After a long time, the maids couldn't see the stitches clearly, couldn't wear the silk thread, and thought that they were overworked and sad, and gradually stopped practicing embroidery.

Xia Kui became the manager, lived alone in a room, deliberately placed a large screen in the bedroom, and took advantage of the lazy work of others, she began to pick up the lamp to practice embroidery.

Blocked by a screen, it was pitch black when viewed from the window.

Everyone thought she was asleep.

At the same time, the mist of flower butter did not slack off.

She vomits late at night every day, seemingly asleep, but in fact she is mentally awake, and uses the unique mental method of immortal cultivators to exercise spiritually.

One move and one style, it comes to mind and comes to life.

When the mind is highly concentrated, you don't need to use your body to achieve the purpose of training. This is a commonly used method when she cultivates immortals, and almost every immortal cultivator will use it, after all, it saves time and effort, and gets twice the result with half the effort, so why not?

It's just that immortal cultivators use their spirits more easily, and at this moment, it is even more difficult for them to control their minds and avoid all wind and grass.

barely lasted an hour of practice, but he was tired and sweaty and out of breath.

However, it should be enough to deal with the little maids.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the day of the accompanying assessment.

When I woke up in the morning and opened my eyes, the stars and the moon were still there, and the sky was gray-blue.

The sea of clouds flowing with silver light seems to be far away in the sky, and it seems to be close at hand, surging lightly and slowly, and the rows are connected. The white-hot sun was behind the clouds, leaving only a round of vermilion that was not dazzling.

The flower fat mist washed her face, warmed up, and settled the little fat sheep, and then walked towards the inner hall, about the plan for the accompanying reading assessment, she had already calculated it in her heart.

In the first sprinkling sweep, you have to fight with all your might, and the winner or loser is determined.

The second female red gave up directly.

In the third cooking session, she came up with a few specialty dishes.

The fourth martial arts fight, a steady win.

Not surprisingly, she won at least two games, so that she had a chance to enter the immortal gate!

Opportunities are just opportunities, and they are far from success, as long as they lose one more move, I am afraid it will be difficult to return to Xianmen in this life.

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Inner nave.

The gold is splendid, the red sandalwood shelves are dazzling, the night pearl is the lamp, the golden sand lacquer floor, the ivory is made of chopsticks, and the jade is made of bowls. Such an unattainable luxury is not worth mentioning at all compared to the dragon scale wall and deep-sea shark silk carpet of the Hua family!

At that time, even if she saw Jin Shan, she wouldn't smile.

Present, except for the flower fat mist, people are dressed in begonia-colored skirts, with names embroidered on the placket, neatly aligned, and they are prepared at a glance. She was the only one, dressed in washed white green clothes, stuck in the crowd - a little green among the thousands of flowers.

It doesn't matter if the flower fat mist is, but the maids in the inner hall don't think so!

A few maids in the inner hall held their arms and were on their toes.

"We've all heard about your ugly things. The inner hall is not the same as the front hall, if you dare to play tricks, one of your aunt's toes can trample you to death! ”

They were in charge of Canaan's subordinates, and they were not familiar with the flower mist in the front hall, but they had heard about it, and knew that the other party was a wild girl with strange tricks, and scared her, so that she did not dare to act rashly.

If the florin mist is really far ahead...... These people are as slippery as crystal monkeys, and they have a little conspiracy, are they afraid that this shabby wild girl will not be fooled?

Flower Fat Mist has become accustomed to any sudden hostility, putting on a lofty attitude of contempt for everything, and ignoring them.