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The flowers are silver and white, like dancing in the cold sky, fluttering and whirling, and the elegance of drunken and fluttering. is like a beautiful woman who does not eat the fireworks of the world. He spread out his pen and ink, trying to depict her smile, but no matter how much he sketched, he couldn't draw the share of her in his heart.

Is it lost after all?

Butterfly dance, butterfly dance, he murmured...... The most beloved person in his heart...... Tears were sprinkled all over the ground unconsciously.

Lieyun Dynasty, in the palace of the three princes of the capital, in the evening.

The room was brightly lit, the third prince of the Lieyun Dynasty 'Lieyun Yang' was sitting on the desk, the gusts of cold wind poured into the room, and he was only wearing a single coat, and his figure couldn't help but pause slightly, but he didn't care about the stiffness of his body at all, and his body was full of a sad breath.

He staggered to his feet and stumbled towards the inner bedroom. Once in the bedroom, his eyes looked around, as if he was desperately looking for something. Finally, his eyes fixed on the wine bottles scattered all over the place under the bed, and walked straight towards the target, picking up an unopened wine bottle in his hand.

Xu was decadent for too long and had no strength, and after stumbling, Lie Yunyang's body fell unsteadily. He reclined on the wide bed beside him, holding the mellow wine in his hand, and kept sending it to his mouth. The wine poured into his lips like silver threads, occasionally spilling a little water, sliding from the corners of his mouth to his neck, wetting his fine clothes.

Under the bright moonlight, the wisps of soft light entered through the window and sprinkled on his tearful cheeks, as if sensing his sorrow and comforting him with his meager strength. Lie Yunyang laughed at himself, it turned out that his sorrow and sigh even eclipsed the heavens and the earth.

However, it seems that he is a little drunk?

Hehe, it's good to be drunk, that's how he can forget his sadness, imagine that Butterfly Dance has not disappeared, and has not left him.

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear—

"Yunyang, Yunyang......"

"The weather is good today, why don't we go on a trip together?"

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"Yunyang, I heard that the new dishes in Zuixinglou are very delicious, I asked Qiaoluo to book a place, how about we go and try it together in the evening?"

"Okay." He heard his surprise answer, but when he opened his eyes, he found that the bedroom was empty.

Blinking, blinking, there was nothing beside him, and he was the only one in the empty room.

Lie Yunyang smiled bitterly, it turned out that when he was drunk, he really couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality.

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Qufu City, Qingyun View of the Mountain.

In the Yuqing courtyard, the bright sunlight shines through the blooming peach blossom trees, and a light breeze brings up the fragrant peach blossoms, fluttering and spinning...... There were many flowers flying all over the sky, and even in the house.

As the so-called 'peach demon, scorching its glory', how can there be less beauties! A stunningly beautiful woman on the bed was unconscious. As soon as Ai Ling regained a little consciousness, she smelled a fresh and fragrant fragrance of flowers, slowly opened her eyes, and slowly regained her focus, looking at the room full of ancient meanings around her.

The clear almond eyes can't help but be confused!

How did she end up here, what kind of place is this?

Ai Ling froze, looking around. The hollow carved two small windows reflect the speckled sunlight, and the fragrance of peach blossoms, accompanied by wisps of sunlight, permeates the whole house, which is very good. Beneath her was a soft wooden bed, and the room was simply clean, with only a few pine tables and chairs with kettles and cups. It's just that...... In the recess of the room, there was a rectangular strip of cloth hanging with a large word 'Zen' written on it.

Ai Ling thought that she should be in a temple or something, in the kind of backyard meditation room where guests rest. But...... She clearly remembered that she was drugged by Mo Feng and stunned, how could she be brought here?

And Mo Feng, what about people?

What's going on here? Why did Mo Feng drug her, Ai Ling's brows furrowed tightly.

Just as Ai Ling frowned and thought, a light but very rhythmic footsteps sounded from far and near, and after half a sound, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded. "Amitabha, female benefactor, you are awake."

Her eyes swept over the source of the sound, and there was a little monk in Tsing Yi standing at the door, Ai Ling's lips couldn't help but purse into a line, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.

It turns out that this is really a temple, but I don't know which temple it is?

Ai Ling turned sideways and got out of bed, walked straight to the little monk, his eyes looked at the little monk in Tsing Yi carefully, the long one was clear eyebrows, and his age was not very old, he should have just performed the gift of a weak crown.

"Female benefactor, since you have woken up, please come with me! Uncle Mo, and Uncle Shi are waiting for you in Shangqing Courtyard. The little monk in Tsing Yi looked like he was being judged by the female benefactor, neither arrogant nor humble, he still went his own way, and passed the words to the female benefactor in front of him on the orders of Uncle Mo.

Uncle Mo?? Is it Mo Feng?

Eh, that'......... When Ai Ling was about to ask, the little monk in Tsing Yi had already turned around and walked out. It was so crisp, she sighed in her heart.

Looking at the back that was gradually moving away, Ai Ling also hurriedly followed. Thinking: She wants to see what tricks Mo Feng is playing, and how to explain it to her!

After half a ring.

The little monk in Tsing Yi is not ...... From the process of leading the way, Ai Ling tried to communicate with the little monk in Tsing Yi, and learned that this is a Taoist temple, which is known as the "first ancient temple in China" and has a long history.

