Guanjiang Taoshan congratulates the birthday, and the whole family celebrates happily.

The tenth day of the lunar month (January 9th) is Su Xiaoxiao's birthday, and in previous years, it was just a simple meal of longevity noodles, but this year is different, this is Su Xiaoxiao's 300th birthday.

The disciples said that they would have to give the master a good birthday, and even Qingyuan Zhenjun thought so.

"Second brother, it's just a birthday, it's not a big deal." This is the voice of Su Xiaoxiao bargaining with everyone, and she doesn't think there's any need to make a fuss.

"This time is different, this is your 300-year-old birthday, you have to have a good time." Chang'e was the first to disagree.

"That's right, it's a compiled immortal, you look at other immortals who treat them as long as they have birthdays, you are too cold and low-key." This is the earnest voice of Yuding Zhenren.

"Yes, Master, you have to have a good life!" This is the voice of the disciples.

"Xiaoxiao, listen to everyone."

This is the final decision of Qingyuan Zhenjun.

"Okay."

In the face of everyone's turns, Su Xiaoxiao compromised, let them toss, anyway, it was she who enjoyed it.

"Let's go, let's get ready!"

"Send me the tutorial for the birthday cake!"

"Let's go down the hill and have a look."

……

The group was enthusiastic to prepare for Su Xiaoxiao's birthday, which was a major event in Momoyama.

The tenth day of the lunar month, Cizun's birthday.

Momoyama was still shrouded in the unfading night.

I knew that there was already a crowd of people outside the kitchen.

It was Su Xiaoxiao's disciples.

Xia Yue made a silent gesture: "You guys also got up so early?" Shizun is still asleep, let's be quiet when we prepare, don't wake up Shizun. ”

The other disciples nodded busily.

It was already the depths of winter, and the disciples had not yet dawned when they got up.

"Master's birthday, we have to do this longevity noodle well."

"Of course, Shizun is so good to us, and if we can't make a bowl of longevity noodles, it will be too embarrassing."

The disciple's was busy in the kitchen before dawn, just to let Su Xiao snack on the longevity noodles they made by themselves.

"Did you think we'd have a class today?"

Qingqing takes a small brush to color the eggs, the brush is delicate, and the color is even and even.

They really took classes a lot.

Xia Yue poured the last bit of sauce on the sweet and sour chops, cast a method to keep warm, and said helplessly: "No."

I hope so.

And when Su Xiaoxiao got up, he only felt that something was not quite right with Taoshan, and after thinking about it for a long time, he found that the disciples' morning reading voices were missing.

Hey? So quiet today?

Su Xiaoxiao was a little dazed, and she forgot that today was her birthday, and the disciples didn't have to study.

She had looked for classrooms, she had found peach forests, these places were too quiet, and there was no one.

"Strange, what about people?"

Until the kitchen steward came to Su Xiaoxiao and cried: "Cizun, your senior disciples have been busy in my kitchen for a while, do you want to ask them to come back and rest?"

A bad premonition enveloped Su Xiaoxiao, and she immediately rushed to the kitchen. Then he brought up 3,000 white dough and bowls of longevity noodles with unknown attributes.

"You ......"

Without waiting for Su Xiaoxiao to speak, the disciples spoke first, and they smiled like flowers: "Master, happy birthday!" ”

Seeing the disciples holding the longevity noodles made by themselves in their hands, although they were a little embarrassed, the smiles on their faces at the moment were extremely sincere, and they were the only fiery sincerity of the "boys".

Su Xiaoxiao's heart was soft for a while, but she couldn't finish eating so many longevity noodles, but the hearts of the apprentices couldn't be wasted.

So in the expectant eyes of the apprentices, Su Xiaoxiao used a spell to pick out one of each bowl of longevity noodles to form a new bowl of longevity noodles, which was full of the apprentices' hearts.

"This bowl contains the hearts of all of you, and I want to taste it."

Su Xiaoxiao pulled the chair in the kitchen and sat at the table to eat, this is the best longevity noodles she has ever tasted.

