The indescribable Taoist Lord

Chapter 61 Chapter 59: Sitting and Drinking Peach Blossoms (Big guys please vote for recommendations)

Li Shaobai took Zhang Qinghe back to Chang'an School, leaving behind a piece of chicken feathers in Lantian.

Although in Zhang Qinghe's view, it was like returning to the tiger's den from Longtan.

In the daytime, Tahoe is still as majestic and graceful as ever, and the same is true in spiritual vision. It's even cleaner than Chang'an, which is just outside the sky.

——There are many lands in Chang'an where slight alienation has developed.

This is very strange, but Zhang Qinghe can't get into it.

Now in mid-spring and April, the peach blossoms in his yard are in full bloom, smiling in the spring breeze, but Zhang Qinghe is tired, even gloomy.

In the killing field planned by all parties in Lantian County, even though he had a slight initiative, he was still the party being calculated, not to mention that after a conspiracy, there were more doubts.

For example, the blue sky and blue lake in the Zhang family on the left of the Yangtze River reminded him inexplicably of the Beiyin Mountain in the Taohao sky.

He originally decided to throw away the mask and token of Lord Wudexing, but after calming down, he decided to think about it.

Where did the monsters like the Sun Star Lord, the Five Plague Star Lords, and the Spiritual Officer on Duty, who had devoured all human nature and devoutly served the gods in the sky, come from.

For example, Wenchang Xingjun... did he want to kill him, or was he doing something else...

All the doubts and recent burdens caused murmurs in his heart, and even the joyful journey intertwined in his heart was a little unstable.

This skill seems to be based on true intention. If he loses the progress of Kun Yu and Peng, it will only be a snap of his fingers to collapse his soul and spirit.

It is the same as the heavenly sound of the Great Dao obtained by Wang Zhixin. If you believe it, all kinds of things will be born. If you don't believe it, all kinds of things will perish.

Zhang Qinghe shook his head and suppressed these complicated thoughts.

Li Shaobai did not leave. He looked at the young man with frowning eyes all the way. He thought that after killing all the corpses of his clan members, Zhang Qinghe's mood changed greatly.

It is indeed not something that a young man can bear casually.

Even though the corpse puppet is a monster, it still has the appearance of a human being. Moreover, it is still a blood relative, which is different from the evil thing created by Li Qingluo's alienation.

He paced and thought for a while, then set up a small table under the peach tree in Zhang Qinghe's courtyard, and then spread out two futons with a wave of his hand.

The wind rustled the leaves, and peach blossoms floated on the table. Li Shaobai couldn't bear to touch them away, so he waved to Zhang Qinghe, who was bowing his head in thought, to come forward.

"Boy Qinghe, come closer!"

Zhang Qinghe's thoughts were interrupted, and he saw that Li Shaobai, who had sent him back to Lishengfeng Villa, not only did not leave, but also sat down at the table and looked at him with a smile.

"Sir, is this...?"

"Maybe drinking?"

"Of course it can...but..."

"Can Tong Wenci?"

"It's just superficial, don't dare to show off."

Li Shaobai has a free and easy nature. Even if Zhang Qinghe was restrained and polite when he first entered Zhenyuan, it was just to keep him here. Naturally, he did not care about these complicated etiquette at this time.

"How can you be considered a practitioner of my generation if you are so pretentious? Come on! Drink!"

Two exquisite jade jars were placed on the low table, and a mysterious aroma of wine came to the nostrils. This was Li Shaobai's Peach Blossom Drunk, a centuries-old Peach Blossom Drunk.

"How about it? This is my unique wine recipe, which gathers the essence of heaven and earth. No one else has it!"

Li Shaobai waved his plain sleeves again, and two more jade cups arrived on the table.

He slowly opened the mud seal, and suddenly there was a burst of clear energy in the courtyard, which made Zhang Qinghe's soul revive.

Zhang Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that the raw materials for brewing wine are not produced in the body of evil things in the secret realm. Just smelling them, they are elixirs that grow in the mountains. These elixirs, unless they are opened to spiritual intelligence, become demons, or even become monsters. The Medicine King, who is comparable to the monks in the upper three realms, probably has no impact on the spirituality of the soul.

"You're in for a treat today! I don't want to show my love to outsiders!"

Zhang Qinghe ignored the deep meaning in Li Shaobai's words and neatly picked up the wine jar and poured it into the jade cup.

"My words are reserved, but you are so rude!"

