Chapter 582
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In the center of the hall, there were dozens of dancing women. There were also dozens of musicians playing all kinds of musical instruments.
"Young Marquis, Young Master Chu, please." Miss Yiyi stopped in her tracks and pushed open the door. Inside was a serene and elegant room that was more than two hundred square meters.
"Miss Yiyi, there's good food and drink. You have to be more attentive than usual. It's best if you serve me personally." Second Fatty Jin finally revealed a knowing smile.
"Young Marquis, don't worry." She immediately left.
Only Chu Yang and Second Fatty Jin were left in the serene and elegant room.
"Second Fatty." Chu Yang lazily reclined on the soft chair and said, "Where's the glowing and pitch-black treasure?"
He didn't have time to enjoy it right now.
"Tch!" Second Fatty Jin rolled his eyes and said with disdain, "I say, monster Chu, do you really need me to teach you how to write it? Haste makes waste. There's food, drink, and girls. What else are you not satisfied with? Eat well and play well. The auction and gambling battles will be more interesting later. "
After a pause, Second Fatty Jin judged Chu Yang, "Monster Chu, your life is simply too boring."
Auction and gambling battles?!
Chu Yang was speechless. He was indeed a bit too impatient. Second Fatty Jin naturally wouldn't bring him here for no reason. If he was too impatient, everyone would know what he was impatient for, and the price would naturally be very high.
As for the auction, the money he obtained from robbing the Burning Sky Saint Son and the Five Elements Divine Son should be enough for him to do so.
He immediately relaxed and enjoyed himself to his heart's content. Suddenly, he felt that his state of mind had changed. Leaving the Five Elements Sect and arriving at Jinyuan City, everything flashed before his eyes.
This was completely different from when he was in the Five Elements Sect, where he was constantly facing danger and desperately cultivating. He felt as if he had suddenly returned from the city to the countryside, going from a fast pace to a slow pace.
Amidst the sounds and sounds of the Merry Pavilion, he was completely relaxed. His heart suddenly calmed down, and all kinds of thoughts appeared in his mind.
Cultivating the heart in the secular world!
People said, "The secular world is filled with different forms of life. One's heart becomes ten thousand hearts, and the heart reflects the secular world."
Chu Yang was in a hurry to break through the eighth or ninth level of the Qi Soul Stage. He was in a hurry to break through the barrier of the heavens and become a fourth level array master. He had a request!
Every request was bitter.
If you cling to something, that thing will hurt you. If you cling to someone, that person will hurt you. The more you ask for it, the more you can't get it.
Everything felt like a dream. It was all just wishful thinking. It was better to let it go.
Chu Yang's state of mind calmed down and indulged himself in plate after plate of rare delicacies and fine wine. The instant he temporarily let go of his obsession, his state of mind was like a small boat that rose and fell in the sea of bitterness, and also like a pure heart that rose and fell in the muddy world of the mortal world.
The small boat was never swallowed up, and the pure heart of a child was never tainted. On the other hand, the barrier of the heavens was being attacked by impermanence, all kinds of sins, and all kinds of karma. It was also being tainted by the mortal world.
If the heavens had feelings, they would grow old. If the heavens had feelings, they would no longer be the heavens.
If the barrier of Heaven was tainted by the mortal world, it would no longer be a barrier of Heaven, but a barrier of the mortal world. It seemed that it could break through at any time, but Chu Yang did not do so.
To be more precise, he seemed to have forgotten about this matter. He seemed to have truly let go of his obsession.
Chu Yang suddenly sang at the top of his voice.
Mistakenly entering the Wu Mountain, unable to sleep at night, finding the clouds to cover my eyes.
The ancients said that the path of Shu was difficult, but they didn't know that the wood was even more difficult.
The green bamboo bent with the wind, breaking continuously in the storm.
When the clouds were light and the wind was light, it would be firm and leisurely again.
Facing the dead water and the rotten fish beach, fortunately, there are always fish to accompany.
Changing the clear and virtuous nostrils, only the moonlight can be seen in the bottom of the eyes.
Drinking three thousand cups of turbid wine, lying drunk in the East Sea, secretly sharpening the sword.
Cutting down the everlasting pine trees of the South Mountain, refining the blazing flames to burn the blue sky.
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