Chapter: 967
On Lanyue Pavilion, two girls, Qinglian and Luoxing, frowned, their expressions were a little displeased. The two girls already had a good impression of Zhuo Wen, but now seeing Zhuo Wen and Mo Yan Wushang alone, they felt natural in their hearts Not very comfortable.
Even Mu Xue, who was sitting by the window, frowned slightly with her beautiful willow eyebrows, but soon regained her composure.
"Old Qiu, let's go!"
Mu Xue said lightly that he and the man with the ghost mask stepped on the huge vermilion bird, and the vermilion bird spread its huge wings and disappeared in Lanyue Pavilion.
Behind the stage, there is a quite elegant winding path, Mo Yan Wushang walked quietly in front, and Zhuo Wen followed quietly, the two of them didn't speak a word.
About half a stick of incense time, a rather elegant courtyard appeared in front of the two of them. The courtyard was surrounded by green onions of Polygonatum odoratum, a hundred flowers were in full bloom, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. It was a unique scenery.
"This is Wushang's residence in Zuichun Pavilion, Mr. Zhuo, let Wushang go in with him!"
Mo Yan Wushang introduced with a light smile, and then slowly walked into the courtyard, followed by Zhuo Wen. In the courtyard, the environment is also very elegant. In the center, stands a pavilion, the pavilion There are stone tables and benches inside.
On the stone table, there was a rectangular guzheng. Mo Yan Wushang came to the pavilion and sat gently in front of the guzheng.
Zhuo Wen did not enter the pavilion, but leaned against a rockery, staring at Mo Yan Wushang with admiration.
It has to be said that this Mo Yan Wushang's temperament is extremely airy, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, extremely indifferent and natural, which can be seen from the surrounding environment of his courtyard.
"Mr. Zhuo, would you like to play "Bodhisattva Man" now?"
Mo Yan Wushang, with those slender hands resting gently on the guzheng, her beautiful eyes as bright as a bright moon, with a hint of a smile, stared at the unruly figure carrying the green coffin in front of her.
"Girl without labor!"
Zhuo Wen smiled lightly, his words were natural and harmonious, for some reason, staying with this woman in front of him, he would involuntarily fall into a peaceful and ethereal state, this is the unique feeling brought to him by Mo Yan Wushang's unique temperament.
The ethereal and quiet sound of the zither slowly sounded from inside the pavilion, like the sound of a stream in a valley, flowing through Zhuo Wen's heart, causing Zhuo Wen to close his eyes involuntarily.
The hills overlap and the golden light fades away, and the clouds on the temples want to burn the snow on their cheeks. Lazy to paint Emei, heavy makeup late to wash.
Looking at the front and rear mirrors of the flower, the flower surface complements each other. New post embroidered Luo Ru, both golden partridges.
The music is natural, the rhythm is graceful, and the melody is quiet. Unknowingly, Zhuo Wen fell into a mysterious realm in the sound of the music...
Yang, like a hundred flowers blooming, gently fiddled with the zither with her jaded hands.
Beauty, music, courtyard, zither, the four artistic conceptions at this moment, complement each other and complement each other, everything looks so elegant.
Boom!
The faint music slowly ended, and Mo Yan Wushang gently opened his eyes, the beautiful eyes like the starry sky, condensed on the figure on the rockery.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen was leaning on the rockery, with his eyes slightly closed, enjoying the beautiful music sounding in his ears, and unknowingly fell into a mysterious realm.
boom!
A thunderous sound suddenly surged out of Zhuo Wen's body. With Zhuo Wen as the center, a terrifying air pressure, like a waterfall hanging upside down, quickly floated up. The rockery behind him was directly crushed by this pressure. Crush into powder.
A terrifying aura soared into the sky, and the countless clouds in the sky thousands of miles high were violently touched and disappeared in smoke.
The realm of Tongxuan, a vision from the sky!
"Is it possible to enter the realm of Tongxuan just by listening to it once?"
Mo Yan Wushang's jade hand froze, looking at the figure who had fallen into the mysterious realm, there was a trace of restlessness in his beautiful eyes.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a slight smile, Mo Yan Wushang twitched his jade hand, and the clear and clear sound of the guzheng sounded slowly, like a waterfall flowing down...
Time, like quicksand between fingers, is passing by gradually, accompanied by that unruly figure, accompanied by that melodious guzheng, accompanied by that beautiful figure sitting cross-legged, everything seems so natural.
On the second day, in the cool morning, with a cool breeze to greet the rising sun, the sound of the guzheng in the courtyard also stopped abruptly.
Slowly opening his eyes, Zhuo Wen's gaze was filled with brilliance, and a more surging aura than before overflowed from his body.
"Is it the middle stage of the six rounds of Emperor Realm?"
Feeling the powerful power contained in his body at this moment, Zhuo Wen showed a joyful smile, Mo Yan Wushang's "Bodhisattva Man" is really magical, he just listened to one song, and he entered the realm of Tongxuan.
Originally, it would take at least a few months for him to be promoted to the middle stage of the sixth round of Extreme Realm, but now he has exceeded his quota in just one night.
Moreover, in the realm of Tongxuan, Zhuo Wen's comprehension ability is extremely terrifying, and his grasp of spear intent is becoming more and more handy. Although he has not broken through to reach the peak level, he is much stronger than the beginning.
If Zhuo Wen used his spear intent to face Master Yanhuo's Black Flame Blaster again now, he would be confident in blocking the Black Flame Blaster.
