The Guantiantai was presided over by the seventh sect master of the One Qi Sect, and when the four main halls became the stars and the moon, coupled with the rotation of the formation hidden between the mountains and rivers in the sect, the luck of the entire sect was condensed on that high platform.

Su Wen stood under the observation platform for the first time and sighed how such a tall building was supported by only an old vine with the thickness of a wrist, and today he finally took another hundred steps and sighed deeper, "Damn, there is no ladder, how can I go up." ”

The Son of Destiny, who was seen by everyone, was standing under the high platform unmoved at this moment, and he really deserved to be a capable person who even Shangguan Ling'er was willing to admit defeat, and it was not a bad deal, it was nothing more than a few ridicules from the crowd, but since even the first person in the sect recognized the other party, they naturally would not be bored with themselves.

"Mustache, how can the young master stand still. Qigui muttered, shouldn't this be the moment when the young master can wake up with a smile when he dreams?

The lazy man said surprisingly, "Maybe I'm thinking about the way up, after all, he's just a mortal who doesn't know how to practice at the moment." ”

Li Chengran slapped his head, obviously forgetting this stubble, but just when he was figuring out how to help the other party on stage without leaving a trace, Su Wen finally took action, only to see him holding a raw flower pen, tapping the void, a drop of black ink as if it was dripping into the water, immediately dissolved, slowly floating into a black lotus, jumping on it in one step, as if walking on the ground.

Dream pen flowers, step by step lotus, these immortal handwriting really made the eyes of everyone present more hot, compared to those male disciples, many female disciples were full of infatuation, almost coquettish, this is not the chic posture they dream of, leaning on their hands to accompany the fairy couple.

"Hey, what a compliment to this kid. Chen Maochuan shook his head and chuckled, said goodbye to Li Chengran and a few others, and left the Yiqi Sect with everyone without waiting for Su Wen to return.

"After today, I am afraid that your Su Wen's name will spread from Lancang County to the entire Cangzhou, and I can also shamelessly tell people that Su Wen in Lower Cangzhou, courtesy is still exchanged, hypocrisy! ”

The departure of the hundred people only took away their eyes for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, they looked at the high platform again, although there were only two black lotuses, Su Wen's figure was already a hundred feet off the ground, and he stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch the clouds.

The great luck who is regarded by everyone as a fairy posture, at the moment his chest is tight and short of breath, and the shenghua pen in his hand is so weak, "Your mother, you are willing to contribute until this is the time, if I can't point out that at the end, you will have no chance with your poet immortal master." ”

The raw flower pen seems to be really spiritual, and the whole body of the pen barrel does not know when there are two more strands of delicate ink.

Stepping into the clouds, the mortal vision finally lost a trace, only to see Chang Qingquan's fingers pinched, a handprint waved into the air, and then exploded like fireflies flying and dissipated in the mountains and rivers in the blink of an eye.

Outside the mountain gate, the sixty-six white jade steps are like chimes ringing, the sound and color are continuous, and the ordinary monks intuitively feel that the qi around the body is pulled, as if a long dragon is gathered and goes straight to the high platform, only those who enter the spirit and above can really feel the luck of being conceived in the sect for five years and instantly withdrawn.

Su Wen, who was angry in the middle of the clouds, shook and stepped into the high platform, and the heart of the first hundred zhang was frightened, so he had to look at his nose and nose and heart, and silently blessed, only when he entered the clouds, he didn't realize that the sky was high, but when he really saw the coveted viewing platform, he left the wooden house for two whole months, and he didn't learn anything else, and the only way to scold his mother was revealed at this moment.

However, an ordinary pavilion is even very simple, and it is really hard to imagine what kind of scenery the poet saw on this broken platform back then.

Su Wen stepped on the stage in one step, the moment his toes stepped on the ground, his body trembled like a lightning strike, but he didn't close his feet, gritted his teeth and stepped in, but after half a breath, he fell to the ground like mud, and said hesitantly: "No wonder the cultivation is so high, if others see such an embarrassed appearance, it is estimated that Shangguan Ling'er will definitely draw his sword and kill himself on the spot." ”

After taking a few deep breaths, he finally sat cross-legged, and his intuition was that there were thousands of silver needles around his body that stabbed the flesh, and this kind of pain did not cause people to fall unconscious, but became more and more awake, and a burning intention was rampant in the body, Uncle Li said that he was born damaged, and the meridians were missing, just like the roots of the tree that went deep underneath, except for a thick taproot, there was no half of the roots, and it was necessary to use the atmosphere to reshape the meridians in the body, but this kind of remodeling was not as good as opening the way and digging a ditch, it was a few openings in the flesh and blood, and the pain was self-evident.

