In the last game, if Xia Kui loses, Hua Rou Wu can follow Qi Yan into the Xianmen, and at that time, Dugu Fengxi will have one more opponent, and it is, a strong opponent.

Although it is common for a man to have three wives and four concubines, it is always bad to have one more person and get a piece of the pie.

What's more, Qi Yan has never liked Dugu Fengxi, and his father, who was forced to pass away, set them in law early, and he hasn't said anything over the years.

If he gets angry and withdraws from the marriage, the Dugu family can't do anything to Qi Yan. At that time, on whom will the anger be sprinkled? Naturally, this is the inside line specially sent to Qi Mansion to keep an eye on Qi Yan.

A sentence is not good, and it is common to cut off your head.

Canaan bit his lip, his eyes moist, and every nerve in his heart spasmed with the competition. She was still thinking about it, why didn't this wild girl have the poison of an artemisia in the snow? Forget it, the most important thing is the win or loss of this game.

She couldn't have imagined that the flower fat mist would not be poisoned because she had eaten the Yinyuan Pill—this was an elixir that assisted in cultivation, and it was enough to deal with the poison of the mortal world.

No matter how drastic the poison is, as long as it comes from the mortal world, it will be one level lower, and the difference is big, and it will not be poisoned at all!

The sky was as blue as a piece of amber, and a few thin white clouds, as if sunburned, floated slowly in the wind. The curling incense sticks have been lit, and the two maids sit silently on the side, bowing their heads and reciting books.

Endorsement, what a common thing.

Canaan couldn't see who was winning or losing, so he couldn't help but say, "What is there to compare with such a boring thing!" ”

Qian Wen said in a low voice: "The maid of the Qi Mansion and the maid of the Xianmen are two different things. Accompanying reading is even more different, you don't need to do the rough work yourself, you just need to serve the master closely, sort out the books, and help the master to cultivate immediately. Then, endorsement is also one of the levels. ”

Canaan's face sank and was very ugly.

In the gentle wind, the maids held their breath and concentrated, and only the sound of tea cups remained silent. Qi Yan also lightened his hands and feet, and while looking at Xia Kui and Flower Fat Mist, he was thinking about the day of entering the Immortal Gate.

"The eldest brother handed over the news, the Xianmen examination will be opened on a certain day, not to mention that you have to arrive a few days in advance, and as soon as the accompanying reading assessment is over, you will leave the next day." After thinking about it, he looked at the incense stick again.

The first incense stick, burned out.

Xia Kui's book turned more than a dozen pages, and the flower fat mist only turned a few pages.

The second incense stick, burned out.

Xia Aoi had already turned to the center of the scroll, and the resin mist was still a few pages.

When the third incense stick was about to burn out, Canaan was very excited, it seemed that Xia Kui had won, and the wild girl was still in the middle of the pages.

Qi Yan frowned.

A competition is a competition, and there is no room for cheating. Even if he prefers flower fat mist, he can't change a maid in front of everyone at the expense of the authority of the Qi Mansion.

Like to like, once the price is involved, it will stop.

The last bit of the root of the incense stick burned into ashes, and Qian Wen said loudly: "The time has come!" ”

Xia Kui walked up to the housekeeper with confidence, Qi Yan took a sip of tea and nodded to the housekeeper: "Carry it." ”

"Pangu is muddy, and the air is too simple; Divide yin and yang, and be clear and turbid. Birth, old age, sickness and death, who is the master? There is no beginning, there is no discussion. It can't be without, and the good and the bad are in shape. If there is nothing, why is there ...... evil"

"Qingwu Preface", one of the books that immortal cultivators must memorize.

Flora Mist lowered his eyes, trying to calm his breath, and stood in the gray place next to him, his face expressionless.

This book is familiar to me.

When the opportunity to return to Xianmen was really in front of me, I felt a lot of emotions in my heart.