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Quan Hongming cursed the world, cursed his life, hated his memories, and bored his relatives.

His hard roar broke his skin, and his blood flowed freely on the mountain, pouring the golden soil and turning it into a tragic red.

He doesn't care anymore.

At some point, the terror under the plain spread.

The sky and the earth are corroded by darkness.

It is strange that Quan Hongming is willing to use corrosion to describe this replacement.

Darkness replaces light because of the sunset, and when the sun rises, there will be light all over the world.

But the night here is eternal, and the day will never be there again.

The sky and the earth are replaced by colors, losing their original existence.

Only this mountain is emitting bloody red light.

Life is like an island in the dark.

...

Ning Baiyi's life may be even more monotonous than Lu Zhengkang.

In addition to daily chores, all she has to do is use acupuncture to stabilize Quan Hongming's breath, and then delve into the cure.

In the vast medical skills all day long, she will go to the bamboo forest to relax and play a song only in the dead of night.

This is her only entertainment and pastime of the day. It is the time when she is the most relaxed and the most carefree.

Until he met that weird man, his face was watery, he was funny, and he added a witty yellow to the elegant and white music memories.

Ning Baiyi actually knew why he would cry.

There are only two schools in the arena that are famous for their magical sounds, one is the Jingnanxuan female school, and the other is Baihuagu.

Xuan Nu sent the magic sound to be upright, agitating the sound waves with internal force, bursting out a heart-stimulating blow, and the heart of the middle one was broken.

And Baihuagu Moyin is good at chaos, which makes the mind secretly hurt, and the person who hears it is like falling into a dream, suddenly the time of death has come.

In order to fascinate the audience, the musician needs to have an extremely high comprehension of the piano technique and a talent for martial arts.

Only with the imperial voice of God can empathy and chaos.

Ning Baiyi can do it naturally.

Her emotions can be conveyed through the sound of the piano, but that night, she was actually quite happy. People who heard the music should also be smiling, but Mo Yun actually burst into tears.

Could it be that the wind and sand really lost their eyes?

No matter what, Ning Baiyi has become more cautious now when he plays the piano, for fear that it will affect others.

In the dark bamboo forest, on a clearing full of fallen leaves, there is a mat, a piano stand, a piano and an incense burner on the stand.

The sparse stars and moon only illuminate the strings, shining like silver bridges, and torrents like thick clouds.

Ning Baiyi was sitting at the table, slender fingers pointing at the cloud by coincidence.

She warned herself not to play arbitrarily, but when she reached the place of love, she was still forgetful. The soft and comfortable sound of Bailing's piano shone on the earth, and the birds flew away.

Under the dark bamboo shadow, a man in white stood silently.

At the end of the song, Ning Baiyi cleared the piano table, while the man quietly left.

...

A competitor came to Lu Zhengkang's fortune-telling stall.

It is a Taoist sent from Shandong Ranshan.

East Street stretches for two miles, and it can be used for eight double carriages without being crowded. Such a big place, and the shit Kunqing Taoist priest must set up a stall three feet away from Lu Zhengkang, and it is also a fortune-telling stall!

Grabbing business and grabbing money in your pocket this is!

I hate that this thief and bird looks like that in a dog-like celestial cloak.

It's even more hateful that these mortals don't know the true bodhisattva in the world, and they even went to the thief and Taoist priest to tell the fortune.

On Lu Zhengkang's side, his face was stern, and he settled and left after three hexagrams every day.

After all, he came early, and he is quite a fortune teller, there are still many customers who patronize business every day.

However, he let go of this robbing business, but Kun Qing didn't plan to let him go.

The reason is actually very simple. Kun Qing is now a member of Qike Villa, a member of Quanfu, and he has to consider Lu Zhengkang on behalf of Quanfu.

It turns out that the Taoist priests of Ranshan are divided into two groups, who are born into the world and cultivate the Tao and refine qi.

Any visitor with a world-minded mind will never miss the capital, and those strange knights who have ambitions but lack capital know that the people of Quanfu have the style of Mengchang, so it is a good choice to come to Beijing and go to Quanfu.

Naturally, Kun Qing also wanted to obtain some precious treasures from the Quan Palace to help his practice, so he rushed to the capital when he got off the mountain.

In order to take the initiative, he shouldn't be looking for someone from the Quan Palace, but rather his ability was discovered by the people from the Quan Palace, and he was then invited to be a guest.

Of course he succeeded.

On the first day when he arrived in the capital, he fought with hundreds of colleagues to learn and compete, and squeezed their business. He was so talented and magnificent that everyone who witnessed that day was amazed.Rumors of "mad Taoist priests" are still circulating on the street.

Kun Qing's arrogance naturally has capital, even for a person like him, it can't even be considered arrogant.

The descendants of the three sects of Ranshan Sect are equivalent to the eighteen arhats of Shaolin, so who dare to bear hatred?

As a non-staff member of the Quan Palace, Kun Qing is still very high-minded. This time he was also entrusted by others to try what this new monk is capable of.

"Ah! That little monk, why don't you count more?"

The handsome middle-aged Taoist priest walked to Lu Zhengkang's small stall, like a leading yellow chicken with head up, surrounded by the fortune-telling chickens behind him.

Lu Zhengkang shook his head and shook his head, "There are not too many hexagrams, but in the essence, one more hexagram is a discount for life!" He satirized Kun Qing's wholesale approach.

The chicks were chattering, and a big excitement was about to begin, just like it was raining rice from the sky, and it would immediately fill the intestines of these spiritually empty people.

Kun Qing let out a joyful cry, fluttering his comb, as if he was a chicken king provoked by young offspring, "Little monk, I am afraid that you are not able to calculate more. It is better to compare, if anyone wins, the business belongs to him. , If you lose, you will hit the stall immediately!"

Lu Zhengkang squinted, as if he saw the cricket tug-of-war with an elephant, "Bet on what you can do with just this little bit of money, or take off your clothes if you don’t lose, and run around Beijing East Street. What do you think? ?"

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