MTL - Control The World-Chapter 436 Ghost Relief Society
"This ... how is this possible?" Liu Junsheng smiled awkwardly, he didn't expect that Ou Ye Changzhi actually regarded this slave as a brother. This is impossible in the high-ranking Ming Dynasty King City. , Heaven and earth are common sense.
However, he saw that Ouzhi Changzhi didn't seem to say it casually, and quickly explained: "I ... I actually misunderstood your people. I want to teach that kid. A pariah, somehow, I want to learn He just clicked, so it was in conflict with yours. "
In the face of everyone's attention, although Liu Junsheng was very good-looking, he also had to bow down and admit wrong to Ou Ye Changsheng.
After all, Ouye Changsheng is the eldest son of the first-class Ouye family, and his status is extremely prominent, even in the Ming Dynasty, it is also sought after by the stars. The group of boys and girls surrounded by him were all first-class men.
There is also the master of their Liu family, the virgin and daughter of Xiaoming Palace!
Liu Juncai looked at Ou Yechangsheng flatteringly, nodded and walked to Taixiong, to please: "Brother, the previous things were misunderstandings. It was all caused by this pariah!"
He pushed all his mistakes to Ning Wufeng.
"Shut up!" Taixiong shook Liu Juncai's arm fiercely, yelling: "He is also my brother!"
"This ..." Liu Juncai's face changed, and he looked at Ou Ye Changsheng quickly.
"It is Taixiong's brother and my brother!" Ou Ye Changsheng said lightly.
The gazes of gloating all around showed everyone, and finally someone was able to teach this guy Liu Juncai, and everyone was relieved.
"The previous things were offended, please forgive me!" Liu Juncai said with gritted teeth, saying, immediately turned and walked out of Linjiang Pavilion without looking back.
Ou Ye Changsheng didn't even look at him, and said lightly, "Dear everyone, let's go. Don't be disappointed by this."
One bounced his finger, and an elixir sank into Taixiong. He turned and left. Instead, the boys and girls behind him glanced at Ning Wufeng one by one. Some eyes are very naked and there is no scruples.
"This is the eldest son of the Ouye family, and it really is extraordinary." People around him praised Ouye Changsheng after leaving.
"Only the prominent and profound Mendy can cultivate this kind of people." Even the second child at the counter nodded.
The second- and third-class people who bought a lot of things here all followed.
Ning Wufeng looked at the back of Ou Ye Changsheng, and there was indeed a force to convince. But this power was obviously useless to him.
"Leave, brother, let's keep up. I want to introduce you to the son." Taixiong took Ning Wufeng's hand, and the two of them quickly went upstairs.
Although it was night, the lights on the banks of the Ming Wang River were bright. The sky is full of stars, projecting a bright light. The river was sparkling, and the fishing boat sang softly.
The Lingqiao Waterside Pavilion on the second floor of Linjiang Pavilion hangs directly above the river. A huge waterfall descends from the sky. Even at night, Rao can see the colorful rainbow splashed by the water flowers, which shows the design intention of Linjiang Pavilion.
On the long bridge of Lingqiao, there are various kinds of mountain and sea flavors, rare fruits, and attractive colors. The crowds moved everywhere, all gathered together, all in the face of Ou Ye Changsheng.
"Today, I have a chance to get together, not for anything else, but for the ghost disaster." Ou Ye Changsheng said as the host.
"Eight cities in Daqin and Qin are all states of etiquette, so I will wait for friends with Wen to deter enemies with Wen, or to promote the wind of Daqin."
His voice was loud, Qi Yuxuan Ang, and everyone claimed it was.
"Changsheng is willing to throw bricks and introduce jade, and lead a song for everyone." During the talk, Ouye Changsheng's figure moved onto a water pavilion. Moonlight stretched his figure and seemed to flutter.
A quiet flute sounded, the flute sounded melodious, and the rest sounded around the beam. Everyone was quiet for a moment, listening only to the sound of the river and the sound of flutes, suddenly and slowly, a mysterious and mysterious spiritual power wave spread.
It is the rhythm of the laws of heaven and earth.
Ning Wufeng was very clear about this feeling and couldn't help moving slightly. He listened very carefully, and the power of consciousness actually slowly increased in the flute of Ou Ye Changsheng.
River water, starry sky, and the sound of the quiet flute.
The whole person's state of mind was relaxed, and the consciousness spread freely. He felt like God was swimming like a fish in the space, jumping into the river, jumping happily, and walking further and further.
One hundred meters.
Three hundred meters.
One mile.
Three miles.
Ten miles.
...
Ning Wufeng's consciousness force actually released thirty-two miles, and there was a trend of continuous extension. A feeling of heaven and earth in my hands suddenly came to my mind.
The state of mind is constantly widening.
Suddenly, the sound of the flute became violent, and the river was splashing with waves of hundreds of feet, rushing into the sky, and falling into a lingering drizzle.
In the long bridge of Lingqiao, there is a beautiful figure who dances gracefully, dancing with the sound of flute, graceful and graceful.
Ning Wufeng suddenly opened his eyes. He felt some strange power appearing in the place where the consciousness was shrouded. They were extremely fast, light and almost inaudible.
