On the water pavilion singing stage in the patio, the sound of the golden drum and horn zither sounded again.

Two teams of palace dancers with high buns and clouds came waving round fans and singing with graceful lotus steps.

Chang Kaishen didn't care about the gods' chatting, and took a group of brothers in the sand pot to blow the rogue's whistle.

Although these dancers can run horses and stand up with fists, even if they are skillfully dressed up, they can't hide their sighs of stubble and towering Adam's apple. However, the "they'' eyebrows and eyes are separated by the tenderness of wanting to speak but still stop, and their dancing postures are sometimes dignified and sometimes dissolute. There is another unique style that seduces sentient beings in every move, which is very in line with the aesthetic taste of monks who are not accustomed and unfamiliar. The atmosphere in Sanjiang Pavilion instantly ignits.

The monks upstairs and downstairs took out the spiritual sand, and the scattered flowers of the goddess seemed to be thrown around on the stage. For a moment, the milky white light of the spiritual sand flashed everywhere on the stage, and the ground jumped like big beads falling on the jade plate.

Chang Kaishen contributed more than 200 pieces of spiritual sand that he had just earned in the release pond this morning and distributed it to his junior brothers to his grand coins.

In fact, they will not be laughed at if they don’t give rewards. According to the default rules of the cultivation world, Kaizi who is qualified to show off in brothels and slapped hammers must at least be a cultivator who earns more than ten thousand spirit sand a month - those who can have this promising are either elites at the sixth level of Qi refining in various sects, or casual cultivators with one skill.

But who is Chang Kaishen? How can you lose face in such an occasion?

That is, there is not much spiritual sand in his pocket at this moment. If he had a hundred or eighty thousand spiritual sand on hand, he would really dare to take a spiritual sand bath for these dancers so that the natives of the Yanbu world could also see the strength of the Chinese tyrants.

"In a relatively high-end funeral, the head must be silk made of various spiritual silks. If you use the spirit sand and spirit stones to make up, the pink heads will laugh at it on the spot." Qi Dian felt that he was still unsatisfied. He was at least a dozen pieces of spiritual sand. Brothers, throw them on the stage one by one. The salary of the eldest brother earned today was exhausted in just a few seconds.

As seniors, Xie Yue and Liu Miaoxiang can't collapse now, so they have to bite the bullet and take out a handful of spiritual sand from their pockets to let their junior brothers pretend to be rich.

They only earn a few hundred yuan a month, and they usually want to break a piece of spiritual sand into two halves. How could they ever be fat like this? Seeing that the spiritual sand obtained from blood and sweat were thrown out by the junior brothers, they shivered in pain, but they had to pretend to be calm and gentle on their faces, which made them feel so uncomfortable.

A huge golden lotus lantern rose slowly from the center of the singing stage under the stars of the palace dress dancers arched into the moon.

The petals of the Baolian Lantern slowly opened, revealing a cluster of swaying flames like water snakes.

The palace dancers shook their fans and pulled away. The lights sounded crisply and suddenly exploded into a cloud of smoke and sparks.

On the lampstand of the Baolian Lantern, there was a small figure sitting cross-legged.

Zong Heng's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he changed from laziness to alertness.

The smoke gradually spread out, and the figure was a bald monk less than three inches tall. His petite figure, like a tea pet, made him cry with blood.

Bathed with the floating sparks, the mini monk shook his clothes and stood up, walked seven steps, pointed to the sky and painted the earth, and roared out the final poem of the monk Lanruo Temple with a milky voice: "The sky is full of frost in ten miles, and the blue hair is filled with sorrow in the past!"

After saying that, a hollow somersault jumped off the lampstand of the Baolian Lantern and knelt on one knee with an extremely handsome ninja.

The palace dress dancers rushed in like flowing clouds and water, and their violent dances swept through like raging waves.

The little monk slowly raised his head and stood up, his whole body rising up like the rising moon in the sea, changing from a three-inch-long miniature body to a seven-foot-high body.

Zong Heng withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but lick his dry lips with his tongue.

The brothers and sisters did not notice his abnormality, because everyone was also shocked by the monk's big and small fetal transformation technique. Faced with such eye-catching high-level spells, the rookie Xiaobai could only look up to him.

"Senior Brother Xieyue, which big shot is this Lanruo Temple?" Chang Kaishen stroked his temples with both hands to show his innocence. Except when he looked in the mirror, this monk was probably the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He had a big head, ears and shoulders, tender body, and delicate skin. Although his figure was very strong and powerful, he exuded a charming atmosphere from his bones. Especially his beautiful eyes, full of the proud and outrageous intention of riding the wind, making people drunk without feeling like drinking mellow wine.

"I think this kind of beauty in the world will not be someone else." Xie Yue gave the answer without even thinking about it: "It must be the number one handsome man in Lanruo Temple, Master Yi, who is the second-level foundation-building master!"

The flute, Liu Miaoxiang, Qidian, and Zong Heng all heard about the famous reputation of the most beautiful man in Lanruo Temple, and they all said that he must be right.

Chang Kaishen thought to himself that if this guy is a second-level cultivator in the foundation building, I will broadcast the hang on the live broadcast!

The true energy fluctuations radiated from this monk were almost as powerful as Kunlun for 30,000 miles. Not only did they far exceed the strength of the foundation-building monk, but they were even inferior to the level of the Golden Pill monk. They were not inferior to any old Nascent Soul monster he had ever seen.

