Floating Immortal Order - 423. The 404th chapter is a Qinglan ballad

Three years.

Tai Xuan Shang Palace.

The vast clouds and mists, surging and tumbling all the time, have long lost the peace of the previous times.

“Tai Shang Xu Zun, the tribulation of the gods and the mysterious heart demon to the sky is the heart tribulation, and you must not sink into it, otherwise it will be more powerless to break through the tribulation, the true spirit will slowly flow away in the lost, and will eventually disappear completely. Between the three days and nine realms,” Shangjun Yunfu said with a hint of sigh, “Because you did not deliberately suppress it, it has only been a few years since you broke into the front of the Tribulation Realm. Jie, it would be better if we prepared more.”

Xu Disheng shook his head and said: “My calamity, no matter how much preparation is done, it is almost useless. Even if it is a thousand years later, it will make no difference.”

Shangjun Yunfu glanced at Xu Disheng with complicated eyes, nodded and said, “Shan.”

…

Yunling Xuandian.

The spiritual power cultivation of the Tribulation Front Realm gradually stagnated, and the purple-golden Supreme Profound spiritual power no longer circulated and surging, and fell into an incredible stillness.

The nine primordial spirits in the Crimson Palace slowly fell silent, and the pale white light lingering around the young man’s body also collapsed and disappeared, and even the ancient Zhong Yuanshen no longer exudes a faint golden halo. , And gradually returned to quietly.

The incomparably powerful and complete soul source is also completely sinking into the golden true spirit, completely shrouded in it by the incomparable golden light.

Only a trace of noble and incomparable purple energy still gurgled above the golden true spirit like a clear spring, which contained incomparable supreme celestial power, faintly imprinted into its golden true spirit and soul origin.

A faint shadow of a bright red band of light circulated from his wrist.

Suddenly.

Under the induction of the heavens and the earth, the gods and the souls of the gods and the demon reached the sky.

During the surging force of the rules, in a short moment, the Yunling Profound Hall was completely calm, and no waves arose.

A few days later.

Zhanqing brilliance emerged, condensed into a trembling void vortex.

The sapphire smoke stepped out of the azure vortex and stood alone in the huge Yunling Profound Hall, feeling the familiar aura slowly fading from the source of the soul, stunned for a long time.

…

It’s hard to be clear and turbid, and enter the world of thousands of feet, looking for no return and waiting for the end.

In the dream of meeting, there is a song of Qinglan, which is like the heart of heaven.

…

Tick.

Tick.

He barely opened his heavy eyelids, and what he saw was a gray stone wall. Above the stone wall, there was a solid skylight surrounded by several wooden fences, and ray of sunlight penetrated. Shining through the gap between the fences, the tiny light and shadow that rolled up countless dust.

Struggling to sit up, there was a wave of weak soreness from all over his body, and he had to lie back on the extremely hard wooden couch again.

This is a cell.

Tick.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the source of the intermittent sound of water.

The wall where the prison door is located is completely enclosed by a thick iron fence. A hip flask exuding the aroma of aging is hung obliquely outside the iron lock of the prison door. On the uneven graystone ground, it converged into a tiny pool of water.

A hand suddenly stretched out from the side, took off the hip flask, put it in the mouth and took a few sips, and his figure also appeared outside the prison door.

“Prince Zhou, do you want to drink?” The tall jailer shook the empty hip flask in his hand, with a hint of deliberate ridicule at the corner of his mouth. No wine is not happy, this time you go to jail, but you can only smell the wine, which is really ridiculous!”

Lord Zhou?

He stared blankly at the jailer who was showing off his power outside the prison door, but his mind was chaotic.

The jailer stared at his face stubbornly, but did not find the color of desire he wanted to see from it, his eyes were slightly cold, and he took out a smaller heavy jug again, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Said: “Young Master Zhou, you really don’t want it?”

want?

What do you want?

He looked at the small jug and could already smell the rich aroma of the wine emanating from it.

The soreness on his body at this time was not as severe as before. He sat up reluctantly and shook his head imperceptibly.

The jailer’s complexion changed slightly, and his thoughts turned, and he was silent for a moment.

This is totally inconsistent with what the noble man said!

Besides…Even according to the rumors in the market, it is well known that Young Master Zhou is addicted to alcohol like his life. Even if he has no alcohol for a day, he can’t stand it at all. There is no response, it is really weird.

Seeing that this kind of seduction seemed to be totally unworkable, the jailer changed his face instantly, and immediately took a bunch of keys from his waist, picked one of them, opened the iron fence, and walked in quickly. He lowered his body and put the small pot of osmanthus wine on the wooden couch and said with a smile: “Prince Zhou, don’t blame it. I just made a joke with the son before. This small pot of osmanthus wine is my apologetic gift. .”

“I……”

As soon as the hoarse voice was uttered, both he and the jailer were taken aback.

After a while, he did not speak again. Instead, he reached out and picked up the hip flask beside him and opened the lid. In an instant, there was an extremely thick osmanthus fragrance mixed with the aroma of aged wine. In a cell.

Obviously, this small pot of sweet-scented osmanthus aging is much more precious than the large pot of wine drunk by the jailer.

“Prince Zhou has not drunk alcohol for a full day,” the jailer recovered, and did not care about his hoarse voice. “It is true that this pot of sweet-scented osmanthus vinaigrette was specially sent by a nobleman. , For the Lord Zhou to enjoy.”

After thinking about it, Zhou Gongzi not only never drank alcohol for a day, but also did not eat or drink for a day, and it was normal for his voice to become hoarse.

Under the jailer’s gaze, he picked up the hip flask and took a deep sip of the wine. An indescribable feeling of restlessness between his lips and teeth rose. It seemed that as long as he raised his head and drank it at this time, he would get the greatest satisfaction. .

“Wait a minute,” the jailer saw that he seemed to have a drink, and he stretched out a hand to stop him. After he took out a piece of drawing paper, he smiled and said, “Before the son of Zhou had a drink. , But you still need to acknowledge the matter first.”

He placed the hip flask on the wooden couch again, and looked at the government-like paper with some scribbles in the jailer’s hand.

There are three characters at the bottom of this paper, which are deliberately left a large blank to be painted in red.

Zhou Mujin.

Was I called Zhou Mujin?

He pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at the jailer who looked at him eagerly, his voice no longer as hoarse as he had just before: “Dip it in red and put it in prison…It’s not impossible, but I don’t know, what crime did I commit?”

The jailer was stunned again, looking at Zhou Mujin with a weird look, and was silent for a few breaths before pointing to the piece of paper and saying, “Is the son of Zhou joking with me?”