Qin Dynasty snare people

Xiao had dreamed of many comments from Luo Yan, but never thought that Luo Yan would give such a vulgar comment.

Is that all?

Xiao Meng blinked her beautiful eyes, looked at the common man in front of her, and asked, I never thought that people like King Liyang would judge people by their appearance.

When people meet and get along with each other for the first time, what each other cares about is naturally their appearance. Whether it is talent or inner qualities, they cannot be felt in a short time. These require getting along with each other over time. The first meeting is also What can you feel? Even if you have a good impression, it is just an illusion shown by others. Time is the way to test each other.

Luo Yan had a smile on his face, not embarrassed at all, and admitted it generously.

Food, sex, and nature are enough to show that King Yueyang has an open mind and is superior to countless people in the world.

Xiao Meng pondered for a moment and stared at Luo Yan with a slightly strange look. Compared with people in the world, Luo Yan gave her a very special feeling. This feeling has not changed even after more than ten years. He is still he.

The world only cares about the external image and evaluation. If I were not an outsider like Master Xiaomeng, I would not be so presumptuous.

Luo Yan chuckled and said lightly.

In King Liyang's heart, am I the person from this world who is not stained by the secular world?

Xiaomeng's eyes flashed slightly, her thin lips moved slightly, and her voice was lively and peaceful, but there was no emotion or anger in it.

What do you mean... Luo Yan heard Xiao Meng's words and combined with his understanding of Xiao Meng's character in the original work, he immediately had an idea in his mind. His expression remained unchanged and he said softly: A person like the master is naturally an outsider.

After speaking, there was a pause, and before Xiaomeng could speak, the conversation changed.

However, my first impression of Master Xiaomeng is not like this. The first feeling in my heart is that the master is just a beautiful young girl. The second feeling is that it is a pity that such a beauty is addicted to Taoism. It is a pity.

What's a pity? Taoist practice does not taboo the pleasure of men and women~

Xiaomeng looked at Luo Yan with a half-smile, and raised her beautiful hand to gently hold a strand of hair in front of her forehead. The amorous expression she showed instantly made even an experienced driver like Luo Yan feel warm.

These days, Taoist nuns are a rarity after all.

Isn't it taboo?

Luo Yan didn't lose his sense of control because his heart got hot, but he explored it curiously.

He knew that Xiaomeng didn't mean what he said. For a person like Xiaomeng, the love between men and women is just a discussion of Tao, not sexual intercourse.

The masculine yang is originally the avenue of heaven and earth. Taoism does not focus on traces. The path of cultivation is the process of refining the heart. If you can't even pass this level, how can you get a glimpse of the way of heaven and earth.

Xiaomeng's clear and cold eyes were as indifferent and calm as ice and snow, and she said slowly.

I don’t believe it. If you have the ability, let’s discuss it with me... Luo Yan doesn’t believe what Xiao Meng said at all. What Xiao Meng said is just talk. The so-called Taoist practice of refining the heart is just a process of forgetting one’s emotions, which is far from true enlightenment. There's a huge difference. After all, how can you understand without participating? Even a figure like Luo Yan can only understand a little or two after the fact.

Has Master passed this level?

Luo Yan looked at Xiaomeng curiously and asked.

If you haven't been moved yet, why talk about anything else.

Xiaomeng's posture is arrogant and elegant, and her eyes are cold and calm. She is like a fairy who transcends the world and disdains the world.

Hearing this, Luo Yan became more serious and asked curiously, Master, do you want to try the feeling of heartbeat?

what for?

Xiaomeng frowned slightly, wondering what Luo Yan meant. Could it be that the other party wanted to see her legs, but this kind of behavior had no impact on her. There were countless people in the world, and what others did was none of her business. She would not be messed up by other people's behavior. Heartbroken.

Luo Yan smiled, stood up slowly, and sat next to Xiao Meng. Then, under her gaze, he moved his head closer until his cheeks were close and they could breathe each other's breath. He stopped and looked at her old pair of eyes. With calm eyes, Zuo asked softly: Master, are you upset?

Xiaomeng held Qiuli in her hand tightly, but her beautiful eyes remained calm. She stared at Luo Yan closely, silently and with no intention of avoiding him. She didn't believe that Luo Yan dared!

Boo~

Luo Yan pursed his lips, and happened to touch Xiao Meng's thin lips. He didn't want it at first, but this beautiful girl came to his door. He didn't even try to hide. If he didn't kiss, he wouldn't kiss. At worst, he would get slapped. The charming girl starts early.

A little soft...

