The opening martial arts myth pushes the world up

Chapter 112: Tibetan Incense Pavilion, Good Book.

When the true sage comes out, he can smash the world to pieces with one palm, and he can crush the earth at will, and when the disaster is over, he can also smash the void to come and go.

Martial Emperor Spirit Emperor came, just the coercive coverage could make Sheng Hua tremble, sigh, and an entire planet was gone. Not to mention the immortal god design above the Martial Emperor Spirit Emperor.

How to play? No fun!

So Shenghua must be transformed, it has to be big, it has to be hard! Thus, the Kyushu Plan came into being!

Of course, the current Kyushu plan is still chilling compared to the Great World of the Gods, but Rome was not built in a day. Although the current Shenghua has a bit of a foundation, it can’t withstand more and tosses.

Let’s take your time, operate step by step, slowly expand Kyushu, expand your worldview.

After all… No one knows whether the current state of San Jua is a complete state of San Jua, and there are many stories that can be unearthed behind this. Retracting his thoughts, Xiao Ran heard the gentle singing voice from the market.

Her singing voice is clear, her voice is soft, and her unique drama carries a woman’s mourning and Chu Chu moving. Xiao Ran turned around, and a special attic came into view.

Hidden Incense Pavilion!

If Xiao Ran guessed correctly, this should be the kind of ancient characteristic industry.

However, there are no those Yingying Yanyan at its door, I think it is different from ordinary ones, and it belongs to a higher grade.

It is said that in this type of building, those women are carefully selected, each appearance is excellent, and they have learned piano and chess calligraphy and painting since childhood, know how to read, dance and ink, and are understanding!

If it weren’t for the status of a pariah, they could also be a lady.

Therefore, the dignitaries and dignitaries love this kind of high-end place, often come here to have fun, and occasionally take away a few Qinghuan who they want to go back to be concubines.

This model is like the Yangzhou skinny horse that was popular in ancient times in Xiao Ran’s previous life! It’s just that compared with the passive helplessness of Yangzhou’s skinny horse, the model of the Tibetan Xiangge is more like another way of survival for the poor.

Xiao Ran is actually not very clear about these, but Xiao Qing often goes in and out of similar places such as Xinghualou, and Xiao Ran knows a little after listening to Xiao Qing.

It is a great place for entertainment, full of extravagance and corruption! Thinking about it, Xiao Ran walked into the Tibetan Incense Pavilion.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a pastime or not, he just wants to see how corrupt it is. Enter the Tibetan Incense Pavilion.

A servant came in front of him. The servant glanced at Xiao Ran.

Looking strange, unlike the familiar customers of the Tibetan Incense Pavilion, they should be newcomers, I don’t know if there is an admission ticket.

The Tibetan Incense Pavilion is a place for entertainment for dignitaries and dignitaries, and they are all characters with heads and faces, naturally they need an admission certificate, otherwise everyone is put in, so what is the difference between their Tibetan Incense Pavilion and the Qinglou?

It not only affected the reputation of the Tibetan Incense Pavilion, but also affected the mood of the nobles.

But the servant saw that Xiao Ran was extraordinarily dressed in luxury, and at a glance, he was the son of a big family, and the average big family could not raise such a son of Zhuo Shijia, and his status must not be low!

He has been guarding the door for many years, and he still has this eyesight, so he didn’t stop Xiao Ran from asking for an entrance ticket.

He greeted him,

“This prince, the little one is a servant of the Tibetan Incense Pavilion, if you need anything, just tell the little one.”

“Judging by your appearance, it should be your first time here, right?”

The servant looked at Xiao Ran as if it was a little unnatural, and he also understood in his heart that the young man was thin-skinned. The first time is not adapted, just get used to it.

So he said,

“Would you like to give you some recommendations?”

“Our girls here can be poetry and songs, Danqing ink, and all kinds of chess skills…”

Xiao Ran stopped the servant, and he pointed to the book on the table in front of him with a strange face.

The servant will be willing,

“Oh! So you came for this book. ”

“I have to say, this book is really well written! It is a rare masterpiece in the flower market in recent years! ”

“The wonderful feelings in it are delicately written, the woman’s gentleness is as detailed as water, and the words and pen are wonderful to the good, which makes people’s faces red and imaginative, and the master’s penmanship is really breathtaking!”

The servant said,

“This book, our Tibetan Incense Pavilion was also bought by chance from the Immortal Cultivator, the quantity is very small, and only our Tibetan Incense Pavilion currently has it.”

“……”

The servant was introduced endlessly.

Xiao Ran quickly flipped through it with a strange look.

……

Very familiar!

“······ She suddenly felt a heat in her body, and the young Daoist in front of her actually took advantage of her…”

Sure enough, it’s this one!

Good guys, you all secretly wrote to publish! After confirming, Xiao Ran flipped through it again.

“……..”

After a long while, Xiao Ran blushed and put away the book. Talent!

Damn it! Hanging Mountain.

The young Daoist ended the day’s cultivation and let out a long breath of turbid qi.

Then, he left the bamboo house and went to the main peak of the Hanging Mountain.

The Taoist priests of the main peak saw the Taoist coming, and quickly saluted respectfully,

“I’ve seen Little Junior Uncle!”

“Little Uncle Good afternoon!”

When some Taoist priests saw the Taoist coming, they quickly hid the book in their arms deeper, and their faces became panicked.

They read this kind of book in broad daylight, if the little uncle knows about it, shouldn’t they feel insulting and expel themselves from the division?

Alas, missteps, should find a place to secretly read, all blame this book for being so well written! The young Taoist priests lowered their heads, not daring to look at the little uncle, for fear of being discovered.

But the young Daoist didn’t say anything, his face was expressionless, he just glanced at a few people, and nodded in response. After that, he hurriedly went to the sect hall of the main peak.

If he doesn’t leave, he won’t be able to hold on.

The disciples breathed a sigh of relief, found a corner, and gathered again to read. The young Taoist arrived at the main hall.

In the main hall, the old master of the Hanging Mountain saw him coming, and said straight to the subject,

“Here, sit down.”

“It’s waiting for you.”

“Senior Brother is so anxious, is it to leave the world, and finally officially hand over the Hanging Mountain to Dao Ye and me?”

The old palm teacher tugged at the corners of his mouth,

“No, it was the Holy Land and the Demon Sect who discussed it, preparing to hold an Immortal Martial Arts Conference to stimulate the young people and encourage them to work hard, so as to provoke the beams of Saint Hua Prefecture as soon as possible.”

“Lao Dao intends to put you in charge of the preparations for the Immortal Martial Conference in my Hanging Mountain, and go to the Holy Land to hand over.”

“Oh.”

Hearing this, the young Taoist just snorted.

The old palm teaches the corner of his eyes to twitch, you oh fart ah work!.