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Under the white clouds, the sixteen countries coexisted peacefully and without disputes.

On the white clouds, the nine heavens are vast and magnificent, and thousands of gods are endless. In the northeast direction of the seventh heaven, at the end of the sea of clouds, mountains and fog, there is a set of heavenly book pavilions that are like a huge city: Chang Huan.

The Pavilion is a bright pearl of wisdom in the heavenly realm, and it is the largest library built by the Emperor of Heaven for the Six Realms. Its area is three times that of the Lingxiao Palace, the capital of the Heavenly Realm, and there are many large and small positions, and there are thousands of immortals and scholars.

Mainly divided into six realms of gods, demons, immortals, demons, ghosts, and artificial, the Changhuan Pavilion is divided into six Tibetan universes, and each building is equipped with many books and the number of floors is different, the high can reach the eighth heaven, and the low is not inferior to the peaks and hills.

There are hundreds of immortal soldiers outside each building, flying up and down to patrol day and night, and each floor inside is also guarded by an immortal slave, so Chang Huan Pavilion has not lost a book for tens of thousands of years.

If you want to ask where do so many books come from?

The credit for this is the messenger and the pen boy who run back and forth in the heavens and the earth all day long.

Every day, hundreds of messengers have the world's sharpest skills in reading and exploring ink, and they can smell the ink as quickly as possible, and find the places where new books have been unearthed in various parts of the Six Realms. But they didn't steal the book, but took out the magic weapon seal mirror in their arms, copied every page of the scroll into the mirror, and then brought it back to the pen boys in the transcription room behind the Heavenly Realm Chang Huan Pavilion, and asked them to rewrite the content in the seal text realm and make a book that was exactly the same as the original.

Therefore, the books distributed in various parts of the Six Realms, except for some obscure and deeply hidden secret book exercises, have been copied by Chang Huan Pavilion.

Yan Hanwen, the lord of the Changhuan Pavilion, is not only shrewd and good at observing words and feelings, but also subordinates who govern and obey loyal ministers. Although he has an official rank of five grades, he is only a general manager of the book collection, but the five directions, the true monarch, and the star monarch all admire him for three points.

Today, the calendar is 45,000 years old. On the birthday of the Emperor of Heaven, the huge martial arts platform in the east corner of the eighth heaven, an unprecedented grand birthday banquet is about to be held. All the gods in the heavens and on the earth, regardless of their grade, hurried to the place with birthday gifts.

At this moment, there are still three hours before the birthday feast begins.

Yan Hanwen, the master of the Changhuan Pavilion, sat calmly in front of the Taoyunzhai bookcase, carefully flipping through a thin list of names of people who went to the banquet. His thick eyebrows are like swords, and a pair of deep eyes below him are like purple fire under the night, shining with dark light.

But on his carved angular face, the most striking place is not the eyes, but the strange shape of the divine seal that looms in the center of his eyebrows, like a river outlined by silver water, without light and sparkling.

The man in the blue brocade official uniform standing respectfully next to the desk is the deputy head of the Changhuan Pavilion, Liangli.

The position of deputy cabinet master has some origins. There was no such position before, but later something touching and poignant happened in the god who collected the Book of Heaven, and the pavilion lord was grateful for the kindness of the woman who died for himself, so he promoted her younger brother into the pavilion as the second in command.

At this moment, Liangli is quietly slanting his eyes, peeking at the handsome and suffocating face of the pavilion master beside him, the half-bundle of gold, jade and white striped high crowns on his head are like cranes about to fly, and the rest of the hanging hair is like a waterfall, fluttering on the moon-platinum-edged robe, which makes people never get tired of looking at it.

Yan Hanwen had a solemn face, his eyes were deep and dark, and he carefully examined the names of the various immortal slaves on the list one by one. After a long time, he closed the thin sheet and approved: "Very good, these immortal slaves you picked are gentle, sensible and polite, and they are very suitable for helping the immortal slaves of Lingxiao Hall take care of the Wulingtai birthday banquet." ”

"This is the list of fairies who danced for the birthday banquet in this pavilion." Liangli quickly handed over another one.

