Sitting in front of the seventy-six pavilion steps, the "dream butterfly" that he had just stepped on did not make him sleepy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info held the newly acquired wine gourd in his hand, and his heart was very happy, and he thought of the words of the master again. It turns out that he has already achieved some small success in cultivating, but this natural way is so natural that he doesn't even know it, so is this going to come naturally? I can't help but feel funny, but I don't know why I laughed at it.

Looking at the moon in the sky, I unscrewed the stopper of this wine gourd. A sip of immortal brewed silver shuttle fell into his mouth.

"Good wine!"

He felt a fleeting heat in his chest, igniting his memories.

The five of them stood around the cloister in front of the dripping table, each holding a scoop in their hands, all of the same size, and a wooden bucket of the same size for water was placed at their feet, and two strings of hemp rope were tied to it. A small tripod is about the size of a fist, and there are five inch-long sticks of incense stuck in it, which can be placed on the railing near the dripping table.

Qin Mengjiu stepped on a few stones protruding from the water surface and walked up to the dripping platform, with the wooden barrel on his back, holding the scoop with his right hand, he closed his eyes after standing still, exhaled, his eyes were wide open, and he no longer had the usual crooked smiling eyes, and said softly, "You can start." As soon as the words came out, a stick of incense on the small ding burned, and the fragrance was rich.

At the same time, a lot of water droplets fell, Qin Mengjiu's body moved, and he was full of heroism, feeling that there were thousands of troops and horses under his feet, and thousands of bones were decaying in front of him. The small mouth was slightly pursed, and the "Dream Butterfly" stepped on, and the "Wearing Flowers" scoop in his hand kept dancing, followed by those falling water droplets.

The incense and the smoke encouraged her for a while. The four of them watched in the corridor, and their hearts moved with her.

Qin Mengjiu stepped out in one step, originally leaning obliquely, but he moved straight forward, and the scoop in his hand was also non-stop, dripping up and down, and drops of water fell into it. The droplets of water that fell beside her returned to the scoop as she moved and ran, and as soon as the scoop leaned back, she poured the water into the bucket behind her.

The show eyes were round, the essence was magnificent, and she snorted softly, and the figure pitched and landed on the uneven platform, feeling that what she was holding in her hand was not a water scoop, but more like a long hair, and a sudden thorn was even more remnant. More and more droplets of water were catched, and when it was full, it was poured into the bucket.

The four of them watched from the audience, and they all felt a kind of Qin Mengjiu marching and fighting in their hearts, she was like a general who charged into battle and rode through the mountains and rivers.

The more they fought, the more courageous they became, and the few people who forgot their feelings felt that the water droplets fell near Qin Mengjiu's body and slowly stagnated, and they were swept away by her urn like catching a turtle.

The water in the bucket gradually increased, and the incense gradually burned out. Finally, it all stopped.

Qin Mengjiu walked down the dripping platform, and Tu Zhi reached out to help put down the bucket, but there were many of them.

Qin Mengjiu exhaled, presumably quite satisfied with his performance, after all, this was the first time that he had used "Dream Butterfly Wearing Flowers" like this.

Tu Zhi followed her order to the stage, and as soon as the second incense was burned, he also moved.

A serious face is now a cabinet of serious lists. Tu Zhi stepped out, striding across a large distance, and his body was very chic, but he was so directly diluted. The water scoop drew a mark from the back to the front, and the water droplets returned to the inside. As soon as his foot landed, he turned around again, turned back and stepped towards the other side, and the water scoop was still drawn out in a regular manner. Tu Zhi turned around step by step on the stage, the water scoop in his hand was non-stop, often calculated properly, and as soon as he stretched out, water droplets entered one after another.

Forgetful looked at Tu Zhi below, and felt that the senior brother and the stones under the stage were the same, square stones, quite stable.

After a while, the slaughter was over. The water in the bucket was less than Qin Mengjiu's, after all, he gave up too many opportunities in that way. Tu Zhi grinned, and he didn't think about anything else.

Xie Xie went to the stage, the hair flowing obliquely on his forehead rose lightly without wind, and his eyes had a rare serious look. The incense burns and moves, and the "dream butterfly" under his feet steps out, but his body is treacherous and evil, just like his name. The figure drew a variety of winding paths on the stage, but the speed was extremely fast, and a turn in the air appeared on another stone, but the "wearing flowers" in the hand was obviously very rusty, and the water scoop often missed the water droplets. Xie Xie frowned, turned his eyes, and responded. I saw that he quickened his pace even more, but the water scoop in his hand was poured out so frequently, and the bucket behind him swayed slightly with the oblique return to impermanence. He actually used two things, using the big opening of the bucket to make up for the disadvantage of "wearing flowers" in his hands. Xie Xie saw that this method was effective, and his speed exploded again. The four of them watched him walk on the stage with the so-called "detour", but they chased the wind and the moon and swept the afterimage, moving around out of nowhere.

Xie Xie walked off the stage, the water in the bucket was the bottom of the first three, he smiled hehehe, quite satisfied, but he secretly decided in his heart that "wearing flowers" must be carefully cultivated and mastered, and it must not be disliked by some girls.

Yun Zichan walked to the stage softly and weakly, feeling that the bucket on her back and the scoop in her hand could bend her body.

Her body moved, moving in broken steps, her demeanor was very soft, but her posture was delicate, if she danced gracefully above the nine heavens, if she was singing between the blue waves. Colorful and slow figures, or reclining to look at the end of the world, or holding an umbrella by the water. The slow pace is really not slow, but unhurried and moderate.

After a while, her beautiful face squeezed out a trace of sorrow, and she was so embarrassed. But he didn't have him, and raised his left hand together to his eyebrows, as if to drive away the sadness. The plain fingers opened one by one, and a dream butterfly appeared.

