Cultivating Ghosts: There is a Pink Skull at the beginning

Chapter 323 Yu Zhen
Hua Haitang is not an important person, even in the current Huazong that is not as good as before, she can only be regarded as a senior sister like a small boss.

They originally planned to leave, but after meeting this seven-step sword fairy, they naturally wanted to get acquainted.

So a group of beauties surrounded Chen Taiyi and came to the medicine field city full of beauties.

Chen Taiyi didn't ride in an ox cart, but sat in an incense cart drinking and chatting with a few beauties. Before he knew it, he became very familiar, cuddled and very intimate.

It feels like drinking flower wine.

Chen Taiyi drank the flower wine in the wine glass, and unconsciously let go of her heart while she was drunk.

And touched the hearts of others.

Just like in Wanmo Ridge back then, it's not that Chen Taiyi doesn't want to play with strange beauties.

In fact, as long as you don't use your brain, you don't mind this kind of thing.

People don't have to use their brains all the time. Maybe they were using their brains just now, but gradually they find that they have done things without thinking.

Of course, Hua Haitang and the beauties around her were not afraid of this man's mistakes, they all acted like crazy bees and butterflies who fell in love with Chen Taiyi, and acted like wild bees and butterflies in the carriage.

Chen Taiyi was in a great mood being praised by several beauties, when he heard a message from a girl outside.

"Young Master, Mr. Plum Blossom, Huamancheng sent someone to invite you to Baihualou as a guest. Yang Yuzhen from Yuzhou City is also with you."

As soon as Chen Tai heard the name of Mr. Plum Hua, he felt very embarrassed, "No, no, I don't know him, and I don't want to see him."

The maid waited and saw that there was no more talking in the carriage, so she went to decline the invitation over there.

At this time, in the carriage, Hua Haitang began to introduce the plum blossom boy to Chen Taiyi.

"Hua Mancheng is the only son of the previous suzerain. He hid it very well before, but it was only these years that he made it public."

"He has a deep relationship with our Huazong and knows many important people. I heard that he has a close relationship with the two elders, Hua Ziyi and Hua Lianyi."

Chen Taiyi put his arms around the girl and asked curiously: "I know that Hua Ziyi and Hua Lianyi have been in Jiangzhou for many years, and they have left Huazong for these years. Is the relationship still important?"

"Why is it not important?" Hua Haitang said affirmatively, "Those two elders have established a branch in the Yue Kingdom, and with the support of the King of Yue, they are important ministers in the Huazong."

Chen Taiyi needs to explain some things, "But the two of them are not the guests of the King of Yue. I heard that Huazong wanted to move to Jiangzhou, but the King of Yue directly refused to agree, so it seems that the two of them are not important."

Hua Haitang looked at Chen Taiyi suspiciously, "I don't know about these things, how did you know, my lord?"

"I know some officials in the Yue country. Many people in the Yue country are interested in cultivating immortals and poetry."

Chen Taiyi found a perfect explanation.

Hua Haitang believed it, and said, "That's great now, there are fewer and fewer Nascent Soul cultivators here in Weiguo, and besides the two elders who are outside, our Huazong now has only the suzerain master. baby."

A woman next to him said: "Since the advent of the National Cauldron, the spiritual energy has gathered towards the treasure land of Wangcheng, and even the spiritual energy of the spiritual veins of the Lingshi has automatically converged towards the place where the Guoding is located."

"The dragon's veins are easier. Our Huazong's spirit grass and fairy medicine have lost a lot. The business is not as good as before. Not to mention, the spells in the entire mountain gate can't be improved."

"Fortunately, I finally got some relatives with the royal family of the Wei Kingdom, got married, and relied on Fuze, who has many famous ladies, so I persisted."

Mrs. Chen asked cautiously: "Then how many Nascent Soul masters are there in Weiguo now?"

"I don't know, but just knowing that many powerful people are looking for panacea, there must be something wrong with their cultivation."

The Huazong's main business is selling and planting medicines, followed by liaison and exchanging information.

Chen Taiyi suddenly had a feeling that those Nascent Souls who were killed by Bai Hongzhuang in a daze before were probably not ordinary characters.

With so many such unusual characters dying, something might be wrong.

What does it matter to me?I didn't kill people, I don't know anything~
Knowing and pretending not to know, Chen Taiyi certainly knew that this was a bad thing, so he decided not to admit it and forget about it.

He quickly drank happily, cuddled with the beautiful woman, and happily forgot about this troublesome thing.

Yaotian City has expanded dozens of times, and Chen Taiyi and Hua Haitang couldn't find a clean inn.

There were vacant rooms, but Chen Taiyi felt that he was going to make some noise tonight, so he didn't want to disturb the people, and he didn't want passers-by living next door.

He just wanted to private room for the night and find some cleaner place.

After changing several hotels in a row, Hua Haitang said helplessly, "My lord, it's a big event right now, and there are countless businessmen and tourists coming and going. It's really hard to find a clean place to stay."

Chen Taiyi also felt like this.

"Why is it so difficult?" A cheerful voice came over.

When Mrs. Chen looked over, she saw a few people coming in from the entrance of the inn.

The leading man is about 25 or [-] years old, wearing brocade clothes and jade clothes, with a bright yellow ribbon around his waist. Although the clothes on his body are luxurious and bright, they also give off the gentle temperament of a gentleman in white.

Calm and unhurried, elegant and indifferent, I even feel that this is a cheerful and easy-talking young man.

"I've met Mr.! Xiaosheng is Hua Mancheng, a disciple of the Hua Sect. Last month, I heard about Mr.'s talent in seven steps. After reading it all night, I didn't feel like crying. I admire Mr. Chen!"

