Eternal Gate

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"Baozi, newly released buns."

"Guest officer, you haven't been here for a few days."

"Those who have money support a money field, and those who have no money support a personal field."

The ancient city of mortals has the most human fireworks at night.

When Zhao Yun came, the streets and alleys were already crowded with people.

He is like a tourist, walking slowly in the shadows, and every step he takes, there is a touch of vicissitudes in his eyes.

Yes, it is the vicissitudes of life, it belongs to the Tao body.

Returning to the old place, there is such a state of mind, called things right and wrong.

This is immortal, a long life, but look at the prosperity of the world that comes and goes a few times.

His road is long.

Going around in circles for a long time without stopping.

It is the Taoist body that is looking for the warmth in memory.

"This is it."

Zhao Yun muttered to himself and stopped in front of a shop.

The shop sells calligraphy and painting, but a hundred years ago, there was a small tea stall here. There was a woman who sold tea, guarding an elderly grandfather. The tea she brewed was very special, and even a hundred years later, it is still unforgettable. , just like her smile, unforgettable.

Zhao Yun's eyes darkened a lot, and his mind was suddenly unbearable.

His thoughts, along with the Taoist's memory, returned to a hundred years ago.

"Girl, a pot of tea."

"Young master is not a local!"

The best years, the Taoist body missed.

His tears stained the corners of Zhao Yun's eyes.

"Zhao Yun?"

A sudden call interrupted Zhao Yun's thoughts.

When he looked sideways, he saw a little girl who was looking up at him.

It was actually a little fairy, a disciple of black and white.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Yun couldn't help but startled.

"Look at the fireworks in the world." The little fairy bit half of the candied haws.

"Good."

"Let's go, please watch the play."

"Watching... play?"

"Ok."

The little fairy didn't care whether Zhao Yun wanted it or not, she pulled it up and left.

The two of them reappeared, in front of a loft at the corner of the street.

Zhao Yun glanced at the plaque, the word Red House, and it was written quite gracefully. Looking at the decoration on the facade, it should be a theater. When he was a child, he was in the ancient city of forgetting, and his mother often took him to the theater.

"I still have something to do, let's go first..."

"Come on, let's watch a show!"

The little fairy smiled and forcibly pulled Zhao Yun in.

This girl has already reserved a seat, and there is a big stage directly opposite.

Zhao Yun took his seat and glanced at the four directions with his eyes.

The business of the Red House is good. Before the opening, it was basically full. There were men and women, young and old. The busiest one was the second shopkeeper, who was running back and forth with trays in hand, just delivering tea and snacks to the guests.

"Quan should take a break." The little fairy stuffed a piece of cake.

"You are leisurely and elegant." Zhao Yun buried his head and rubbed his eyes.

Rubbing and rubbing, he lost himself in the lake.

The law of the gods, which had been silent for eighteen years, dragged his consciousness away again.

It's still that mood, it's still Dao Tianyin, accompanied by the influence of the ancestors.

He slept here, but it didn't prevent the drama in the slightest.

With the sound of the gong, the curtain on the stage slowly opened.

On the day of birth, the end of the net is ugly, and the clothes are embroidered and fresh. After you sing, I will come on stage.

The play has turned... I have played a joy and a sorrow.

it is good!

The audience under the stage cheered continuously and it was very lively.

And Zhao Gongzi, who was lost in the lake, seemed out of place.

Compared to him, the two people in his purple mansion are quite sentimental, one on the left and one on the right, one with his hand in his hand and the other with his beard. It was so boring in the middle of the night that his mother still had a show.

Look at the little fairy, she is indeed interested.

When everyone applauded, she followed suit.

You know, she's a fairy.

I don't know, I thought she was the eldest lady who sneaked out.

soon.

Zhao Yun woke up from the lost lake and sat there in a daze.

I had another dream, I was afraid that I had some insights, and I was unconscious.

"See if that person's face is familiar." The little fairy poked him.

Zhao Yun silently closed his eyes and looked at the stage with unfulfilled thoughts.

Entering the eyes...I saw a woman in a costume, stepping on the lotus step.

"Moon God?" Zhao Yun muttered, and subconsciously got up. Although the other party was wearing heavy makeup, he could see his true face clearly, and he was the same as his outstanding Xiu'er.

"What?"

Perhaps it was because his seat was too far forward, causing the audience behind him to scold him.

He didn't seem to hear it, he just stared at the stage, just as the woman in the costume fluttered her sleeves, covering her face and looking back.

The four eyes looked at each other, as if they were familiar with each other.

"Hello." The little fairy tugged Zhao Yun.

Only then did Zhao Yun shake his head and take his seat again subconsciously.

He must have missed the Moon God so much that he lost his temper like this.

"Her name is Rouge, the little disciple of the theater owner." The little fairy whispered.

"You, have dust beads."

"I tried, she's not an incarnation."

"Can you tell me why you often dream of the Moon God?" Zhao Yun looked sideways.

"I don't know." The little fairy shook her head, "I often dream of it anyway."

Zhao Yun was suspicious and looked at the stage again.

Like, Rouge and Luna look too similar, especially those eyes.

More than he thought, the two of his Zi Manor also had a strange expression this time, an actor, who was exactly the same as Luna Sheng, and putting it aside for singing, it felt very fresh.

it is good!

Accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, there was another applause.

Zhao Yun did not understand the Tao anymore, and concentrated on being a spectator. Rouge performed very well, like a butterfly, dancing gracefully on the stage, bathed in the bright moonlight, adding a dreamy mood.