I saw that the thick white color between the clouds suddenly changed, and a faint gold mark loomed, Su Wen finally suffered from the acupuncture fire, and before he could breathe a sigh, he saw the sea of clouds rolling, and a golden dragon revealed a huge dragon head.

Don't wait for Su to ask more thoughts, the dragon's mouth opened and closed, and suddenly the Sanskrit sound was everywhere, the dilapidated air pavilion vision floated up, the void had nothing to rely on, and the inscription runes came out one by one, which was very obscure and true.

The golden dragon circled, the huge body was visible to the naked eye, but it gradually solidified, until it finally turned into the size of a palm, the brilliance folded, the dragon's head was carved by everyone, and the water scales could compete with the sun and the moon.

Pain, I don't know the source, the unbearable pain distorted the delicate cheeks, the thin body suddenly expanded and contracted like a cowhide pocket, it seemed to be gradual, but it was more than one heavy, Su Wen couldn't put on an expression on his face for a long time, he could only stare at the pain, sometimes squeeze his eyebrows, and even suddenly laughed, and then whimpered silently.

The true solution of morality accumulated by the Qi Sect for thousands of years is out of the void, like a vertical and horizontal chain intertwined into a ball, wrapping Su Wen in it, the only golden word is out of place with many seal texts, and the handwriting cannot be said to have a face and willow bones, and it is not the turn of the shape and meaning of the spirit, if it were not for Su Wen at this moment, he would probably have to scold again and be on par with the words of the senior brother.

At this moment, Su Wen's body can really be described as a bold and bold cut and chisel, each pass is a place, its own meteorological floating life hooks a flesh and blood meridian, a pure white as goat's milk dust washing pool in the air sect The color fades, the white gas is dispersed, a thousand years of hot spring turns into an ice pool, walking around the mountain, like a water-shaped dragon, the waves of the river plummeted 200 feet, Yinchuan flies hanging on the cliff, the waterfall is reversed in an instant, Feihong soars to the sky, until the water of the Qianjun Pond crashes down, the spring bursts, this is luck, with a hundred years of luck in exchange for a person's life, and then a person's life to delay the future for a hundred years of luck, this is the Changqingquan gambling business。

I don't know how many more meridians are opened in the body, Su Wen intuition between the sharp pain, the sea of consciousness is very clear, and with the addition of luck, it seems to see all the Tianjiao who have logged in to the viewing platform for thousands of years, like a horse watching the lantern, flashing in front of his eyes, until the green shirt, named Yibai but loves the green shirt alone, the Qinglian sword song, and a few people can dance.

You need to know that my green shirt and long sword are immortals, don't ask me if I don't climb to the sky with three thousand pens, who said that the immortal family is a guest of the people, and a pot of turbid wine is here for me to sleep.

Shenghua wonderful pen sprinkled with forty characters, who is an immortal, how to come to mortals, drunk and crazy wolves are immortals, ordinary people sleep at home, green shirts and poets look at the sea of clouds at a glance, smile proudly and go.

Su Wen's heart is rippling, although the meaning of freedom and freedom is isolated from the perennial virtual image, it is still like seeing it with his own eyes, floating immortals, such people who are unique in the world, they are still immortals if they do not ascend to the sky.

"However, this word is really ugly, if you take off this life pen, I don't know what is going on in the wild grass, if Senior Brother Meng comes up to see it, I can't really wipe it off, and write it myself. Su Wen is happy in pain, sweat is like rain and gathers into a stream, the poetry is still famous, there are countless masterpieces, the world knows that not only the poems are atmospheric, but there are fairy bones hidden in the handwriting, magnificent and free, by no means at this moment full of madness but the eyes of the clumsy ghost painting.

"Even if it is a poet, he can't get rid of the worldly trap, only at this moment he is willing to contemplate his own heart, and the messy and wild grass with one hand is better than a hundred masterpieces, hypocrisy!"