It turns out that Su Xiuyi is a piece of clothing that can completely hide people after wearing it, as long as she wears this fairy clothes, she can hide in it and not be discovered, but Lu Xueyuan's spells and spiritual power can only last for three hours, otherwise she will be able to have more time to find evidence of her self-purification for Shizun.

Su Xiuyi was originally a piece of clothing dropped by the heavenly god monarch Su Xiu to the mortal world, because it was extremely gorgeous, so no one else could see it, only Su Xiu Shenjun could see it, so everything was maintained with the help of Su Xiu Shenjun's power to make others lose the ability to recognize. Lu Xueyuan just wanted to use this dress to enter the Shizun's Xixian Pavilion and find something that could be used for the master's body, or secrets.

After she put on her clothes, she came to the Washing Immortal Pavilion of the Master with the little beast. In front of the door of the Xixian Pavilion, Lu Xueyuan looked at the tightly locked door, and was very bored in his heart, if he rushed in directly, he would be anxious about the master's possession, but if he didn't go in, he could only wander outside the door, at this moment, Lu Xueyuan suddenly heard the sound of someone passing by, she looked with bated breath, it turned out that there were two disciples walking towards this side.

"After the master is gone, he still wants the disciples to come to guard the Washing Immortal Pavilion, it seems that he can't do it tonight! It's not much use to wear this show! No way! I'd better come back another day!" After thinking like this, Lu Xueyuan took advantage of the two disciples not paying attention, walked in front of them, and returned to his dormitory.

As soon as Lu Xueyuan entered the dormitory, he took off his Su Xiu clothes and put them aside, and then sat on the bed alone in annoyance, thinking carefully about how to solve this matter.

If there is a ban outside the door of Shizun's Washing Immortal Pavilion, forcibly rushing in will destroy the ban, even if I am wearing an invisibility cloak, I don't know who did it, but if such a thing happened in Qingya Mountain, if it is about the exercises and strength, I will definitely act as the brunt, even if it is not counted on my head, after the master comes back, it is still me, the person in charge of Qingya Mountain, who is to blame!

Ah! How could I be so unlucky! Lu Xueyuan complained bitterly in his heart, and fell on the bed all of a sudden. At the moment when she was next to the quilt, a sudden wave of sleepiness struck, and Lu Xueyuan temporarily put down the things in front of her that were bothering her and headaches, but gradually closed her eyes and entered the dream.

I don't know why it was because I saw Shizun injured today, Lu Xueyuan was the figure of Shizun in the whole dream, she suddenly dreamed of a scene that happened in her previous life a long time ago, and that scene seemed to be a real reappearance, that is, Lu Xueyuan would wonder if there was indeed another world after waking up, and he ran into that world last night.

But Lu Xueyuan didn't notice that the Su Xiu Yi lying on the chair suddenly turned into a purple cigarette and floated into Lu Xueyuan's consciousness.

In the dream realm of the passing years.

"Why is the master still here? I'm dying of boredom in this hall alone." Lu Xueyuan sat on the main collapse of the main hall of the Washing Immortal Pavilion, bored. She was dressed in a cyan gauze skirt, with a silver-gray short jacket on the outside, her hair bun was also carefully combed, and the red tassel covered her forehead, her beautiful eyes flowed, and she looked forward to it. She complained silently in her heart.

Today is her seventeenth birthday, to be exact, Xiao Nian, and it is also a festival for thousands of people in the entire Nine Domains Realm. Residents at the foot of the hill will clean their houses on this day to welcome the new year and welcome the new year. And these immortal cultivators, although they don't pay so much attention, they also have to gather together to congratulate the past gains and pray for the future gains. As a result, the five major sects in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, except for the disciples of each sect who stayed on the peaks of their own sects, the five masters would take their own proud disciples to take turns to have a night banquet on the peaks of one faction every year. And this year, it is in Qingya Mountain, the home of the Hechen faction.

and the temple of dust. Mo Wanzun was dressed in a white dress and light gauze manlong, and her long black flowing hair was raised high with a golden crown, and the whole person looked delicate and noble, as if she was a Tianzun. He stroked his forehead with one hand, and the gold bottle in front of him was still full of wine. Mo Wanzun is invincible, which is a fact that the entire Nine Domains knows.

"Twilight, Twilight, you don't speak, Twilight, you haven't drunk yet? How's that... No more!" It was the master of the Canglan faction who spoke, Hai Mingzi. He sat on the soft couch on the left side in a blue coat, was generous and generous, and liked to drink wine the most in his life, especially this pear blossom brew. Yes, he got drunk the fastest.

"This pear blossom brew is a good wine! What wine! It's a pity that it's only for a few days that he is willing to take it out for us to drink. Sniff... Don't let you hear it!"

"Whew! Do you smell that? You're a filler! If you drink all the good wine the way you do, it will be all wasted!" Master Chiye of the Chaohui faction, dressed in fiery red clothes, angry eyes, has always spoken informally, and it is good to be arrogant, but his temper is a little worse. He sat opposite Hai Mingzi, a pair of abrupt big eyes stared at him viciously, fortunately Hai Mingzi was drunk and unconscious, otherwise they would have flipped the table and fought again. Last year was.

