If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 402: Guanyin
Li Rongji looked mysterious.

Xiao Yu just shook his head in confusion, "I've never heard of it, is the Seven Arrows Book very powerful?"

Li Rongji lowered his voice and asked, "Lu Ya Daojun, you haven't heard of it either?"

Xiaoyu seemed to have some impression of it, from the memory of the previous life, but had never heard of it in this life.

"Which immortal is Lu Ya Daojun?"

"Lu Ya Daojun attained enlightenment in ancient times, and no one knows his exact identity or origin.

But I know his horrific achievements during the medieval times when the gods were conferred upon him.

Almost invincible, no one is better than Daozu." Li Rongji said softly.

"The period of the Conferred Gods." Xiao Yu frowned slightly.

Even the Journey to the West, she had only watched the 86 CCTV version.

I should have read "The Investiture of the Gods", but it's been so long that I really can't remember who Lu Ya Taoist is.

She was only impressed by Jiang Ziya, Yang Jian and Nezha.

"Who did Taoist Lu Ya kill during the Conferred God Period?" Xiao Yu asked.

“Lu Ya Daojun has two magic weapons, one of which is the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, which has killed several great immortals.

Those great immortals were later included in the Conferred God List and became the Star Lords of Heaven."

Li Rongji looked a little excited, "How powerful it must be to become a star lord immortal!"

"Didn't we talk about the Seven Arrows Book? Are we going to practice the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife tonight?"

Xiao Yu didn't have a deep impression of Taoist Master Lu Ya, but he had heard of the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, which seemed to be very powerful.

"There is no Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying. I am just introducing you to the Taoist Master Lu Ya." Li Rongji shook his head and continued, "Taoist Master Lu Ya did not personally use the Seven Arrows Book.

He lent his magic weapon to Jiang Taigong and let Jiang Taigong kill him, so he himself would not be involved in the cause and effect. "

"Is the Seven Arrows Book a magical technique or a magical treasure?" Xiao Yu asked doubtfully.

"It is both a magic weapon and a Taoist technique." Li Rongji explained: "The magic weapon is called 'Seven Arrows with Nail Heads'. It looks like a manuscript, and it records the curse secrets of 'Seven Arrows with Nail Heads'."

"So it's a curse."

Although there was no disapproval on her face, the solemnity and tension had disappeared.

Li Rongji was dissatisfied and said, "That is not an ordinary curse. The Seven Arrows Book has killed a golden immortal before!"

"Curse to kill the Golden Immortal?" Xiao Yu was shocked, and then showed doubt, "The Golden Immortal is perfect, how can he be cursed to death?"

Li Rongji sneered and said, "The golden immortal who was cursed to death is today's 'Zhengyi Longhu Xuantan Zhenjun'!"

"Who is that?" Xiao Yu was a little confused. "Is it the deity worshipped by Zhengyi Sect? I know the spiritual officer of Taiyi Dao, and Taiyi Dao seems to belong to Zhengyi Sect."

Li Rongji was somewhat speechless and helpless, and said: "The God of Wealth Zhao Gongming, you must know him, right? He was sent to the Investiture of the Gods by the Seven Arrows Book."

Xiaoyu knew the God of Wealth, but had no idea of ​​his strength.

"Let's go to Qingliu Garden to find Guilin Sanren. No matter how much we talk, it's better to see the ancient secret treasure with our own eyes." She said.

Li Rongji hesitated and said, "They are drinking and having fun, and they are unruly. It is very indecent and unsightly."

——Are they at a group party?

Xiaoyu frowned.

If those bastards were having an orgy party, what did Lee Young-gi mean by calling her over?
Li Rongji saw the dissatisfaction on her face and felt a little embarrassed. He pulled Li Anmin to his side and whispered a few words to her.

Li Anmin said goodbye and left, and came back after a while, saying: "Guilin Sanren and a group of immortal masters have moved to the Anxiang Pavilion. I would like to invite His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Fairy Yu, and Miss Shaoyao to attend the banquet."

Li Rongji smiled and said, "Anxiang Pavilion is in the plum garden. On a winter night, it is quite interesting to cook wine and appreciate the plum blossoms in a small red clay stove."

Even though the banquet venue was moved from Qingliu Garden to Anxiang Pavilion, the people there were still unruly and unrestrained.

Outside the attic, wintersweets are in full bloom, white as falling snow, with a subtle fragrance floating in the air.

The pavilion is 100 square meters, with a brazier in the corner and a thick and gorgeous carpet on the wooden floor.

