It's been three years, and the former immature porcelain doll ——— Yuanyuan has become an eleven or twelve-year-old, beautiful little girl. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liuhe's posture has risen a little, and a heroic aura flows out between his eyebrows, with a sharp face and a handsome face, he has begun to take on the appearance of a beautiful man.

This pair of golden boys and girls, every day on time and on time starting from early in the morning, placed on a futon in front of the door of the Xiao Mansion, meditated cross-legged, until very late, did not get up and return to the Taoist temple.

It was three years and four months.

Yuanyuan's figure is graceful, tends to be full, there is a kind of devilish temptation and seduction, pink cheeks, flushed with green flush, big eyes blinking, staring directly at the gate of Xiao Mansion.

With a massive amount of cultivation resources every month, the realm of Liuhe and Yuanyuan has improved by leaps and bounds, and they are all great masters in their age.

The talents of the two are not too weak, comparable to the level of three-star disciples, otherwise, those bigwigs in the sect would not have sent them to Xiao Yihan as Taoist children.

"Yuanyuan, meditate." On the side, Liuhe straightened his upper body, closed his eyes, and his lips moved, admonishing the little girl.

Yuan Yuan glanced at her lips and said, "Are you a piece of wood?" Don't you think it's boring to cultivate like this? ”

"Senior brother once said that cultivating immortals is cultivating the mind, and the heart can't be as calm as stopping water, how can my generation of monks ask for immortals?" Liuhe closed his eyes and said calmly.

Yuanyuan hooked a jade finger and knocked on Liuhe's head.

Boom!

"Oh, why are you hitting me?" Liuhe covered his forehead and glared at Yuanyuan with big eyes.

"You little kid, it's okay to always pretend to be a senior brother's tone, is it a lesson that I have an addiction?" Yuanyuan pouted, and her big clear eyes blinked and blinked.

"You!" Liuhe pointed to Yuanyuan's nose, and the latter opened his small mouth to ask for it, but Liuhe hurriedly retracted his fingers.

Liuhe was anxious for a long time, then snorted coldly, glanced over, no longer looked at Yuanyuan, and muttered in his mouth: "Only women and villains are difficult to raise!" ”

Yuan Yuan smiled lightly, held her white and tender chin, and said with a smile: "In the past three years, you haven't studied in vain, and there is still this kind of ink in your stomach." ”

No matter how much Yuanyuan nagged, Liuhe was all kneeling cross-legged on the futon, silently reciting the scriptures, and listening to the ethereal Xuanwai divine sound.

After a while, Yuanyuan saw that Liuhe was like a wooden man again, as if he was stuck there, not moving, not saying a word, feeling bored, and slowly cultivating with peace of mind.

Four days later, a colorful cloud drove out from Yihan Mountain, spitting clouds and mist, Ruixia said, walked all the way down the mountain, and arrived at a place called Xianyuan Hall.

Xianyuan Hall, the place where the disciples of Kaiyang Palace receive the cultivation resources for the next month every month, are distributed by the six elders at the same time according to the roster.

Under normal circumstances, with Xiao Yihan's identity, every month the immortal source will be delivered by someone in person, without him needing to personally or send someone to pick it up.

But Yuanyuan couldn't bear the boredom of cultivation, and took advantage of the time to receive the fairy fate, and went down the mountain to move her legs and feet, with a smooth heart.

Over time, Yuanyuan has become a beautiful scenery in Xianyuantang.

With a beautiful face and a devilish graceful figure, she can be called one of the top ten beauties in Kaiyang Palace.

Yuan Yuan held her little hands behind her back, hummed a small tune in her mouth, carried a flower basket, and ran to the front of Xianyuan Hall, and greeted the six elders one by one.

"Oh, it's Yuanyuan, the old man heard that the adults have been in retreat for more than three years, I don't know when the adults will be able to get out?" One of the elders asked.