Yan Hanwen took it, opened it leisurely, and carefully examined the names of each fairy. For a moment, his watery eyes paused at the name Ling Muxue, and he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, smile lightly, and after a while, he continued to look down.

"Yes, they are all fairies with beautiful appearances, and they must win full applause on the stage!" Yan Hanwen praised again, and suddenly a familiar but unfamiliar name appeared at the end of the list, Ling Suxue.

What building is she from?

Yan Hanwen pondered lightly, and suddenly in the depths of his memory, there was a woman with a faint back, with an introverted and indifferent personality, and few words. It turned out to be her, the immortal slave who took care of the third layer of the demon. If it weren't for the fact that she had a little relationship with Ling Mubing, she would definitely be forgotten at first sight.

Yan Hanwen frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Ling Suxue looks so ordinary, why would she use it as a side dance?" ”

"Because ......" A drop of sticky sweat slipped on Xian Liangli's forehead, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "The demon management fairy Ling Mu Bing begged several times, so the dance secretary reluctantly agreed." ”

It seems that Ling Muxue feels very sorry for her sister, who is not related to her. But this is the birthday banquet of the Emperor of Heaven, and everything must be done with great care, so as not to show embarrassment and make other immortals laugh! ”

"What the Pavilion Master said is very true! That Lingxue is not as bad as imagined, although her appearance is not overwhelming, but compared with other ordinary fairy slaves, not to mention that she is willing to work hard, although she is a dancer, but she is more diligent than other fairies, so please don't lose the interest in going to the banquet because of a small fairy slave! Xian Liangli persuaded like this, just because there was not much time, and it was too late to change people.

Yan Hanwen's pale red thin lips hooked slightly, and he allowed him: "Okay, just listen to what you say!" ”

Anyway, it's just a small and inconspicuous dancer.

Yan Hanwen opened another famous blog and continued to examine it, with an expression without a trace of ambiguity.

At the same time, in the third floor of the demon, in front of the first bookshelf, a jade pale green Ling Suxue was holding a wooden grate, and was helping the stunningly beautiful woman Ling Mubing comb her beautiful and atmospheric flying bun.

Ling Mubing is the main dancer of this dance music, so her clothes are not only different in color, but also in style, avant-garde and trendy.

The two sisters are like two butterflies of different colors, excited to each other, looking forward to the beginning of the birthday feast.

"Sister, time flies so fast, you have been here to be a fairy slave for five hundred years. If you do well in dancing today, I will recommend you to the Pavilion Master in a while, and let him give you an official position. Ling Mubing said casually while holding on to the carved prism to appreciate the beauty of his sinking fish and geese.

Ling Suxue has an introverted personality and has no expression on her face on weekdays. But now it's different, because the person she's facing is a close friend who has cultivated with her in the Nether Snow Region for two thousand years, so even if she forgets to laugh, she still has to try to squeeze out a smile to thank her: "Thank you, sister, I sweep and take care of the floor in this building, and my life is quite comfortable, I don't need you to worry about me." ”

"How can that work? Although I entered the Pavilion three hundred years before you, I don't want you to always do some vulgar and inferior work in this house. Besides, your cultivation is not shallow, and you have the Xuanbing Divine Bow in your hand, and your martial arts are almost the same as those immortal soldiers outside, so you can't stay here and sweep the floor for the rest of your life, right? ”

"I ...... I'm used to it. ”

Lingsuxue's temperament is at ease with what happens, and like a frog sitting in a well watching the sky, she doesn't know the vastness and colorfulness of the outside world.

Ling Mubing is different, she can't stand doing the same thing for a long time, so since she came here eight hundred years ago, she has been constantly looking for opportunities to promote herself, and won the favor of managers at all levels, successfully attracting the attention of the master of the Chang Huan Pavilion, jumping three levels, from the little fairy slave who cares about the books in the Demon Pavilion to the manager of the entire building!

If her sister was always so humble, the other control immortals would definitely laugh at her. Therefore, she must help Ling Suxue get promoted as soon as possible!