Xiaomeng's beautiful eyes widened with disbelief, obviously she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her. The next moment, her body instinctively burst out with a powerful inner breath, and the power of the surrounding heaven and earth trembled, as if being pulled by her, It shook violently.

Luo Yan did not dodge or dodge, but directly resisted this blow. He relied on his strong physical fitness to withstand it.

Master, you are upset.

Luo Yan looked at Xiaomeng's wide eyes playfully, pursed his lips, and said softly.

Xiaomeng was more than confused, her breathing was quickened. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Luo Yan, as if she wanted to remember the person in front of her, although she had never forgotten it. The next moment, her body flashed and seemed to merge into the world. Suddenly, he disappeared in front of Luo Yan.

Ran!

He ran away now. He was indeed the king of strong mouths. Where did he end up... Luo Yan looked at the empty seats, stretched out his hand and rubbed his chest, not forgetting to tease him in his heart.

His heart was calm, and he didn't have any big impulses, but if he touched his lips, he was not a child, so he could feel relaxed.

Unfortunately, Xiaomeng didn't give him a chance.

but.

The power of Xiaomeng's hasty palm just now was pretty good. It would not have seriously injured an ordinary person. Of course, for a thick-skinned guy like Luo Yan, the palm was well worth it and he would not be injured. , after all, he had already taken precautions while chatting.

These days, flirting with girls also requires strength.

Master Xiaomeng, I'll wait for you in Songhai City.

Luo Yan used his inner strength, laughed loudly, and immediately turned around and walked down the mountain.

This time I came to Taoism and gained a lot. Many questions in my mind were answered. At the same time, I also got the attitude of Tianzong. As for Xiaomeng, it was just a part of the plan. Among the hundreds of schools of thought, Taoism has a special status. , there are also the most experts, and there are no interest disputes with the empire. Even sectarian doctrines have no impact on the empire.

In this case, the gains outweigh the losses in dealing with the Taoists, so it would be better to save the country through a curve, and it would be more appropriate to start with Xiaomeng.

An eighteen-year-old woman, no matter how mature she is, can't hide her inexperience in the world, and there is no pressure to flirt with her, just be simple and rough.

I'm confused, everything is easy to talk about.

This trick works every time.

If you were a royal sister like Zi Nu, the power of this move would plummet. She would just think you were a deceiver and call Wei Zhuang to comb Luo Yan's hair.

The words fell.

Luo Yan actually led Mo Ya down the mountain without any hesitation.

Xiao Meng's voice appeared under the big chun tree again. Her tall figure was swaying, elegant and cold, and her beautiful eyes stared at Luo Yan's leaving back with complicated eyes. Her heart was really confused, she was ashamed and angry. There are still some unexplainable complications, just because Luo Yan saved her back then, if it weren't for Luo Yan, she wouldn't be where she is today. This is a favor. If not, how could she be as casual as Luo Yan, let alone He said that Luo Yan took advantage of him.

But she didn't expect that Luo Yan would really dare to do that.

Is the other party really just looking for sex?

Xiaomeng took a deep breath and started using Taoist internal skills. Her mind slowly calmed down. She closed her eyes and pondered for a moment. She regained her previous indifference and thought about the matter calmly. She didn't believe that Luo Yan was that kind of person. If the person who is interested in sex is really just that kind of person, it is impossible for him to become the only king of a different surname in the Qin Dynasty from a commoner.

Wanting to understand this, Xiaomeng couldn't help but feel a little angry. If it was just the former, she wouldn't be so angry.

But now!

If you feel confused, go down the mountain. Your path is not on the mountain. You have to go through this world eventually. I stopped you because you were young. Now you can go down the mountain.

An old and peaceful voice sounded behind him.

Bei Mingzi appeared under the tree again at some point, holding a cup of tea and tasting it, but he never looked at Xiaomeng.

What does the master think of him?

Xiaomeng turned to look at Bei Mingzi, somewhat curious about the master's evaluation of Luo Yan.

He is an anomaly. You were saved by him back then, and your destiny has also changed. Otherwise, you wouldn't be what you are now. Destiny is unpredictable, but there is a destiny. Everything is fate~

Bei Mingzi said lightly.

Xiaomeng frowned, pondered for a moment, and then spoke again: Master, do you have any instructions for me to go down the mountain this time?

Go and see the world on behalf of your master.

Bei Mingzi's eyes were dark and he said slowly.

What do you mean... Xiaomeng was a little confused.

Bei Mingzi did not speak, and his figure faded away again, like a feather. In an instant, his breath disappeared, and there was nothing else. It seemed that his body had merged with the heaven and earth, turning into every plant and tree among the mountain peaks.

…

During the descent.

