Chapter 249 The legend of Taoism, breaking the formation with punishment!

At this time, there was actually a drunken Taoist looking for trouble below. Su You frowned slightly. Standing on the second floor and looking down, he saw a Taoist wearing only a light blue Taoist robe lying on one side of the empty seats.

On the table, his eyebrows were clear and there were no wrinkles, but there were a few strands of long beard, and he looked like he was drunk.

Qinyin Pavilion also has good players to deal with those masters who are crazy about drinking and want to take action on the girls of Qinyin Pavilion.

They all had great names.

One is a real person from Shuangfei Pavilion in the human world, and the other is a great demon from the Feiying lineage of the demon clan.

One on the left and one on the right, they all took action, with sharp and measured moves.

The drunken Taoist just staggered, and this fierce move just brushed his body.

Taking advantage of the situation, he spread his arms and smashed them in the face of the real person, and leaned back on the back of the big demon. Both of them burst out their powerful Yuan Qi, but when they fell on the drunken Taoist, they both felt the same.

The mud cow entered the sea, but it had no effect at all. They were all shocked, and their expressions suddenly changed, knowing that they had met a master.

"You two, please step aside first."

"Why did this Taoist priest come to my Qinyin Pavilion today?"

Su You's voice was calm. Master Liu from Shuangfei Pavilion and the abandoned disciples of Feiying lineage all moved away. The Taoist staggered, as if he was unsteady. He stumbled several steps before leaning on his chair.

, said drunkenly: "She is a beauty, I want the rumored beauty who plays the piano, and I also want good wine."

"Fine wine?"

Su You was on the second floor, shaking her hands and sending out a glass of wine.

There seems to be endless water in this wine glass, which is extremely heavy and deep, with a strong force that seems to be slow and slow. The water waves in it flow, and ripples spread out, reflecting the scenery of countless worlds, and there are thousands of beautiful scenery, which seems to be able to directly

Refers to the original mind. If a mortal drinks it, he will be drunk until he wakes up the day before. The drunk Taoist person leaned up, bit the wine glass with his mouth, and raised his neck to drink up what looked like a cup, but was actually as much as a stream.

Drink.

He let out a wine burp and said, "It's fine wine."

"But she is not the beauty I want."

Su You said to himself: "...he is an immortal."

Mr. Gray Yi took a bowl of meat and squatted on the railing. While feasting, he looked at the drunk Taoist over there and said: "Not only is he an immortal, he is also an amazing immortal. Tsk, tsk, tsk, hey, this drunk Taoist,

What kind of beauty are you looking for?"

"This is Qinyin Pavilion. The Fox clan has a reputation of six thousand years. What kind of beauty do you want but can't find?"

The drunken Taoist laughed loudly, raised his neck to drink, and said: "Hahahaha, old friend, what you said is just the beauty of external things, for the five senses, for the appearance, for the beauty of the appearance, for the beauty of the face, it is beauty.

It’s not what I want.”

"The person I'm looking for..."

"You can caress the depth of the music and talk about the vastness of the world."

"The writing of a pen can determine the lives of the people in the world, and the discussion of Tao can reach the level of the three religions and nine streams."

"There is a state of mind that frames the world and forgets emotions in the great way. There is a mind that lifts the sword to slay demons and sets the cauldron of heaven and earth."

"This is beautiful."

Mr. Gray Yi chewed the meat in his mouth, turned around, looked at Su You, and said: "One piece of good news, one piece of bad news. The good news is that this kid is not here to cause trouble for you."

"Where's the bad news?"

"The bad news is, this kid is here for the brat you can't find the most."

The drunken Taoist laughed and said, "Old friend, you are going too far."

Mr. Gray Yi said: "What old friend?"

"Taoist priest, please don't have any random friendships."

The drunken Taoist laughed, and somehow he appeared in front of the fortune teller. There was neither fluctuation of heaven nor changes of qi. It was natural, harmonious and calm, which shocked the fortune teller. The drunken Taoist looked towards him.

As he stretched out his hand to grab it, he suddenly felt a gust of strong wind blowing against his face. It had not exploded and was not revealed, but it was more destructive because of it.

The sword and scabbard in his hand pressed against the flat edge of the punch, deflecting its energy.