"Sister, don't be inferior, you know, your ability is the same as mine, so when you set off for a while, you have to say more to let everyone know about your existence."

"Hmm." Lingsuxue replied casually, she thought it was more interesting to comb her hair and coil her hair than to develop interpersonal relationships. So, she focused on her long, waterfall-smooth hair at her fingertips, ignoring the bunch of masked tricks about how to talk.

It didn't take long for Ling Mubing's long hair to turn into an elegant flying bun, making her whole person look even more fluttering.

"Sister, your pan-head craftsmanship is so dexterous!" Ling Mubing praised, the mirror was pinched in his hand, and he couldn't put it down.

"Sister, it's not too early, let's gather." Lingxue gently urged.

"Don't worry, there's still half an hour before departure. You first help me insert the mutton fat jade peony hairpin that the pavilion master rewarded me with in the early years! In Ling Mubing's other hand, there was a long red glitter brocade box at some point.

Ling Suxue took the brocade box, opened it gently, and stared at the white mutton fat jade peony hairpin lying on the red velvet satin like a sleeping beauty, secretly envious in her heart.

This is the hair ornament that the pavilion owner gave to his sister, which must have been picked by the pavilion owner himself, and his elegant fingerprints remain on it.

Ling Suxue reached out to take it, her heartbeat unconsciously beat faster, and the moment she touched the hosta, her fingertips seemed to feel a hot temperature, and she carefully inserted the hosta into the right side of Ling Mu Bing's flying bun reluctantly.

The breeze blows gently, and the mutton fat jade peony hairpin seems to be swaggering with the wind, and the beauty is lifelike.

Ling Suxue stared a little stupidly, and Ling Mubing's lips pursed and smiled: "What, you also like the pavilion master?" ”

Ling Suxue's face was slightly red, she lowered her head in embarrassment, and was shy: "Sister, you said you laughed, I just think this hairpin is unique and beautiful, so I can't help but look at it twice!" ”

"Hehe, you don't have to hide it from me, the pavilion master is heroic and martial, chic and dignified, the fairies and female slaves in the pavilion all fell in love with him at first sight, it is normal for you to react so shyly!" Ling Mubing sneered, while taking Ling Suxue's hand and patting it gently: "Sister, the pavilion master is actually a kind god with a cold appearance and a reasonable heart, as long as you take the initiative more and look for more opportunities, the pavilion master will definitely favor you." ”

Ling Suxue was stunned, gently brushed Ling Mubing's hand away, turned sideways, and was gloomy: "Thank you sister for your kindness, but I won't compete for the man my sister likes." ”

"Alas, when did you become so complacent? Could it be that this third floor has been suffocated for too long? It seems that you should go out and walk around more to find out how colorful it is outside! Ling Mubing said, pulling Ling Suxue and flying out of the building.

On the large square in the center of the Changhuan Pavilion, groups of dancing immortals and immortal slaves have gathered. They were all chattering, anxiously waiting for the arrival of the heroic and mighty pavilion master Yan Hanwen.

Ling Mubing pulled the shy Ling Suxue to the dance team and reported to the dance secretary.

The dance secretary slapped away the hands that the two of them were holding and ordered solemnly: "Ling Mubing, as the lead dancer, you should stand at the forefront of the dance team, don't always hold on to your sister, she is not a child!" ”

"Okay, I know, let me say a few more words to my sister one last time!" Ling Mubing smiled flatteringly.

The dance priest glanced at the mutton fat jade peony hairpin on Ling Mu Bing's head, and thought that this demon girl Guan Immortal was favored by the pavilion master, so he should not be too strict with her, so he stepped aside: "Okay, don't talk for too long." ”

Ling Mubing pulled Ling Suxue aside and told him: "I can't stand with you anymore, don't always keep a cold face later, you must always keep smiling, so that the other management immortals will see you!" ”

She also whispered some ways to get close to people, but Lingsuxue almost went in and out of her left ear.

Because Lingsu Xue is really not used to inflammation.