When Qingqiu woke up, he was already in the "deep courtyard" of Cangshu.

The white and tender hands ripped open the jade silk futon, Qingqiu blushed again instantly, pulled back the futon and shouted.

It turned out that Qingqiu's chest was exposed, white like frost and snow, red like ripe cherries, and the colors were distinct, and she curled up in the quilt naked, looking at the only "outsider" in the room - the woman in the green robe.

At the same time as Qingqiu shouted, Tsing Yi pushed open the door and entered, the corners of the cherry mouth were upturned, and the eyebrows and eyes were shining, as if he had searched for prey.

The bamboo pole that was working hard in front of the locust tree heard it, and couldn't help but have respect for the beautiful woman who passed by just now.

At that time, the bamboo pole was wielding a hoe, ready to bury a few sunflower seeds, and a woman with a strong fragrance on her body passed by. Bent down and kindly suggested to the bamboo pole in the soil, "Wait a while, Sister Qingqiu will be yelling, don't touch the moldy head, leave it to my sister to deal with, you know?"

Because of the plump figure of the woman in Tsing Yi and the action of bending over, the pair of heavy fruits made the little cook feast his eyes, swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and just nodded.

The white rabbit named "Rolling" by the bamboo pole without authorization lies on the branches of the towering locust tree, rolling its eyes.

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Qingqiu was nervous and speechless, her innocence was gone?

I have to cry again.

Tsing Yi no longer flirted, "I'm afraid that you will catch the cold, so I will bring it back by the way, don't worry, I took off my clothes." That little lame man has a colored heart and no color. You're a little smaller except there, but you're in good shape. has the demeanor of my sister back then. After the next three years, I spent the thirteen villages and lived here. Over there are newly prepared clothes. "Looking down the orchid, there is a wardrobe in the corner.

In the end, when the glamorous woman left, she suddenly turned around, which frightened Qingqiu, "Oh, my name is Si, you can also call me Sister Xiaoqing." ”

Qingqiu, who was thrown a flattering look by Tsing Yi, straightened goosebumps, looked down at his chest, and muttered, "It's great to be big, sooner or later it's bigger than you." ”

The inner clothes are made of this "blessed land" Limu silk, which is comfortable and can keep the skin moisturized, and can also protect the body from the cold and heat.

The outer skirt is woven with the silk of the spring thunder silkworm, which is famous in Kyushu and is scarce. It only eats the mulberry leaves, which is extremely difficult to breed, and only spits silk when the thunder roars in spring. Silk is particularly flexible, and ordinary swords cannot leave traces.

Embroidered shoes, still that pair.

Qingqiu hung a good jade slip and went out lazily. The sun is too good to be true, but it's not hot. When you squint, the sun looks like a living thing, and it seems that there are birds flapping their wings in it.

The bamboo pole was the first to stand up and raise his arms high to say good morning.

Qingqiu twitched the corners of his mouth, he farted in the morning, and it was noon.

Qingqiu finished eating breakfast and lunch prepared by the bamboo pole, and wandered around the village. During this period, he learned that the sixth brother had started to practice in a cave in Wutong Mountain, and he became more and more depressed.

A pair of simple and simple cloth shoes appeared in Qingqiu's vision with his head bowed, and it was the village chief.

Qingqiu didn't want to look up, so he didn't move.

The village chief still smiled, but said, "Don't blame your brother, it's my request, as long as you finish delivering the letter, I will help your imperial brother restore the country." When the time comes, we don't owe each other, and the sky is high and the earth is far away, where the three of you go, how about it?"

Qingqiu's eyes lit up.

Seeing what Qingqiu was thinking, he just shook his head, "Not now, your skills are not high, and that little cook has no realm, now I will give a New Year's gift to the bandits." ”

Qingqiu thought to herself, that is, the realm is enough, and the ability is almost enough. Qingqiu raised his head and stared at the old man with big watery eyes, "Then, do I need to cultivate?

The old man nodded, stroked his beard and smiled, "You just need to practice the talisman technique, the realm or something, it doesn't matter." When I think it's about the same, it's really about the same. By my calculations, three years is enough, but if you work harder, maybe it will be faster. ”

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Qingqiu is running on the complicated dirt road, and the direction is Wutong Mountain. With a smile on his face, he really looks like a sunflower.

Just now, the village chief said that he will practice the talisman technique through Jade Jian for the time being, and if he doesn't understand, just ask him, three years will be enough at most. As long as I work a little harder every day, a little bit, I will soon be able to go out, and when the time comes, I will be able to leave with my brother and the little cook. When the time comes, I will be able to open a restaurant, the little chef will become a big chef, and my brother will be the shopkeeper, and I will be responsible for tasting the dishes, won't the good days come?

