation below the current True King. There are only a handful of Zifus in the world who can achieve this state and can still walk in the world. Even in the Sun Dao lineage, only the two purples of three yuan and two purples have achieved it. Now in the world, Only Zi Xi, who is rumored to have disappeared without a trace, is clearly in the state of perfected magical powers...Besides the Sun Dao lineage, there is another Jiang Boqing, who is no longer known to be a figure from many years ago.

As for the others, whether it was Chi Wei who was earlier or Si Boxiu who was later, they only cultivated the five great magical powers when their lives were about to end. As for their use of supplementary ginseng and substitute ginseng, how effective was it? Whether they can boast of perfection or not, only they themselves know.

The Li family has never seen a peak cultivator from the Zifu who has perfect magical powers and a long life, and can walk in the world of leisurely life. The Li family has never seen him in so many years. He is the first one in front of him. The last person who has perfect magical powers and walks freely is now three years old. One of the two wizards, [Yuzhen Liujiu Hexu Zhenjun], is a figure sitting on the altar!

As for "Hongxia", what other family can there be?

Luoxia Mountain!

‘What a ghost...Is this some kind of underworld? … Let’s not talk about what Yinsi thinks about Li Qianyuan, how can he stand behind me? I just hope that a few more will break through to the True Lord and leave some golden nature for them! ’

He was practicing on the north bank when he suddenly felt a gravitational force in the dark, which seemed to be pulled by his destiny. On the other hand, the coolness in the rising sun did not stop, and he felt that his life was hanging by a thread. He had no choice but to ride on the wind and follow silently. Pulled in...

Although he had known that the other party would come, and even Tian Huo of the Jin Yu Sect secretly reminded him, telling him that there was a distinguished guest going south, and asking him if he must stay here... But now he saw that he was really a big shot!

‘Did he come here for me, or did he come down south to watch? ’

‘What does it mean to be so slow and leisurely? How many days have passed since my Zi Mansion! With the speed of my supernatural power, I can run to the cape several times and back! If Luoxia really wanted to keep me in the sea and break through under his nose, why was he so slow? ’

‘It seemed like he wanted me to leave, but actually he was reluctant to do so. Seeing that I wasn’t going to leave, he just stopped by. But what would be the consequences if I really left overseas! ’

His expression was downcast, his golden eyes staring straight ahead, and the thoughts in his heart were changing and rising and falling.

"Anyone who is dispatched is a great master with perfect supernatural powers. How many real masters and true kings does Luoxia have?" ’

The Li Guest House was extremely noisy, and his thoughts and thoughts were extremely calm, while Li Zhouluo beside him was covered in cold sweat.

Li Zhouwei used his magical power to arrive at this building for no reason, and then asked someone to secretly pick them up first. There was no doubt that something was wrong.

And for the Zi Mansion to take over, there must be magical powers here to devote themselves to it!

He had no choice but to put down the chopsticks in his hands, looked at Li Jiangzong, and stood up silently. The shopkeeper of Li Kelou who was supposed to be waiting nearby had disappeared. Li Zhouluo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The two of them pretended to be in trouble. Go down the stairs from the side.

The middle position of the entire restaurant is the most conspicuous, and everyone is paying attention to every move. At this moment, it seems that the actor is crying wonderfully, and no one notices that there are only two empty seats left.

Li Zhouwei raised his head slightly, listening to the horn above him praying to heaven, hoping that heaven would return his people, and sang:

"The bones are full of bones, and the blood is frozen in spring. A half-river of red tears floats, and I am a ghost alone... Father and brother! Where have the old times gone? My spirit is cold... My body is like a broken tree with no water roots, and my clothes cannot protect me. Whose family Desolate people…”

The middle-aged man sighed silently when he heard it. Two more gorgeously dressed men appeared on the stage. They were wrapped in white silk around their waists, symbolizing soaring clouds and mists. They listened to the top singing:

"Invite to the Immortal Mountain, sit on the yellow platform, watch the sunset of the sky, the snow candles brighten the spiritual clothes, is everything in the world of mortals appropriate? I hate it is just a floating cloud. The horse is from the Linti Mountain, and the lower boundary of the Xuan window is looking up to the wind, my dear! What's the matter? He’s become a ghost!”

