"The eternally broken tide of thought and the eternal solidified face of Venerable Lingya. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Removing the philosophy of this passage and the meaning contained in it, these two sentences are enough to fully prove everything, of course, what he wants to complain about will definitely not be Yu Qingchen's age.

In a sense, the status of Chao Si Guan and Yu Qingchen are equal for a moment, but in the eyes of cultivators, if it weren't for Yu Qingchen's seclusion for hundreds of years and the fact that Chao Si Guan has always been covered by this big guy, this sentence would be really a problem.

But it's a pity that he seems to offend this big guy a lot now. Whether it is from Yu Qingchen's tense face or the remaining water on the tips of his hair, it is enough to explain the anger of the woman in front of him not long ago.

He really guessed correctly, Yu Qingchen's mood at this time was indeed not good. Liu Liangzong can also be regarded as a big man since he was a child, well, he has only seen him three times since he was a child, but as for looking big, isn't it now?

was regarded as a more junior by her own junior, especially when the junior of that junior was still hugged by herself when she was young. The reason why she can endure it is because Liu Liangzong was drunk and delirious before.

In all fairness, Liu Liangzong used to be a cute child who was serious at a glance, and his facial features were not bad. It's been reduced to this point, too...

Rao has already witnessed the power of generations of viewers, and she can't help but sigh at the depth of the training skills of the little guy named Liuchenzi, especially since she is still a party.

Yu Qingchen swept away Zhong Huaiqing who was trying to hold back his laughter, and couldn't help but be a nameless fire again, speaking of which, Zhong Huaiqing was the earliest crooked Chaosi Guan disciple she had ever seen. As a result, it is crooked.

"This tea seems to have been given to Chaosiguan by the deity back then, and it is rare that it has been stored for more than 1,000 years. "The point is not here, with tea that has been put for more than a thousand years to entertain guests, it is the supreme importance and respect to say a good point, and to put it mildly, can this tea still be drunk???

Although the winding silk bi tea will not be affected much, but to entertain yourself with your own inventory from a thousand years ago, what is this thinking of yourself?

In fact, Liu Liangzong really didn't think of this for a while, after all, winding silk is also a rare good thing, as for the year, Chao Siguan has always been very "frugal", but he really forgot.

But the wisdom accumulated over time allowed him to understand at least a little. It's that Yu Qingchen is by no means praising him, thinking about the cause and effect, a dense layer of sweat immediately floated on his head.

It's not wrong for him to entertain anyone with this tea, but if he uses it to entertain Yu Qingchen, it's really not as good as ordinary tea. At least the people are relatively young. But otherwise, it would be empty to deceive the characters of a Taoist temple, and this cheeky person is stubborn.

Pretending not to understand the meaning of Yu Qingchen's words, he smiled with an old face: "Thanks to the care of the Venerable, Xiaoguan is remembered in his heart, how can he be willing to spend too much of the Venerable gift." “

This can be regarded as an explanation, Yu Qingchen can barely accept it, and immediately eases her complexion, she has never had the habit of being in the nest, and Chao Siguan, in her eyes, can also be regarded as her own family. In fact, if it weren't for Liu Liangzong's annoyance before, she would have just laughed at most in the face of this matter.

Liu Liangzong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, he was really afraid that Yu Qingchen would be dissatisfied, just a cup of tea, at most, Yu Qingchen would feel unhappy, but with the previous incident, the nature was different.

To be honest, he wants to shave his ears now, this mouth is incorrigibly cheap, ahhhhhh~~~~~~~~~~~h

―――――――――――――――――― dividing line―――――――――――――――――――――――――― Yu Qingchen was lying on the windowsill boredly, staring at the bright moon in the sky, the only thing that could accompany her so far in her life was this. But even it seems to have been a little bit of vicissitudes, not as white as the one she saw when she was just born, it was really like ice and jade, noble and clear, and even ingested into the soul.

Now those people compiled the Xuannu Chang'e dancing on the moon, the laurel tree is full of flowers, Wu Gang cut the cinnamon, and the jade rabbit pounds the medicine, that is, the literature is beautiful and gorgeous, and the talent is rich and lingering, but it can't resist the fact that the moon is no longer bright and clean, no, it should be only the moon of the year, and it is worthy of these two words.

The faint shadow on the moon, no matter how much it is beautified, no matter how it is rendered, no matter how many legends there are, it cannot match the flawless beauty of the year. Are there still fewer people who followed it in vain to death? Even I didn't think of flying to it and settling down on it for a lifetime. And today's people probably can't imagine the prosperity of the past.

The moonlight is dim, the starlight is dim, and the splendor in the eyes of mortals is just that they have never seen the past. But is what you've seen truly perfect?

At that time, the moon was so bright, so dazzling, so gentle, it should be. At that time, the starry sky was as pure as crystal, glowing with a gorgeous blue-purple luster, and each star had its own style, scattered but not messy, which was the ultimate beauty.

But the moon just hung in the sky lightly and skillfully, silently, and suppressed all existence, making people unable to move their eyes and suffocate people. At that time, the sky was never dark, and the night was only a precipitation of light.

Looking at the distant houses with a little contempt, now they are far less obsessed with the night than before, what about when the night of the past is displayed in front of them?

But if there had been poets at that time, what would the little ones who were romantic by nature and so brilliant as to surprise themselves what they would have written? Speaking of which, she never paid attention to what kind of years people lived at that time.

But after that, it will be different, the endless years have given the little girl who is always impatient enough patience, and she who disdains disguise her appearance and hates trouble has also learned how to reduce her sense of existence. I finally can, enter the mortal world where the rumor is very interesting, and find myself a tour guide who knows the roots, although it is still not pleasing to the eye.

But everything will gradually get better, she can also be like an ordinary person, enjoying the sound and food, fiddling with some new things, the main task of the day, is to dress herself up beautifully, go around to see all kinds of scenery, like a normal mortal girl.

In fact, no one has ever known that her envy of them has even reached the point where she is about to drive herself crazy. Although Changsheng allows them to sit and watch their lives rise and fall from generation to generation, their own lifespan is like a shackle, and life and death are not up to them.

Who knows? In fact, she felt very tired all the time because of this.