People often say that fortune and misfortune depend on each other, happiness and sorrow, some time ago Su Xiaoxiao was really proud of the spring breeze, but it is easy to fall heavy when she climbs high, and she will never forget the experience of ten days.

first inexplicably "pregnant", assimilated by a puppet, and finally forgot the front edge, and ended up with himself, how wonderful and wonderful it is.

However, after breaking and standing, Su Xiaoxiao did not expect to be promoted to quasi-saint again, judging from the attitude of Tiandao, why not give a slap and a sweet date?

Anyway, in the future, she Su Xiaoxiao should be able to walk sideways, golden immortals are rare, and quasi-saints are even rarer, like her, she became a quasi-saint when she was less than two hundred years old, and she was the first person throughout the ages.

"Xiaoxiao, come over for dinner!"

The call of Fairy Chang'e pulled Su Xiaoxiao back from her thoughts, and the game in her hand had been game because of her distraction

Finish.

"Come now, come right away!"

Turning off the game interface, Su Xiaoxiao walked to the front hall in pajamas and slippers regardless of the image, they are all a family, who are afraid that the joke will not be successful?

"Xiaoxiao, this pajamas, do you like them very much?" The Third Virgin Yang Chan looked at Su Xiaoxiao while laying chopsticks.

Her hair is not combed, her pajamas have not been changed, and she looks like a housemaid.

"It's okay, it's okay, what are we going to eat today?" Su Xiaoxiao tied up her hair easily, don't affect her cooking!

"Long copying hands, steamed vegetables, husband and wife lung slices, and your favorite pot-wrapped meat."

"Xiaoxiao, I think, you should lose weight."

Qingyuan Zhenjun walked in with a steaming vegetable, although he was disgusted, he still sent the pot wrapped meat to Su Xiaoxiao when he was disposing of the vegetables.

"Shouldn't I make it up, I have been sinned for ten days!" Su Xiaoxiao was feasting and tearfully telling about her hard work.

"It's enough to suffer, Xiaoxiao, when are you going to write a book with me?" Yuding Zhenren unceremoniously snatched a chopstick side dish, so angry that Su Xiaoxiao puffed up her cheeks and refused to give up.

"Second brother, I want to eat too!"

"Eat, even if you eat it as a little pig, we can raise it."

For the bickering between Su Xiaoxiao and Yuding Zhenren, Qingyuan Zhenjun was no longer surprised, and each appeased his sister and master.

Ah, it's another day of harmony~

After lunch, Su Xiaoxiao collapsed on the bed very unimaged, and the glory of the onmyoji was double-opened, not to mention how cool it was!

After playing enough games, the phone was out of battery, so simply charge the phone, Su Xiaoxiao rolled around the bed a few times with the quilt.

God is hard, and she wants to mess up.

"By the way, I remember that Shenjun also gave me a doll!" Su Xiaoxiao, who had a shadow on the puppet, sat up in shock from her dying illness, and she wanted to put the puppet away.

As soon as the boxes were turned over, the puppets sent by Yunyao Shenjun were quietly placed at the bottom of the wooden box.

Picked up the puppet and looked at it carefully, it was exactly the same as herself, lifelike, but after seeing too much, Su Xiaoxiao felt that this thing really couldn't be seen more.

"Alas, it's a pity, you just press the bottom of the box!"

In order to prevent the same thing from happening again, Su Xiaoxiao placed another ban on the puppet, and no one could touch it.

After packing up the dolls, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that there was nothing to do, leisure was leisure, it was too boring!

In Canglan Mountain, feeling the mana fluctuations on the puppet, Yun Yao Divine Sword knew that it was Su Xiaoxiao who sealed it.

"Oops, careless, this gift was not delivered, I must pay attention next time."

As soon as the Divine Monarch who was like the moon in the sky opened his mouth, it was like this, which was shocking.

I wanted to give gifts to get closer, but now, it's all in vain!