After Li Zhouwei heard this, his hand that was originally resting on his wrist stopped and he said nothing. However, the people around him started shouting, saying one or two sentences about fairies and ghosts. Some even sighed:

"If you don't ask for immortality, what else will you have to live for!"

While he was talking, the old man who had been a demon came on stage again and said aggressively:

"Xingbi Palace, Puyulou, light reflects the blood on the forehead of Guifeng, Sandian Palace, bright moon and rain, collect the nature and turn it into a golden rainbow. If there is a way to become an immortal, how can you get it? I'm afraid it's - the wind blows the flute in disorder, and the dragon's fragrance is self-smoked."

When a play reaches this point, it must be the most exciting moment. People on both sides stretch their necks and look at the stage with sharp eyes. On the one hand, they are worried that the leading role will be bewitched by the demons and ghosts, and on the other hand, they are afraid that the immortals will be disappointed and abandon them.

The leading role immediately cried and complained. The two sides sang and then came on stage. The higher the pitch of the song, the more the atmosphere on the scene was set off. Everyone stopped drinking and chopsticks, and looked at the stage intently.

Li Zhouwei's expression gradually became complicated. As he turned his eyes to the middle-aged man in the audience, the middle-aged man was no longer fully focused. He slightly turned his face to reveal his dignified and upright face.

And the pair of phoenix eyes crossed the distance between the two and stared at him quietly.

His originally brown pupils burst out with strands of colorful light, like a huge turbulent vortex of rosy clouds, twisting in his eyes. At that moment, the distance between the two seemed to be far away in the sky, but also seemed to be right in front of him.

‘Sword…’

Li Zhouwei felt a trace of sharp energy from his pupils that hurt his eyes. It was obviously stored but not released, but it seemed to be able to rise to the distant sky at any time. This sharp energy was hidden in the rosy clouds, like a dragon floating on the water, revealing a scale and a claw.

The Li family started as a family of sword immortals. Not only did the family have a sword canon that suppressed the family's destiny, but there were also many ancestors who were quite accomplished in the sword way. Li Zhouwei was naturally not unfamiliar with it. With just this one glance, he sensed a strong sense of strangeness.

‘It’s not the sword meaning… it’s another direction of the sword meaning, and it’s also a sword… but it’s the sword of Taoism, the sword of magic, and the sword of supernatural power. ’

Li Zhouwei knew that Li Xizhi had a sword technique [Five-color Shenguang Sword Technique], which was very famous and was also related to the glow!

‘Perhaps it was this sword technique that was cultivated to a very high level, making the sword art hidden in the supernatural power. Wherever the supernatural power passed, there was the brilliance of the sword technique! ’

And this piece of rosy rainbow sword energy also gave him a strong sense of life-threatening danger from the bottom of his heart, and even made him measure in an instant:

‘This sword is no worse than ordinary sword intent, and its power is even more immeasurable... Luoxia Mountain... I'm afraid... Chi Wei, Jiang Boqing, are not his opponents, and Duanmu Kui, who dominated the world in the past... is no more than this! ’

The vortex of rosy rainbow sword energy seemed to be an illusion. It only appeared in front of his eyes for a moment and then disappeared, revealing the other party's brown pupils. This great immortal with perfect purple mansion supernatural power did not show any abnormality, but just calmly looked at the pair of golden pupils hidden in the attic.

The cheers around were like the sea and waves. The two seemed to be separated from this world and this period of time, forming their own world, locking everything in this moment of gaze.

But there was a long and melodious singing voice, which echoed in his ears:

"The beautiful young man in Long County, who has been in office for many years, has obtained Pengming and Fengzhao. If it were not for the exclusive county of the family... how could it have been destroyed for ten generations? The immortals are not respected, the gods are difficult to respect, and no ghosts are needed to help. Without you! How can the children of the family survive?"

At this moment, Li Zhouwei lowered his eyebrows slightly, and the [Huayang King's Axe] on his waist looked dark brown and gold in the dark. The cheers in the building became louder and louder, like a landslide and tsunami.

"Pingjin crosses Penglai, the morning light begins to fall, the sword rope is 120 layers, the unicorn leaves home sadly, but if the position has an owner, who can't sit! The old father wants to kill his son, but it's a pity that the immortal Zhenquantai... If it weren't for Feixia Tianshangguan, how many people in the county would survive!"

