Yun Fang carried out her perception in this room, and Zhong Huaiqing practiced silently in that room. The breakfast that should have belonged to Yu Qingchen www.biquge.info ended up in the belly of the little paper crane, but I don't know if it would be as happy as ever if it knew that lunch and breakfast were gone.

Yu Qingchen had already made it clear that she had no appetite today, and Zhong Huaiqing, who had eaten breakfast, decided to practice with peace of mind for a day, and she had no intention of eating it, let alone making it for the little paper crane. Yun Fang can cook, but the little paper crane is not Tang Yicai, it should be normal not to eat, and she has no plans to eat.

Yu Qingchen, who said that Chu was all for fun and watching the world, was now taking care of himself, and he didn't leave this small courtyard. Zhong Huaiqing is in the room, Yun Fang is in the front yard, and there is a backyard that covers a lot of land and has a good scenery to enjoy by yourself.

Fingers are slender like snow, plain powder is like cherries, gently touching a blooming autumn hibiscus, eyes are half-drooping, and there is no word for a long time. His gaze swiped over every delicate texture on it, and his fingertips dotted a little of the soft and delicate fluff, and the light petals stretched wantonly, and the full moisture made it appear transparent and silver-red.

It's a beautiful flower, but it's not that she cares about it, but that so much time has passed without comment? The morning dew rolls in the center of the flower, and the clear water flashes a little golden, which is the color of the pollen, and with these few drops of dew, the originally excellent hibiscus has increased by three points.

Slip down the palm of the hand along the edge of the petal, the palm is shallow and rubbed on the leaf, not as delicate and clear as a flower, the color of the leaf is much calmer, and only occasionally one or two flowers flash between the lush branches and leaves, some are only buds, and some are only half-put.

There is only such a fully blooming flower, and the flowers are really rare compared to the branches and leaves, and the seemingly ordinary branches and leaves are not at all like the existence that can raise such colors, but they are more and more rare flowers.

Interestingly, an aura was sent into this autumn hibiscus, if the opportunity is insufficient, it is just a lifetime that will not be disturbed by insect diseases, if the opportunity is enough, this aura is the basis of its longevity.

There is a spring water dingdong like a turn around the Siqian grass, the water quality is clear and clear, the bottom can be seen clearly, Yu Qingchen is happy to see it, let go of the crown, take off the shoes and socks, and soak in it. The coolness is gentle, the water waves are moist, and under the shell's feet is a smooth goose egg, the skin is like jade, like ointment and fat, lingering in a piece of water.

Found a good place to lean, the shade of the willow branches blessed the surrounding area, and the glow of the sky fell, sprinkling a little spot of light on the slightly raised surface of Yu Qingchen. The eyelids are shallow and closed, the long eyelashes tremble slightly, the nose is snowy, the lips are moist, and the body is flawless and picturesque, not like a mortal beauty.

Even if you just sit there in the most comfortable and casual posture, just the ordinary and brilliant scenery is dyed with wisps of fairy energy, just like the sacred mountain of Yaochi, different from red dust and ink. Therefore, this is the Venerable One, and only then can he suppress the existence of the two races with his own strength.

As soon as the words came out, the habits of the entire demon clan were broken, and wherever they went, the cultivation world was shaken. Since he has been at the peak since he has memory, he has been proud of the endless years of eternal life, and the charm he has cultivated, even if it is inadvertently revealed, is enough to amaze the world.

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Even if this side of the world is already considered to be peaceful, the monks regulate yin and yang, and the people are self-sufficient, there will be no too mediocre emperors, and there will be no natural disasters that affect the survival of mankind. The sect and the scattered cultivators are harmonious and friendly, the demon race and the human race get along well, and there are few tyrannical and cannibal demon clans.

But there is no dispute at all, and it is impossible, there are always some evil cultivators in the cultivation world, who dare not make a big deal against the people, but dare to occasionally provoke some lone monks and demon clans in order to obtain resources, try to improve cultivation or obtain property.

No one will be idle and have nothing to do to get a blood sacrifice or something, the origin of the evil cultivation is that he does not use his own alchemy refining tools to make money, and he specializes in robbing the people and minor monks who pass by. The common people can generally be let go, and the minor friars are either erased or simply erased, but most of them can still have a tomb with a name written on it in the wilderness.

There are really not many evil cultivators who dare to attack monks in this world, and what the senior brother of the Streamer Sect wants to pursue is the existence of harming two monks in a row and relying on the benefits of cultivation to rob the Dao for wealth. Even if he hadn't touched the lives of mortals, he could be called extremely vicious in the cultivation world.

Wearing an ice blue robe, his posture is handsome and straight, his face is plump and beautiful, he was originally a young man with a heroic appearance, and his waist is not a long sword with fighting intent, but now the robe is defective, revealing a corner of the white undershirt, and there are blood marks on the shoulder blades that are almost pierced.

Holding the poplar tree with one hand, the bones are slender and powerful, and the spine is as tall as a pine and cypress, but he can't help but tremble his arms slightly. Breathing rapidly, his chest rose and fell violently, as if he had been fighting for a long time and was exhausted, but his face was only pale and not flushed.

The heart is indignant, the upper part of the sharp face is not the same as when facing the same door, Erya is lenient, patient and meticulous, only the wind and bones remain unchanged, and the eyes are as clear as ever, but who knows how embarrassed and embarrassing he is now. He has always liked to travel, and his cultivation is also outstanding, and it has become a habit to easily capture some evil cultivators with weak cultivation and pack them up in the mountains to confine.

But he never expected that this evil cultivation method that was not much worse than him would be so despicable, and he actually burned incense at the first moment he noticed that he was going up the mountain.

Now I used a talisman again, and I didn't know which barren ridge I had reached, so I tried my best to light a stick of incense to disperse the beasts, and finally I was completely powerless to slide to the ground. It was already rubbed by a thunder spell, causing the blackened robe on one side to make several cuts as the senior brother softened, and blood oozed from his back.

The pain in his shoulder blades reminded him of what happened to him all the time, but the senior brother now didn't even have the strength to tear open the communication talisman, let alone carefully bandage and heal.

There were beads of sweat sliding down the corners of his forehead, his lips were bitten white, and his sword eyebrows were frowned, but until he tasted the smell of blood, he couldn't gather a trace of strength, at this time, if he met even a mortal, he would not have the strength to fight back, after all, that incense defense was only a beast, and it was not an ordinary person.