Chu Lingxi dreamed of returning to Huaxu Mountain again.

Jia Mu came late for the morning class, perhaps because he was ridiculed by Ruoshui Zhenren before, he did not wear a scarlet brocade robe anymore, but he did not wear a dress in a regular manner, but changed into a chic pine green shirt, the piping was a bright peach, like a romantic appearance.

Chu Lingxi preferred bright and bright colors, and praised: "Young man, you have added a bit of coquettish tones to the monotonous and boring fairy world. ”

Liu Ya An'an immersed herself in hard study, for the scriptures in the subtle true meaning of some simple understanding, no wonder people read a hundred times, its meaning is self-seeing, from last night to this morning, the scriptures and commentaries she has recited no less than ten times.

There are clouds in the "First Scripture of Taoism", and the Tao is like the sect of all things, frustrating its sharpness, resolving its disputes, and its light, and its dust.

She still remembers her father's great admiration for the principle of "harmony with light and dust", and often said that cultivation is not done behind closed doors, but needs to look at the Four Realms with a mindful heart, and learn from the strengths of others with the bosom of Ruogu.

But what exactly do the "mindfulness of mindfulness" and "the bosom of Wakaya" mean? Liu Ya is still unable to understand it, so it can only be marked aside for the time being.

After lifting the pen, she remembered the reminder of the North Mandarin, and switched to the spell longitudinal pen, although it took a long time, but the words were much more pleasing to the eye than before.

Liu Ya couldn't help but look back at Jiamu, and saw that he was lazily lying on the table and sleeping, and after hesitating for a moment, he decided to draw a little turtle again to see the results.

Twilight Pavilion assists in Taoist affairs, supervises the morning class and answers questions, walks to her bookcase, and smiles: "The painting is good, very cute." ”

Liu Ya mistakenly thought that the fairy was blaming her for being greedy for fun and misstudying, and her ashamed heart beat wildly, and she hurriedly covered the drawing paper with her wide sleeves.

"I'm not a big tiger who eats people, why should I be so trembling, if there is something I don't understand about the Tao Sutra and spells, you can ask questions", Dusk Pavilion has always been free and uninhibited, never forced to be a nerd who lives and dies to read, and what he said about bean sprouts is completely out of kindness.

Twilight Pavilion is the illegitimate son of the Great Elder of the White Tiger Divine Clan, with a humble identity but a gifted talent, and is more absurd than Jiamu when he is a little more than anything, and spends his time in the chaos and depression of the Qinglou Liquor Shop in the mortal world, if there is no Liu Yan to enlighten and teach, he would have become a wasted person, and now when he meets the benefactor's daughter, he will do his best to help.

Liu Ya's immortal method has been abandoned for a long time, and it seems to be a waste wood that cannot be a big tool, but in the eyes of Dusk Ting, the cultivation of spells is insignificant.

The road of cultivation is long, and the joys and sorrows are only self-aware, rather than being a bitter immortal who has been lonely for thousands of years, it is better to be an ordinary mortal who is happy and happy.

The most chic scene in the memory of the twilight pavilion is Liu Yanqi, who left the fairy world and entered the mortal world, smiling lightly and waving his sleeves gently, not only saying goodbye to his old friends and protégés, but also saying goodbye to the glory of the past.

Since then, there is no name in the immortal book, but his name and bones will be immortal forever.

Seeing that the twilight pavilion fell into deep thought, Liu Ya was puzzled, and hurriedly took out the drawing paper to fold it, but a familiar ring ruler pressed on it, and she immediately felt the powerful aura of Ruoshui Fairy, and stood up tremblingly.

Ruoshui Fairy frowned deeply: "Recite the third verse of the First Scripture of Taoism." ”

Liu Ya suddenly panicked, she didn't know that the scriptures were divided into chapters: "The first... Section 3... Be... Which paragraph?"

Ruo Shui Xian's ring ruler suddenly patted the case: "Are you taking the test of this immortal!?"

Liu Ya shook her head and waved her hand repeatedly, shaking like chaff: "Don't dare, don't dare... The third section is... It's a saint's inaction... Teach by doing... Right... Right......?"

If the water fairy has cold eyes with anger, he is cold and speechless.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Liu Ya hurriedly changed another sentence: "If you are not virtuous, make it indisputable... Well... Hmm..."

She saw that Ruoshui Zhenren's expression became more and more solemn, and her mind was blank.

The heavy ring ruler hung high under the blessing of the spell, and the twilight pavilion politely dissuaded him, but it was in vain.

Liu Ya had to stretch out her hand and hit her three times, adding new pain to the old injury, and the pain was unspeakable.

If the water fairy confiscated the turtle drawing paper, he taught him a lesson: "Hua Xu doesn't leave a Taoist student who has no intention of learning, you are so self-conscious!"

Liu Ya didn't notice the deep sadness hidden in the eyes of the immortals, but Chu Lingxi's eyes were like torches, and he guessed that Ruoshui was deliberately treating each other harshly, and the sword went sideways to force the bean sprouts to cultivate the immortal arts.

However, Chu Lingxi couldn't understand Ruo Shui Xian's tangled mentality, as a famous female general, facing the dilemma of being let down by a man, she should swing a sharp sword to cut the love silk, and it is normal to cut people by the way, but taking care of the orphans for the old lover is simply a mysterious operation, the character collapsed instantly, and the Holy Mother of War was stupid and couldn't tell the difference.

Jiamu held his head lazily, and he remembered his childhood.

If the aunt has a pair of little turtles in the water fairy, she regards them as treasures, and the strange thing is that it is not the fairy turtle, but the most ordinary little king in the stream in the world.

He used to be naughty and playful, and almost made the pair of poor little ones into a famous rock sugar soft-shelled turtle, but he was beaten by his aunt for two hours and punished for three days and three nights.

My aunt raises turtles, and Liu Ya paints turtles, is it because Liu Shangxian likes turtles?

Jia Mu faintly felt that it was definitely not a little Wang Ba without a story, and it was very likely to be related to Liu Yanqi Shangxian.

He had heard the rumors of love and hate between his aunt and Liu Yanqi Shangxian, and he originally thought it was nonsense, but now he couldn't help but wonder, and the fire of gossip was burning.

Kamu looked at the willow sprouts carefully, judging from the appearance and talent of the bean sprouts, her mother should be very ordinary.

One question mark after another popped up in his mind—it barely made sense for his aunt to lose to the Peerless Heavenly Immortal, what was the reason for losing to an ordinary woman in the mortal world? This could simply be selected as one of the top ten unsolvable mysteries in the Four Realms.