Li Zhouwei's pupils dilated slightly, his hands rested on the veranda, the look in his eyes became more solemn, making the golden color brighter, he squinted, but still said nothing.

'The old father wants to kill his son...'

Qing Yuqian's light voice and cold words reappeared in his ears:

'The son kills the father, the father kills the son, the father takes the son's love, the son takes the father's power...'

'The son is strong and the father is weak, how can he not take his position... But Mingyang hates the reverse position, how can he not fear his son! '

Li Zhouwei's eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he understood a lot of things in an instant, but the middle-aged man in front of him slowly turned his eyes away and turned to the other side.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, splitting the sea and waves, making people unable to help but follow him, ignoring all the noise and interference around him, and landing on a small table on the periphery.

This small table was only two feet square, which was considered a very cheap seat in this Li Ke Building. A young man in a white robe was sitting at the table, holding a small cup in one hand and chopsticks in the other, staring at the small plate on his table and thinking.

There were two thick slices of pickled radish on the small plate, which made him feel a little unsure about where to start. He turned the chopsticks over and over, as if studying the use of this thing.

As the middle-aged man looked over, he simply threw down his chopsticks and raised his head, revealing a cold and beautiful face, as soft as a woman, with black hair like a waterfall, and as quiet as ice.

He had a handsome face, and his hands and feet were no different from those of ordinary people, but he had an ear on each cheek, which was pointed and long, extending along the curve of the chin to the back of the two ears, which immediately made his temperament change drastically, appearing cold and evil.

Although he did not move, there was a faint circle of colorful light flashing behind his head, showing a circular radiation shape, appearing and disappearing from time to time, which greatly reduced the weird feeling on him and made him look sacred.

Compared with the other party's relaxed and carefree expression, his expression was cold and even a little solemn.

But just when he raised his head, all the noisy sounds disappeared together, and the entire Li Ke Tower was silent. The surroundings had turned into a scene of various forms of living beings, some raising their heads and shouting, some shaking their heads and sighing, some whispering, some loudly commenting, but They all stopped in place like sculptures, the ones holding flesh stopped in mid-air, the wine poured was like crystal hanging, and even the spittle stars were fixed in mid-air, frozen.

But the character on the stage didn't realize it at all, and became more and more comfortable as he performed. The gold and colorful silks that had been prepared long ago fell all over the sky, signaling blessings from the gods. The demons and ghosts receded, and the character finally became an immortal. Several characters around him were all Bow down.

"Receive the immortal position, receive divine light, be rewarded by the immortals for your sincere love, the sun is shining with dragon flags, the clouds are filled with joy and the wind is blowing, half a stick of incense is ringing and the bell is kowtowing, a little bit of immortality is the most true!"

A smile appeared on the face of this great man with perfect supernatural powers, as if he was lamenting the other party's fuss. He was even more interested in the actor on the stage, and was immediately disturbed by this movement and turned around.

But he looked at the stands and found with some regret that it was about to end. He sighed softly, hung the gourd back on his waist, patted the dust on his sleeves, wiped away the smoke from the fireworks on his body, and looked towards Li Zhouwei. Smile softly.

The next moment, the place was empty. There was no trace of a human being anywhere.

Li Zhouwei immediately turned his gaze. The table in the corner was also empty. Even the wine was taken away, leaving only two pieces of radish.

"good!"

Someone's cheers broke the silence in the entire building. For a moment, the entire building turned silent and moved. The wine hanging in the air fell back into the cup. The meat caught on the chopsticks was finally eaten. There was endless noise. With a bang!

"good!"

The sound of jingling copper coins rang out, and people on the left and right began to come on stage to plug in lottery tickets. After an unknown period of time, people gathered around the actors and went out. The noise stopped for a while, and the whole building suddenly dimmed.

But the man in scale armor at the top was still standing quietly. When everything was dim, only those golden eyes were still shining in the darkness, giving people a deep chill.

The whole building suddenly became quiet, so quiet that no sound could be heard. The man in black came up from the steps, and came to Li Zhouwei fearfully. He knelt down first and said respectfully:

"Real person..."

Li Zhouwei's expression showed nothing, but he spoke much slower and said solemnly:

"What kind of show is this?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Chen Yang lowered his head:

"It's "Hate the Passing Water"..."

Characters appearing in this chapter

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Li Zhouwei [early period of Zifu]