Ok?

For a moment, Zhao Yun and Little Fairy looked at each other.

When it was over, both of them glanced at Misty.

"I feel uneasy watching a play."

Zhao Yun put down the teacup, got up and left.

At the entrance of the red building, he disappeared. Perhaps the show was so exciting that no one paid attention to it, let alone a big living person who disappeared as he walked, like a conjuration.

starry sky.

Thunder and lightning.

There was a man in a blood-robed robe, facing the mortal dust ancient star, swaying scarlet scarlet terrifying fairy light, the purpose is obvious, to refine this ancient star, and swallow its inner life.

Zhao Yun soared upwards, stepping out of the ancient star step by step.

When the man in the blood robe saw it, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there were cultivators inside.

"Blood people." Zhao Yun said in his heart, knowing the origin of the other party at a glance.

"Fellow Daoist, what a face!"

The blood-robed man's eyes narrowed slightly, trying to see through Zhao Yun's true face.

However, his vision is limited, or the opponent's physique has a mysterious power to cover up, and all he sees is the Mohu Lake. He only knows that this person is a quasi-immortal king, and his aura is very good.

Zhao Yun didn't talk nonsense, he covered the sky with one palm.

Since you are a blood race, you don't need to keep your hands.

"you....."

The color of the blood-robed man suddenly changed, and he hurriedly sacrificed his natal weapon.

It is a pity that he, who is also the quasi-immortal king, is far from enough to see. The natal weapon was just sacrificed, and it was crushed by Zhao Yun's palm. Even his master was crushed to the ground, and his blood and bones collapsed.

"Junior... so bold."

Before Zhao Yun could capture the blood-robed man, he heard a cold snort behind him.

Looking sideways, I realized that he was a young man, with a strong black robe, a proper immortal king, and he was at the peak of the peak. Judging from the honor of his facial features, he was like a twin brother with this blood-robed man. The moment he manifested , the blood-robed man turned into a wisp of mist and disappeared.

The answer is obvious:

The blood-robed man is his demon body.

"The Eighth Commander of the Blood Race, it's you!"

Zhao Yun took a portrait and compared it.

He had seen this person before, Yaoyue had seen it during the battle against the Immortal Earth, and he ran fast when he escaped before he escaped back to his ancestral land. Gu Xing, to take blood to nourish the deity, the blood clan's usual method.

"Little quasi Immortal King, you have a lot of knowledge." The black-robed youth snorted.

When the words fell, he saw his hands in the air, and the claws covered a starry sky.

Zhao Yun didn't say a word, he stepped across the space, and easily killed the black-robed youth.

"you....."

The demeanor of the black-robed youth was also like that of the blood-robed man, who was caught off guard.

Before he could react, Zhao Yun's eyes had already burst into flames, dragging his consciousness into an illusion. When he regained consciousness, his body had been destroyed, leaving only the illusory primordial spirit, and there were hundreds of seals. The real body is imprisoned, unable to move at all.

Confused, the black-robed young man was dumbfounded!

Are today's quasi-immortal kings so evil?

His dignified Immortal King peak, is this cleaned up?

"Senior, stay safe." Zhao Yun slowly revealed his true face.

"Zhao... Zhao Yun?" The black-robed youth struggled violently, his eyes full of horror.

Obviously, he kicked the steel plate tonight, how can the eternal body be in the ancient mortal star.

"Your blood clan... have you caught my relatives and friends."

The same question, Zhao Yun asked again at this moment.

The black-robed youth's face turned pale, "I haven't...never caught it."

puff!

Zhao Yun took a knife and inserted his primordial body.

This knife is enough to make people uncomfortable, and the screams are very shrill.

"I didn't lie to you." The black-robed youth grinned.

Zhao Yun didn't bother to interrogate, so he started the Soul Searching technique directly.

After searching, the other party did not lie to him, and there was no picture of his relatives and friends.

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun flicked his hand and took it into the small world.

The black-robed youth came in and took a look, hey! There are two more.

Those two were also interesting, and they all looked at each other: Are you here?

Brothers and sisters in trouble, another one has been added, an immortal king too high, a great elder of the setting sun, and an eight commander of the blood clan. Except for the awkward meeting scene, there is nothing else.

Zhao Yun glanced at it, then turned back to Mortal Star.

The drama of the Red House has ended, and many fireworks have been extinguished.

On the dim stage, a figure could be vaguely seen.

It was Rouge, although she had taken off her costumes, she was still wearing her costumes. In the dead of night, she practiced dance steps with her sleeves rolled up. No one played gongs and drums to accompany her, but she danced seriously.

Although the audience was empty, it was not without spectators.

Zhao Yun, who returned from the starry sky, is a spectator.

He didn't bother, just watched quietly. The rouge that had taken off her makeup looked more like his Xiu'er. Every move, every frown and smile, was like the person in his memory, beautiful like a dream, and even these few moments, He didn't think she was the moon god, acting alone.

Still hiding her face and looking back, Rouge realized that there was someone in the audience.

Xu Shi was dark in the moonlight and couldn't see who it was, but she remembered those eyes.

Just like before, the glances on and off the stage, I don't know if I knew each other, or it was love at first sight.

"It's beautiful." Zhao Yun left a sentence and turned around silently.

"Young Master... will you come tomorrow?" Rouge whispered.

"Perhaps." Zhao Yun smiled and walked away step by step. <scripttype="35d63b5f98298b8f411a9177-text/javascript">show_htm3();</script>