"Miss Wushang, thank you very much this time!" Zhuo Wen hastily smiled at the beautiful figure on the pavilion. JrNovels.com
Even Mu Xue, who was sitting by the window, frowned slightly with her beautiful willow eyebrows, but soon regained her composure.
"Old Qiu, let's go!"
Mu Xue said lightly that he and the man with the ghost mask stepped on the huge vermilion bird, and the vermilion bird spread its huge wings and disappeared in Lanyue Pavilion.
Behind the stage, there is a quite elegant winding path, Mo Yan Wushang walked quietly in front, and Zhuo Wen followed quietly, the two of them didn't speak a word.
About half a stick of incense time, a rather elegant courtyard appeared in front of the two of them. The courtyard was surrounded by green onions of Polygonatum odoratum, a hundred flowers were in full bloom, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. It was a unique scenery.
"This is Wushang's residence in Zuichun Pavilion, Mr. Zhuo, let Wushang go in with him!"
Mo Yan Wushang introduced with a light smile, and then slowly walked into the courtyard, followed by Zhuo Wen. In the courtyard, the environment is also very elegant. In the center, stands a pavilion, the pavilion There are stone tables and benches inside.
On the stone table, there was a rectangular guzheng. Mo Yan Wushang came to the pavilion and sat gently in front of the guzheng.
Zhuo Wen did not enter the pavilion, but leaned against a rockery, staring at Mo Yan Wushang with admiration.
It has to be said that this Mo Yan Wushang's temperament is extremely airy, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, extremely indifferent and natural, which can be seen from the surrounding environment of his courtyard.
"Mr. Zhuo, would you like to play "Bodhisattva Man" now?"
Mo Yan Wushang, with those slender hands resting gently on the guzheng, her beautiful eyes as bright as a bright moon, with a hint of a smile, stared at the unruly figure carrying the green coffin in front of her.
"Girl without labor!"
Zhuo Wen smiled lightly, his words were natural and harmonious, for some reason, staying with this woman in front of him, he would involuntarily fall into a peaceful and ethereal state, this is the unique feeling brought to him by Mo Yan Wushang's unique temperament.
The ethereal and quiet sound of the zither slowly sounded from inside the pavilion, like the sound of a stream in a valley, flowing through Zhuo Wen's heart, causing Zhuo Wen to close his eyes involuntarily.
The hills overlap and the golden light fades away, and the clouds on the temples want to burn the snow on their cheeks. Lazy to paint Emei, heavy makeup late to wash.
Looking at the front and rear mirrors of the flower, the flower surface complements each other. New post embroidered Luo Ru, both golden partridges.
The music is natural, the rhythm is graceful, and the melody is quiet. Unknowingly, Zhuo Wen fell into a mysterious realm in the sound of the music...
Yang, like a hundred flowers blooming, gently fiddled with the zither with her jaded hands.
Beauty, music, courtyard, zither, the four artistic conceptions at this moment, complement each other and complement each other, everything looks so elegant.
Boom!
The faint music slowly ended, and Mo Yan Wushang gently opened his eyes, the beautiful eyes like the starry sky, condensed on the figure on the rockery.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen was leaning on the rockery, with his eyes slightly closed, enjoying the beautiful music sounding in his ears, and unknowingly fell into a mysterious realm.
boom!
A thunderous sound suddenly surged out of Zhuo Wen's body. With Zhuo Wen as the center, a terrifying air pressure, like a waterfall hanging upside down, quickly floated up. The rockery behind him was directly crushed by this pressure. Crush into powder.
A terrifying aura soared into the sky, and the countless clouds in the sky thousands of miles high were violently touched and disappeared in smoke.
The realm of Tongxuan, a vision from the sky!
"Is it possible to enter the realm of Tongxuan just by listening to it once?"
Mo Yan Wushang's jade hand froze, looking at the figure who had fallen into the mysterious realm, there was a trace of restlessness in his beautiful eyes.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a slight smile, Mo Yan Wushang twitched his jade hand, and the clear and clear sound of the guzheng sounded slowly, like a waterfall flowing down...
Time, like quicksand between fingers, is passing by gradually, accompanied by that unruly figure, accompanied by that melodious guzheng, accompanied by that beautiful figure sitting cross-legged, everything seems so natural.
On the second day, in the cool morning, with a cool breeze to greet the rising sun, the sound of the guzheng in the courtyard also stopped abruptly.
Slowly opening his eyes, Zhuo Wen's gaze was filled with brilliance, and a more surging aura than before overflowed from his body.
"Is it the middle stage of the six rounds of Emperor Realm?"
Feeling the powerful power contained in his body at this moment, Zhuo Wen showed a joyful smile, Mo Yan Wushang's "Bodhisattva Man" is really magical, he just listened to one song, and he entered the realm of Tongxuan.
Originally, it would take at least a few months for him to be promoted to the middle stage of the sixth round of Extreme Realm, but now he has exceeded his quota in just one night.
Moreover, in the realm of Tongxuan, Zhuo Wen's comprehension ability is extremely terrifying, and his grasp of spear intent is becoming more and more handy. Although he has not broken through to reach the peak level, he is much stronger than the beginning.
If Zhuo Wen used his spear intent to face Master Yanhuo's Black Flame Blaster again now, he would be confident in blocking the Black Flame Blaster.
"Miss Wushang, thank you very much this time!" Zhuo Wen hastily smiled at the beautiful figure on the pavilion. JrNovels.com
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