Chapter 659 Red Painting Skin

"The innocent Taoist friend is very magical, and Lao Qiu admires it."

In desperation, Lao Qiu had to ask An Bochen for help.

An Bochen looked at Lao Qiu: "Didn't you think that you are wearing the Taoist robe of the Dragon and Gun Gate, and the people of the Eight Swords League can't recognize your beard?"

Lu Zhoulei laughed when he heard the words. Lu Zhoushuang wanted to scold him, but he thought about it but didn't say anything.

"That... I'll change my face." Old Qiu scratched his head and said with a red face.

"Well, there are a lot of mysterious immortals in this conference. Even if you use the art of change, I'm afraid you will be recognized." An Bochen said, picked up the bird cage in his hand, and learned to sing softly.

Lu Zhoushuang and Lu Zhoulei have long been curious about the bird cage that has been held in their hands by innocent Taoist friends. They thought that without this bird cage, innocent Taoist friends would be more elegant. Under the momentary gaze of the Lu family, the bird in the cage shook its body. It also raised its hair and roared. Instead, it flew something from the bird's back. At first, it was very small and gradually became bigger, but it was a young man riding a flying elephant in red.

The sister and brother of the Lu family were surprised. They only said that it was the change spell of the innocent Taoist friend, and the old man beside him was well-informed. At first, he didn't pay much attention to the bird cage. At this time, he stood behind the side of the Lu family's sister and brother, staring at the bird cage in shock. For a long time, he looked up at An Bochen with surprise. From Lao Qiu's knowledge, it can't be seen that the bird in this cage is not an ordinary bird, but a kind of flying method that was rare in ancient times.

This kind of flying driving is different from ordinary flying driving. It looks just a bird in a cage. It is the size of a palm, but once released, it can become a giant bird like the sea. The bird's back is often hump. The big one can carry millions of people, and the small one can also carry tens of thousands of people. If you want to make such a magic drive, you need not only some cherished materials that you have never heard of, but also the refiner to have a profound Taoism.

Lao Qiu's reaction naturally could not escape An Bochen's eyes, and An Bochen had no intention of hiding anything.

It took him 50 years to refine this flying method. Fortunately, there is Zhou Tiangong. One hour is a year to practice in Zhou Tiangong. In addition to spending time and rare materials, Zhou Tiangong is still the result of An Bochen's enlightenment. Just like a mortal craftsman carving a real dragon on rice grains, in addition to skills, he also needs artistic conception.

"The owner."

The teenager in red flew out of the flying method and bowed respectfully to An Bochen, with a clear voice.

The young man in red has beautiful eyebrows, thin and weak, and tends to be feminine. In addition, he is dressed in red. If he doesn't look carefully, he will think he is a girl.

"Red clothes, can you have a small success in the transfigurement you learned from your mistress?" An Bochen asked.

"If you don't have Xiaocheng, there will always be seven or eight points." The teenager in red said, staring at Lao Qiu, looking beautiful but a little exaggerated, as if he were looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

The young man in red is dressed in red. At that time, Sima Jin was one of the three talented little men selected by An Bochen. Previously, he was in a short boat trip in life. Later, he was handed over to Qingyi to take care of the short boat trip in his life. The red clothes and white clothes went to Zhou Tiangong to preside over the affairs. Sima Jin once practiced when he was idle and bored, he used her specialty. The unique skill of changing face was taught to the red clothes, which made An Bochen laugh for a long time. The three talents in red clothes are overflowing, and they can learn everything quickly. Sima Jin's skill of changing appearance is her unique magic power. A little modification is taught to red clothes. In fact, red clothes have long been small, but because of his modest and cautious nature, he can only say that he can only speak seven or eight points.

"If you have a free and confident nature in blue clothes, I can let you out and experience it in this oven in troubled times."

An Bochen said with a smile.

"People have their own aspirations and can't be forced. This is the former teaching of the owner." The red clothes smiled faintly and said to An Bochen, who was neither humble nor arrogant.

None of the Lu brothers and Lao Qiu on the side spoke. Looking at the conversation between the master and servant in front of them, there was a sense of inferiority. The temperament of the young man in red is much higher than that of many famous immortals. He is modest and polite, not surprised by favors and humiliations, and has integrity in advance and retreat, which is by no means cultivated by dirty forces in the secular world. An innocent man can make such a young man serve willingly. What kind of person is he? Who is he? How can a person like him be anonymous?

"Okay, red clothes, go and help Lao Qiu Yirong. Lao Qiu, what do you want to become?

An Bochen turned his head and looked at Lao Qiu.

Lao Qiu showed his thoughtful face and was about to say something. An Bochen had deeply pointed to the eyebrows in red: "Just help him draw like this."

"Red clothes as much as possible."

The young man in red smiled softly, then took out the incense platform and brush from his arms and walked to Lao Qiu.

Walking on the cloud platform, the white crane turns over the feathers.

At dusk, the dusk and sunset are just red. Many monks climb up the sky peak from the ladder, either calling friends, or singing songs to arouse their spirits. No one noticed that a wonderful thing was happening in the clouds that the soles of their feet could not be captured by the naked eye.

"In this way, it's done."

The red clothes blew out the candlelight, put down the brush, and said to the man in front of him with a smile.

"Lao Qiu, it turns out that this is what you want to become."