Ninefold Heavenly Que.

The immortals on the Lingxiao Treasure Hall are listed, solemn and solemn.

On the nine-sided heavenly pillar, the golden ancient characters appear in the air, thousands of rui qi, colorful phoenixes surround the beams, the sky is bright, and the weather is very brilliant.

Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling raised his eyes and looked at the immortals below, and always felt that he needed to add some fresh blood.

"Your Majesty, Yunyao Divine Monarch is here."

"Please come in yet!"

Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling sat on the dragon chair, quietly waiting for the arrival of that person.

When Yun Yao Shenjun walked slowly from outside the hall, everything seemed to be a flat and straightforward background, with long ink-colored hair, jade-like face, endless depiction of the wind bones of the Six Realms, like jade in the spring, clear and flawless, Xiao Xiao was like a pine under the wind, tall and proud, and he had exhausted his solemn and powerful power, bringing out a bit of chic and easy-going, and he was partial and made people dare not approach.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty on being a saint again!"

As soon as he entered the Nine Heavens Cloud Palace, Yun Yao Shenjun walked straight to his seat and arched his hand slightly, which could be regarded as a salute to Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling.

"That's her own creation."

"His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven doesn't have anything to say?"

"What does that mean?"

"The ceremony of promotion is indispensable, rewarding military power, political power, and one more thing, I will talk about it in detail after the next dynasty."

Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling and Yun Yao Shenjun come and go, and the immortals below look at each other, not knowing what kind of medicine is sold in Yun Yao Shenjun's gourd.

Qingyuan Zhenjun is already the Golden Flower Prince of the Nine Heavens, the god of justice, the first disciple of the teaching, Chang'e Fairy is the daughter of the emperor who is in charge of Taiyin, and his third sister, Our Lady of Huayue, is a monopoly on romance, and now the newly recognized sister has been promoted twice in just a hundred years to step into the realm of quasi-saints.

"Come on, the will!"

Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling's words broke the tense atmosphere in the Nine Clouds Palace, and they were all waiting for how Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling would reward the quasi-saint Su Xiaoxiao.

Everything will wait and see.

Peach Mountain has been restored to its original state after a catastrophe, and the smoke and rain pavilion is modeled after the back garden of Yang's mansion.

The peach blossoms were like a scorching glow, pink clouds everywhere, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of petals.

Su Xiaoxiao looked for a flower tree to lie down, she held a pot of sake in her hand, and took a sip from time to time.

But before Su Xiaoxiao finished drinking, she felt very sleepy, and her eyelids kept fighting.

The sky was clear, the wind was gusting, she couldn't help but close her eyes, and after a while, she fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, it is the Haiyan River that is clear, and the four seas are level.

For thousands of years, Su Xiaoxiao is like a breeze, everywhere, she talks with Zhuang Zhou, and drinks with her master; In the bright galaxy in the sky, laughing and talking about poetry; Tracing the past in time and copying the prosperous times.

She rode alone in front of the tent, picking up the frost; Behind the city, he slashed the enemy with his sword, and when he was drunk, he slashed the enemy; I entered the palace with a sword in front of the palace, and worshiped the king's affection.

She drank and recited poetry, and Taibai painted for it; Dancing swords under the moon, Xian'e caresses it; She played a sonata lightly, and the high-rise buildings in Yujing were bright.

She carries a pen to engrave clouds, and the sun changes the stars. Point a round of red black, shining on the mountains and rivers. Drink a thousand glasses of wine and pay tribute to the lonely soul of the Great Wall.

This is good.

The dream was very long, so long that it crossed time and space, and I don't know how long it took, it seemed that a voice came from a distance.

"Susu, don't sleep!"

Who's calling her?

Su Xiaoxiao opened her misty eyes, she panicked, forgetting that she was on the branch of the tree, and there was no way to retreat, so she drove down the tree.

Su Xiaoxiao fell to the ground with a thud, splashing petals.