If it wasn't for the indulgent release of the power of consciousness, and the whole person was in an ethereal state, he might not have discovered it.
"There are ghosts!" He snorted softly, and everyone looked at him in surprise.
Taixiong explained in a stern voice: "Ha ha, of course there are ghosts. Otherwise, isn't this song of our son's soul chanting in vain?"
Ning Wufeng's face couldn't help but stunned, the original Ou Ye Changsheng said that it was to attract these ghosts, otherwise the ghosts would be excluded, what else?
The anti-audience is a look that has been known for a long time. Only he yelled and turned ugly. He couldn't help but touch his nose, smiling awkwardly.
However, some people gave Ning Wufeng a glance.
Because they have also released God's consciousness, but they have not yet felt the appearance of ghosts, only one problem can be explained: Ning Wufeng's consciousness is stronger than them.
This group of people are all the pride of heaven. Wherever they are willing to be compared, all the means, both secretly and secretly, are exerted, and everyone's consciousness is constantly rising.
Finally, those ghost servants and soldiers have appeared on the river surface several miles away.
Ning Wufeng saw these things for the first time. They were born with blue-faced fangs and extremely fierce posture. A scream of almost screaming came from their abdomen, with various blades dancing in their hands, emitting a faint light.
Stars of force descend from the sky to pour into them. The fine scales on the body are also clearly visible.
There were more and more ghosts on the river, and Ou Ye Changsheng on the top of the waterside stopped abruptly.
His body flickered and appeared around the crowd. A thunderous applause came and everyone praised it. Rao is already a ghost, and these people don't panic at all, it seems that they are already used to it.
Ou Ye Changsheng chuckled: "It's ugly to show down, and it depends on your performance."
As soon as the words fell, one person flew into the sky and laughed: "My calligraphy family, Zhao Gong, and Zhao Ziang are willing to contribute to the era of ghosts."
Ning Wufeng moved slightly, seeing the man walking in the midair air court, and took out a bold sheep from behind without hesitation, his pen shining brightly. The pen quickly absorbed a large amount of water from the Ming Wang River and volleyed in the air.
"From Chaoyang to Ming Dynasty, enter the Linjiang feast at night. Splash the river with water and kill hundreds of millions of soldiers!"
A magnificent poem was written in the air, each word was sharp and full of strong light. The man's last stroke fell, and the entire poem turned into a galloping army of horses and horses. He set off on the river and rushed towards the ghost soldiers.
The river is a soldier, and he indulges with those ghost servants and ghost soldiers. Yi Xiang's time killed the ghost soldiers fifty or six miles away, and the power of the river disappeared.
"It is indeed a descendant of Shu Gong Zhao Gong, and his strength really is extraordinary." Someone immediately praised.
"Between your fingers, you killed hundreds of millions of ghost soldiers. There was a great killing of Zhao Gong in Beiyang Mountain at that time. Well," Ning Wufeng praised him.
Zhao Ziang turned and returned to the water pavilion, with a little arrogance on his face.
Ning Wufeng also looked at him more.
"The idler who has no ability to drive away the ghosts will give me some trouble." The man who had spoken before said to Ning Wufeng nonchalantly, leaving the wide road aside, he had to squeeze to the side of Ning Wufeng.
Ning Wufeng frowned. He didn't figure out who the person was, and it wasn't easy to offend. He immediately gave way.
The man was short but had a good temper. As he passed by, he glanced proudly at his head, then snorted heavily, and walked away.
Ning Wufeng was somewhat inexplicable, touching his nose.
At this time, Yan Ling said: "This person is the prince of Xiaoming Palace, Baiyan boy, and the master who will report to you. Liu Juncai who you drove away is theirs, so ..."
Ning Wufeng immediately showed a sorrowful color. It turned out that this guy was breathing out for Liu Jun. In the face of Ou Ye Changsheng, he didn't dare to treat himself, so he could only warn like this.
But how would he care about such warnings.
The boy from Baiyan went out. He was not big, but he was full of energy. He said, "Since it is a cultural society, it is also on the site of my Xiaoming Palace. I will have something special, so I will clean the air for you."
There seemed to be some dissatisfaction in his tone. After all, it was on the ground of the Ming Dynasty city. As a result, the ghost-relief meeting was organized by the Ouye family, and their virgins and virgins in Xiaoming Palace became a foil.
The boy of Baiyan immediately wanted to take a bite of anger and waved his hand. A dense golden stone appeared in front of him, and a golden pestle in his hand shone a dazzling light.
Ding Ding Ding ...
The golden pestle struck the gold stone, making a pleasant sound, and instantly transformed into a golden glittering rune that spread out. Wherever inscriptions go, the ghosts die immediately, and they die instantly.
Ning Wufeng felt that when the guy was killing the ghost, he looked proud and glanced at him provocatively, as if warning.
He touched his nose, thinking about how to respond to him, and suddenly a scream came out of Jiang's heart suddenly. Everyone felt that his sense of knowledge was shaken severely, and his complexion turned pale.
The first boy Baiyan seems to be hurting more!