"Hey, Master Chiye, this disciple beside you is not like the one who came before." Qi Zhurong, as the warm-up guest of the entire hall, naturally has to get in touch with other teachers.

"What? Even my new disciple of Chi Zhu Feng dares to covet it! I'm just such a proud disciple, come to my door to practice fire spells, unlike you Qingya Mountain, a large number of young talents come every year, and you will take advantage of any benefits!"

"Master Chiye, I, I, I didn't mean that." Qi Zhurong poured himself a glass of wine as he spoke, and drank it all as if he was punished.

"You go, fill it up for all the masters and disciples here! Let them see that our Chaohui faction can also produce a talent!" Master Chi Ye instructed to the disciples next to him.

I saw that the disciple was dressed in red, it was the disciple uniform of the fire spell of the Chaohui faction, he was not tall, but he was not thin, wheat complexion, hooked nose, just a pair of hanging eyes were slightly sharp, maybe people who practiced fire spells were a little tempered. He glanced at Mo Wanzun in the hall, and then walked to Qi Zhurong, who was the first on the left, and poured wine silently.

"What's your name?"

"Mourang." Mu Lang has a pure voice, and his hands are full of scars, and he looks like a person who has practiced martial arts for many years. Z.br>

"I don't drink, you pour it for the other masters." This master, who does not drink alcohol, is the only female master among the five factions, named Yuci. The Jade Ci Master is the female head of the Yuyin faction, and the disciples are all women, living on the Liuli Peak in the southwest corner all the year round, and the golden spells of their faction are well-known in the world of cultivating immortals. And the Jade Ci Master, as his name suggests, is like a female Bodhisattva who does not eat fireworks in the world all year round, cold and noble.

She sat in front of the collapse dressed in white, although she did not drink alcohol and did not participate in the sect's speech, but her eyes looked up and down and never left the main hall for a moment, and the person sat high.

The last one, the Feng Zaizye Master of the Firmament Sect has a bald head and a big belly, like a monk, naturally he is not a real monk, otherwise he would not have feasted on the wine and meat on the table, and he was too busy to take care of himself.

Because Mo Wanzun is cold and abstinent, he has never been at a banquet, and ordered people to arrange silk and bamboo singing and dancing to help the fun, except for the time when the interest comes, there is no other program. At this point, everyone discussed the harvest of their respective sects throughout the year, the number and quality of newly recruited disciples, the degree of their respective cultivation, whether there were any particularly good seedlings, and the strange things encountered in the descent of the mountain, and which monsters were accepted, and so on, and there was nothing else to talk about.

A few young disciples quietly discussed in private where they would go down the mountain to try next.

But in addition, there is one thing that will never be mentioned here, and that is the matter of the Demon Realm. The matter of the Demon Realm is not trivial, although this is a rare place to gather together, but it is not the best time. First, this is Chinese New Year's Eve, which should be jubilant, and second, all the disciples are there, which is not something that their generation should know.

At this point, everyone is ready to disperse, taking advantage of the moonlight to go back to their respective peaks.

Mo Wanzun was just about to get up, but was stopped by a clear and beautiful figure, and the person who came was Master Yuyin. She spoke, "This is the soft armor of spiritual silk that I have woven with spiritual silk silkworms in my spare time, which can protect my heart and stabilize my spiritual power. I know that your magic power is strong, but you are the right path in the world, and you have to solve many things for the common people in the world.

"Master Yuyin is really polite, the golden silk curtain you gave me last time was burned by me in the fire. This time, I am really ashamed, and I ask Master Yuci to take it back."

"Mo Wanzun, the gift from last time, if you like me, I'll make another one. But you must take this soft armor." After Master Yuci finished speaking, her eyes were shining, her eyebrows were full of affection, she slowly stretched out a pair of hands, her ten fingers were as green as jade, white and slender, so she was not watery

。 However, if you look closely, you will see that there are many short wounds on the hands, which are supposed to be wounded by the soft armor of the weaving.

"Okay, then thank you Master Yuci."

Mo Wanzun accepted the spirit silk soft armor, and as soon as she walked outside the Hechen Palace, she was stopped by a woman Qingyin.

"Master!" With a smile on his face, he turned his eyes back, and even his gaze was much gentler, but after seeing the person who came, his face straightened.

"What?"

"Master, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, Meng Meng specially waited here to give this sachet to Master!"

The female disciple who spoke was a new female cultivator of the Hechen Sect this year, named Wan Mengming, who was rescued by a robber when he was passing through a small town on his way down the mountain. Later, because she said that she wanted to cultivate immortals with him, she had discussed with her parents at home, and saw that her qualifications were not bad, so she brought it back. Therefore, there is still a bit of an impression.

"It's you, today is on leave, and the disciple is allowed to go home, why didn't you go back to accompany your parents?"

"My dad is out shopping all year round, and he only comes back during the Chinese New Year. Therefore, I did not plan to go home this time, and waited here for the master. This sachet calms the nerves and prays, the effect is the best, you shouldn't... Even this little bit of heart must be refused?"

Bai Duchen's eyes were hazy, and she looked at the sachet in her hand, the purple pattern was rich and gorgeous, and there was a strange fragrance just by looking at it, which was intoxicating. I don't know if it's drunk or fragrant, Bai Duchen only feels that his eyes are fluttering, as if he can't see it.