Li Shaobai took a sip of wine, looked at Zhang Qinghe and smiled and cursed.

"You are the legitimate son of Lord Shou Zheng, and I think you are quite good at diction. Today we will use this peach blossom as the title of the Flying Flower Order. How about just using the word peach?"

Li Shaobai glanced at Zhang Qinghe indifferently, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Qinghe nodded doubtfully, and he didn't know what Li Shaobai was trying to do.

"The First Sage said: The order of elders and young cannot be violated; the order of kings and ministers cannot be messed up; the order of gods and men cannot be discussed. I am crazy about Chang Qing and you are more than two hundred years old, so let me start first!"

Just looking at Li Shaobai's debauched appearance in plain clothes, he really doesn't look like a great cultivator who has lived for more than a hundred years.

"The peach blossoms bow their heads to the east wind, and bloom red and silently in several places."

There seemed to be a strange rhythm in Li Shaobai's words, which suddenly stirred up something deep in Zhang Qinghe's mind, and even his words were filled with violence.

"The new peaches still smile in the spring light, but the old trees died in the guest year!"

After Li Shaobai heard this poem about flowers, which was full of deathly meaning, he just smiled softly and casually said a seven-character sentence according to the order.

"The dancing peach blossoms happily enter the water, and join together in the sky and the earth."

"The lonely peach in the rain is red all over the ground, and all the beauty is dead in the yellow mud!"

"On the clear day, there are still peach blossoms, and the fragrance is lingering in the spring breeze."

"The spring breeze rots the Taoist gate, the autumn clouds and the heavy rain wait for no one!"

"The autumn wind has not yet cut off the spring peaches, but it will happen again next year."

The two of them spoke faster and faster. Under the guidance of Li Shaobai's words, Zhang Qinghe's inner emotions burst out through poetry. After a round of flying flowers, his eyes returned and he killed everyone in the Zhang family. The red color after killing them all, and there was a faint mist rising above the head.

Li Shaobai smiled and said nothing. After saying his last words mixed with inexplicable rhymes, he just looked at Zhang Qinghe silently.

——Zhang Qinghe’s hand holding the wine glass already had blue veins popping out.

"Yeah, yeah, you can't form sentences. There are so many dead words in this language, which adds a lot of evil and twilight to this elegant peach blossom. It doesn't fit with the image, it doesn't fit with the image!"

Li Shaobai looked at Zhang Qinghe who was still deep in emotion, smacked his mouth, stretched out his green-white finger, and touched his forehead.

"Chier, wake up soon!"

Zhang Qinghe suddenly came to his senses, and an inexplicable energy dissipated between heaven and earth. It was some kind of evil energy born from the lake in his heart.

"When I saw you, I realized that you understood the sword intention, and it belongs to the killing path. Although there is vitality in it, it is not obvious, but you are moving too fast. This sword intention is not understood step by step, but in one step. , the mind will inevitably be affected.

The murderous intention must be pure with the hand holding the sword, not the hand holding the wine glass! "

Li Shaobai hits the nail on the head.

Only then did Zhang Qinghe see that the jade cup in his hand had been broken into pieces.

Li Shaobai silently picked up a new one.

Sword intention is a kind of idealistic power, a rare power that comes from the human heart and has nothing to do with things in the sky. Among the Dongxu overhauls in Chang'an School, Li Shaobai can be said to be the best at this.

If Li Shaobai hadn't sorted it out for him, he would have been influenced by this sword intention and acted arbitrarily.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghe sweated on his forehead, acting extreme in such a world...

Doesn't the sword intention of seeking life become the sword intention of seeking death...

"Thank you, sir..." He solemnly thanked him with his teacher's bow.

"Hahahahahahahaha, your sentences are not clear in imagery and less elegant. So this time, I won the Flying Flower Order?"

"Sir, some of your sentences are awkward..."

Li Shaobai frowned, and Zhang Qinghe quickly changed his words with a low eyebrow.

"It's true, it's true. I'm far inferior to you, sir. I'm so dumbfounded! I'm so dumbfounded!"

Zhang Qinghe immediately toasted.

"Hahahaha, wow, it suddenly dawns on you!"

Poetry and swordsmanship, first of all, the sword must have a big fist, so everyone has to say that poetry is also worthy of praise, and they even put poetry in front of the sword...

Drinking orders generally only use seven words. Here I use a couplet to express the full artistic conception. If the sentence is not good, the bosses will lightly criticize...