The disciples of the "Master ......" were also very happy when they saw Su Xiaosnack's seriousness, and they and the master went both ways.

"You guys eat too, get up so early, sit down and eat together, with the joy of my birthday star, the next immortal level assessment will be a blockbuster!"

"Master, we will definitely not disgrace you!"

"It's a deal!"

"It's a deal!"

"Eat!"

"Eat!"

A simple breakfast, so warm and calm, started the day well.

"Tiny, come out!"

It's the voice of Qingyuan Zhenjun.

"Here we go!"

Su Xiaoxiao put down the dishes and chopsticks and walked out of the door, and was immediately attracted by the scene in front of her.

The snowy Momoyama is covered in snow, but it is in full bloom at the moment, of course, this is not an uncommon thing.

What shocked Su Xiaoxiao was that the screen in front of her was her bits and pieces of the past three hundred years, from the first meeting in Guanjiang to the current one, and they were happy.

Of course, what touched Su Xiaoxiao even more was that in order to avoid her injury, there was no time for her in the underworld in these clips.

"Xiaoxiao, this is not an image, it was made little by little by your second brother using modeling technology."

The Three Virgins Yang Chan and Chang'e walked over with three hundred layers of cakes, and Qingyuan Zhenjun followed behind them with a smile.

"Happy birthday, little!"

"Happy birthday to the four girls!"

"Happy birthday to the fourth sister!"

"Happy birthday Miss Four!"

"Happy birthday host!"

"Young girl, happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday to Master!"

In just an instant, all the people she cared about appeared in front of Su Xiaoxiao's eyes, and they all expressed their sincere wishes.

"Thank you......" Su Xiaoxiao didn't know what to say, and a thousand words were all in the words.

"Master, what about the cake?"

"Young girl, is the cake delicious?"

Poor cats and puppies "covet" cakes for a long time, and they all want to taste the taste.

"You guys......" Su Xiaoxiao looked helpless.

"Okay, it's time for our birthday star to clean up today." The Three Holy Mothers, Yang Chan and Chang'e, came out and pulled Su Xiaoxiao and walked towards the Yanyu Pavilion.

The others went their separate ways.

After Su Xiaoxiao finished cleaning up, Taoshan's birthday banquet officially began.

Just as everyone was pushing the cup and changing the lamp, a majestic fairy aura floated in the sky above Peach Mountain.

"Heavenly Emperor He Zhaoren shows his grace immeasurably, forgives sins, and blesses the birthday of the Great Mercy!"

The voice of the immortal envoy came from the Nine Heavens, and everyone looked up, it was the Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling who led the immortals to Taoshan.

Behind him is a vast array of gifts.

Since Chu Tianyou's death, Su Xiaoxiao's attitude towards the Heavenly Realm has been lukewarm, and she can't understand how His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor knows about his birthday!

Thinking like this, Su Xiaoxiao swept his gaze to Qingyuan Zhenjun, and that look was asking: "Second brother, it won't be what you told him!" ”

Receiving Su Xiaoxiao's fiery eyes, Qingyuan Zhenjun sent a message in a secret voice: "I didn't say it, it's your file, the Emperor of Heaven sorted out all the immortal files a few days ago. ”

Su Xiaoxiao: Can you still do this!?

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor, please take your seat." Su Xiaoxiao stepped down from the high platform and led the immortals to take a seat, everyone is here, you can't blast the Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling out!

In that case, Su Xiaoxiao will definitely be at the top of the hot search list in the Heavenly Realm.

"Today, Su Qing, you are the birthday star, and you can sit on this main seat."

Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling changed the posture of the previous superiors and directly brought Su Xiaoxiao to the main seat.

This can amaze the immortals.

"I don't dare." Su Xiaoxiao lowered her eyebrows, but her heart was turbulent, she didn't want to be split by heaven again.

"Today, I said you can sit as you can."

Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling couldn't help but pull Su Xiaoxiao to sit on the main seat, and he sat on the lower left of Su Xiaoxiao.

That's called a good and enthusiastic.

