Such dream words, for Xiao Jiu, are really a little confused, she naturally doesn't know how to explain, and laughs a little embarrassed, "Haha, haha." ”

"I think it must be because you were naughty when you were young, and you were always punished by your father for reciting the ancestral teachings, and in your mind, you left a deep impression on you, so you will consciously recite the names of your elders." Zixuan shook the fan in his hand and said with a slight smile.

Zixuan's answer made Xiao Jiu suddenly brightened, and he quickly got up, arched his hand, and threw himself to the ground with admiration in his heart, big brother! You really deserve to be the king of Wenqu Xingjun, this reasoning ability is really unmatched, and it is even more powerful than Si Ming's ability to compile a play. I don't even know why, but you can find out.

She said gratefully: "Zixuan's talent, Xiao Jiu is admiring, admiring." ”

"There, normal reasoning."

Zixuan deliberately held Xiao Jiu's hand, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, the folding fan in his hand spread widely, shaking in front of his chest.

Xiao Jiu smiled faintly, feeling that the charm of Wenqu had a charm that was not lost to His Royal Highness Changsi.

Watching Xiao Jiu get up, Zixuan also quickly stood up, put away the folding fan, and arched his hand to return the salute, in his heart, there was a very subtle feeling, it was a kind of camera between husband and wife.

Hua Ze turned out to be like this, listening to their conversation with a light smile, Ancestor, you can think of it, Jiu'er, what should I do with you?

As soon as Xiao Jiu thought that he was going to die tomorrow, and today was the last day they got along, Wen Xuan, a friend who was very reluctant, she didn't care, sat down on his arm, and said with a smile: "Wen Xuan, do you have any infatuation that can't meet your wishes and can't be fulfilled?" ”

"What? Is there anything you can do to help me make it happen? Zixuan smiled and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Xiao Jiu made a gesture like a goddess, and said very seriously: "I am a Western god, you and I are destined to fulfill one of your wishes." ”

Xiao Jiu, my wish and unattainable infatuation are you! Zixuan got another glass of wine, took a shallow sip, and said with the wine in the cup: "Godman, when you finish the duel with the national teacher tomorrow, I am telling you." ”

"Okay." Xiao Jiu nodded, took advantage of it, finished eating a chicken in his hand, wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth, and touched his stomach, so satisfied!

Xiao Jiu always had a piccolo hanging from her waist, Zi Xuan had never heard her play, and proposed: "The beautiful scenery in front of you is on the side, can Xiao Jiu come to a flute song!" ”

This flute is the emperor's gift to her when she was a woman, because she likes it, and knows that she is a magic weapon, which can protect her life, and it is a treasure hanging on the body, when there is a habit of men wearing such things, they have not put it away.

She quickly pulled out the piccolo from her waist, shook it in her hand, looked at him with a smile, and said embarrassedly: "I can only dance the sword, but this flute can't blow." ”

As he spoke, he used the flute as a sword, and the flute blade drove the air around him, and after he cut it, it turned into a sharp sword blade, setting off the peach forest, the aroma bursted, and the flute qi turned into sword qi, scraping the peach blossoms in the peach forest, falling one after another, like peach rain.

Her posture of dancing the sword, beautiful as if she was dancing, beautiful, shocking, such a picture, made Zixuan look like she was drunk, and she will not forget it in this life.

Looking at Hua Ze here, his heart was even more surging, and he also played with the piccolo in his hand and smiled, Jiu'er, you like the flute so much, the pattern in his hand is Longteng, and Xiao Jiu's one is exactly the same pair.

He quickly got up from the stone bench, also holding a flute, and accompanied his Jiu'er, practicing swordsmanship.

Hua Ze was unconsciously happy, he felt that there was no connection between him and Jiu'er, but there was also this swordsmanship, which was pulling each other between them, even if she forgot the love between them, she still remembered his swordsmanship.

This is Hua Ze's swordsmanship that he often practiced, and after he knew that Feng Ming taught her, he would also gesture in front of her, and she always stood aside, prepared tea for him, and watched him practice quietly.

Although Hua Ze didn't teach her, he deliberately practiced it in front of her to show her, he didn't want her to be in danger, he didn't even have the ability to protect herself, and he didn't tell her the mental method of swordsmanship in time, just this sword move, it was enough.

Hua Ze felt that Jiu'er had practiced for hundreds of years, because he was impressed, so he remembered it, right?

Jiu'er, you learned very similarly, but you are a little less hot and less sword intent, so what, you are not yet 30,000 years old, what kind of attainments will you have in the future, who can know!

He smiled faintly, dancing with Xiao Jiu's figure, every movement, every stabbing sword, closing the sword, turning around, spinning, both of them were like flowing water, natural.

It's a pity that Xiao Jiu can't see Hua Ze, the only thing he sees is Hua Ze himself, and he can see it, but he is sad out of thin air.

Xiao Jiujue's invisibility, there seems to be a person who drives her to dance together, making her feel that she is not a sword dancer, she is not lonely, and her sense of happiness is leisurely, which makes her very intoxicated, and she dances harder.

This set of swordsmanship, Xiao Jiu doesn't know where she learned it, and she doesn't remember who taught her, but it is very natural in her mind, and she naturally uses it, even if she knows that this swordsmanship lacks the heart and a lot of sword intent, but it is the one she remembers the most and likes to dance the most.

After finishing a complete set of swordsmanship, Xiao Jiu turned his waist, turned sideways to Zixuan, looked at the peach forest in the distance for a long time, slowly lowered the piccolo to his lips, and quietly played the flute for him.

This kind of feeling, just like she once blew for others, Xiao Jiu couldn't understand it, and she didn't bother to think about it, she just laughed and didn't care about anything and played the tune.

Hua Ze stood opposite Xiao Jiu, just looking at her straight like that, this day shocked him very much, she was so beautiful, so different from ordinary people, and he never knew that she would be so good.

He complained to himself, and hated himself, why didn't he get to know Xiao Jiu well, thinking about how they spent their days in the Tianming Palace of the Nine Heavens, getting along for decades.

Xiao Jiu, what are you doing? What am I doing?

Whether it's reading the scriptures, or drinking tea.

Whether it's fishing with your eyes closed, or practicing swordsmanship.

Is it discussing the Taoist experience with the Western Buddha, or only knowing the court meeting that remembers the people of the world.

Hua Ze didn't know what he was doing, he only knew that he had missed too much time to be with her.

"The shadow under the peach blossom tree is a pair, and the people who love each other have two lines of tears, this situation has become hatred, and Hua Ze has no psychological Buddhist hall."

A line of hot tears slowly flowed out from his deep eye frames, making Hua Zeliang unable to return to his senses for a long time.