However, the top scholar soon realized that he seemed to have made a stereotype mistake. Lanruo Temple is different from Maha Wuliang Palace. It is a ghost cultivation sect and does not accept human disciples. There are all Yin gods and ghost masters all over the sect.

Like the monks of the demon clan, the monks of the ghost clan are also in the binary form of "human form" and "original form". If the "human form" state of the Dasiyi is the foundation-building fruit position, then his "original form" must be some particularly awesome undead creature, so the true energy fluctuations will be such an amazing scale! Considering that the ghost clan will also cut off the first-level fruit position due to "sunlight punishment" during the day, this guy's true body level is probably better than the original form of the Black Mountain Old Demon II - the fourth-grade monster "Great Wilderness Divine Elephant" that is comparable to the US dollar infant cultivator!

"The Sanjiang Pavilion we are in is actually the property of Master Dasiyi." Xie Yue is obviously a little fan of this beautiful monk. When he mentioned him, he was like talking: "Do you dare to believe it? Master Dasiyi only took more than a hundred years to start from scratch and opened Sanjiang Pavilion in every market in our small Fozhou cultivation world. He also successfully broke through the bottleneck of foundation-building. He did not delay his practice and earned billions of dollars. He is truly a role model for us!"

Chang Kaishen thought to himself that this was just a living domineering president: "Why did this great teacher think of opening a brothel? Is it because he encountered a barrier to knowledge and views on the road to cultivation?"

"Is there any more to ask? If I hadn't wanted to use the fireworks, play in the dust and find inspiration, and build a foundation with famous families like him, how could I have been willing to put down my body and become the owner of the brothel?"

"To be honest, the Dasi Yi is definitely the right way to open the kiln." Qi Dian interrupted with envy and jealousy: "I heard that he used the near-water tower of Sanjiang Pavilion to cast male and female swords and set up Yin and Yang furnaces to temper the "big mud and water elixir method" to the realm of "golden gun lamp grass" in which man and pestle are integrated. From then on, he became the recognized number one saint in the room in our little Fozhou, and was nicknamed "Lan grass monk"!"

There was even a fortune teller carrying a divination card and was involved in the crowd, clamoring for being so handsome.

After the song ended, the muscle dancers left the stage with their legs clamped and took small steps. The monk looked up at Chang Kaishen from the second floor. He reached out and grabbed it quietly. A huge and gorgeous morning glory appeared out of thin air like a magic trick in his palm. He lowered his head and blew it twice at the flower crown. The sharp sound of the sound immediately made many people cover their ears.

"The sound of the hang is a bit noisy, I'm sorry, you all, old practitioners~~~~" This guy stunned the rookies of the Fa-gen generation as soon as he opened his mouth. This was the first time we saw a foundation-building monk who spoke so vulgarly, and the key was that he was so beautiful and could eat.

"Just just now, Xiao Zhuo's sister left for a while. Today's 'Yueren's Sale Conference' will be held by the uncle Yi, and I will continue to host the meeting for everyone, ensuring a happy match..."

After a pause, Dasiyi showed a stack of paper hand cards and recited them emotionally at the morning glory with magnetic bubble sounds:

"Replenish a breath of spiritual energy anytime and anywhere, only the Canaanite "Ice Musk Dragon Brain Mushroom"..."

"If you only have two spiritual sand left, please remember to use one to buy the "Nine Flowers Jade Dew Rouge" from Luoyun Sect..."

"Sweet words are in your mouth, flying swords are in your hands. "The Five Elements Flying Sword" of Chongxuanmen, the only choice for sword cultivators..."

"There are a large number of "Girl's Ba" for sale in the Purple Moon Holy Land, and the three eyes are opened to cool down and relieve the heat..."

The pink heads upstairs and downstairs all leaned on the railings in red silk. Every time the monk of the lamp and grass read a small advertisement, it would attract the red sleeves of the building.

"What is 'Girl'?" Lan Xianli, who had never spoken before, suddenly asked calmly.

"A kind of zombie, a female zombie." Na Di hesitated for a moment. She didn't understand why beauty moles had to ask such a simple question. You are not a wild seedling like a senior brother who became a monk halfway through. You should have learned this knowledge long ago.

"What is the cooling and cooling effect?"

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Zong Heng found Lan Xianli's eyes floating over, and he touched his nose like the male pig's feet in the legendary novel: "That's right, some men often like to practice "Girl's Ba" when practicing the technique of Yin-Yang Interaction, because, because, because..."

"Because the bottom is so cool that it can suppress desires!" Qi Dian snatched the conversation impatiently, and proudly raised his thumbs up and pointed himself: "But practicing the art of room in such an opportunistic way, he is destined to have no great prospects. Arhats like the iron-casting diamond copper-casting like the Sha Family have always been divided into spears, and they are close enough to each other, without any tricks!"

Xie Yue's face turned red because he was also a loyal user of "Girl's Ba".

Lan Xianli frowned. Qi Dian only explained the cooling and cooling, but did not explain clearly what it means to open three eyes together. However, looking at the awkward faces of the flu and Liu Miaoxiang, she still gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask.

After reading the small advertisement, the monk from the Lantern Grass waved his hand and ordered the waiter in the hall to give each person in the elegant seat a copy of "ice musk dragon brain cigarette" to try it out.

Such a heroic style naturally attracted cheers from upstairs and downstairs.
Chapter completed!