Under the moonlight, Tang Village.

It has been ten days since Grandpa Sang last taught the "Fence Fighting Sutra" in the ancestral hall, and it has been six or seven days and nights since Hua Jitang Yujian left Tang Village and went to Yanxia Mountain to look for a dowry to marry Hua Rouge.

The night in Tang Village is still as quiet as before. In the days when Hua Jitang left Tang Village, Xiao Ash no longer wandered around the village, and Tang Zuozong no longer licked it in the middle of the night~ went to Hua Jitang with his face to grab wine and drink with Xiao Ash, and the entire Tang Village returned to its cold and lonely place for hundreds of years......

'The most unbearable of all,

Inch by inch of green silk resentment of the Chinese New Year.

Year after year, year after year, you don't see it

Night after night, mourning and hatred like a year'

Although I knew that Tang Zuozong's short words were just a kind joke. But every time in the dead of night, the flower rouge fell quietly under the windowsill of her Hualou Xiaoxuan, and the silk book that took out the flower Jitang was in a daze, Tang Zuozong's short words specially made for her were still like a magic sound in the brain, and the color on her face was smudged again and again ~ red.

Thinking is really like being drunk! Flutteringly, people don't forget the time, lose their strength, as if the soul has been sucked away, soft ~ soft teaching people are reluctant to be sober.

Hua Rouge, who had read the silk book countless times in her hand, only felt cold and hot all over, as if the silk book in her hand full of small gray and dirty palm prints was full of magic, which involved her soul, her countless joys, sorrows and waitings, and placed her in a situation of joy and torment in the two heavens of ice and fire......

"The return date is the good ......"

In the middle of the night, the murmuring voice of Flower Rouge was as detailed as a gnat. But it was still like a whirlwind, arousing a sigh that was as soft as the night wind not far from her mansion.

Flower Rouge was still confused, as if she didn't realize it, but she looked at Xiao Ash, who had been drunk in her room for a long time, and smiled lovingly.

The flower rouge ape got up, smiled lightly, lightly opened his teeth, relaxed his lower lip, got up and gently stroked the fat rippling on the belly of the drunken lying little gray, and unconsciously chuckled.

"Sister Rouge! Sister Rouge!"

Like Xiao Gray who loves to stick to Hua Jitang, Xiao Shisu, who has been shouting that he wants to marry Hua Jitang when he grows up, is the most pleasing of the new generation in this Tang village for decades.

"What's wrong, Shiso?"

Carried the little gray who had eaten a little fat brain to the boudoir bed recently, and Hua Rouge didn't turn around, but still like the flower begoths in the past, slowly cleaned the dirt on the surface of the mouth for the little gray who was salivating from sleep, and carefully wiped his body and limbs.

Only then did he turn around, glanced at the little perilla with a flaming face, smiled heartlessly, and said helplessly: "Stretch out your hand!"

Xiao Shisu remembered something at this time, and quickly spit out the clove small ~ tongue, smiled slightly, put his hands behind his back, and said: "Good sister, you spare me! At most, the next time I come to your room, I won't wear through the wall again!"

"That's not good! How did your brother Jitang teach you on weekdays? Be polite!" Hua Rouge couldn't cry or laugh, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Because he often messes with Hua Jitang and Tang Zuozong on weekdays, this little perilla is now the one that even Tang Zuozong is playing, and he has learned seventy-seven eighty-eight!

"Wait a few days, you send Brother Tang back, see how I ask him to teach you a lesson!" Hua Rouge was also temperless, and pinched Xiao Zisu's nose angrily, and said lightly.

"Hee-hee!"

The cheap little Shiso smiled proudly:

"By the way, Sister Rouge! Grandpa Sang wants me to quickly call you to the Great Array of Soul Gathering in the ancestral hall! It is said that after practicing the "Fence Fighting Sutra", Xiaorui's transformation will be advanced, and tonight, Grandpa Sang and we will protect the Dharma for her!"

"Oh, is it true?" said Flower Rouge.

"Yes! Grandpa Sang said, when Xiaorui is successfully transformed tonight, the population of our Tang Village will be as many as two hundred in the future!" Xiao Shisu raised his head, and his joy was even greater: "But Brother Zuo Zong said it again......"

"What did Brother Zuo Zong say?" Seeing Xiao Shisu's cunning face, looking at him with a wicked smile, Hua Rouge had a ridiculous emotion in his heart for no reason, and glanced at Xiao Shisu slightly.

"Brother Zuo Zong said, when Brother Tang comes back in a few days and marries you, we will soon have two hundred and one dolls in Tang Village!