Except for Xie Xie, the other three people all looked shocked, and they actually used "Dream Butterfly" here, and they admired Yun Zichan. All the exercises and moves will only stop at the meeting, and the way is to truly master and use them. Only when the turbulence is dangerous and obstructive, can we save the hard thinking of countermeasures and fly a stroke out of whimsy.

As soon as the dream butterfly appeared, her sad face disappeared. I saw that Yun Zichan's figure was getting slower, but the graceful water scoop was strangely followed by a lot of water droplets. Dream Butterfly obediently fluttered butterfly wings above her head, colorful and inspired her, starlight, she was dressed in flowers, and her beautiful face added a bit of spirit and spirit.

The fragrance is exhausted, she stands with her hands down, the flower clothes are gone, the dream butterfly is no more, only her slight smile still stays on her lips.

The water in Yun Zichan's bucket was almost full, an inch more than Qin Mengjiu.

After closing his eyes and flashing a few pictures in the corridor, he walked up to the drip table.

I saw that at the beginning of the forgetfulness, a dream butterfly appeared in a semicircle in his left hand, and the "dream butterfly" stepped out at his feet, twisting the water scoop in his hand to "wear flowers" non-stop. After a while, the starlight that Meng Die shook off was sprinkled all over his body, but the flower clothes were so suitable for wearing on the body of Forgetfulness, after all, his little face was very pink.

Remembering Uncle Xu's "test" in the morning, he tried to change the direction of the water droplets with his left hand and make them deflect into the water scoop. After trying a few hands, I gradually became familiar with it. At this time, his hands flew up and down, and he was surrounded by Manno. The water scoop is also handed forward or turned in the hand, like an arm.

Looking at the falling raindrops, there is no order to speak of. Forgetful but like a god to help the soul of the blessing, grasp the scoop like a pen, shallow obliquely from left to right a book.

Yes, exactly. Forgetful and immersed in the "ink love", the water droplets in front of him are as slow as words, and the right hand "wears flowers" like a wave. The afterglow was swept away, and the incense was about to burn out.

Quickly put the bucket in front of him, put the water scoop aside, stretched out the palms of both hands downward, knocked down, and the water droplets fell into the bucket with a puff, but it was full. The harvest is gone, and the butterfly is gone.

As soon as he forgot his feelings, he found that his brothers and sisters were looking at him with fanatical eyes, and he suddenly blushed a little. After all, he went up in the end, but he took a big advantage.

There is no need to compare, the bucket of forgetfulness has the most water. Qin Mengjiu and the four of them all came over to pat their feelings, and there was no unwilling look on their faces, they were all more relieved, after all, he needed to pay more than them. They have seen the miserable white face without a trace of blood on a rainy day, they have heard the cry of Forgetfulness when he falls asleep, and they have also seen his eyes under the pearl of the night with a book in his arms. Laughing unpassionately, accepting everyone's patting and slapping at him.

At this moment, an untimely laughter came, breaking the warmth of the moment.

"Haha, haha."

Xie Xie suddenly felt so embarrassed, not because of him, it was his master's slow laughter. The other four people also heard it, and they all looked at Xie Xie with a look of "you are really a pair of masters and apprentices", and Xie Xie felt even more embarrassed.

"I won the bet, haha, I won the bet. Haha, I haven't won against Senior Brother Du for a long time, this time ......"

"But junior brother, you didn't tell Senior Brother Du that you won, what will you win?" It was Mo Xianxian's voice.

"Didn't you? Senior Brother Su, didn't I say this? ”

"I gambled with him, but you really didn't."

"Ah...... Yes...... I'm unwilling. ”

"If you want to lose, this will be for your good man." Although he lost, he didn't see the slightest frustration.

"Forget your feelings, I haven't thanked you Uncle Du." Su Shi's voice rang in Forgetful's ears.

Forgetful hurriedly bowed to the listening compartment and thanked him, and said respectfully, "Thank you, uncle." ”

"No, you little guys are better than we were back then, haha. Let's go and drink at the old man's place, let's not be here, and the little ones will play by themselves. ”

"Let's go!" Xu Yan's voice was loud, and he estimated that he wanted to drink the messy elder into a family at once.

"Forgetfulness, then."

As soon as the words fell, a wine gourd flew from the listening room to the front of the forgetful body, and the forgetful reached out and grabbed it. This wine gourd is very different from the gift given by the elder of the chaotic pen, the dark color texture is a little deep, the surface is decorated with cirrus clouds like waves, the gourd waist is wrapped with a vermilion ribbon, and the red rope is tied to the ribbon, and the other end is wrapped around the wine gourd stopper.

"This is the master's treasure wine gourd, called 'Xuanhu', I heard the master say that it can hold three hundred catties of wine, and as long as it is full of wine, you can make your own wine, and it is a good baby." Tu Zhi said with a grin.

"Do you still need to make wine when you fill it with wine?" Xie Xie felt strange.

"That's not what it means, even if you put the wine in the world, and the wine that is almost there, Xuanhu can make a fine wine immortal."

"Wow, junior brother, you can go sell wine in the future."

The four of them felt that Xie Xie and Xu Xuan were really a pair of masters and apprentices, and they felt that their ideas were very peculiar.

"Otherwise, we'll go drinking too, anyway, the master and they're all going to drink." Xie Xie immediately thought of it, and then the four of them all looked at Qin Mengjiu, who pursed his lips and thought carefully for a while.

"Well, it's decided, just don't drink too much, and it just so happens that everyone can exchange what they've learned recently." Qin Mengjiu waved his hand, and the five of them happily walked towards the listening room.

Five buckets of different water surfaces were placed there, silently without a ripple; The five sticks of incense are generally inserted in the incense ash of Xiaoding, like an oath, and they are quietly spoken.

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