The lights are lit, and the fragrance in the flower pavilion is refreshing. In the night, I faintly saw a woman in white swaying on a swing under a tree, and next to her, there was a man in white standing with him, with a tall posture, like a fairy.

"Stream, help me check the Temple of Darkness. A pleasant voice floated out of the woman's mouth, slightly heartstrings.

"What's wrong?" the man's voice was light, but when he faced the woman, he had a little taste of tenderness and pampering.

"You think, I cut off his life yesterday, he will definitely come to me for revenge, knowing that he is invincible, I am starting to understand him now!" Chu Nuan said with a stern expression, "Moreover, I want to participate in the Ten Holy List, and he will inevitably not play tricks." "This is true, I really want to know, without the help of Immortal Valley, without the use of spiritual power, where can I go, what I want is that no matter where I am, no matter what my identity is, I will stand on the top of the world.

"Good. A simple answer, a faint tone, but containing a thousand words, Chu Warm's heart warmed, yesterday he was the first to rush to save me.

The soft moonlight sprinkled on the two of them, like a fairy couple, envious of others.

After the rain, a rainbow appeared in the sky over Fengyue Kyoto, which was extremely gorgeous, on the mirror lake, a luxury ship gradually sailed from afar, several figures appeared on the deck at the same time, handsome men and beautiful women attracted passing ships and passers-by on the shore to stop and watch.

"What's going on up ahead, it's so lively. Chu Nuan was startled and pointed ahead curiously.

"Cut, I don't know. Fu Ya snorted, and looked at Chu Nuan's fingers, several boats were side by side, with an open-air platform in the middle, surrounded by various boats, either gorgeous or simple.

"This is our annual poetry competition, and my sister was the first place last year. Fu Rao grabbed Fu Rao's arm, looking proud.

"......" Chu Nuan rolled her eyes vigorously, it is your sister who is the first and not you, but there are so many activities in this Fengyue, and a big smile is raised on her face, why not let Jiu Mi show her style and win the favor of Dianyue Xilun. Xiao Bu stepped back, stopped beside Jiu Mi, and after whispering a few words, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Qing Yi very sewellingly, which made others shudder.

"Who else wants to fight Miss Wen. Look at the woman next to her, petite and lovely, there is a piece of rice paper on the desk in front of her, and you can vaguely see the delicate handwriting on it, presumably this is the poem she composed!

Receiving Chu Nuan's hint, Jiu Mi stepped on the wooden board connecting the stage, took lotus steps, and her posture was elegant, worthy of being the princess of the elf country, this momentum is not covered, Chu Nuan combed the broken hair in front of her forehead, revealing the peach blossom print, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she bent into a crescent moon.

"The little girl Jiu Mi also offered a poem today. The crisp voice attracted the peach eyes of many men, such lovely people.

"Come on, put pen and ink. Yu Niang clapped her hands, and immediately a little maid sent paper, pen and ink. Jiu Mi Chong Chu Nuan smiled slightly, glanced at Yue Xilun, who was looking at himself, brushed his sleeve with his left hand, held a pen with his right hand, and made poems on the paper.

It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry.

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples have changed, and the night chant should feel the cold moonlight.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.