The theater is still brightly lit, but it is no longer the original liveliness, but the loneliness of passing away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Come together with the lively empty urn, Yue Zu, Shui Ze, Kun Yu, Xiu Huai and a few people have already returned, on the other side Yuan Qing Fu Zhai and a few people have also left, Helian Xuanqing sat alone in the seat and did not move, looking at the stage in front of him distracted, looking at the Lingjun plaque that was taken in two by Shaoqing at the beginning, he was even more thoughtful, so that he forgot that there was a child at home who had not recovered from a serious illness.

Maybe people are like this when they are old, they always like to think about the past when they have nothing to do, and they see that the lights around them are going out little by little, and in the end there are only a few lights left on the stage in front of them, and Helian Xuanqing still has no intention of leaving in the dim guest seat, and Yu Mu over there has to come forward to greet him, "Master, the lights are going out." ”

Helian Xuanqing came back to his senses from deep thought, and after realizing the surrounding situation, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, waved his hand and was about to get up and leave, but saw a person coming out of the stage behind the scenes, it was Yuan Yi Linghuan, Yu Mu naturally knew people's faces, and consciously retreated, a huge theater, only two people on and off the stage, looking at each other.

Yuan Yi Lingwei, who has scattered sideburns, stands on the stage and is even more agile, and the dim light from above sets off him full of gloomy and ancient atmosphere, like a beauty who has come out of an ancient painting, amazing, but it also gives people a taste of old gloom.

In a trance, Helian Xuanqing seemed to see the shadow of the year again, as if he had never left this stage, such a scene reminded him of too many things from before, beautiful and not beautiful, it seemed to rush into the brain in an instant, and the originally calm heartstrings were touched by something, and ripples swayed.

"If you're tired from the day, rest early. After a long time, the senior brother opened his mouth, and turned to leave, as if he was suppressing the ups and downs in his heart, and he didn't want to look at the people on the stage anymore.

Looking at the back of the person who was about to leave, Yuan Yi Linghuan stood on the stage and was still silent, and his heart was not fluctuating, like a dead corpse that had lost his soul, which made Qiao Yu, who was standing behind the scenes, faintly worried.

At this time, Shaoqing ran in from the door, crashed into his father's arms, swept his eyes over the dim and empty hall, and immediately shouted, "It's over?"

Helian Xuanqing looked at his son, "It's over." ”

Shaoqing was stunned, looking at the lookout, Qiao Yu had come out of the curtain, holding his master's arm and looking at this side, the two looked at each other, the young man didn't know what to say for a while, and the girl didn't know why he cared so much, the two of them just looked at it like that, and finally Shaoqing was hit by Jun Ze in the future, and rolled down the stairs to the bottom, so panicked that Qiao Yu hurriedly came down to help......

The night banquet was so big that it was late at night, and when everyone returned, Xiang Liufang, who returned to the Zhong Temple, had a time to rest, and he had no strength to slump on the chair, and the Venerable Mi Si, who had been waiting outside for a long time, came in with the book, "Lord, this is tomorrow's seal, do you see it?"

Xiang Liu didn't look at the thing, rubbed his temples and frowned, "What kind of book, what do you do with the good draw on your face, I just wonder if the old man is old and confused?"

宆巳 (qing si) took back the canon, "Plating is the tradition of my Taoist sect since ancient times, without that identity is not qualified, this is a symbol of your graceful identity, the ancestors are not the same, tomorrow is the zodiac, a good time." ”

Xiang Liu shook his head, he had a headache for those complicated etiquette, and finally thought impatiently, got up and waved his hand, "Sleep." ”

Mi Si followed behind his buttocks, "The advice sent by each door has been submitted to the Token Division, the third master's defense has been completed, the required materials have been reported to the Finance Bureau, the fourth master has also deployed the war side, the sergeants on the register have been reported to the case, the fifth master and the sixth master have perfect backing, the security has been strengthened, and several elders have also been waiting for the battle, just waiting for the order of the lord, as for the military distribution of other sects, reasonable arrangements will be made when the time comes......"

Xiang Liu lay down on the low couch in a daze, looking at the person who was still chattering in front of him in a daze, a little trance, "Can I sleep for a while......"

The palace who was still explaining things stopped abruptly, looked at the venerable lord who had fallen asleep and was stunned for a while, and finally shook his head helplessly and sighed, took off his shoes, pulled the quilt inside and covered him, and looked at his own venerable lord who was stunned for a while, before turning around and leaving, still muttering, "The spy text on the case is still waiting for your red seal......

Early in the morning of the next day, the colorful flags fluttering in front of the Qiankun Hall fluttered in the autumn wind, and the faint sound of drums pierced through the clouds and shocked people's eardrums.

It was originally a matter of the Daomen's own affairs, but this year, it happened that the lords of the various sects who came to see the play yesterday had not returned, and they all wanted to see what this legendary ceremony looked like, so there were many people who came to join in the fun.

Early in the morning, Yin Yao, who was driven by his father, talked to Xiaobai and other old friends, Yuluo has always been a worry-free person, not only the participants of the ceremony, but also the arranger of the ceremony, receiving various characters before and after, Helian Xuanqing came over with Shaoqing Junze, Tengtu a few people from the east and Huang Lao'er and Yanwa followed the lively, Fang Bi took his little brothers and sisters to follow the busy work, Qing Yige over there Yuan Yi Linghuan with Qiao Yu Although it was very late, but it was always here, everyone gathered and looked lively, just waiting for their own identity "noble" The Lord of the Honourable Beings appears, and the ceremony can begin.

However, after three poles, he didn't see the Xiang Liu appear, and the impatient Yuan Qing Fu Zhai frowned, beckoning Yan Qing to go to the Zhong Temple behind him to take a look.

When Yan Qing entered the gate of the Zhong Temple, he saw Xiang Liu, who was almost buried by a mountain of spy texts, lying on the desk and sleeping in the dark, and a few servants over there were also busy sorting out the spy documents sent yesterday, until Yan Qing stepped forward and slapped the person twice, Gong Si Fang realized that someone had come in outside, looked up at the little fourth master and was stunned for a while, and finally patted his head and was stunned, and immediately jumped up, wading through the piles of spy texts on the ground and screaming and rushing to the copywriter over there, looking at the kid's virtue, Yan Qing was speechless and speechless.

When the sun is more than half of the day, the new ceremony of the Daomen Plating officially kicked off, the silver trumpet blows, the drum is great, Yuan Qing Fu Zhai takes his three disciples under the seat, Yin Yao, Xiang Liu, Feather Fall on the incense, bow to the heaven and earth Zun Shi, the authentic Qiankun, wait for the master to read out the ceremonial seal, the plating begins.

In this extremely serious occasion, Yin Yao didn't dare to come nonsense, but Xiangliu, who was the head of the Daomen, knelt there and still couldn't wake up, and he planted his head straight with a haha.

Looking at the kid's virtue, Yuan Qing Fu Zhai was naturally unhappy in his heart, and the knife in his hand couldn't help but use some strength, as a result, the tip of the knife pierced into the flesh, and he was stunned to open a bloody eye on the Qing Herui, and the blood flowed all over his face when Xiang Liu Deng, adding color to the gift of the plated dan ceremony, and also left a blood scar on the face of this lord that can never be erased, which has become a point of ridicule in the future, and is also a scenery that is optimistic, Yuan Qing Fu Zhai is quite proud of this miss, "The new research pattern, how handsome!"

has always been disgusted by Xiangliu......