"Hiss......"

Su Xiaoxiao took a long breath of pain, and her eyes were a pair of white-bottomed soap boots, slightly gold-edged, she raised her head from the mound, Qingyuan Zhenjun was looking at her, a pair of star-like eyes, but with a deep shock.

Su Xiaoxiao spit out a few grasses in her mouth: "Why didn't the second brother pick me up?" ”

At the moment when she was about to make intimate contact with the earth, Su Xiaoxiao's mind was clear all of a sudden, and she was about to get up, Qingyuan Zhenjun stretched out his hand and grabbed her, and she quickly stood up.

Isn't this the same as it was a hundred years ago!

The two stood very close, and Su Xiaoxiao realized that Qingyuan Zhenjun was holding a roll of bright yellow things in his hand.

"Second brother, what is this?"

The black fan made of the three-pointed two-edged knife fell into the palm of Qingyuan Zhenjun, and he knocked the handle of the fan twice on Su Xiaoxiao's head: "This is the decree of the Emperor of Heaven, for you." ”

"It's all stupid." Su Xiaoxiao covered her head and said aggrievedly.

"Okay, pay attention in the future, I don't want to have a stupid sister."

In the rain of flowers, Qingyuan Zhenjun has picturesque eyebrows, a long body and a jade body, a black hair color with a slight golden brown, a thousand faces, and a period of romance.

The past overlaps with reality, and even the movements and tone of speech are the same.

"For me?" Su Xiaoxiao was very puzzled.

"Aren't you promoted, and His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven will reward you again in three days."

"Oh......" Su Xiaoxiao drooped her head, it was boring, she had an experience when she was promoted to immortal, and she felt that there was nothing new about it.

"Playful!" Qingyuan Zhenjun chuckled, and naturally saw what Su Xiaoxiao was thinking.

"It's all the same, it's not interesting."

"But I've heard that this time there are 10,000-year-old wines and a lot of new dishes."

"Really? Then I can look forward to it! ”

The brother and sister talked and laughed and walked towards the Yanyu Pavilion, the years were quiet, and the flowers were born safely.

Time flies, and in an instant, the sealing ceremony held by Emperor Yuan Ling kicked off.

This ceremony was a bit grand, and the Yunyao Divine Monarch, who had lived in Canglan Mountain for many years, was the canonization envoy, and even the twelve golden immortals of Kunlun, who had not appeared for a long time, came.

In front of the Nine Clouds Palace, Su Xiaoxiao was wearing a feather robe specially made by Qingyuan Zhenjun and walked up the ladder step by step.

The light clouds cover the moon, the wind returns to the snow, and the beauty is independent.

Stretch the neck and show the neck, the waist is like a prime, and it melts thousands of bonds. The top of the court dress is pure white, with only a few blue water lines on the collar. From the waist there is a blue gradient, at the lower end it becomes the deep blue of the night sky, embellished with stars, adding a little ethereal and ghostly.

The hairpin is the Dongguan Qinglongsu given by the dragon Lingyue a hundred years ago, the dragon's head is decorated with tassels, and the bottom is a water blue spar, which contains the entire starry sky, which just falls on the back of the neck.

Light yarn with the wind, wide sleeves flow fairy, straight people can't do without their eyes. This is the quasi-saint Su Xiaoxiao.

This is the lord of Peach Mountain, peerless in the eyes of all immortals.

Su Xiaoxiao stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the majestic palace above the cloud ladder, with a somewhat inexplicable expression.

Behind her, Yun Yao Shenjun: "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong." Seeing Su Xiaoxiao stopping, Yun Yao Shenjun felt strange.

"It's nothing, just a little emotional." Su Xiaoxiao didn't look at Yun Yao Shenjun, but still looked at the cloud ladder.

Ten thousand steps of the ladder, straight into the sky, connected to the towering official. Surrounded by clouds, all spirits look up. It seems beautiful, but it is majestic.