Lu Zhoulei looked at Lao Qiu and almost smiled.

Lao Qiu didn't say anything. At this time, he was looking at his new face in the mirror handed over in red. This face is very different from his previous rough and unruly style. It is too beautiful, almost like a white face, which will inevitably make others think that he also envies those handsome men in his heart. In fact, this face used to have a master. Its owner was Wu Hao, who was also the comrade-in-arms who blocked the sword for him that year. Every night, Lao Qiu looks at the southeast moon. In the place where the water clouds are rising, he can't help but miss his former comrades-in-arms. He misses the man who sacrificed his life to hold the lightless sword and turns around and urges him to leave quickly. But when the morning light came, it shone on the earth and dispelled the last trace of old Qiu's illusion.

Lao Qiu didn't go to explain to Lu Zhoulei. The more he explained some things, the more pretentious he was. He arched his hand to Hong Yi and An Bochen in turn: "Thank you very much."

"This won't work. The Lightless Sword God may still remember it." An Bochen looked at Lao Qiu and shook his head.

At this time, Lao Qiu knew that he could not hide his thoughts and thoughts from this innocent friend. At the same time, he unconsciously gave birth to a sense of dependence that he had never had in the years.

"Red clothes, draw two more strokes, like rather than not." An Bochen said.

The young man in red nodded. He stared at Lao Qiu with an extremely attentive look, raised his pen for a long time, and sketched it on Lao Qiu's cheek.

Only one stroke fell, which made Lu Zhoulei next to him exclaim.

At first glance, Lao Qiu's face is almost the same as before, but if you look carefully, you will find that the two people are completely different. It is difficult to explain what is different. It seems that there is a very vague and not amazing feeling.

"It's a small success to be able to paint the skin. Even if it's a mysterious fairy, if you don't deliberately use magic spells, you can't see through your transfigurement."

An Bochen said to the red clothes.

The red clothes resisted the joy, but the corners of his mouth could not help but betray him, as if he could have good luck with a compliment from An Bochen.

"My boss, goodbye in red."

Facing An Bochen and Lao Qiu, the red clothes jumped into the cage in An Bochen's hand and flew to the white bird that was screaming. In a blink of an eye, it fell into the bird's feathers. The bird also regained its composure and gradually became as stiff as a mud sculpture.

The brothers and sisters of the Lu family were surprised and looked at the white bird, but no matter how they showed their magic power, what they saw was just an ordinary bird, and they couldn't find a place to hide in red. After hesitating for a long time, the Lu brothers and sisters were embarrassed to ask each other.

Naturally, An Bochen would not take the initiative to explain to them. He waved his hand: "All things are right. Now just wait for the road to begin. Let's go."

After saying that, An Bochen stepped on the white crane with a bird cage and flew to the cliff.

Not to mention the white crane that An Bochen rode, the two white cranes carrying Lao Qiu and the Lu family sister and brother did not dare to approach An Bochen, and followed An Bochen in fear. What made them awe was not An Bochen, nor the white crane under An Bochen's seat, but the Zhou Tiangong hidden in the bird cage in An Bochen's hand.

What kind of existence is Zhou Tiangong? If it were decades ago, when Zhou Tiangong was just born, I'm afraid that An Bochen himself could not explain it clearly. Now there is no doubt about An Bochen. The formation of Zhou Tiangong is because An Bochen has become the representative of Zhou Tian. Since he is the representative of Zhou Tian, everything about the big Zhoutian can be reflected on him, and the small Zhou Tian in his body can also be reflected to the big Zhou Tian outside the body. And because the fairy mansion in An Bochen's body was reborn after his nirvana, it was built into the Tianque Palace. Correspondingly, a Zhou Tian Palace and the Three Gods in the Zhou Tian Palace appeared above Zhou Tian.

If An Bochen dies one day, Zhou Tiangong will also disappear.

In a sense, Zhou Tiangong is more like a magic weapon that exists between heaven and earth because of the existence of An Bochen. It is only mastered by An Bochen. It can be stored anywhere in the big week, up to nine days away, down to the heart of Huangquan Hai. Naturally, it can also be sent by An Bochen in the flying magic drive.

On the sky peak, An Bochen took the three of them to find a secluded and uninhabited place to become big, and then walked to the square in front of the palace.

The building on Qingtian Peak is magnificent and magnificent. Only a square in front of the palace covers an area of nearly 100 mu. A giant sword about 30 feet high is cast on the four sides of the square. The giant sword is inlaid with green dragon, rosefinch, Xuanwu and unicorn respectively, and a huge sword is also inserted in the yin and yang pattern in the center of the square. This sword is not long, don't Thirty feet is less than thirty feet, but the momentum it emits is far from comparable to the four swords around it.

"No lightsaber."

Staring at the seemingly ordinary flying sword on the yin and yang pattern, Lao Qiu stopped and gritted his teeth and stared at it.

"Is this the lightless sword? Why is it put here? Is it possible that the lightless sword god Qin Yu is no longer there?

Lu Zhoulei asked in surprise.

His voice fell, and Lu Zhoushuang and Lao Qiu turned their heads at the same time, with a look of panic.

"Zhou Lei, what are you talking about! You don't want to die!" Lu Zhoushuang scolded angrily.

"It doesn't matter."

But An Bochen said with a robe sleeve. His movements were a little special, as if he were rolling away something in the air.