Hu Mingyu looked at Dao Chengyi, seemingly trying to discern something from his face, simply because this Yuanshi Daoist's style differed from that of ordinary martial artists, especially considering his sudden emergence over the past three years.
"Then it can only mean that there are countless heroes in the world, like carp crossing a river."
But until the very end, Hu Mingyu's reading of the Gu did not show the slightest change in emotion. Is it really okay?
"But among all the heroes in the world, I still think that Young Master Dao is the most dazzling. I am always happy to see him. How about I serve Young Master Dao today?"
"No need. I already have a family and have no interest in this. Since everything is going well, let's say goodbye."
Dao Cheng got up and left, feeling no desire whatsoever for the beautiful and alluring woman with fox ears and tail, simply because he didn't want to lay a finger on such a woman who was ridden by a thousand men.
"Then this servant will pay her respects."
As Hu Mingyu watched Dao Chengyi leave, a thought struck her. She took out a mirror from her boudoir and wrote on it with the blood of a demon beast.
"The mystery of the primordial origin may lie elsewhere, and the detection has nothing to do with the attainment of the Dao. In addition, the secret of the Green Mang Woniu Mountain lies in the fact that its demonic plants are nourished by blood, and the main secret lies in the core of that half-step Martial King."
"If you are interested in vying for the true teachings, you can bring Junior Sister Gongsun along; it might be helpful."
Gongsun Shimei, a promising talent discovered by Hu Mingyu in a brothel in Qingmang City, is a person from Qingmang who has an advantage in the core competition within Qingmang.
After doing all this, Hu Mingyu lay peacefully on the bed. Seeing the cup that Dao Chengyi had drunk from, she reached out and took it.
After a while, pink smoke filled the air, accompanied by a few low murmurs.
Meanwhile, in Yuqing Prefecture, which is also part of Louzhou, on Heming Mountain, which is located on the edge of Dayi County, a handsome and mature middle-aged man dressed in a traditional Chinese robe and wearing a lotus crown opened his eyes in the golden hall of a Taoist temple on the mountaintop. Boundless pure energy surged out with his breath, blasting open the tightly closed door.
He stepped out, stood atop the mountain peak, and looked at the boundless wall of clouds and mist that surrounded the mountains. Suddenly, he laughed loudly and sang aloud.
With a single breath, the will of Heaven is renewed; with all symbols converging at the origin, the supreme Dao is proven.
With a flip of the palm, clouds are shattered and ten mountains crumble; the clear and the turbid are naturally separated, and the universe is set in motion.
Sleeves hold yin and yang, giving rise to thunder and fire; fingers tap on the mysterious yellow, knocking on the Emperor's gate.
When the mountains and rivers are rebuilt, the spark of equality will once again be passed on.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com