Yuan Yuan put the next month's immortal yuan into the flower basket she was carrying one by one, shook her head, and said crisply: "Yuan Yuan doesn't know, since the retreat, there has been no news from the adults. Oh, by the way, maybe Uncle Dog and Uncle Pig will know something. ”

After sorting out the immortal source for the next month, Yuan Yuan carried a small flower basket, a colorful cloud was born under her feet, and she made a gesture towards the six elders, and then turned around and left.

"Sister Yuanyuan, slow down!" A man shouted in the air and chased after him.

Yuan Yuan glanced at her head slightly, frowned slightly, turned around and bowed, and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, what do you command?" ”

Senior Brother Zhou smiled kindly, with a handsome face, extraordinary temperament, and unusual elegance in his demeanor, he leaned closer, smelled the faint fragrance wafting from Yuanyuan's body, and chuckled: "I don't know if Yuanyuan's little sister can think about it clearly?" ”

Yuan Yuan blinked her big black round eyes and wondered, "What have you thought about clearly?" ”

"It's the incident I mentioned to my junior sister last month."

Yuanyuan tilted her neck, a little confused, and said, "Senior brother, don't play dumb riddles anymore, what the hell is going on?" ”

Senior Brother Zhou frowned and said, "It's about you and me forming a Taoist couple......

"Oops!" Yuan Yuan suddenly screamed, stretched out a finger, put it a foot in front of Senior Brother Zhou's mouth, and said, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Zhou, Yuan Yuan actually forgot about this matter, you are allowing me to think about it for a month, and I'll give you news next month." ”

Senior Brother Zhou was a little anxious, and said: "You said you forgot nine months ago, but now more than half a year has passed, and every month I hear your reply, you ......"

Looking at Senior Brother Zhou's monkey-like face, Yuan Yuan sneered secretly, her pink cheeks were densely covered with a trace of grievance, a wisp of black silk wrapped around her fingers, and she said slowly: "Yuan Yuan's memory has always been bad, and there are some things that I forget after I think about it." ”

"Something?" Senior Brother Zhou sneered and said, "It's specifically referring to me, right?" ”

Looking at the girl in front of her, who was only eleven or twelve years old, lazily leaning on an old willow tree, like jade legs carved from ivory, crossed together, a Qianqian Su hand, gently wrapped around a wisp of black silk, like black jewel-like pupils, not easily, a trace of banter.

Senior Brother Zhou's name is Zhou Ying, who is the eldest son of Zhou Island, with an extraordinary family background, and once produced a saint.

He was twelve years old, traveled a long way, spent six days, worshiped into Kaiyang Palace, became a four-star disciple, and now, Zhou Ying has been cultivating in Kaiyang Palace for four years, and in a class of disciples, he is a very powerful young seed.

Zhou Ying looked at Yuanyuan, with a straight face, and said coldly: "You must know that if you can form a Taoist couple with me, you will be the mistress of Zhou Island in the future, which is better than your identity as a Taoist child, right?" ”

Yuan Yuan blinked her eyes like black jewels, and said with a light smile: "Thank you Senior Brother Zhou for your kindness, if Senior Brother has nothing else to do, then Yuan Yuan will leave first." ”

"Stop!" Zhou Ying blushed, from childhood to adulthood, he would have what he wanted, and he never let himself down, including women.

With a handsome face, an extraordinary family background, elegant conversation, and amazing talent, he is the ideal husband in almost every girl's dream.

Zhou Ying's love for Yuanyuan is real, when she saw her for the first time, her playful heart for a long time for a woman suddenly moved!

Bang!

Zhou Ying stretched out that hand, and was immediately firmly grasped by another big hand, unable to move.

Yuan Yuan tilted her head, glanced at the young man standing next to her, pouted, and whispered: "Didn't you stay in front of the senior brother's door to cultivate, why did you come here?" ”

Liuhe glanced at Yuanyuan angrily, and said: "I see that you haven't come back for half a day, I'm afraid that you will be abducted by bad people, so I took advantage of the relaxation of my muscles and bones, and came to take a look, but I didn't expect that you would have the leisure to 'talk clearly' with a man here." ”

Yuanyuan let out a crisp laugh like a bell, shook Liuhe's arm, and shouted, "What, are you jealous?" ”

"Ahh Liuhe spat at Yuanyuan, and the spit stars squirted out, and said, "You are less narcissistic, what are you like, don't I know?" If a man marries you, he must have poured some blood mold in his previous life! ”

Yuanyuan was puffing up, her big clear eyes widened, her pink cheeks puffed out, and she stretched out two Qianqian jade hands, pounced on Liuhe's face, and scratched violently.

