The sun and the moon are in the past, and they cannot be traced.

The years have passed, and the mango seeds have arrived.

The sky is high and the clouds are wide.

A streamer of light fell from the sky above the Immortal Sword Sect, and there was a fairy sword walking, and the plain shirt fluttered in the wind.

It's still that bamboo forest, and the spring is ringing.

It was the familiar apricot yellow boat, but the figure of the Tianxiang woman was gone.

Luo Xianning had long heard Kong Yang say that the red lemon went to Zhongzhou.

But now, it seems that there is any deeper intersection between her and Zhao Qing?

"Zhao Daoyou, Fairy Gu, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The woman was slim, and her beautiful eyes looked at the four people who walked under the Lingzhou.

In addition to Zhao Qing and that Gu Qinghuan, there was also a tall and arrogant beauty in red, and a delicate woman with curious eyes.

Zhao Qing's divine sense swept away, and the back mountain of the Immortal Sword was still empty.

He looked at Luo Xianning with a smile: "Luo Daoyou, these two are Zhao's wife, Xiaoyi, and Shuyue." ”

The aunt took Shuyue Yingying and bent down, which can be regarded as a courtesy.

Zhao Qing smiled in his aunt's ear again: "Luo Daoyou's methods are extremely extraordinary, he almost killed me with a fan last time......"

Luo Xianning knew that he was joking, but she didn't respond, just nodded lightly to Xiaoyi.

Under the leadership of Luo Xianning, the group of four went to the martial arts arena of the Immortal Sword Sect.

Unlike three years ago, this year's mangzhong was mostly sunny before and after, and the martial arts arena had already been enchanted by Bai Wanqiu, isolating a group of unrelated personnel.

In the huge stands, there were only scattered Yujing disciples sitting and chatting with each other.

In the hundreds of zhang martial arts arena, there were many monks waiting, and there were twenty-two of them, all of whom were cultivators of the ninth level of Qi training.

The assessment of the three veins of the Chu State's war cultivation is Tianxianglou's final say.

If you want to enter the twelfth floor of Yujing during the Qi training period, you usually get a quota to come here through the Bloody Clothes Merchant Building, or the Immortal Sword Sect and the Qianyuan Palace.

And the assessment of the foundation monk is outside the East China Sea.

As for Jindan...... The Jindan monks of the Chu State could count them on their fingers, and most of them knew each other well, so there was no assessment and trial...... If you reach this step of cultivation and want to enter the blood clothes again, you can only go to the Blood God Peak in Liaoxi to seek a way.

When he came to this realm again, Zhao Qing was no longer a monk who came to participate in the assessment, but an audience.

Shen Mo sat in the stands and looked at the jade slips of the Changshengfang Commercial Building, and his divine sense sensed Zhao Qing and a few people, this Shen shopkeeper slowly raised his head, looked at Zhao Qing and said with a smile: "The guests in bloody clothes are all together." ”

The twenty-two monks in the martial arts arena all looked sideways, and soon locked on to the three women beside Zhao Qing.

That red-clothed female cultivator, cultivating Qi at the ninth level!

It should be the last guest in the bloody clothes to participate in the assessment.

Zhou Xiaoyi looked back with beautiful eyes, scratched her man's palm playfully with her slender hand, and then walked towards the Jindan nun with her jade shoes.

"Xiaoyi has seen Senior Bai."

Bai Wanqiu looked at the woman in front of her with a smile...... This is the person mentioned in Red Lemon's message to herself?

She bowed her head slightly and said softly, "Let's enter." ”

The aunt saluted respectfully, and after glancing back at her family members in the stands, she turned around and walked into the martial arts arena.

……

On the stands, there were a total of three people in bloody clothes, naturally Shen Mo, Zhao Qing and Gu Qinghuan, and Liu Zijing took Keqing from the foundation building period to Shendaoyu.

The Nine Swords One Vein only has Luo Xianning himself, after all, this is someone else's sect, and Chen Changsheng's divine sense can easily cover the entire martial arts arena.