Hua Mancheng bowed his hands, and said confidently and a little excitedly: "If you don't dislike it, Xiaosheng has a quiet house in the city, and I am willing to give it to you!"

Mrs. Chen didn't dislike this man either, she felt as if she was surrounded by women, so she said: "Then respect is worse than obedience, a gentleman doesn't steal people's love, I'm just staying for two days, after a few days I'll be ready." Continue to travel mountains and rivers."

Hua Mancheng said happily: "Mr. is a fairy, so naturally he doesn't like these vulgar things. I have already set up wine and food in Baihualou, and I am here to invite you to have a drink together."

Mrs. Chen nodded, and then looked at a beautiful woman at the door looking at her.

Seeing this, Hua Mancheng introduced with a smile: "This lady is the daughter of the city lord of Yuzhou, Yang Yuzhen."

Mrs. Chen saw many beautiful women, but she was still very happy when she saw a beautiful woman...

"So it's Miss Yang." Chen Taiyi greeted happily.

Yang Yuzhen looked at Chen Taiyi with a frown, and stood at the door and said slowly: "I heard that Lay Qinglian has a brilliant literary talent and speaks well. The little girl has never met her husband, so I don't believe the rumors."

Chen Taiyi felt that the other party spoke nicely, itchy and crispy~
"Miss Yuzhen, please be careful with your words." Hua Manlou said unhappily: "Mr.'s name is like a thunderbolt. He not only composed poems in seven steps, but also used poems to paint paintings. He sealed seven Nascent Soul monsters. With this strength alone, Who dares to impersonate?"

Yang Yuzhen looked at Chen Taiyi, and always felt that this person was a little different from the poet he thought of, and that his name was not worthy of his name.

Hua Manlou apologized to Chen Taiyi again with a guilty expression, "Sir, please don't blame me. Miss Yuzhen's father is a secular disciple of the Bunuseng King of Wanfo Mountain. A while ago, Bunuseng disappeared. Miss Yuzhen's Father was seriously ill again, so he came to Yaotian County to seek good medicine."

Mrs. Chen felt very bad, as if Tang Seng met an old woman with bone essence makeup coming to look for her daughter, and just wanted to avoid her.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Chen Taiyi was extremely embarrassed.

Yang Yuzhen looked at Chen Taiyi, and felt even more unusual.

"Don't worry about my father's affairs." Yang Yuzhen said to Chen Taiyi: "Yuzhen heard that Mr. is a great talent, if Mr. can write a poem impromptu, Yuzhen will believe it."

Chen Taiyi said directly: "What poem to write? Why don't you just write about your mother. I've been out for so long, and I feel a little homesick."

Chen Taiyi was about to carry the thread in the hands of his loving mother, but the maid beside Yang Yuzhen opened her mouth and said, "Just write a poem with my young lady? If you can do it, let alone a house, there are even spirit stones!"

Yang Yuzhen didn't stop her. Their family had thought about asking the seven-step poet to help write poems to raise their reputation.

This time, I came to participate in the Hundred Flowers Conference to suppress Wanhua and be beautiful to all the girls!

However, an accident happened. The monk who was supposed to come to suppress the forces behind his opponent died suddenly, and Wanfoshan did not dare to act rashly for the time being.

Yang Yuzhen was not afraid of the monk who sealed the seven demon kings, nor was he afraid of the monk who was not angry.

When she was very young, someone told her that she was the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva.

Neither the Golden Core cultivator nor the Nascent Soul cultivator could hurt her.

"If Mr. can write a poem for my daughter, my daughter should be grateful to Mr. Yang Yu is really confident, just want to see how powerful this seven-step poet is.

Chen Taiyi thought for a second, then carefully looked at Yang Yuzhen's face and chest a few times, and then a few more times.

Yang Yuzhen was not angry, but her expression became more majestic and serious.

Mrs. Chen was surprisingly perceptive about whether a woman was angry or not.

"Yun thinks about clothes and flowers..."

Chen Taiyi quickly waved his hand, and performed a famous stunt that only needs less than one level of Qi training! !
Little Treasure Spring Breeze Fish Dragon Tai Chi Eighteen Palms! !

It seemed that Chen Taiyi couldn't remember the name himself.

But the effect was still very strong. Before he waved his hand, a gust of wind blew towards Yang Yuzhen.

The rippling spring breeze blew in front of Yang Yuzhen.

Yang Yuzhen didn't care about Chen Taiyi's spells. He was just listening to Chen Taiyi's "Yun Xiang Clothes and Flowers Xiangrong" seriously, when he suddenly felt a strange wind blowing on his chest, followed by his clothes becoming loose and his body feeling weak.

The reincarnation of the Bodhisattva, a person who is not afraid of all kinds of magic spells, was actually hit by this soft spell, and even couldn't help but took two steps back, leaning gently on the threshold.

As if he was destined to be his nemesis, Yang Yuzhen couldn't resist at all! !
Chen Taiyi watched the woman retreat to the threshold, smiled and continued to read the poem.

"Yun wants to look like clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold to reveal Hualong. If it hadn't been seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would have met Yaotai under the moon."

"Good! Great poem!" Hua Mancheng's eyes lit up and he applauded excitedly.

Yang Yuzhen didn't dare to be presumptuous now. First, he felt that this person was really talented, and second, he didn't know why, but he couldn't raise the strength to resist.

"Forgive me sir, Yuzhen was really rude just now!"

When Yang Yuzhen looked at Chen Taiyi again, he felt that this person was good-looking and talented, and the water in his heart was stirred up by the spring breeze to ripple.

(End of this chapter)