Even though there is ice and snow inside and outside, the climate in the main hall of the sect is still warm as spring, and it has long been not confined to the so-called seat. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI've seen all of you yesterday, and it's not yet the official day of the ceremony, and the monks who come here are mainly here to communicate and play with each other.

Sitting down on a pillar carved with four spirit patterns on snow, no one knew where Yu Qingchen came from. Ice jade is the material, occasionally there is a streamer like turning, the carving is delicate and smooth, and the atmosphere is exquisite. In this scene, there is an indescribable taste, and the atmosphere is uproaring.

The beauty sits on it, her eyes are leisurely and clear, she carries a small pot for self-drinking, the robe drags the bottom, the wide sleeves flutter, and the green silk is bound by the Taoist crown. Even if he is among everyone, he seems to be isolated from heaven and earth, ethereal and noble, not the same as the ordinary. Obviously sitting there, but anyone would only think that she would leave in the next moment, downplay, in short, there is no place for her here, and it is only a blasphemy for her to stay.

Zhong Huaiqing, who had already found his identity, had a very happy conversation with several core descendants of various sects, and inadvertently looked at it, and couldn't help but feel suffocated. When he looked back, he looked like he had nothing to do, his smile was still the same, his demeanor was outstanding, and he was generous in his conversation, and he unconsciously became a focus in that small circle.

He wanted to leave such a fairy-like person behind, not to let her feather go, and not to let her end up in nothingness. He wanted Yu Qingchen's eyes to be dyed with his color, and he hoped that Yu Qingchen's smile could be touched by him, but he didn't have that kind of confidence, and he didn't have that kind of ability.

The only thing he could hope for was that he could be by his side when Yu Qingchen's love silk was over, and leave a mark when her love silk floated and his mind was not belonging. Even if it may make her Dao heart fluctuate, she will not hesitate to feel uncomfortable. His methods were so despicable that he could feel guilty for them. However, leaving Yu Qingchen behind is still his biggest obsession that he can't let go.

Is he worthy of Yu Qingchen like this, how will Yu Qingchen react when he knows his intentions? Probably just sneered, didn't care, everything was the same as before. How can someone like her be admired by less people, and how can someone like her be so proud that this may not be a calculation in her eyes.

smiled and talked to the young man next to him about the famous Lingchuan deeds, and the conversation was very compatible. Na, is it true that there are so many talented people who take the initiative to surround him with all his wrists? There are indeed a lot of people who admire his character and talent, but there are also two or three who always 'unintentionally' look at that corner for a few breaths, even if Yu Qingchen's outfit today is so isolated from the world and unattainable, it can't wash away the fleeting amazement and admiration in those people's eyes.

Even if these teenagers are extremely self-aware, he is still not very happy. Seeing that the topic was about to be deflected, he smiled and got up, leading a group of handsome men to wear fresh clothes and angry clothes, step on the snow to watch the scenery, and be freehand outside the hall.

That is, when Zhong Huaiqing was still in the palace, he did not forget to entrust, and took care of it from time to time, and he was a little surprised to see Zhong Huaiqing's communication skills. If it weren't for the fact that she was with her every day during this time, she would almost think that Zhong Huaiqing was really a gentle, dignified, free and polite gentleman.

The difference from her usual demeanor attracted her sideways, and she sighed twice in her heart, this is really, like two people. It is undeniable that such Zhong Huaiqing is much more brilliant, I really don't understand why he was so cramped before.

Venerable Lingya's wine has been kept for at least a thousand years. Even if all the wine has to be cultivated for thousands of years, it is intoxicating enough, and Yu Qingchen's inventory never puts ordinary wine. Monks who don't have a deep love of wine are also coveted, not to mention that there are always some people who are naturally good at drinking.

Lichen's nose couldn't help but flutter slightly, the person who could sit in the inner hall was naturally clear about Yu Qingchen's identity, and he didn't dare to despise the Lingya Venerable who had been mentioned many times when his master was alive and had great achievements. But this wine seems to be very fragrant.

Strange to say, the aroma of the wine in the Yu Qingchen pot is extremely light, but it is extremely seductive, and the aroma only lingers around the surrounding ten zhang, restrained and mellow. Lichen is not fortunate and unfortunate to be within ten zhang, and he has always been quite good at this mouthful.

Although the main hall is not small, it will not be to the point where each monk's seat is separated by 7 or 8 zhang. Yu Qingchen went to the pillar to drink her wine, and the two monks who were still separated in front of her had already left their seats to find their best friends. He just didn't like to move lightly, but he didn't expect to be left behind.

Well, with the distance between him and Yu Qingchen, only half a step back can actually avoid the smell of wine, but he has not smelled it, and once he has smelled it, he always thinks about how good it would be if he could taste one or two.

I remember that His Holiness and Mo Hua Daoren played chess for half a day yesterday, talking about a game with their hands, and gambling on wine, and it must be reasonable to think of such an elegant thing. Master Zuo said that Venerable Ling Ya did not want to touch her taboos, but he was still extremely kind and cared about his juniors. Although he is now a lot older, he should still be a junior who needs care and care in front of Venerable Ling Ya.

As for the taboo of Venerable Ling Ya, the corner of his eyes swept over the beautiful and innocent woman, and his mind couldn't help but flicker slightly, and then he was awakened by a wisp of frost brushing in front of his eyes. His own cultivation is special, and he breaks off his admiration, which His Holiness can see as soon as he thinks about it, and he has no worries.

Yu Qingchen put a small table in front of him, and the chair had long since disappeared, and he was twisting a black jade boy and slowly putting it down. The man opposite has a very good appearance, a slender neck, and silver hair is shiny and delicate, smooth and soft. His eyes are contemplative, his eyelashes are fine, his skin is fair and smooth, and there is a blazing flame on his forehead. Although his face is expressionless, his posture is clear and straight. The momentum is cold, but it has a different charm.

Just one look at the person opposite him, and suddenly this little bit of praise in Su Ri is nothing. That kind of woman who is like a fairy and a god, how can she comment on her admired appearance, and how can she be compared with others. No matter how beautiful her appearance is, in front of Yu Qingchen, it is as inconspicuous as dust, and even plain and white is lined with many 'unwarranted' flaws.

simply threw the jade in his hand, and Lichen was simply and neatly, and his words were full of admiration: "His Holiness has superb chess skills, and Lichen is ashamed of himself." With some pain, he took out the last jar of Chu Xi Brew that he treasured. It's a bit miserable to lose three altars in a row, but I still lose.

Looking at the sky, playing chess is certainly interesting, and the chess skills in front of him are also outstanding, but this time it is a long time to play, and I am afraid that my name as a chess addict will be inevitable. The little abacus in front of him was seen by Lichen, and he was seen that he had already lost his three jars of good wine, and a little caution would have come true. This wine has been stored for a thousand years, and it must not be inferior to some of its own treasures.