Embroidered and carved, the gods are in the sky, and the Qingwei Palace of the Lord Changjue is really not comparable to the mansions of small gods such as us. may also complain that I haven't been out for more than 10,000 years, and I have seen a little less of the world, thinking that the Great Fanyin Hall is the most magnificent in this divine realm, Shen Yu's Beihai Crystal Palace ranks second, even though Meng Ze is a bastard, but his Xuanluo Palace is really ranked third in the mind of this god monarch. Now that I have seen the residence of Changjue Tianzun, the Xuanluo Palace can finally be removed from the heart of this Divine Monarch in the name of obedience, which makes me very happy.

"The female official standing at the door of the hall is Su Ran, and the little fairy calls her an aunt on weekdays." Changjue Tianzun bowed his head and said.

I looked at that place with a sigh, there was indeed a fairy standing at the door of the hall, although she couldn't see her face clearly, but from her outfit, Ziqi's upper skirt was dignified and elegant, and Xiangfei Luo's skirt was graceful. While looking, Changjue Tianzun had already pulled me in, only to see her slightly bow and call out the sentence "Zunshang", her voice was elegant, but it was a little different from those little immortals. She began to look up at me, and the dignified appearance of the red lips and kind eyes came into view, which surprised this god-kun!

This Su Ran female official obviously recognized this Divine Monarch as well, but she smiled kindly, bowed and saluted, "Liangyu Divine Monarch." ”

Even though Ben Shenjun barely held on to his face and respectfully replied to her with a sentence of "Aunt Su Ran", his heart was already turbulent, and tears flowed into the sea.

So, this Shenjun trembled and accepted a warm reception from Aunt Su Ran, from lunch to bathing to serving Ben Shenjun to sleep, she always had a kind smile on her face, and her words were also very kind and natural, I am afraid that there is a ghost in my heart, it must be a smile that makes people look at it like a spring breeze, and it must be a word that makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally. Pity is pity on this ghost in the heart of this god.

This nap is in fright, so naturally I don't sleep very well.

In this not very solid dream, I naturally dreamed of a bastard affair with Meng Ze back then.

At that time, my brain was gnawed by pigs, and I had just decided to marry Meng Ze, that is, not long after the wing room of the Great Fanyin Hall went away. That's when I was obsessed with seafood hot pot to the extreme. At that time, simple boiled shrimp and crab could no longer satisfy my increasingly discerning taste buds, and the requirements for hot pot base were already very high. The tragedy is that in addition to the good blooming of peach blossoms in the back mountain, the Great Fanyin Hall does not even have fennel that is necessary for fresh and delicious hot pot. Even more tragic, I was told that all the plants could be found in the thirty-five days, and that the plants that grew there in the thirty-five days were the best and of the highest quality in Kyushu.

In short, if you steal once, you must steal the best and best quality fennel seedlings in the world. At that time, Meng Ze was a kind of teenager, and the girl beside him was not a timid and fearful person, so the two of us hit it off on a dark and windy night, ready to steal fennel seedlings for thirty-five days.

The two of us nested two sacks and bravely walked out of the Great Brahmin Hall. sang a song all the way to the thirty-five days.

Let's say that the night was very quiet for thirty-five days, there was no one in a radius of ten miles, and the time and place were favorable, and we found the fennel seedlings very smoothly, and unceremoniously dug up two sacks.

But no one informed us that that day was the most solemn Yaochi banquet in the sky. The group of immortals in the heavenly court can really toss, and this Yaochi banquet has been tossed until that night; No one told us that they had a rule in heaven: whenever there was a great feast in the heavenly court, they must come for thirty-five days to worship the Changjue Tianzun.

That's right, I deeply remembered the character of Changjue Tianzun that night. He is an immortal who has been dead for more than 10,000 years, and he can still drill into a rule to temper me, and I respect him very much.