However, the divine intention contained in it, the majestic Zen intention, and under the Zen intention, the murderous intention and evil thoughts that frightened the Taoist were mixed and suppressed. The drunkenness in the Taoist's eyes dissipated, and his wrist shook, so this wave

The Zen mind turned into sword energy and was introduced into the earth, and the entire Qinyin Pavilion formation shattered in an instant.

The ground seemed to shake.

The fortune teller squatted on the table holding the meat and stared at the two guys.

Su You's face was slightly moved.

Just now, both of them were fighting with great strength and state of mind, but the moves were running smoothly and accompanied by charm. It seemed that as long as they breathed and breathed, the true form of Yang Shen's further form would be revealed. This was obviously no longer ordinary.

In the realm, if the Buddhist sect is an Arhat, if the Taoist sect is the Great Immortal Official, and the demon kingdom is the demon king, he can open up a demon kingdom and become the master of a great force.

"This is the realm of earthly immortals..."

The Taoist looked at the monk and praised: "Good boxing skills and good Zen mind."

"I thought that there were demonic thoughts left in the world. I never thought that there was a master who used himself as a temple to suppress the demonic thoughts in his mind. I admire him."

The monk clasped his hands together and said, "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is extraordinary."

"I admire you too, poor monk."

The fortune teller smacked his lips and felt a headache. Even the stewed spiritual animal meat in the innermost part was no longer fragrant. The monk in front of him had the foundation of a great Arahant, and with the blessing of two great aspirations, a Bodhisattva could also touch it.

, although now his state has declined slightly because he has contained many demonic thoughts in his body, his desire to fight and kill is definitely stronger.

The Taoist priest's sword was not unsheathed, and he was even with the monk.

Give it a little push.

I'm afraid he's not an ordinary earthly immortal.

Maybe one of the true kings in the sky has had his state of mind shattered and fell down into the mortal world. He wants to imitate that freak of the Jade Emperor who has sharpened his Taoist heart through all the tribulations. Although he is currently trapped in eight difficulties and tribulations, he is an earthly immortal with a cultivation level.

The state has not reached the point where the three flowers gather at the top and the five qi are facing the Yuan. That is a qualitative difference, that is, you cannot use the methods of gods, the true king's laws, heaven, and earth, or the Bodhisattva's freedom of transformation. None of them can be used.

But it is also an unusual realm of earthly immortals, which is completely different from this monk.

And for some reason, looking at the drunken Taoist priest, the fortune teller felt a little pain in his stomach.

It hurts.

It hurt so much that I felt a little nauseous.

Eat two bites of braised pork to calm down the shock.

The drunken Taoist and monk, who sensed the familiar "master's breath" and vaguely sensed their own chance, greeted the monk, then looked at the fortune teller who was stuffing meat into his mouth, and said with a smile: "Old friend, what, really

Don’t you remember me?”

The fortune teller said: "Who are you? Don't mess around!"

"See clearly, I'm not familiar with you!"

"Hey, hey, stop it, stop it, don't come any closer. If you come any closer, I'll call you."

Seeing his appearance, the drunk Taoist looked thoughtfully around him. Considering the face of Mr. Gray Clothes, he sent a message and asked: "You..."

"Did you seal your memory again?"

Mr. Gray Yi hesitated.

"ha?!"

"What did you say? How could I seal my memory?"

The drunken Taoist's eyes were filled with fear and a headache. He looked at Mr. Gray Clothes, who had oily lips and a harmless look on his face. He frowned and asked via voice transmission: "But, what do you want to do this time? You were even worse than yourself before.

Without even showing up, he single-handedly led the destruction of the Blood River Sword Sect, caused the death of the Great Sage Sao Feng, and handed the Blood River Sword to me."

"And now, you have even sealed my memory?"

"Does it involve an existence that you can't even think about?"

"What did you 'hear'? What did you want to do?"

"Even your own memory must be sealed."

???

The destruction of Blood River and the death of Xiao Feng?

I did it?!

what are you saying?

Mr. Gray Yi had a dull look on his face. He chewed the braised pork in his mouth, swallowed it and said:

"Ah? I don't know."

The drunk Taoist stared at him for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes were filled with drunkenness. He slapped Mr. Gray on the shoulder with such force that half of his body was numb. He seemed to have a sense of revenge.
To be continued...