Unconsciously breaking the pass in recent years, the downstream of Qishui is busy, such as the mortal world, the big and small immortals come to visit the New Year, and the relatives and friends are lively.

This is sad and sad, there are no relatives and no reason, and the lonely person hangs on each other and is depressed.

Walking through the streets and alleys, the Tsing Yi grass is holding dry grass, and I feel that it is boring. I don't know what kind of immortal Gu this white fat man was scared of, what kind of Lao Shizi sword he practiced at home all day long, wouldn't he waste time and waste his time, even if he cultivated a sword immortal, what could he do, he was really sad about himself.

Not to mention that the grass is quite resentful, even if the neighbors feel that the atmosphere is extremely treacherous, why did this white boy, who used to be so domineering and easy to provoke, suddenly disappear?

In the mansions on both sides of the Youshen Mansion, the old fairy Huairen was talking to his wife and maid.

Huairen Old Immortal frowned, twisted his newly grown beard, his fingers stagnated, viciously pulled off two charred and curled white whiskers, threw them into the fire of warm wine beside him, and said angrily: "It's okay for him to show up in the past, at least we have some in our hearts."

Prepare, although this junior is stubborn, it is just some naughty behavior, but recently he has disappeared, and my heart is in a panic, if this kid causes any big trouble, what do you say. ”

The maid cast a spell, burned the stove more vigorously, moved the scalded rice wine and poured two cups, and handed it to the old fairy and Mrs. Huairen with both hands. "Didn't you make a big mistake and be punished by the wandering god by being confined to your home?" Mrs. Lao Xian took the wine cup, but she didn't drink it for a long time, and asked worriedly.

The maid next to him interjected, "Bai Gongzi was grounded and punished in the past, and with the temperament of a wandering god, he always scolded angrily, and he heard it clearly on Taoyuan Street, this time. The maid wanted to speak and stopped. Old Immortal Huairen looked at her and motioned for her to continue.

"I'm afraid this time it's not like that one hundred years ago, I made a big mistake and was taken to the evil god platform to be robbed by thunder." The voice of the maid called Cui Ni gradually became low.

The fire in the house was very good, and the old fairy's face was uncertain, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Prepare some small gifts, and follow me to the Youshen Mansion." ”

"Youshen, you really sent Li'er to the Evil God Terrace? Although he is a little ridiculous, after all, he has not broken his nature, how can he bear the punishment of thunder and fire when he is still young! A hundred years ago, have you forgotten how many days he was almost broken by the three five-colored thunderstorms, and how many days he recuperated?

is able to stabilize the Daoji, today you are so ridiculous to relapse from the past, as your sworn brother, I have to take care of this matter! “

Huairen Old Immortal was shocked and angry, pointed at the black-faced wandering god's nose and scolded, trembling with anger, white steam came out of the seven orifices, and his eyes were red, obviously moving the real fire.

Unexpectedly, the white father in front of him said in a deep voice, "If you can't stand it, you have to bear it, this time you need to add all the twelve five-color thunder tribulations and the seventy-seven forty-nine selfless thunder tribulations before you can give up." “

Hearing this, the old immortal Huairen, who was about to burn the liver fire to another layer of heaven, suddenly slammed it, and stared at the wandering god with his eyes wide open.

Taoyuan Street heard the two laughing heartily, and the sound shook all over the world, and they all shook their heads and said that they were crazy again.

At the end of the 108,000-year-old calendar of the Heavenly Emperor, the day separated from the two calamities and went straight to the Seven Heavens of Xuan Immortals.

The wind dispersed, the face of the immortal was reduced by a few points, and the white robe hung with vermilion.

If others are deeply cultivated, they will not allow me to be as tired as before. Even if the talent is not perfect, it is worthy of it.

The messenger retreated, and in the cabinet of the Purple Electric Pavilion, Su Chen's eyes were obscure, and the water in his hand was scarlet like a living thing, and he drank it into his stomach in one gulp, like a long whale sucking water. He said hoarsely.

"The day is gone, and sooner or later the soldiers will fight each other, why don't you go to die first to relieve my worries?"

The god of food stiffly looked at the celadon dishes that were still rising in front of him.

When it comes to the god of food, there are countless immortals in the heavenly and human realms, and they can't suppress the plain and indifferent gluttony. Immortals do not eat all things to chew wax, but those who cultivate to the advanced are accustomed to opening up the valley, and over time, they are naturally indifferent to mundane food. The exception is what the god of food does.

The god of food is to enter the Tao with food, so the skill of cooking is perfected, so that people like Da Luo Jinxian are connected. Just sniffing it seems to be about to lift the sun and fly up twice. Every time the god of food feasts guests, they always envy others.

Today, the dragon of the Shangshi Palace is circling, with thousands of colors and a strong fragrance. It was originally a great sacrifice wine daughter to the feast.

It's just that the god of food never expected that the precious ingredients accumulated for dozens or hundreds of years will be seen today.

In the middle of the time, a pink skirt walked out timidly from behind the "Bowl Mountain", and laughed at himself embarrassedly.

"On the food god fairy, the little fairy has been lacking in spiritual power recently, so the appearance is indecent, the wind and clouds, the immortal is not to blame, if it is a lot of loss, the little fairy is looking for some empty."

The god of food had to nod, Xixi smiled shyly, said goodbye, and disappeared without a trace.

The second monk pinched his chin at a loss, pricked his hand with a sharp beard, and suddenly withdrew his hand, muttering something vaguely in his mouth.

How can such a small and lovely person stuff these natural treasured meals?

I can't help but sigh. The back waves of the Yangtze River.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Xixi, the only daughter of the Great Sacrifice Wine, broke through, and it was already faintly separated from the Golden Immortal.

The wind and dust returned home, and the immortal official presented a letter. Jinmi dismantled and took a look at the case. It is a thin Jiao font, and a small poem is painted with gold hook and silver.

Lying on the ice does not know the green spring breeze, and the fool only hopes for the rose.

I only heard that the Tao was big, but I didn't know that the clouds in my chest were warm.

Xixi smiled, as far as the eye could see, on the table was the Bingsu Rose that day. The day of the year is extremely cold, but the rose is getting colder and more open.

I only smell the fragrance of flowers, and I dot between my eyebrows.