And the little monk in Tsing Yi is called 'Juekong', and he is a generation of the word 'Jue', and he is a disciple of the 135th generation of Qingyunguan.

'Xuanjizi', a well-known true person, the 'master and ancestor' in Juekong's mouth, Mo Feng's master, is also the master of 'Qingyun Temple'.

"Amitabha, female benefactor, this is the place where the master of the Shangqing Courtyard rests, let's go in!" Juekong explained, and then very politely made a monk's salute, took a step back, and gave his hand to let Ai Ling go in first.

Ai Ling glanced at the stone tablet in front of him, which read 'Shangqing Yuan', and the font in the form of 'Yan Ti' in regular script gave people a solemn feeling. Before entering the Shangqing Courtyard, he felt a huge momentum, full of aura.

There should be a spirit gathering array inside, otherwise, judging from the situation of the earth's sparse spiritual power, it is absolutely impossible for a steady stream of spiritual energy to gather here. And the people who set up this formation must be extremely good at fortune-telling and divination, and understand the principles of various formations. Ai Ling nodded, judging like this, except for the 'Qingyun View' Observation Master Xuanjizi, there was no one else.

Therefore, judging from this item alone, the 'Qingyun Temple' is by no means an ordinary temple or Taoist temple. And Ai Ling traveled all the way, looking at the surrounding environment, rockeries, pavilions, courtyards, bridges and trees, and water flows, and the arrangement seemed simple, but in fact, there were many changes. This is obviously someone in the backyard of Qingyunguan set up a 'Nine Palaces Bagua Array', the surrounding objects and scenes are arranged according to the direction of the Nine Palaces Bagua, if people are trapped in the array, only to feel that the surroundings are dark and dark, the fog is heavy, and they cannot go out.

No wonder Mo Feng would ask someone to bring her to the Shangqing Courtyard, if no one led her, she would definitely be trapped in it. Therefore, how can ordinary temples set up the 'Nine Palaces Bagua Array', if the pilgrims who come to offer incense accidentally break in, it will be very troublesome.

But she still didn't understand that Mo Feng took so much effort to bring her to see Xuanjizi. Why?

Do you tell his fortune? Eileen raised an eyebrow, she never believed this.

In the courtyard of the Shangqing Courtyard, Xuan Jizi and his apprentice Mo Feng were talking, and the two seemed to notice that someone was coming, stopped talking, and vaguely saw two figures getting closer and closer from the court door.

"Uncle Shizu, Uncle Mo, people have already brought." Juekong first bowed, and then said to Xuan Jizi and Mo Feng.

"Hmm." Xuanjizi stroked his white beard and smiled slightly, looked at Ai Ling for a few moments, and then looked at Juekong and said softly: "Juekong, you go down first!" ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi." With that, he retreated.

Is this the legendary famous 'Xuanjizi', the 'Qingyun Guan'? Ai Ling carefully looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him. Dressed in a white robe, he was full of gorgeous hair, but his eyes were warm and bright, and he was full of energy, giving people a picture of unfathomable mana, crane bones and fairy wind.

Ai Ling nodded secretly, it looked quite like that, it should be Xuan Jizi himself.

After looking at Xuan Jizi, Ai Ling moved her gaze to Mo Feng, Mo Feng stood beside Xuan Jizi with a cold face, and she said speechlessly: This guy is quite capable of pretending. Hey, I actually skimmed my face and pretended not to know her, heh, it's really good.

Looking at the eyes of the two of them, Xuan Jizi stroked his beard and smiled knowingly, and said to Ai Ling: "Butterfly Dance Girl, please!" As soon as the words fell, he arched his hand forward, and in front of him was a marble table, on which was a purple sand teapot, and a dark purple tea tray under the teapot was pressed to the bottom, and several teacups were arranged around.

Hearing this: Ai Ling stabilized his mind, suppressed the shock in his heart, and looked at Xuan Jizi in surprise, how did he know the name of his previous life. Restraining his cranky thoughts due to Xuan Jizi's words, Ai Ling raised his feet to follow the steps of Xuan Jizi and Mo Feng, and then sat on the marble table and stone bench in turn.

As soon as she sat down, Ai Ling originally planned to immediately ask Xuan Jizi how she would know the name of her previous life. But just as she was about to ask, Xuan Jizi spoke.

"Miss Ai Ling wants to ask, why do I know your name in your previous life, right?"

"Well, though, Miss Ailing don't need to be in a hurry. This is the best Biluochun, taste it first, and then listen to me slowly, how about it? After speaking, seeing Ai Ling nodding in agreement, the corner of Xuanjizi's mouth showed a kind smile, and then he reached out and lifted the brewed teapot, warm utensils, high and low, holding the principle of "tea is poured seven points full, leaving three points is love".

In the end, he brewed three cups of Biluochun and handed them to Ai Ling in front of him and Mo Feng beside him in turn.

"Master, your craft is getting better and better." Mo Feng took a sip, well, the tea was clear and green, the fragrance was impressive, and the pieces of tender tea were like a bird's tongue, and he suddenly felt a clear and sweet fragrance swirling in his mouth.