Mo Ya looked at Luo Yan with a strange look. If he was not blind, Luo Yan seemed to have kissed a woman just now, and then the woman gave Luo Yan a slap. The palm force seemed a bit fierce, considering his attitude towards Taoist heaven. As far as Zong knows, there seems to be only one woman above the mountain gate who meets this condition.

The prince is really... fierce!

Mo Ya could only give this evaluation in his heart. He really wanted to ask Luo Yan what he thought of that comment, but his reason made him hold back. After all, there was Qing Xuzi, an elder of the Tianzong, beside him.

Thinking of this, Mo Ya also glanced at Qing Xuzi. This Tianzong is really weird. The current leader was kissed inside the mountain gate, and the elder didn't feel anything at all. His expression didn't change, which was outrageous.

There was no talking all the way, and with the strength of a few people, we quickly reached the foot of the mountain.

Qing Xuzi bowed slightly to Luo Yan, then turned around and went up the mountain, disappearing from sight in a few seconds.

This Taoist school is really interesting~

Luo Yan glanced at the Taoist mountain gate again and whispered to himself.

This meaning is naturally not about Xiaomeng, but about Tianzong, Renzong, and Yin-Yang Sect. Taoism is divided into three, and the Tao they pursue is transformed into three sects. It is really interesting.

According to Taoism, it seems that it can also be divided into three schools of heaven, earth and people.

Isn’t the so-called land the country?

It is quite consistent with the Yin Yang family.

Let's go, it's time to head to Songhai City.

Luo Yan pondered for a while, chuckled lightly, gave instructions to Mo Ya, and then got on the carriage.

Originally, he could take Xiaomeng with him, but this time he went to Songhai City, and the female family members also went with him. Taking a beautiful girl back with him would easily destroy family harmony. Xiaomeng is an outsider after all. Not suitable.

Presumably Xiaomeng is not willing to participate in these common things.

. . . . . . . . . . .

In Songhai City, in a remote courtyard near the sea, two swordsmen were fighting each other. Their sword energy flickered as their bodies intertwined. However, their sword energy was extremely obscure and did not explode. They seemed to be just sparring.

After a long time, a person was chopped down and landed steadily, revealing a handsome face.

If there were any Confucian disciples here, they would recognize his identity as Zhang Liang, the third master of Confucianism.

Zifang, your swordsmanship has improved very quickly.

A hoarse voice sounded from the eaves, and along with the sound of a long sword being sheathed, Wei Zhuang's burly figure fell next to Zhang Liang, his eyes cold and calm, and a little complicated, as if he remembered the past, that year After all, his years in Korea were the softest memories in his heart.

Dreams, companions... Unfortunately, everything is too fragile and fleeting. Only a few of the former companions are still alive.

The quicksand disappeared into thin air.

The sea breeze is howling, the waves are rolling, and a few seagulls are gliding in the blue sky.

It's a pity that your sword drinks too little blood and lacks murderous energy.

Wei Zhuang said calmly, with Zhang Liang's talent, the art of swordsmanship should not stop here, but it is a pity that he does not like killing and has fought against others too few times.

One more swordsman or one less swordsman in this world will not affect anything.

Zhang Liang smiled slightly and said softly.

Wei Zhuang frowned slightly and said coldly: After so many years, don't you understand? Only the sword in your hand can protect everything you want.

Zhang Liang did not argue with Wei Zhuang, and his contact with Wei Zhuang this time was not just for small talk: The Mohist family hopes to cooperate with Niliuxha, and I will act as an intermediary to help you. The Mohist giant is now imprisoned in the Teeth Prison. According to Gai Nie As the gentleman said, you were once imprisoned in it and later killed out of it.

Tooth-gnawing prison?

Wei Zhuang's eyes flickered, and a not-so-good memory emerged. He was silent for a moment, and said indifferently: Why should I help the Mo family? I need a reason.

The Empire is our common enemy.

I have no interest in working with weaklings.

Mr. Genie is not weak.

Zhang Liang reminded with a smile.

Wei Zhuang frowned and was blocked by these words. He naturally recognized his senior brother's strength, but he had no interest in the people of the Mo family.

I have a hunch that the empire is about to take action against hundreds of schools of thought. This time the empire will set the place of execution in Songhai City, and Confucianism will be next...

Zhang Liang's smile faded, his eyes were solemn, he looked at the sea in the distance and whispered in a low voice.

Confucianism is not Mohism. Does the empire have such appetite?

Wei Zhuang asked with a frown.

Even if you want to deal with Confucianism, now is definitely not a good time.

The empire seemed a little impatient.

Zhang Liang shook his head. He didn't know about this, but he had a hunch that the empire's trip would not be that simple.