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The middle-aged old man waved the small note in his hand with a wry smile, on which the small anti-counterfeiting logo of Tianji Pavilion could be seen--- a white pigeon holding an unknown flower, making the appearance of spreading its wings.

Looking at the original person in charge who came to him with an angry face not long ago, Lao Dao shrugged his shoulders: "Although the years have been long to more than a thousand years, but the two of us are both lucky to survive from that era to the present, you should understand the reason why I did this." ”

"But it's been more than a thousand years, why are we only qualified to preside over the centennial ceremony at this time? According to Venerable Ling Ya's temper, it can already be regarded as a grand event like this, and we will definitely come to join in!"

Sure enough, his family's small streamer sect still didn't have the opportunity to reach the first-class sect, and he originally thought that it was a chance to become famous in the world that he finally get, but if the picky and famous Lingya Venerable came to visit.

It's just the first time to hold this kind of banquet, and there must be a little bit of omission, if it causes a little bit of unpleasantness to the eye, then will the way to become famous be what you think?

With a shudder, he swept away the conjecture that had just been a little unpleasant. Is there only so many disasters and difficulties in this small sect with a history of several hundred years? Obviously, the predecessors of the previous centennial ceremonies passed smoothly!

Moreover, compared to themselves, most of those seniors who had been dangling in the past had the experience of entertaining Venerable Lingya more than once. Even the smallest of the Wakotsu sects have a history of receiving Venerable Venerables twice in this kind of ceremony. But the sect that is the most unsuitable for this thing won the lottery.

In this case, is there a sect that can help? Headache, if Venerable Ling Ya was born, it would be good if he could be a little later in life, or simply a hundred years earlier.

Yu Qingchen didn't know how much trouble she had caused to a rookie sect that could be regarded as unseen to her, and naturally she didn't know how much her sudden comeback had added to the cost of that streamer sect.

She was now sitting quietly by one of the more famous local rivers, watching the lotus lanterns put down by the upper-class girls drift past her little by little. The girls who put on the lanterns have already walked a lot because of the dark sky, but the lotus lanterns that no one salvaged are indeed still floating silently on this small river that is not very big.

There are no lotus flowers on the river, only lanterns. Yu Qingchen gave up looking at the lamps that had brought her infinite pleasure, and instead lay on her back on the grass by the river.

The soft grass exudes its characteristic light fragrance, and there is a faint but refreshing smell of damp earth, and a petite flower called dandelion has gathered its delicate petals. Only a hint of golden yellow is faintly revealed at the upper end of the green calyx.

There were a few flickering points of light flying overhead, but they didn't need to be recognized too much, Yu Qingchen's excellent eyesight and rich experience made her recognize this small creature flying in the sky at a glance.

In fact, fireflies are really a very common small bug, and they are also quite cute. When Yu Qingchen was living in seclusion, this kind of creature was seen more often.

I looked at the weeping willows by the river and took a deep breath of air with three points of moisture. Yu Qingchen felt that the happiness and chaos that had been noisy before had left her mind in an instant, and she had become pure, comfortable, and enjoyable.

Of course, she didn't think that these were because she took a breath, and her eyes instantly cooled for three points, and she thought, she understood where her previous threat came from. But even if she knew this, what could she do.

Gently closing his eyes, Yu Qingchen's facial expression softened again, anyway, his cultivation was enough to withstand all this. After all, it is not comparable to the quiet beauty.

But the other monks seem to have almost no worries about this. It seems that this kind of influence is only available to oneself, so what is oneself? Why did I read all the three thousand collections earlier, but there was no record of it?

But left and right, these are still not too much of an obstacle to themselves, right? Although I really want to know, why I have to endure so loneliness only myself. Letting go of the distracting thoughts in her heart, letting sleepiness gradually sweep through her body, Yu Qingchen felt that she should have a good rest.

Zhong Huaiqing looked at Yu Qingchen with a little confusion, is it really okay to sleep here like this? ?

Savor the sweet fragrance in the air, and the faint but ubiquitous coolness. Although he knew that Yu Qingchen would never have a sore back because of this kind of thing, or a cold or something. In fact, if this kind of thing really happened to the other party, it would probably be considered nonsensical.

But looking at Yu Qingchen's body, which was not too thin, but also quite thin, was only wearing a light clothes, he was so defenseless and slept on the damp and cold grass. The small dots of light representing fireflies swept around her, and the halo emitted matched the moonlight, making Yu Qingchen's already ruddy skin look a little weak and slightly white.

Zhong Huaiqing's heart couldn't help but soften, and while secretly laughing at his 'useless work', he still found a Tai Chi robe that had never been worn from the small Qiankun bag on his waist. got up and covered Yu Qingchen's body.

I don't know if it's my own illusion, or if it's the relatively colorful black and white robe, Zhong Huaiqing seems to feel that Yu Qingchen's face is a little better than before.

But what a ridiculous thought this is, Zhong Huaiqing silently spit on himself. Even if he was completely unguarded, it was possible for his own master to fall ill, but how could it be possible for Venerable, an abnormally long-lived species?

So is it still the comfort effect of his subconscious? Sitting under a willow tree with his knees crossed, Zhong Huaiqing quietly stared at Yu Qingchen's sleeping face, and sure enough, he still couldn't see enough. is so outstanding, I always feel that even if I can just take a second look, it is absolutely earned.

It seems to be a very bad thing to leave Yu Qingchen here alone for the night. sighed and let her eyes and face slowly close, it was a rare opportunity to accompany her for a night.