Huan clean hands, calm face, quite solemnly took the paper crane brought the su post, eyes swept over the date marked on the plain post, and unconsciously brought some compassion.

Nanzhuang has been relying on the preference of cultivating apprentices for so many years, you must know that even if Nanzhuang already has disciples, it is normal to go a hundred years ago, and it just so happens that the longevity of 3,600 years can be called a deep blessing, and Nanzhuang himself must be extremely satisfied.

Seeing Zhong Huaiqing approaching, he handed him one too.

I don't understand the wetness under Yu Qingchen's feet, seeing this strange invitation that seems familiar, Zhong Huaiqing took it without thinking about it, first glanced at the names of the two key people, and then was shocked by the content of the invitation.

Raising his eyes, he recalled the words of his master, and knew that it was very decent to be able to send out invitations and get together with such certainty, but he could understand it, but when he thought of his master's age, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

If it weren't for this invitation, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to remember it for a while, the life span of the master is a matter of the past few years, two or three times a month, he thought it was enough to visit him two or three times a month, but now it seems that it is still a little insufficient.

"Does His Holiness know what to prepare for that day?"

put the su post away, and his tone was a little unclear.

"There's no need to deliberately prepare, like you, you just need to coax a little, if you want to bring something, it's enough, if you can do it more carefully, probably Nanzhuang is a little happier." ”

The jaw head agreed, but I don't know why when I thought of the gift I needed to carry, I immediately thought of the lyre that was just cut wood, and it is said that the lacquer will take some time to be adjusted because of the special material.

It's just that although Nanzhuang values it, it is not sad, like I am lucky enough to see the Venerable One who has shed tears?

In comparison, it should be more difficult to relieve this time, I didn't know His Holiness's temperament and dared to be delusional, but the more familiar I got with His Holiness, the more doubtful I became, and His Holiness should have been prepared before retreating.

I thought of it, so I asked too.

Yu Qingchen's eyebrows were slightly colored, and then he was relieved.

"At that time, the deity was about to become, and it was normal to cry or laugh without deliberately suppressing it, and it was normal for the deity to be free and angry, and it was really sad to cry, and it was normal to cry. ”

He smiled lightly and spoke.

"If it was not about the old people, but about humor and joy, the original thing would have been indescribable. ”

It was a little complicated for a while, and he blinked, but he still didn't blurt out that if he hadn't happened to catch up with the Venerable Love, and it had nothing to do with Chao Siguan, would he still be able to get such an intimate right.

His Holiness must confess that he knows the answer, and if he wants His Holiness to deceive, His Holiness will condone it, but instead of that, it is better to ignore it and keep some subtle illusions, which is better for himself.

Plain shroud, deep clothes curled with snow-white blue edges, no accessories at the waist, smooth ears, dignified and beautiful flowing cloud buns, a few light-colored jade hairpins are decorated, the only one is brighter is a beaded hairpin, the flower is a kingfisher, which does not hinder the elegance and cleanliness, but it seems to be the finishing touch.

Yu Qingchen's dress has always been casual, she only gives Nanzhuang a long face like this, which makes people feel that respect for the Venerable is rare, but if others are also dressed like this, I am afraid that it will be a mixed reputation, and no matter how good Nanzhuang's quality is, it can be looked down on, and it can't be said that it is more happy or angry.

Zhong Huaiqing was wearing a blue light dye, which was lighter than Yu Qingchen's clothes, but it could be seen at a glance that it was a dilution of the same color, far away and light, gloomy and quiet. The waist is equipped with a piece of beautiful jade with ink marks, and a purple strange wooden hairpin is also worn between the crowns, although it is light, it is also very decent.

After being busy greeting Nanzhuang, at a glance, it seemed that there was no bright color except for the Venerable's snow-white, and it was inevitable that he wanted to smile bitterly.

His limit is tonight, so many people are invited to come is worthy of this life, but the sighs in the eyes of Taoist friends from time to time make him feel that he is not 3,600 years old when he invites friends to feast and drink, and the scenery is gone, but it is a thousand years of resignation, and he leaves in a hurry, even if he dies and worships, it may not be more solemn than now.

Hair cloak reverted to a handsome appearance, the placket was open, doing the legacy of the Wei and Jin dynasties, Rao is eyes have been red and swollen and silent apprentices, and his eyes widened for the glory of this master he had never seen before.

Although the surprise was only for a moment, and then it was even more astringent, he honestly held his eyes, suppressed his tears, and recorded the side of this master that he had never shown in front of him.

Raised the wine jar and smashed it, spilling the mellow liquid on his body, the whole body was crazy, but it was rare to be free and easy not to annoy people at all, his clothes were wet, his long hair was flying, and he looked at the scattered clothes Zhong Huaiqing even hoped for a moment that His Holiness would leave directly, don't look at these here.

Yu Qingchen didn't know Zhong Huaiqing's thoughts, and he was as calm as all the monks about the scene in front of him, all kinds of colors were just blinks in an instant, unless he really liked it, why should he pay attention?

For this reason, I remembered the scenery of Nanzhuang back then, not the old naughty boy who I saw after leaving the customs, but the wanton and reckless behavior, not like a monk who has lived for more than a thousand years, and now this scene is very similar to his style back then.

It's just that there was some restraint at the time, but the vitality is in the bones, and now that it is so wild, those ticks can be faintly seen.

Before Nanzhuang could say anything, there was a loud laugh, thinking that this time it must be a late old friend for many years who painted the blue robe, picking gold and silver, embroidering peonies on the shoulder, wearing a ring around the waist, and hanging beads on the feather crown Huo Ran looked at it with a smile in front of him now.

This time it is unadorned, the original appearance is really true, and it is not easy to dress, it is clear that the rules are in order, but it gives people an inexplicable casualness.

"I guessed that you were here when you were young, and you deliberately changed into children's clothes today, and you thought it was a blessing for your original appearance, and you were happy?"

Laughing and holding the hand of his old friend, his heart stirred, and he only felt that it was indescribable.

"Since I am very happy, I have not seen my friend's true face for many years, even if you change the decoration every time, I will also forget, this day can be reproduced, when it is the blessing of Nanzhuang, you can float a big white to congratulate, and then drive the crane away, I have almost nothing to ask for. ”

Reopened a wine jar, raised a glass to the monks present, and after pouring it down, his face was red first, but his pupils were clear, and he really had the vivid appearance of a teenager.

Sure enough, it was the friend of Nanzhuang who moved him the most, and after taking a sip of Qingbo wine, it was counted as having drunk, and he found a place to sit down with Zhong Huaiqing to take a chess game and play against each other.

After the people present drank back the wine, most of them also found their own things to do, Zhong Huaiqing also put down his mind when he saw this, and saw that even the protagonist and his old friend had talked a few words and dispersed, and turned to look at his little apprentice and didn't know what to say.