In addition to Bai Wanqiu, who presided over the assessment, Tianxianglou is Soho, as for where did the red lime fairy with outstanding temperament go...... In fact, Zhao Qing was the first to get the news.

And he has also gained a lot of benefits from others, the exquisite spirit boat and the willow immortal have faded, and even the spirit qin used by Tianxiang's disciples is in his storage ring.

Zhao Qing sometimes sighed, but in fact, it was still soft rice.

The fragrance was permeated, a thick fog rose within the enchantment, and Bai Wanqiu Lian moved lightly and slowly stepped into the martial arts arena.

Gu Qinghuan's phoenix eyes condensed slightly, carefully watching her aunt's every move in the field, after all, she was the green dragon essence blood that she drank directly, and she had never participated in the blood clothes assessment of the Chu State at all.

He didn't even serve as a guest, and he directly took one step and obtained the inheritance of the Blue Dragon Blood Codex.

Zhao Qing whispered to the Yujing monks scattered in the stands, most of these people Shuyue had heard her husband say it many times, and they quickly matched the number.

She held her pretty face with both hands, leaned forward with her delicate body, and her bright eyes also stopped on her aunt.

"Husband......

"Why is there no one to watch the battle from the smoke building?"

Zhao Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Over the years, he has heard Hongling Kong Yang talk more than once about that Qin Chuxin, the head of Qianyuan Palace, and the only Yuanying female cultivator in Chu State.

"Maybe they don't care about this assessment, or maybe they don't have to be there, and they have the means to see the movements here."

He vaguely remembered Qin Chuxin's ability to see the magic of the wall, which was extremely mysterious.

His divine sense spanned tens of thousands of miles, and he could talk to Chen Changsheng directly......

According to Si He, it is no longer a question of whether the divine sense is condensed or not, but an extremely mysterious supernatural power.

Zhao Qing secretly commanded the light sword, and after surrounding him, he flew to the edge of the martial arts arena and waited.

Although the light saber was extremely wonderful, his faint spiritual power fluctuations still attracted Luo Xianning's attention, and the woman shook her head with a chuckle, not caring about Zhao Qing's small movements.

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There was a cold touch under the jade feet, and the ankles were propped up by the tall jade heels, and the woman was already familiar with this strange feeling.

The twenty-two monks in front of him had extremely condensed aura fluctuations on their bodies, but if they were compared to the foundation of their Thousand Days Dao Foundation, they were still too far behind.

Click.

Click.

Zhou Xiaoyi walked slowly into the crowd.

Counting himself, a total of twenty-three people participated in the assessment, and only one person was able to become a disciple of Yujing.

The woman reached out her divine sense, sensed everyone's aura fluctuations, and delineated the threat level.

Among the fourteen male cultivators, three of them were imposing and talked occasionally, this should be a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect, with a home advantage that other cultivators could hardly match.

But there were a few people who confronted him, although they seemed extremely indifferent, but the sharpness in the depths of their eyes was not as sharp as the three sword cultivators.

The people of Shendaoyu ......

As if sensing her divine sense, a male cultivator frowned slightly, and looked sideways at the woman in red.

Zhou Xiaoyi's beautiful eyes looked back, and when she saw that the other party's gaze stayed on her chest and feet, she didn't care too much, but glanced at Zhao Qing with beautiful eyes, revealing a clear smile.

She had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, and she had been under this kind of scrutiny since she left the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Even when she first met Zhao Qing, she was secretly watched by him, and later she occasionally deliberately folded her robe to let Zhao Qing look at it twice.

The woman's beautiful eyes drooped, and her gaze swept over her dress.

Only the neck and arms and calves are exposed, which is something that everyone has...... Although she can't understand the various habits of men, she has some understanding after getting along with Zhao Qing over the years.

Maybe it's because of his temperament and appearance that his hands and feet are more eye-catching?

Auntie's beautiful eyes swept over the man, and then shifted her attention to the eight female cultivators beside her.