There were fourteen or fifteen "strange people" sitting on it, including Taoists and monks.

Everyone has a beauty by their side.

Several men bared their chests, held beauties on their laps, and drank from leather cups.

When they saw Xiaoyu and Shaoyao, many eyes showed lustful looks.

"Clang~~~" The Qiao Shi sword on Xiao Yu's waist had not been unsheathed, but it made a clear and high-pitched sword sound.

When Shaoyao and Li Rongji heard the sound of the sword, they felt it was pleasant to the ears, like music from heaven.

The "immortal" sitting on the blanket in the warm room, whenever he had lustful thoughts, no matter who the lust was directed at, his ears seemed to be filled with 200 decibels of noise.

That noise was not ordinary noise, it was the creepy noise of a knife scraping against glass.

"Ah~~~" Someone couldn't help but groan in pain, holding his ears.

"Great swordsmanship, great sword intent, Yu Fengxian, your reputation is well-deserved!"

The young man sitting cross-legged on the east side had a slightly changed expression.

He did not cover his ears, nor did he show any pain, but the heat and greed in his eyes seemed to be directed at Shaoyao beside Xiaoyu.

Although the young man had his samurai uniform open, revealing his dark and strong muscles, and was holding a woman in palace dress in his arms, his sword was always placed at his side.

"Clang clang~~" At this time, his sword was also gently jumping in the scabbard, making a loud sound of metal.

Wherever the sound waves passed, Xiaoyu's sword intent was immediately dispelled.

Xiao Yu said "Huh" and asked in surprise: "Are you the 'Red Leaf Sword Immortal' He Xuan?
Good swordsmanship, and strong Qiu Feng sword intent. I am grateful for your teaching."

The moment the man's sword rang, she seemed to be pulled into another world by a huge force: the autumn wind was bleak, the red maples were falling, the man was gone, leaving her alone with melancholy.

If it was simply one of the three artistic conceptions of "the bleakness of autumn", "the falling maple leaves", or "isolated from the world and full of melancholy", Xiaoyu would at most glance at him and would not be surprised.

But He Xuan has integrated various sword ideas together, forming a complex yet harmonious sword art conception.

"Yu Fengxian, what do you mean? We are drinking here, how have we offended you?" a middle-aged monk with a goatee and pockmarked face said angrily.

Xiaoyu glanced at the crowd and saw many people with dissatisfied and angry eyes.

What's more, several of them had just made a big fool of themselves, and now there was unconcealable hatred in their eyes.

Li Rongji just took Shaoyao to find another place to sit, and had no intention of trying to make peace.

She clasped her fists and said with a smile, "It's not that I want to disturb your fun, it's just that I'm being naughty and dishonest."

She patted the Qiao Shi sword at her waist and said, "Why not let it come out and apologize to everyone?"

Everyone thought she was threatening them, and the anger on their faces turned into vigilance.

"Clang~~~" A ray of white light flew out from the scabbard, and when it appeared in front of people, it was already a woman with an enchanting figure and a face like a lotus.

The woman was not the "Lord of Flowers" and was not wearing a mask, but she looked somewhat familiar.

The delicate face is set off by rosy clouds, and the red lips are evenly coated with crimson rouge.

Her face is as delicate as Chang'e, but her expression is dignified and solemn, and there is compassion and kindness in her eyes and on her face.

Everyone, including the palace maids who served the strange people, thought of the Bodhisattva statues enshrined in their own homes or in temples first.

Combined with her attire, her black hair was tied up in a bun, she wore no necklace, she was wearing a white gauze robe, revealing a small lake green jacket underneath, her two round, jade-like arms were faintly visible under the gauze, she had a brocade skirt tied around her waist, and her feet were bare.
If she holds a fish basket in her right hand, it will be more obvious. Even without a fish basket, some people will blurt out, "Fish basket Guanyin?"

The only difference between this painting and the "Fish Basket Guanyin" sold in the market is the fish basket.

"My dear fathers, I am the 'Warning Guanyin'. Today is a grand event, so I specially present the 'Warning Great Sadness Dance' for you fathers, okay?"

The woman had a charming face, but her temperament had an indescribable holiness and compassion, she was really like a "female Bodhisattva".

"Okay, okay, the Bodhisattva is dancing for us, how can it be bad?"

It's very strange. Although "Warning Guanyin" has the face of Guanyin and her expression and movements don't have the slightest charm, men and women are extremely excited when they see her.

"The Warning Guanyin" knelt down and bowed to the crowd, then began to spin like the wind.

