Chapter 1897: Puppet dancer

"I have a way!"
Suddenly there was a soft voice outside the palace.
Everyone looked back and saw a purple-clothed girl floating outside the palace. She was wearing a phoenix hairpin, tall, tall, beautiful legs, and unique.
The most attractive is the girl's pair of glazed eyes, deep and mysterious.
"Murong Mingyue?" Shen Lang was a little surprised. This purple-clothed girl is not exactly Murong Mingyue.
At the beginning, Shen Lang, Xiao Ling'er, and Murong Mingyue were completely separated. Shen Lang did not expect to meet Murong Mingyue again.
Twenty years have passed, and Murong Mingyue has broken through the middle stage of Yuan Ying, and now he is the elder of the Longxiao Palace, or a direct disciple of the spiritual real person.
"Mingyue, stop talking nonsense, this is not where you should be!" Real Man Ling Miao frowned and hurriedly scolded.
"Back to Master, this senior is Mingyue's old friend." Murong Mingyue pointed at Shen Lang and smiled lightly.
The real person Ling Miao was stunned, and said in surprise: "Mingyue, don't laugh, this predecessor of the transformation stage, how can you be wronged with you! Please apologize to this predecessor."
Shen Lang interrupted: "No, this girl and I are indeed acquainted. You should avoid it first."
"Ok... OK."
The real person Ling Miao hesitated and agreed. He was shocked. He couldn't think that the new female disciple he had received was an old acquaintance with the cultivator of the Transcendent God stage. It was incredible.
Before leaving, the real person Lingmiao still did not forget to transmit the voice to Murong Mingyue, and asked her to try her best to establish a good relationship with the two seniors, which would be beneficial to their Longxiao Palace.
After Real Person Lingmiao pulled Real Person Lingzhi away, Murong Mingyue bowed slightly to Shen Lang, and said with a small smile: "Mingyue has seen Master Shen. I don't want to die for 20 years, but Master has turned into a god. This really makes Mingyue amazed. extremely."
At the same time she said this, Murong Mingyue's pretty face clearly had a trace of envy and weirdness. Although she knew that Shen Lang would break through the God Transformation stage sooner or later, she did not expect Shen Lang to break through so quickly.
Counting that Shen Lang is still more than one hundred and sixty years old in his cultivation, such a young monk in the transformation stage is truly unprecedented!
"It's a fluke. It seems that Miss Mingyue is in a good situation." Shen Lang responded with a smile, regarded as a greeting.
Murong Mingyue glanced at Lan Xian'er next to Shen Lang, and chuckled: "Master Shen is really a woman. How long has it been since then? There is another confidant beside him, who is still a goddess. Predecessor."
Lan Xian'er's pretty face blushed slightly, and she said shyly: "The girl joked, Shen Gongzi is just the little girl's lifesaver, not a close friend, let alone a confidante. Girl don't get me wrong."
"Where is the senior, the junior is too reckless." Murong Mingyue was a little surprised, and the attitude of the goddess cultivator beside Shen Lang towards herself was too good.
Lan Xian'er first entered the world and was not very good at talking. Seeing that Murong Mingyue and Shen Lang were old acquaintances, she seemed very polite to her.
Shen Lang coughed and asked the key point directly: "Miss Mingyue, just now you said you have a way, do you know the formula for starting the Nine Palace Gods?"
Murong Mingyue shook her head and said: "I don't know the formula, but Mingyue can ask the formula from the palace lord Lingzhi Zhenren."
"The true person Lingzhi has become mentally retarded, do you really have a way to ask the secret?" Shen Lang frowned.
"Probably 80% sure, at least it is more reliable than the son's soul-searching technique on the Lingzhi True Person." Murong Mingyue said sternly.
In fact, Shen Lang never thought of performing soul search on the real person of Lingzhi from the beginning, mainly because the soul of the real person of Lingzhi has been damaged, and the memory is disordered. The memory that he reads when he uses the soul search technique is also very difficult to obtain. The information Shen Lang wants.
Moreover, Shen Lang was not ashamed to bully a mentally retarded person.
"Miss Mingyue, what method do you use?" Shen Lang asked curiously.
"Keep secret for the time being. Although Mingyue wants to talk to the son, but the son doesn't seem to have this plan. At first, the son seemed to have gone through a lot of things. Mingyue was quite curious. Can you just ask a few questions?" Murong Mingyue smiled.
She has heard of Shen Lang's deeds. First, it is said that three Tier 10 monsters of the Northern Territory Monster Clan died at the hands of a human monk, and then there were rumors that Situ Ling, the chief altar of the Baiyue League, was killed. Murong Mingyue doubted it. It was Shen Lang, who had secretly inquired about Shen Lang's whereabouts before, but this man was really a dragon without seeing the end.
"Okay, since you want to know, let me do it."
Shen Lang made a long story short, and simply told Murong Mingyue of his experience.
After Murong Mingyue listened, she was very emotional, her pretty face smiled stiffly: "Congratulations, Master Shen for successfully acquiring Shui Yuanjing and Feng Lingyu. Now that you have gathered so many materials, you must not be far from resurrecting Miss Su. Up."
In fact, the reason why Murong Mingyue got into Longxiao Palace was to help Shen Lang obtain water element crystal. As a result, Shen Lang fulfilled her deliberate goal, and she felt a little bit sad.
Now that Shen Lang has achieved his goal, Murong Mingyue has no obsession.
Without waiting for Shen Lang to respond, Murong Mingyue continued: "Master Shen, leave the formula to Mingyue."
...
Half an hour later, Longxiao Palace Hall.
A group of glamorous dancers are singing and dancing in the hall.
The lord of the palace, Lingzhi Zhenren, sat on the golden dragon chair in the center, while toasting a glass of booze, admiring it with relish, and cheering loudly from time to time.
Not long after, Murong Mingyue walked into the main hall and bowed to the real Lingzhi on the golden dragon chair: "Mingyue has seen the palace lord."
Ling Miao stood in the corner honestly, letting Murong Mingyue toss.
"Mingyue, it seems that those two fanatics didn't hurt you. Don't worry, I will clean them up sooner or later! By the way, you are here just right. Come and enjoy the new batch of dancers together." Real Lingzhi laughed. Tao.
Murong Mingyue smiled lightly: "Palace lord, according to Mingyue, these dancers are of average level. Mingyue has brought better level dancers to the palace lord this time."
True person Lingzhi's eyes gleamed: "What, there is a better dancer? Quick, bring it up and have a look!"
After speaking, Lingzhi drank the dancer who was dancing.
"The dancers brought by Mingyue this time are different from ordinary dancers, and the palace lord is optimistic."
The corner of Murong Mingyue's mouth bends, and then he takes out something similar to a big red wardrobe from the storage ring.
She pinched her fingers and struck a French seal toward the closet.
With a sound of "boom", the door of the wardrobe was opened, and young girls in pink gauze flew out of the wardrobe, landing lightly on the ground, posing various charming gestures.
If you look closely, these dancers are all puppets, but their facial features are just as beautiful as real people.
The dancers are also quite open in their dresses. The pink gauze skirt is half-covered, the upper body almost only covers the chest, and the lower skirt is ultra-short, exposing the snow-white thighs, full of flattery.