Which god is strong, which one is hostile to her, which one is violent, and even which male cultivator's eyes have examined her figure, she has deduced it several times in her heart, and has thought about some coping arrangements shallowly.

Eventually, she followed everyone's gaze and looked at the Jindan nun.

"Tianxiang, Bai Wanqiu." The nun bowed slightly, and said.

Bai Wanqiu...... This spiritual power is much stronger than that of the master.

The wicker that Zhao Hongning picked up for the second time was sent to Zhongzhou by her, and judging from Zhao Hongning's personality, she would not tell her the truth, but it should leave a lot of benefits for this senior sister.

I saw Bai Wanqiu Yingying bend down and speak somewhere outside the enchantment: "Chen Daoyou, it's started." ”

As the delicate voice fell, an extremely strange wave rippled from the female cultivator's body.

The monks had different expressions, and Zhou Xiaoyi slowly retreated, knowing that this was the secret method of the Seven Emotions...... According to what Zhao Qing said before, this assessment was presided over by Bai Wanqiu alone.

Perhaps he will use the charm technique first to lure a few male cultivators to leave the scene on their own.

Zhou Xiaoyi thought silently, and gradually, she felt a little tired.

Images of the past involuntarily came to mind......

The end of the year, the winter night.

In the T-shaped courtyard of Danxia Zaofang, Zhao Qing took Qinghuan and Shuyue down to the underground palace, and he meditated and practiced in the quiet room.

That was the first time she went to Zhao Qing's house.

When I saw Gu Qinghuan, I still had a strange feeling in my heart, it turned out that this man also had a little slut at home.

In the middle of the night, there are many snow shadows under the moon.

The joyful drinking with Zhao Qing's family is still vivid, which makes her envious.

She slowly pushed open the door of the quiet room and watched the scene in the courtyard.

Fireworks debris was scattered all over the ground, dotted among the snow, and you could still smell the pungent smell of flint.

The cold wind was howling, and the dead trees under Shouyun Mountain were rattling.

The snow came to my face and slipped into my arms along the placket of my clothes, freezing cold.

Zhou Xiaoyi walked slowly to the courtyard, the door of the west wing was open, some ingredients were scattered, and there was a pot next to the stove that had not been cleaned.

She reached out and lifted the lid, and several round rice balls churned in the white soup.

Should Shuyue be ready to save it for tomorrow morning?

She looked back at the closed bedroom door, frowned slightly, took a porcelain bowl, and filled a bowl of rice balls......

She was afraid that Shuyue or Zhao Qing would suddenly come out and see that she was stealing food, so she urged a wind-resisting talisman and flew up to the eaves silently.

The porcelain bowl in his hand is still a little warm, but the thick soup is not sweet enough, and the skin of the rice balls is cold, but the most central part is still hot.

Zhou Xiaoyi chewed the rice balls slowly, and then swallowed them into her stomach.

Between gentle breaths, a chill slashed through her nose like a sharp blade, but the pungent smell of flint made her extremely obsessed.

She is a person who is very sensitive to taste.

The female teacher in the palace of the kindergarten teacher always has a faint fragrance on her body, which left a deep impression on her heart.

Later, she bought a lot of spices and balm powder, but she couldn't find the taste she once had.

But at this moment, this pungent flint smell is as good as the fragrance of the past.

The woman suddenly found that what she was looking for was not the smell, but the tranquility and peace of the year.

My father would urge him to play chess and memorize music every day, he would beat his palms with thorns, he would take himself and his mother to wait for the sunrise in the sea of clouds, and he would secretly reprimand him for being too strict with him.

That is because he has not accepted his righteous son, nor has he inherited the Zhou family, let alone being the emperor of the court.

is an ordinary child of a family, his cultivation is not high, he loves to play chess, and he has a good name in Chu - Second Master.

When she heard the second master, she knew that she was talking about her father.

Chu has only one second master, often followed other men to the teaching workshop to play women, his chess skills are the best in the capital, calligraphy and painting are also extremely extraordinary, and he has impressed many Qinglou Oiran.