Under the gaze of everyone, Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling raised his glass, "Let us wish Zhaoren Xianhui immeasurable forgiveness of sins and blessings a happy birthday to the Great Cizun......

Su Xiaoxiao's tone was calm and unwavering: "Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor of Heaven."

There was some chills at the scene inexplicably.

Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling coughed and gave a look to the immortals at the scene.

So the scene "swished" and came alive, and Bai Zhi Xingjun took the lead in holding the wine glass: "I first salute Zhaoren Xianhui immeasurably forgiving sins and blessing a cup of great mercy, and bless Zhaoren Xianhui immeasurably forgiving sins and blessings Daci Zun longevity and health~"

Seeing that it was Bai Zhi Xingjun, Su Xiaoxiao showed a smile, but still didn't move: "Thank you Xingjun."

Li Jing, the king of Tota, smiled and arched his hand: "I wish Zhaoren Xianhui immeasurable forgiveness of sins, blessing the great mercy Venerable Jin Guishenghui, daylilies and Changchun~"

Su Xiaoxiao bowed slightly: "Thank you."

The scene was cold again.

Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling looked at Taishang Laojun, Taishang Laojun looked at the dust, and occasionally glanced at Su Xiaoxiao, who was expressionless and unwavering, and showed an unpredictable subtle expression.

This Su Xiaoxiao is gentle on weekdays, and will give a little thin face to all the immortals, who touched her moldy head today, and there is no smile on her birthday.

Flowers bloom and fall but borrow a wisp of fragrance, trance and prosperity quietly pass, who can love words, but reckless.

The falling flowers are colorful, and the chaotic petals go with the wind, rustling, as if telling a dusty past, but no one has heard of it.

However, the monsters who have cultivated to perfection on the mountain behind Canglan occasionally listen carefully to the cold and summer twilight here.

A red figure appeared out of thin air, and he gently stroked the red flowers on the plum tree.

Gentle, intoxicating.

I don't know if it's for his tenderness or because of the baptism of this cold winter season, it seems that they are more beautiful in an instant.

The visitor lay down gracefully, quietly enjoying the fragrance of the flowers, smiling and blooming, just like the cold plum blossom in full bloom between his eyebrows, indifferent, beautiful in vain, but heartless.

"Zhaoyang, Happy Birthday......"

The creator god has been gone for thousands of years, and I am afraid that no one in the world will remember her.

But who knew that Yunyao Shenjun was like this every year, coming here to guard this plum blossom planted for him by Zhaoyang himself, and accompany his Zhaoyang to spend every birthday.

It was only at this time that he could get peace of mind, and perhaps it was the place where he was lying, which was the place where Zhaoyang had been grinding their ears and temples since he came back from Jiuyou.

It's just that every time he thinks about this, there is a trace of pain in his sleeping face, and the depths of his thoughts are full of love-hate entanglements and affection.

Don't rely on the fence alone, it's easy to see when it's difficult.

But, who has ever spared anyone with this thing of time? Still striding forward, never looking back, and once the sky was clear.

"Zhaoyang ......"

The wine banquet is in full swing on Taoshan's side, although Su Xiaoxiao's attitude towards the heavenly realm was not enthusiastic at first, but in the end, it was his birthday, and happiness was the most important thing.

"Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, the Yunyao Divine Monarch has arrived."

There is an immortal envoy to report, and his steps are swaying.

"This Yun Yao, he will have to be fined three cups in a while."

Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling replied with a smile, there was no Heavenly Emperor at all, and he didn't know who was shouting and killing before.

"Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, in addition to the Yunyao Divine Monarch, he also brought two scattered immortals ......"

Speaking of which, the immortal envoy is a little fragmented, and it seems that there is something unspeakable.

"Scattered immortals?" Heavenly Emperor Yuan Ling frowned, there was no one who had ascended recently, where did he come from.

"I'm late."

Yun Yao Shenjun's voice came slowly, and Su Xiaoxiao's face changed after he came in, and his eyes never left him, just because there were two familiar figures behind him.