The next day, in the Ming Hall of the Royal Palace, the jade is square, the red satin and gold silk are hung above the gate of the courtyard, and the two words of the Ming Hall are written on it, the gold is dazzling, and it is extremely luxurious. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burning ^ Wen ^ Book Library] []. [774] [buy]. []【For more exciting novels, please visit】

Mingtang is a place where the palace specially receives dignitaries from all walks of life, looking at the courtyard, the guards are strict, one forward, the iron halberd sword is cold, full of solemn and majestic atmosphere.

In the Ming Hall, there are several seats, located under it, but Lin Feng and Lin Tian are on the left, Lin Yuan and Lin Qian are on the right, and they are on the left and right.

Especially Lin Tian, who is usually monolithic, never seems to appear in his dictionary with the word smile, however, at this moment, his smile is simply a flower blooming.

When the guards around saw it, they couldn't help but have goosebumps layer after layer behind them, oh my God, you General Lin, a generation of iron-blooded generals, who killed the world and shocked the world, will also laugh?

At a very old age, his smile was, in the eyes of others, more ugly than crying.

It's just that everyone knows his personality very well, and no one will be bored enough to touch his moldy head. This first person is the Qi refining monk who met Lin Ning that day, the old dwarf is dressed in a purple robe, because his stature is too short, he is wearing it, it is really unreasonable, it is completely like a clothes hanging on a clothes pole, funny, his mouse-like eyes, dripping and turning, but it reveals a rare shrewdness, but whenever his eyes sweep over the maids in the hall, he shows a lewd color.

Lin Qian glanced at the dwarf old man on the seat, and his eyes were full of helplessness. Where is this immortal master, he is simply an old pervert, a full old pervert, a hooligan. He didn't believe that such a person could really expel the trace of immortal aura in his body.

Not to mention, how capable the old man is, but just from his style and actions, he has to make Lin Qian's heart like ashes.

He secretly sighed, but he had the hope of what happened, hoping that the old man was really as Lin Feng said, he had that magical power that was different from ordinary people, but now......

He could only smile with a smile.

An old pervert who also wants to refine such a pure immortal aura? Jokes, Lin Qian knows very well in his heart, that trace of aura, just staying in the body and doing nothing, can make a martial arts master become a waste, it is enough to see how pure this aura is.

He didn't understand the things of the immortals, and the aura was what it was, but it could be seen from the superficiality.

Looking at Lin Feng and the others, catering to such a vulgar person's smiling face, Lin Qian's heart seemed to be even heavier, "Ridiculous, ridiculous." He muttered to himself, but lowered his eyes and ignored it.

After staying for a while, the old dwarf seemed to be a little impatient, his old face pulled, and he said unhappily: "King Jingxian, where is the talented beauty you said?" Why didn't the old man even see a shadow, you wouldn't just play the old man with pure heart. ”

Hearing this, Lin Tian and Lin Feng were both shocked, for fear of annoying him, Lin Feng immediately stood up, leaned over, and said respectfully: "Master Immortal, wait a moment, she is dressing up, and she will come later." ”

"Hmm." The dwarf old man pretended to nod calmly, which made Lin Tian and Lin Feng both breathe a sigh of relief, and the two of them subconsciously looked at Lin Yuan, but saw that he was holding a jade fan, and he rolled up his sleeves together, looking confident.

Seeing this, the two looked at each other for a while, and then sat back nervously. Lin Feng prayed in his heart, everything was done according to Lin Qian's wishes, just hoping that Xuan'er's appearance could really impress this immortal master!

It's a pity that he doesn't have many Lin Feng's wives, and the children born to him are all male people, and the palace really can't find this kind of beautiful embryo, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to pin his hopes on a maid.

The dwarf old man closed his eyes and pondered, but Xuan'er's seductive appearance appeared in his mind over and over again, the color of her posture, duckweed smiled, like a hibiscus out of the water, and it was more like a flash in the pan, which was amazing.

He just saw her once, but he couldn't forget it anymore, just like Lin Qian had seen Xuan'er, her beauty was incomparable, playful and smart, and there was a sense of beauty, and she found a thousand degrees, but it was close at hand.

"What a beauty!" The old man couldn't stop admiring in his heart, and when he thought of being able to embrace such a beautiful woman in his arms, he couldn't hold it anymore, and his heart was like frying oil, and he was hungry and thirsty.

Although he is cultivating the Dao Method, since he cultivated many years ago, and after he had no hope of building a foundation, he was reduced to the mortal world and fell into the earthly world.

Moreover, the way to cultivate immortals is extremely dangerous, if he is not careful, he will die without a place to be buried, and it is even possible to be scattered, as soon as he thinks of this, he doesn't want to cultivate even more.

Entering the mortal world by himself, relying on a few magic techniques, enjoying the worship of the world, incognito, but also living freely, compared to the long penance for many years, these are simply what I want in a dream.

He couldn't bear it.

The heavens are immortal, even if it is what he yearns for, but ask many monks in the fairy world, how many people can live with the sky and the same frontier with the sun? Not to mention that he has a small Qi refining period, even a great cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage is impossible.

Only when you really step into the line of immortals can there be a trace of possibility.

Compared with things that cannot be touched, the old man would rather choose to be prosperous and wealthy in his life, be a mortal, and be happier than an immortal cultivator, which is his experience after retiring for many years.

Mortals have the happiness of mortals, and immortals have their own pains.

It's a given!

The old man's mind drifted farther and farther, and suddenly recalled all the things he had encountered on the road of cultivating immortals, and he couldn't help but sigh, how exciting it was when he obtained the spiritual root many years ago, and even happy for it for several years, until he stepped on the path of immortals.

Only then did I realize that the real path of cultivating immortals was a world of difference from what I imagined.

Seeing that the brothers of the same sect who had almost debuted with him had fallen one by one, the master had declined, and the Dao method had withered, he finally gave up his cultivation heart and returned to the mortal world.

Just stayed for a while, and finally under the ardent expectation of everyone, I saw a beautiful shadow like a lotus outside the hall, belatedly speaking, just like a new lily on the cheeks, greasy and jade fat, gentle and flowing, and amiable to watch.

Dressed in red and dressed in red, with a jade curtain and beaded hairpin, her steps are gentle, and she is like a god, there is no doubt that it is Xuan'er, as soon as she appeared, she almost amazed the audience.

What a beautiful word, the second!

made everyone think that a mere maid could have such a peerless posture, it is really an ancient poem:

"Bound red silk Xiao Semer, there are sinking fish in the sky, the appearance of shy flowers and the moon is closed, and the crown jade hairpin and blue bird return!"

It is said that the Buddha relies on gold, and people rely on clothes, and this is true, under Lin Feng's careful arrangement, it can have such an outstanding effect, seeing Xuan'er's beauty, Lin Tian and Lin Feng are relieved, he still doesn't believe that such a beauty is here, the immortal master will not be moved?

But Lin Qian looked through it at a glance, like autumn water, he was anxious, how did he think of it, how could he give such a beauty to others to make a wedding dress?

While everyone was amazed, they didn't know that outside the Ming Hall, only a hundred steps, Lin Ning was fluttering in white clothes, holding a jade flute, and he was already so angry that he couldn't help himself......

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