"Oops!" Liuhe freed up one hand, and the wide cuffs, like a shield, were extremely hard, and they were horizontal in front of Yuanyuan.

Seeing the two ignoring themselves, in front of him, "flirting and scolding" to their heart's content, Zhou Ying's face turned purple by the way, and he shook off Liuhe's palm, sacrificed a spear, pointed at Nantian, and shouted at Liuhe: "I want to duel with you!" ”

Liuhe Xiaodaotong controlled Yuanyuan's two arms, blinked, looked at Zhou Ying, and said, "I don't have time to play with you, you two can solve the grievances by yourself." ”

"Ambiguous, you're leaving me here?" Yuan Yuan shouted.

Liuhe glanced at Yuanyuan and said, "Originally, I was still a little worried in my heart, but seeing you like this, I purely belong to the group of people who worry about nothing." ”

"Presumptuous!" Zhou Ying was furious, he couldn't bear it anymore, and the two ignored him, which made him pull out his gun and split it in an instant.

"I'll leave it to you, but I can't degrade the reputation of the senior brother." Yuanyuan patted Liuhe's shoulder and flashed decisively.

Liuhe is concentrating on cultivation every day and night, not like Yuanyuan, who is in the morning and evening. Therefore, his realm ascension has always been very stable, and with the assistance of a massive amount of immortal sources, he has advanced to the advanced level of the Yuan Cutting Realm.

Boom!

A psychic sword was sacrificed by Liuhe, which was modeled after Xiao Yihan's fairy sword, and the sword forged has given birth to spiritual wisdom, with dense innate patterns and vicissitudes of life.

The sword qi was like a long dragon, and clusters of sword flowers bloomed and slashed towards Zhou Ying.

Zhou Ying held a spear in his hand, with a loud bang, and when he waved it, it was accompanied by a piercing hurricane, and the spear swept across a radius of more than 20 zhang.

This gun is heavy, there are 200,000 catties up and down, the materials alone are more than 700 kinds, it took 12 years of time to forge, and there is a big man in Zhoudao, personally on this gun, carved down the road pattern, the power is quite extraordinary.

Liuhe danced the spirit sword, with a few sonorous sounds, in the void, stabbed seven times in a row, and the brilliant silver dragon roared, cold and sharp, leaving deep traces on the earth.

The disciples in front of the Xianyuan Hall came up and watched the battle with great interest.

Zhou Ying is a four-star disciple, among the low-level disciples, he is considered to be the top existence, and when he climbs up, he is Wuqu Xingjun ——— Qi Hui, one of the disciples of the family.

Generally speaking, the status of the Taoist boy is very low, only one level higher than the slave, let the master kill him, others don't care at all, and when he sees a one-star disciple, he has to bend down and bow.

However, the backer behind Liuhe is extraordinary, he is the senior brother of the chief leader of Kaiyang Palace, the next Wuqu Xingjun, this status level is not easy to estimate.

"That Liuhe Dao Tong's swordsmanship is not bad, he is a good seedling of swordsmanship." One of the six elders in the Immortal Yuan Hall stroked his beard and muttered to himself.

"The old man heard that the immortal source that Xingjun distributes to adults every month has been rewarded by him to Liuhe and that Yuanyuan Daotong?"

"Compared with the deceased Fang Zhuo, the adult is too indifferent, and in the past few years, he has cultivated two Daotong cronies, and in addition, he has not even accumulated a power team." Another elder said.

"Yes, although the next generation of Wuqu Xingjun is almost an adult, but he is so indifferent and detached, he has lived a hidden life for many years, once in the future, when the power is handed over, there is no large number of cronies, and the huge Kaiyang Island, how can he control all aspects?"