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Chapter 351, Sing to Wine, Sword Dance and Moon Shadow(1/2)

The Tao and Dharma flow, endless creation.

Realize it!

The Ten Palaces of Hell was stunned, as if he had escaped into the mysterious and infinite artistic conception.

The opportunity is rare, and they don’t care about it, and they sit cross-legged and practice.

"What's the situation?" Lin Fan was confused.

This drama has not been staged yet, why are they all getting involved first?

Originally, Lin Fan was looking forward to watching a good show, but it seemed that there was no show tonight.

"Forget it, I'll just entertain myself." Lin Fan put a gourd in his hand.

During the festival, Lin Fan would take out a few sips of the fragrance of osmanthus that he had treasured for many years.

The fragrance of osmanthus is the fragrance of wine, and the fragrance is full of ten miles.

In one mouthful, the aftertaste is endless.

Dong!

Lin Fan uncovered the wine gourd and lay on the bamboo chair with pleasure.

Watching the moon, drinking lightly.

"It smells so good, it's still the same flavor." Lin Fan looked quite enjoyable.

The fragrance of wine is everywhere, spreading everywhere.

The Ten Kings of Hell, who were practicing in seclusion, suddenly felt a burst of strange fragrance of wine coming to his nose.

"It smells so good..."

The ten palaces of Hell's body and spirit shook.

The mellow aroma of wine cleanses the soul, dreams and refreshes the heart.

The aroma of wine and the rhyme of Tao seem to be integrated.

There is Tao in the wine, and wine in the Tao, which makes people intoxicated and their artistic conception continues.

At that moment, the Ten Palaces of Hell felt that his whole mind was purified, and he was feeling comfortable that he had never felt before, and his mental state and cultivation were subtle.

Then, the mind was touching, and the body and spirit were ethereal, as light as leaves. It was actually following the strange wine fragrance in the air, and the body and spirit of the Ten Palaces of Hell actually floated one by one.

The body and spirit are ethereal, and the soul travels to the world.

The ten palaces of Hell's mind is like an illusion, as if swimming in the infinite evolution of Taoism.

Mysterious and mysterious, the door to all wonders.

Obviously, this is the saint's guidance and the supreme fate of heaven.

The kings of Hell were extremely excited. Unexpectedly, not only did they not be punished by the Holy Lord, but instead led them to transform into a state of transcendence. It was like a dream and incredible.

It was the Holy Lord who intentionally led the way, and the Kings of Hell did not dare to let down the Holy Lord's cultivation, so they calmly realized it.

Originally, Lin Fan was enjoying the wine and the moon, but suddenly he saw figures floating in the air like ghosts, and they all looked smiling.

Dazzled?

Lin Fan was stunned and rubbed his eyes.

float!

It's really floating!

"Damn it! No wonder these guys always come out for no reason to scare people. Are these guys ghosts?" Lin Fan was so scared that he choked.

Originally, King Yama and the others came from unknown sources, and they had been hit by evil forces for several days, which made Lin Fan think that they were hitting ghosts.

Bloody!

Since the system started to use a soul-summoning technique for myself, I felt that many supernatural events had happened around me for no reason.

"Stay calm! I don't do bad things, and I don't fear ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night! I don't do bad things, and I don't fear ghosts even if there are ghosts." Lin Fan comforted himself.

It is said that people are afraid of ghosts and ghosts are afraid of people seven points.

Seeing that King Yama and the others were all cowardly, even if they were really ghosts, they would be afraid that they would be without any threat.

Just seeing the King of Yama and the others floating in front of their eyes, the scene was really a bit terrifying and weird.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan took a few more sips of wine to give himself courage.

Sure enough, wine boosts people's courage.

After looking at it, Lin Fan calmed down.

"I thought they were pretending to be a ghost, but it turned out that they were acting in their true colors. Is this bad luck? How could I deal with ghosts?" Lin Fan sighed bitterly.

I'm still looking forward to watching a big show, but it turns out that it's a series of nonsense.

"Forget it, no one will offend ghosts, no one will offend people." Lin Fan breathed lightly.

But after all, facing a group of ghosts, Lin Fan's heart is not that big, and he can completely assume that he does not exist.

The most important thing is that Lin Fan cannot enjoy the moon with peace of mind.

In order to calm myself down, I can only use the excitement of drinking to divert my attention.

Look, after drinking a few sips of wine, Lin Fan felt a little overwhelmed.

When he stood up and looked at the moon, Lin Fan raised a wooden sword in his hand.

Although Lin Fan cannot practice the secrets of martial arts, every time when the wine comes, Lin Fan will dance swords alone in the yard.

Of course, this is not a swordsmanship.

He was just waving around in a mess by drinking. After all, Lin Fan's life was so boring, so he often learned from ancient people to recite poems and dance swords and spend the long night.

Guru~

After a sip of hot wine, Lin Fan felt a little drunk and was full of interest.

call out!

With a sword stabbed out, Lin Fan said aloud as if drunk: "When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky with wine!"

It is full of poetry, and the world seems to have a wonderful artistic conception.

It was a casual sound, but it was like thunder, thundering.

"Well?"

The Ten Palaces of Hell was stunned at the same time and woke up in shock.

But Lin Fan was holding a gourd in one hand and his body was shaking.

A sip of hot wine and write poems with a sword.

The sword technique is as good as you want, and there is no rules, but every sword swing has a mysterious aura and artistic conception.

Especially when it gives poetry, it is like the sound of the great way and the sword is transmitted to the spirit, which affects the fortune of heaven and earth.

"I have never seen such a mysterious sword technique for my practice for thousands of years."

"Although the Saint Lord's sword technique seems ordinary, every sword has a continuous Taoist rhyme, and coincidentally, the fortune of heaven and earth has endless changes and thousands of luck."

"There is Tao in the wine, and there is wine in the Tao. Use wine into the sword, carry the sword and write poems, inherit the heavenly way, and the Tao is infinite. Only the legendary sword of the Supreme Tao has such magical powers of swords."

"Yes, every sword of the Holy Lord is the essence of Taoism, and every sword is full of energy and charm."

...

The kings of Hell worshiped and exclaimed, and were in great awe.

King Yama had tasted the sweetness, but he was smart: "Everyone, this is the preaching of the Holy Lord. Opportunity is hard to find. Don't let the Holy Lord down and enlightenment!"

yes!

After repeated Xuanyun creation, the cultivation of the Ten Halls of Hell was all escaped and changed, and they made great progress.

Isn’t this the Holy Lord deliberately guided them to the Tao?

The saint guides the way, and opportunities cannot be missed.

The Ten Palaces of Hell's mind is the same and intoxicated by the infinite mysterious artistic conception.

Poetry is like the holy sound of the way of heaven, and the rhythm of Tao flows in the fragrance of wine, permeating the body and spirit.

"I don't know what year it will be today in the palace in the sky."

"I want to ride the wind and go back, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade pagoda will be colder at high places."

"How can you dance and play with the clear shadows? "

...

Lin Fan sings with wine and dances with swords.

It is like a hidden knight, with one sword and one move, as he wants, flowing in the clouds and water, the sword path is vast and heart-wrenching.
To be continued...
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