Brother, wait, I'll tell you.

At the foot of Wutong Mountain, Qingqiu was panting, looking at the towering green mountains, taking a short rest, or continuing to move forward.

Hundreds of steps and nine folds linger on the rocks, and the stream jumps.

Qingqiu was climbing a rocky rock, and his ankle was bruised again and he fell to the ground. But she kept smiling and didn't cry.

Qingqiu put his hands on the boulder, trying to support himself, when a big hand covered with scars reached out, Qingqiu looked up and saw the big sleeves of the white clothes fluttering, "Sixth brother!" Qingqiu shouted happily, not remembering the multiple abrasions on his body at all.

Xi Feng had already stood in front of the cave, and in front of him was the scene of Zi Shi showing the mirror mountains and rivers, and Qingqiu's behavior all the way was in his eyes. The fine phoenix carried Qingqiu on his back, performed his body technique, and went straight to the "candle beam" of the cultivation cave.

On the road, Qingqiu happily recounted his conversation with the village chief, and Xifeng just listened quietly, humming from time to time.

"Candle Beam" is located on the mountainside, outside the entrance of the cave, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and the trees are shady. Just looking inside, it's dark, and if you want to see it inside, you really have to light a candle, right?

Qingqiu finally finished speaking, and then looked straight at Xi Feng. In the past two years, how many times have Qing Qiu escaped death, Qingqiu is the character who has been placed at the back, in Xi Feng's opinion, there is no reason, just a matter of course. Xi Feng nodded, saying that he followed the village chief and several adults to practice, and when the restoration of the country was over, he would not be a king, but would live a fireworks day in the market.

Qingqiu's dimples rose again, his strength was exhausted, and he fell into the arms of Xifeng.

The village chief appeared again, nodded, smiled, and finally finished the process.

There is also a handsome man who is unusually handsome, shaking a red sandalwood folding fan, using thousand-year-old paper as the fan surface, painting the seven sages of the bamboo forest in ink for ten thousand years, and inscribed the poem "I wish to exchange the Yao Chi Immortal Spring for the world's wine money".

The handsome man didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, "Hit the cave fairy, why don't you urge the little bald head, go earlier, this girl can suffer less, alas, you are incompetent as the village chief." Zi didn't talk nonsense, and with a wave of his sleeves, he directly beat this pretending fat pig back to its original shape, and the latter fell straight into Dongting Lake, one of the five lakes.

The fine phoenix on the side smacked his tongue, and the village chief signaled that it was okay, it had rough skin and thick meat.

And on the other side of Dongting Lake, a woman's voice was faintly heard, "Okay, you dead pig, I knew that your nature was difficult to move." and blatantly watched me take a shower. Look at me plucking you all over the body. "On Dongting Lake, the cyan rainbow is non-stop, and under the white moonlight, it is not a beautiful scenery that is better than a beautiful scenery. It's a good "looking at the landscape of Dongting from afar, and there is a green snail on a silver plate".

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The three of them finally settled in the Thirteen Villages.

Xifeng followed several "adults" to practice and lived in the "Candle Beam" of Wutong Cave Mansion for a long time. Regardless of the loss of the life span of the royal family, it pointed directly to the heavens, the earth, and the three realms of heaven.

Qingqiu relied on the jade slip left by Wu Yi to practice the talisman technique, and the village chief solved his doubts from the side. Regardless of the realm, just climb high.

Bamboo pole farming. Since then, the thirteen villages have one more little cook who wields a nail rake every day.

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In the "Deep Courtyard", the village chief sat opposite Qingqiu and talked about the key points of practicing talismans.

The master of the talisman is the heaviest three, the rune paper that carries the "symbol", the ink that draws the "symbol", and the technique of drawing the symbol. The first two are external objects, and as for the technique, in the final analysis, it is also the mental method. Drawing talismans pays attention to one go, the heart is unstable, the strokes are messy, and the talisman has no aura.

Speaking of this, Qingqiu looked slightly embarrassed, and his words were so ugly.

The village chief smiled and said it was okay, just try.

Then he took out a stack of yellow rune paper, a black inkstone, and a small cyan cone.

As for how to draw, it's simple, just copy it according to the jade slip!

The village chief stroked his beard and smiled, but in fact, he didn't say it all. For example, the Fu Gong cultivation in Kyushu is dominated by two families, the Heavenly Sect and the Human Sect.