As she spoke, Xiao Shisu reached out and took the snacks that Hua Rouge had rummaged through for her, and ran away.

"You little girl......"

Hua Rouge was ashamed and annoyed in her heart, so she stomped her feet on the spot angrily, and then she didn't care about the red glow on her face, and swept up and followed Xiao Shisu towards the ancestral hall of Tang Village!

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At the same time, hide the sea of flowers.

In the hidden sea of flowers, where there is no day or night and no four seasons, there is only the wind, only the endless falling flowers that are blown by the wind and float all over the sky, and the countless flowers that are like endless carpets that bloom in the secret world.

A day and night passed, and Hua Jitang was still standing in a daze. The mountain wind blew slightly, stirring the waves in the small pool in front of him.

The small nine-colored delicate lotus flower is still swaying in the wind, but if someone looks closely, they can see the faint treasure light that occasionally blooms from the nine-colored lotus~.

Hua Jitang stood like this, raising his hand and chanting the sword, as if he had turned into a sculpture.

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It's finally night.

In Tang Village, large and small, nearly 200 people, all of them have already been jubilant and full of hope, and they are all sitting in the ancestral hall. Counting the days, there has been no one in Tang Village for nearly ten years in the ancestral hall of Tang Village, breaking through the passage method and holding a transformation ceremony!

"Big guys, let's be quiet!"

Tang Zuozong and Mu Wuyi finally entered the ancestral hall, hugged Xiaorui's flower cocoons from the sea of flowers outside, and then sat down in turn; Grandpa Sang began to command a group of young flower and tree elves in Tang Village with relief, drove up the formation, drove the "Fence Fighting Sutra", and began to protect the formation of Xiaorui ~ people!

It's just that because this is the first time that the Huamu clan in Tang Village has used this exercise to gather spirits for the people of Tang Village to protect the Dharma for the people of Tang Village since they taught the people in Tang Village, so tonight Grandpa Sang had to be very careful, and explained the essence of the Gong Gong of the people in Tang Village several times.

"Got it, Grandpa San, why are you getting more and more verbose now!"

"Haha......!"

Grandpa Sang raised his eyes and looked at the full people in the ancestral hall, and felt relieved in his heart, looking at the young faces that were moving one by one, and he didn't care about the ridicule of this group of children anymore:

"Okay, children! Tonight, it is a commemorative night in our Tang Village! Is our Tang Village's "Fence Fighting Sutra" useful and useful? Tonight, as long as we wait until the time is over, Xiaorui has successfully broken through the shackles in this way, and the transformation is successful, and we will be able to hear it clearly from her mouth!"

"Grandpa Sang! We don't agree when you say that! The subtleties of the "Fence Fighting Sutra" still need to be repeated in more words? In the past half a month, since your old man taught us the porcelain set exercises, which brother and sister in our Tang Village has not improved their cultivation by a few points?"

Everyone was happy, so there was no restraint between the words, and there was a burst of commotion and joy, and some unscrupulous laughter sounded from the mouths of those young monks in Tang Village:

"That's it, let's not talk about others, just talk about that Wuyi brother; during this time, hasn't he cultivated another set of magic tricks, and his combat power has increased by several points? Now, I'm afraid that even that Hua Jitang is not as good as our Wuyi brother, right?"

"Who says it's not? So, it's still 'not my people, their hearts will be different'! Rouge girl, you are really, why can't you just look at it, our Wuyi brother's good......

"So, now that Hua Jitang is gone, let him go! Our Tang Village has been in the past hundred years, and when he is in the future, isn't it also so quiet and peaceful?"

"You all have to stop! In a few days, Jitang will be coming back from outside!"

Seeing that the expression of Hua Rouge sitting on the side gradually changed, even if he was also dissatisfied with Hua Jitang's farewell this time, Tang Zuozong had to smile bitterly in his heart at this moment, and said something to play a round:

"Ji Tang he went out this time, but he also went to find a decent dowry for the rouge girl!

Hahaha, Tang Zuozong looked around, and saw that the clansmen were silent after his admonition, and knew that today was over at this time. After all, for most of the current Tang Village clan, Hua Jitang's 'Imperial Sword' still sounds too deterrent at this time.

However, at this time, Tang Zuozong was only going to say so much! After all, Hua Jitang's brazen departure from the village this time was too decisive - even if he left a silk book for Rouge, the hidden worries of the other nearly 200 people in Tang Village about his departure at that time were all real and real.

——If you don't take advantage of this matter to cure the emotion in your eyes, except for rouge, there will be no other people's flowers, and this hatred will be difficult to fill! Silently thinking about this and that in his heart, Tang Zuozong unconsciously showed a wicked smile in silence.