Picking up a cup of new tea and trying to sip it, he felt that his skills had grown a little, half leaning on the back of the chair and squinting at a volume of Huang Ting, with the growth of age, he became more and more interested in these.

The rose cake baked two days ago was a little worse, it was not good to ask His Holiness to taste it, the little paper crane asked for a few pieces, and even he didn't think it was much fun for him, but fortunately, the advantages of raising fish at this time emerged.

Break the light pink rose cake into small pieces and throw it into Xiao Tan in the courtyard, Xiao Tianhu He can't bear to destroy a little bit, but this Xiao Tan, who has not been named for thousands of years, he doesn't mind feeding the fish.

Seeing that there were already koi carp surging, he tried to swallow the broken cakes, picked up the Huang Tingjing again, and tasted the essence of the predecessors' rhetoric little by little, this was an angle he had never tried before, and now he wanted to try everything, otherwise there would be a lot of mediocrity at the end of his life, wouldn't he leave a grudge for himself.

The young man exudes like frost and moonlight, his complexion is fair and transparent, the dark lines of the smoky blue brocade robe are light, the corners of his lips are warm and smiling, and the eyebrows and eyes reveal unconscious comfort, holding a bamboo slip, opening and reciting silently.

Under the shadow of the trees, it is especially warm and pleasant, with a lazy and warm atmosphere, and even the small paper cranes standing on the eaves of the house are dozing off, with little heads and delicate shapes.

Looking from the courtyard gate, the tense heart seemed to be somewhat soothed, but the perception was clearer, but the surging soreness and weakness emerged from the bottom of the heart.

Why did she feel this way, she asked herself, shouldn't she be smiling or smoky as she had seen countless similar scenes in the past?

Probably because, where the white-haired person meditated, it was a Taoist couple who had little time to spare, and she knew that Zhong Huaiqing would be happy and satisfied if she knew that she had been busy from time to time for so many years, after all, the results had been planned beyond Zhong Huaiqing's best imagination, and far exceeded her own desires.

Moreover, he has never neglected Zhong Huaiqing in the past few hundred years, and when he is the busiest, he will take a day or two every few days to accompany him to enjoy the flowers and touch the piano.

Before seeing this scene, she also thought that she should be happy, who Yu Qingchen is responsible for in this life, looking up to heaven and earth, daring to be worthy of it, she does have thousands of reasons why no one will understand in this last moment of busyness, but it is also real, she has not been able to accompany the Taoist companion all the time.

Zhong Huaiqing is not an ordinary monk mortal, and he can see the limit, but he can see that he is only a few hundred years away from his death, but the companionship is thinner than before, and he is not without some grievances and expectations, he swallowed it in order not to hinder Shengsheng without knowing anything, but he really deliberately ignored it for the sake of those results.

I feel guilty, if the result is to make Zhong Huaiqing live forever, she still has thousands of ways to remedy it, but no matter how good it is in the next life now, how much does it have to do with this life, what she has done is worth it, and she owes Zhong Huaiqing a lot.

For the lyre made by himself, it was more complicated, he was ignorant and unconscious, so he used it, and the result was afraid that it was shocking to others, but it was clearly of greater use with each other.

For a while, the joy of achievement faded, and he hesitated, standing quietly in the threshold, quietly staring at the crane in front of him, watching the time calmly, the years were quiet, looking at the young man's white hair, sitting alone and reciting.

Yu Qingchen, who was finally withdrawn from other things, unconsciously looked at her eyes with sourness, her youth, her Huaiqing, she had been quietly watching for hundreds of years that was difficult to devote so much peace of mind, every time she was together, she would smile, and the sword of life suspended on the top would sting her violently, and no matter how happy she was, she would wake up.

Now that everything has finally come to fruition, before it's too late, even if the time is so short that it is fleeting, she can finally look at her young man with peace of mind, and sit on the beauty that seems to be far away.

Walking slowly, with some morning dew fragrance, eyes are as clear as new leaves after rain, lip color is faint with peach on water, snow skin is smooth and fine like cream, eyebrows are lowered, plain white waist is slender, raising hands like an orchid dragging the Mei'an, and the foot is suspicious of golden lotus.

The long skirt has no decoration, the more clean it is incomparable, the foggy sideburns are single beaded hairpins, the tassels swing slowly, the kingfisher is moving, the plain and graceful do not add Liwan, the ears are empty, but I only feel incomprehensible.

Shi Shiran walked across the water, his bearing was ethereal, the glow was quiet, Zhong Huaiqing turned his head with a sense of emotion, and he saw the beautiful woman wading in the water, Luo socks did not stick, walking slowly, and the appearance was unparalleled, which was in line with or far exceeded all the fantasies he had about the Gu Shooting Immortals when he was a child.

I inexplicably knew that this time the Venerable came, it should not be separated, fortunately everything was in time, and I should be glad that in the last period, the Venerable can be with him, as for what the Venerable has been busy with all these years, she has never really neglected herself, nor has she stayed away for a long time, isn't it enough.

Thinking about it, he actually laughed, and saw the Venerable standing beside him, and the familiar upper hand smoothed the silver hair hooked on the back of the chair for him, and lowered his head to inquire in detail, the connivance in his eyes Wen Xi was familiar and thorough, and the long-lost thoroughness even made it difficult for him to happen.

He heard his voice with a smile, and he spat out the things he had just remembered little by little, with some banter and hidden curiosity, and said it calmly.

"I often hear that there are immortals in Gu Shot, 'the skin is like ice and snow, and the skin is like a virgin.' Do not eat grains, suck wind and drink dew, ride the clouds, fly the dragon, and swim beyond the four seas. Its spirit is condensed, so that things are not flawed and ripe. Today, the Venerable One's ability is almost complete. ”

As soon as he heard it, he knew where the words came from, stroked the young man's long hair, smiled helplessly, and showed the gentleness and softness that are rarely put outside.

"Gu shoots the words of the immortals, but it is not necessarily nonsense, and I can indeed not eat grains, but also can conjure up a dragon, in the end, it is not nature, and just if Shen Ning does not use magic, I can't make things unflawed and ripe. ”

Out of nowhere, he found an ice-blue hairpin with beads and pendants, and inserted it for him, and he didn't need to tie up the silver wire, but it seemed that Zhong Huaiqing had a little more fairy wind and quiet rhyme, and faded away a little warm.

Curiously touched a few silver chains that fell, only to feel that the end was actually hanging down by a gemstone as a pendant, although it could not be seen, it could be estimated that the texture was pure, and it must be worth a lot.

Satisfied, he put it in a better position, and half-squatted down to stare at Zhong Huaiqing's eyes, letting his words reveal some joy as much as possible.

"Can you imagine what I've been busy with these days?"