The Heavenly Sect pays attention to innate endowments, and since there are so few people who can practice talismans, they should let talented people learn them. Renzong pays attention to the equality of all beings, and it is difficult to practice Fu Zheng, it doesn't matter, as long as you want to learn, you can teach it. As for how much you can learn, on your own.

Coincidentally, the ancestral land and sect of the two sects are in Yongzhou, and there has always been a rule of the thirty-year big competition. Regarding the secret of the two sects, of course Zi knew that a long time ago, the two sects were of the same vein.

The little woman in front of her has a very high talent for talismans, if she is in the Heavenly Sect, she will definitely cultivate it carefully, and it is okay to be the next Heavenly Master.

As for the division of the realm, the rule of "one realm plus one money" is not necessary for her! Otherwise, when she goes out in the future, the girl will have five or six copper coins on her body, which is not like words.

Those runes are really just a primer. However, the inkstone was dug from the bottom riverbed under Dongting Lake. The ink produced by grinding does not fade for a long time, is condensed and heavy, and can best help the monk Fu Gong to complete the writing of "the lines are scattered and the bones are not scattered, and the strokes can break the divine will continuously".

That green cone is a thousand-year-old refining thing. Take the willow branch next to the Guanyin Spring in the South China Sea as the pen shaft, and refine the whisker hair of the real dragon that year is hard, and there is a feeling of "the eyes are worn like a tree, and the sharp is like a cone".

When Qingqiu opened the spiritual platform and officially crossed the threshold of cultivation, it was the time for her to become a blockbuster.

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I don't know that the bamboo pole of the great fortune is coming to farm diligently, and take care of the red treasure horse that was captured by Wu Yi. He took the name "Honghong".

Every day, I will walk and ride a horse to travel farther away to enjoy the scenery. He watched the rising sun on Hugao Mountain, and watched the morning clouds and mist. He hung the jade plate high on Que Yue Mountain, looking at the full moon. He was lonely by Poyang Lake, looking at the long sky......

For the flawless, almost pure bamboo pole, to live is to live. Living in the present is the direction of life that cannot be changed. Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself.

He will not be envious of his son's ability to build the avenue and his handsome appearance, and he only cares about slapping his beard and slapping horses. He will not feel sorry for himself because the young lady is beautiful and lovely, but he is from a low background, and he only cares about inferiority. According to the chef's words, "It doesn't matter which guest it is, when you eat, you don't have to keep your head down?"

The bamboo pole is busy, walking and stopping, doing the trivial things that all living beings do on a daily basis.

He will also have hobbies, such as cooking, and the animals in the village will be his guest officers. And the meadow that was reclaimed, the village chief said, belongs to him!

The bamboo pole did not know that there was a golden man who was always "tailing" him. And his "innocent" behavior and state of mind have been looked at.

Now the bamboo pole is barefoot, the pants are rolled up to the knees, and the forks are held in both hands and stand in the Dongting Lake.

In the distance, the village chief, who was nicknamed the "Cave Fairy" by the golden-haired man, spoke, "It's almost time, you can accept apprentices." I'm ready for this ceremony. The golden-haired man didn't look away, he didn't breathe, "It's your business," and then said, "Wait." ”

The bamboo pole suddenly forked, and it was a carp.

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The fine phoenix in the "Candle Beam" is accumulating spiritual power, and the breath in the dantian is constantly rolling, waiting to break the bottleneck of killing words. Now he is, in the words of Zhaozi, that's it, "Beams and wood dark room, a candle will be bright".

Xifeng takes good care of her half-sister, and Qingqiu is obedient to Xifeng, which stems from the behavior of a Xifeng who thinks it is "natural" when she was a child.

When she was four years old, her mother died. The maid whose mother married into the palace was not angry with her, it was very simple, and she had no backer. The only orphan girl left is not a man, and there is no need to be conscientious. What's more, he stole Qingqiu's mother's jewelry and gave it to the powerful to get a good job.

A little girl is isolated, and in the palace, she is even more helpless than a concubine falling out of favor.

Even if she's a princess. Because the emperor is very patriarchal, he did not delve into Qingqiu's living situation, because her mother was not very favored.

At that time, Xifeng stopped the snowballs of several princes, pulled out Qingqiu, whose face was red from the snow, and took her to his mansion. Food, clean water, dancing music, fire, padded jackets, fireworks...... Qingqiu lived a warm winter day there, warming people's hearts.

That year, Qingqiu was seven years old.