The second master was suave, and his mother smelled the smell of fat powder on his body, and she smiled and didn't care.

will also secretly ask himself to ask his father which master's widow he is taking care of today.

Until one day.

The grandfather has been poisoned and is in danger.

passed on the position of head of the family to his father......

In an instant, everything was different.

The second master of the Teaching Workshop Division was transformed into a Zaifu of the current dynasty.

He stopped playing chess, stopped visiting the Qinglou, and didn't care about himself and his mother.

Mother left the Chu State alone and returned to the depths of the desert, where did she belong.

I suddenly have two more brothers, and they are my father's righteous sons.

Zhou Xiaoyi suddenly found that she seemed to be missing a teacher.

She has a lot of teachings, practice, calligraphy and painting, virtue, piano and music...... Only the chess skills are personally supervised by the second master.

However, when Chao Zai supplemented the world as a chess, her daughter could only stare at the chessboard alone.

That Zaisuke even forgot to ask her another teacher to accompany her to play music.

She has made some progress in her cultivation, and after condensing her qi into her body, she went to the Changsheng Workshop to practice, and her father did not come forward......

Instead, the strange brother handed him a piece of communication jade.

He said......

Taiye Shouyuan is about to end, the sect master of Danxia Sect, devouring Yuan Gu Danfang, as soon as possible.

With his qualifications as the best water spirit root, it should not be difficult to become a personal disciple of the sect.

On the eaves, Zhou Xiaoyi's eyes were glazed, greedily breathing the smell of flint in the cold wind.

The second master finally played chess.

His daughter became a pawn.

The woman's beautiful eyes were slightly closed, her neck trembled, and she drank the white soup that was no longer warm.

Qingsi was ravaged by the cold wind, and she slowly opened her beautiful eyes to look at the messy arrangement in the courtyard.

Firewood and silver flowers fall, dotting layers of snow, but there is no need to sweep them.

The rice in the stove room can be saved until tomorrow, and the bowl can be washed the next day.

Women can sit and eat with men without having to sit on the sidelines.

This Zhao Qingxiu is similar to himself, but he is just a miscellaneous servant...... Although he is shallow, he is very good to his wife.

He must have been interested in himself, otherwise he would not have taken himself into his home.

The woman's unavoidable fantasy, if she married him, that Gu Qinghuan was really annoying, but Zhao Qing cared about her.

Will he have a little daughter with this man?

Or is she his little daughter?

This man is a little stupid, but he can have more contact.

There is a lantern festival in Changshui County, and the show girl has called herself many times......

Will Zhao Qing go alone to see himself?

Or take his two women and go to see the lanterns for themselves?

Zhou Xiaoyi jumped off the eaves lightly, cleaned the porcelain bowl and put it back in place, and then silently returned to the ashram to meditate.

I think I must have been drunk just now, how can I have that kind of thought?

It's shameless to want to be his daughter!

What if he takes advantage of his drunkenness and forcibly demands his body?

Scold.

He didn't have the guts to hang him......

There was a cold touch under her feet, the green jade toes were slightly retracted, and Zhou Xiaoyi's heart was rippling and swaying.

"When the divine consciousness enters the Ming Hall of others, it will be a catastrophe at every turn!"

She seemed to feel her delicate body trembling, her consciousness being swallowed up, and a clear spring flowing across the ground......

The figure in front of me is hazy, and the sky is high and cloudy.

I've been married to that man for thousands of days and nights.

He would write down what he had said, he would take care of his emotions, he would kneel in front of him and call his master when he went crazy, and he would tell himself everything that came his way.

He is no longer stupid, and he sometimes throws and admits defeat when he plays chess.

He would still ask himself what he should do and whether it was appropriate to do so.

He said that Xiaoyi at home has the final say, and Xiaoyi is what she says.

Dad......

In the martial arts arena, one after another monks left the stage, and there were only thirteen people left in the time of one stick of incense.

The woman in red slowly raised her eyes, the light on the spirit ring flashed, and she clenched a green whip in her slender hand...... looked over the stands.