Still not seductive, still solemn and dignified.

Her dancing posture has a strong flavor of Taoist rituals. She looks like a female Bodhisattva, but her spirit belongs to the authentic Taiyi Xuanmen.

However, looking at the movements alone, it looks like Tantric yoga. The limbs are flexible, the range of motion is large, the face is solemn, and the postures are not provocative, but there is a primitive temptation in Tantra that is not found in Taoism.

Everyone in the attic, both men and women, including Li Rongji and Shaoyao, were dazzled by the sight.

"So beautiful, so charming, such a Bodhisattva, so painful, ho ho ho~~~"

The expression on the pockmarked monk's face, who had previously scolded Xiaoyu, gradually became distorted.

He was obviously in an excited state, and was becoming more and more excited.

It should have revealed an extremely obsessed and lustful look.

In fact, there were indeed signs of surging desire on his pockmarked face, but the more intoxicated and excited he was, the more painful the expression on his face became.

A mixture of pain and desire distorted his face.

Others had different reactions. Some simply appreciated it, like Shaoyao; some gradually lost control, like Li Rongji, He Xuan and others who were at a high level, or those who had never had any desires before.

Some people were like the pockmarked monk, their expressions became increasingly distorted, their cheeks turned red, and heat came out of their heads.

"Yu Fengxian, stop!" He Xuan pressed the sword with his right hand, his eyes wide open, and shouted harshly.

"Daddy, am I not dancing my warning dance well?"

The beauty still danced as lightly as snow, but she tilted her head and gave He Xuan a look of compassion.

"Beautiful, very beautiful. Good dancing, very good." The pockmarked monk murmured with difficulty.

"Idiot, you are in the process of 'returning vital energy to essence', why don't you clear your desires and focus your mind!" He Xuan shouted.

His voice was loud and his words were very reasonable.

But his own face was gradually turning red.

The more intense the desire, the hotter the body becomes, and the colder the lower body becomes.

Weird.

"Good Bodhisattva, so beautiful, so beautiful, good, so painful - it hurts me so much~~~"

The pockmarked monk who was sitting in a daze suddenly stretched out his legs, his body stiffened into a line, his hands tightly grasped his chest, and he fell on the blanket, puffing out a silvery paste like mercury from his mouth.

"clang~~~" He Xuan couldn't bear it any longer, he drew his magic sword and turned it into a red maple leaf.

As fast as lightning, it shot towards the center of the attic. It was an "evil demon" that was as charming as a witch and as compassionate as a bodhisattva.

"Evil demon, retreat quickly!"

Uh, He Xuan directly shouted "evil demon".

"Daddy, am I not dancing well?"

He Xuan swung his sword but failed to pierce the "Warning Bodhisattva".

The movements of “Bodhisattva of Warning” were as graceful as a celestial being descending to the earth, and he dodged the attack perfectly.

While dodging, his expression was still dignified and his dance moves were agile and steady.

"Shhhh~~~"

He Xuan swung his sword repeatedly, but it was as if he was holding a table tennis racket to hit a light goose down.

I shoot towards the target every time, but I never get it.

"Yu Fengxian, enough is enough!"

Two other Taoists, using the water-dividing spear and the whisk respectively, joined the battle, making it three against one.

After a while, the Bodhisattva Jingshi was hit by several attacks.

But their weapons fell on "her", making a sound of metal clashing, but did not hurt "her".

However, the siege of the crowd did disrupt her movements.

Although her eyes were full of holiness and compassion, the three people surrounded her, blocking her view.

Li Rongji woke up with a red face, turned his head to look at the monk with the pockmarked face, and shouted: "Xiao Fengxian, quickly put away your magical powers, the monk Duobao is dying."

"Dear fathers, I am leaving now~~"

"The Warning Guanyin" bowed gracefully, shrank her body and leaped upwards, turning into a ray of silver light, and "whoosh" returned to the scabbard at Xiaoyu's waist.

"Don't be embarrassed or angry, we were just playing a game!" Xiaoyu faced the angry gazes with a smile.

Just like before, everyone glared at each other in anger, but this time there were complex emotions such as caution, vigilance, and fear in their angry eyes.

"Puff~~~"

As the Warning Guanyin disappeared, three people immediately turned red in the face like cooked shrimps, opened their mouths, and spurted out a paste that sparkled like mercury.

It's several liters.

"It hurts so much~~~"

They were not unconscious and could still wail in pain.

Only his breath was obviously much weaker, with signs of a loss of fundamental energy.

(End of this chapter)