woke up from the small courtyard prepared for himself, and easily laid a ban on the little paper crane. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Although yesterday's banquet was just mediocre, the streamer sect master's witty words were frequent, and the eight sides were exquisite, and it was still a joy for the guests and hosts. Although he didn't actually say a few words.

After all, she is far away from the mortal realm, and it is normal for her emotions to be much indifferent, if she is even far away from the cultivation realm, then she is a standard guy who has been sleeping for ten thousand years. Emotional fluctuations are so easy to fluctuate, sometimes she feels very distressed, but there is no other way. I don't want to experience what it feels like to be sadder than death, even if she envies her feelings when she is in the mortal world, there is no possibility of staying in the mortal world for the rest of her life.

Nana, I still met a lot of people yesterday, such as Mo Huadao's chess skills. It is said that the Streamer Sect will show some of the things prepared for the ceremony in advance today, and to tell the truth, Yu Qingchen is looking forward to it. If she can win the ceremony, she will have three points of brush, and she has not participated in the ceremony for more than a thousand years.

When the small curtain was opened, the melodious syllables of the crystal beads striking each other startled the children waiting outside for the first time. I don't know what the needs of this amazingly beautiful nobleman are, Zhu Ying's first reaction is to serve the breakfast prepared by the Streamer Sect for all the distinguished guests.

The corners of Yu Qingchen's eyes twitched slightly, I don't want to talk about the tricks of this ceremony, but the waiters really have a lot of eyes. Motioning for the little girl to leave to rest on her own, she glanced at the food on the table with satisfaction. Although it is inevitable that the monk's meal must be exquisite and elegant, the taste seems to have improved a lot.

This pleasing and beautiful girl was at most 8 or 9 years old, and had never received much too much training, and how could there be a boy who served the food without asking?

He changed into a plain brocade robe, with a light moon-colored embroidery floating on the wide sleeves, and a smoke-colored anthrobe draped outside. is a little plain, but it is more and more lined with Yu Qingchen's unattainable and ethereal immortals. There is a string of glass threads hanging from the wrist, and two red bean-shaped chalcedony beads are embellished, which are moist and lovely, and they are lingering with their own spiritual power, and they are not ordinary at a glance.

Sandwiched towards a plate of dishes with particularly complex colors, its name was naturally almost forgotten by Yu Qingchen, and it was spelled into the appearance of the Streamer Sect, dotted with many strange flowers and beasts. He gave a miniature version of the crane to the little paper crane, and tore off a piece of cloud mist to taste it slowly. Naturally, there are other 'fairy mist' to fill the vacancy in this area. The remaining cranes on the plate are still dancing, the leaves are blown by the wind from time to time, and the mist slowly floats around the mountain.

Yu Qingchen has tasted this dish I don't know how many times, and I don't know if it is because the cultivation technique has been updated for thousands of years, or the secret of the Streamer Light Sect, even if it is so many times, this time it can be regarded as quite new. The cool and sweet taste slowly bloomed in her mouth, well, she was sure that not all monks would praise this sweetness, there were always some people who were not very interested in sweetness.

Another cloud was torn off, and the little paper crane was obviously a little overwhelmed by the dancing crane. Even if you know that the other party is one of the foods, you don't know where to get it when you look at the crane that can move.

Zhong Huaiqing's side was fine, he didn't want to skip the quiet world Shenhua, but symbolically drank one or two sips of cold cheese, the taste was really delicious and mellow, and a small piece of floating crisp was regarded as having eaten. It is true that these things are very delicious, and it is also true that they are beneficial and harmless to cultivation, but due to a delicate situation, he is always reluctant to eat more in this situation.

Yu Qingchen, who was satisfied, struggled in every way and finally swallowed the little paper crane of the little fairy crane, I have to say that the people of the Streamer Sect have good craftsmanship, and the little paper crane is now full of memories of today's breakfast. It's not that Zhong Huaiqing doesn't have a psychological disorder, and it can't compare to Yu Qingchen's reading of thousands of sails, and he only feels happy when he eats Rusi food for the first time. The crane life of the Sprinkle family is instantly worth it.

Just took a step out of the courtyard, Yu Qingchen was a little surprised. Yesterday was still a green mountain and green water, the scenery was beautiful, and now it is a plain ice and snow carved jade, the Streamer Sect's handwriting this time is indeed not small, and it is indeed not easy to achieve this effect.

Walking with confidence, of course, the arrangement of the Streamer Sect is more than that, and the jaw of the monk who also came out early, Yu Qingchen looked at the surrounding decoration with some surprise, although it can be called a beautiful sentence, but this dress should be said to be quite childlike to the Streamer Sect Master.

The snow sculptures clinging to the trees are gorgeous and vigorous, the carvings outside the courtyard wall are elegant and simple, the ice sculptures of various fairy birds are smart and noble, and the totems are mysterious and desolate from time to time. The most important thing is not these ingenious works, nor are they the crystal clear, small and beautiful ice lanterns that hang from time to time, but the ice and snow sugar gourds that are occasionally decorated with unusually beautiful patterns entwined with them.

Even if these various patterns make it extraordinarily magnificent, the sugar gourd is not always wearing hawthorn. Silently looked sideways at a sugar gourd that was more than one person tall, extremely vigorous and upright, and had a strong sword aura, even if its tip was sharp, and how strong the meaning of the sword pointed at the sky, it couldn't change the fact that it was a snow sculpture sugar gourd.

Zhong Huaiqing didn't know how many people had the same twitching of the corners of his eyes as him, the arrangement of the Streamer Sect was indeed magnificent, beautiful and noble, far beyond his previous imagination. It's just that this sugar gourd is a bit too unexpected, even if each sugar gourd has its own aesthetic characteristics, interspersed just right, it can't stop the psychological impact that this scene brought him. The whole person suddenly stopped being nervous, the master was right, and there was nothing to be afraid of in the centennial ceremony.

This ice and snow world is still Liu Zhe's proposal, the image of the ice sculpture elder brother, Liu Zhe and Senior Sister Zhao, and the Streamer Sect Master have contributed a lot. Although the elder brother has not yet returned, it does not prevent him from suggesting improvements to some patterns. But the setting of the sugar gourd has absolutely nothing to do with any of them.

Mo Daozi, the master of the Mohua Daoist people, the Supreme Elder of the Streamer Light Sect, strongly requested to add this element since he learned that this centennial ceremony was held in the Streamer Sect, and used the gambling contract to blackmail most of the elders, and even did not hesitate to use the demon oath he made with the sect master when he entered the sect to achieve it.

It is said that it is the lifelong wish of the third disciple who missed it, but who knows. But now, this black cauldron full of childlike fun is firmly carried by the Streamer Sect Master. That sword intent seemed to contain a sugar gourd with a good inheritance, which was carved by his eldest disciple Mo Huadao with an expressionless face.