After returning from the gate of the Houtu Palace, the high priest closed the door again. The closed door is not for anything else, but to guide the practice of Dizi Tinglan.

Princess Luoshan also placed Emperor Qingming at the foot of Luoshan Mountain and ordered him to practice seriously. She is not very good at such a very professional thing as building a foundation, so she specially found the King of Luoshan, that is, the Immortal Monarch of the Night, to personally supervise her only disciple to practice.

After these months passed, the Nine Heavens had not heard from Ting Yi.

Naturally, everyone is happy and more at ease to do their own things. The cultivation of cultivation, the sightseeing of the mountains and waters, the love of drinking continues to drink, the love of planting flowers continues to plant flowers, the love of playing in the mortal world, continue to jump in the mortal world-

In short, the harmony of the faction simply stunned the jaw of the Heavenly Monarch.

In order to enhance everyone's ability to always maintain a united mental outlook, Tianjun thought about what kind of event should be held in the name of Lingxiao Pavilion.

He pondered for two days, and finally remembered that the sycamore flowers in the Sycamore Valley had bloomed. It's better to invite everyone to go to the Sycamore Valley to enjoy the sycamore flowers.

This very flattering proposal was immediately supported by the queen Qingxi. She is a princess from the Sycamore Valley!

The post of Tianjun's flower appreciation, starting from the Lingxiao Palace, up to Ziwei Palace, Qinghua Palace, down to the land Lao'er, the immortals of the Three Realms, almost everyone has a copy.

As for the Snow Pavilion that is closed to guests, uh-uh, then forget it!

It's not that it's okay, even if you don't have a retreat, you don't know how many times you've seen this sycamore flower, and then look at it with a group of immortals you don't know, it doesn't seem to be very reasonable.

As soon as he thought of his sister's out-of-the-box appearance, all the time, twenty-four hours a day, and longing for twenty-five hours to cause trouble, Tianjun had a headache.

Taking advantage of the retreat in the Snow Pavilion, he instructed the queen of heaven very carefully to quickly handle this matter.

The three-day flower-viewing banquet in Wutong Valley began to be arranged in full swing in Wutong Valley.

Qingxi was very interested, and took some palace ladies to arrange it personally.

Tianjun ran to the wine cellar of Wutong Valley, pulled Qingtong, and drank together.

As for Luofu Shenjun, naturally he wouldn't have come so early, when everything had not been arranged. The young man's face, he is still happy to give.

Tianjun and Qingtong drank together, and neither of them spoke.

Men, sometimes, as long as they drink together, there are no worries.

Talking, such chattering speech, that's what only women can look like!

Drinking in silence, glass after glass.

Qingtong looked stunned.

"Tianjun, you can't drink anymore!" Qingtong's voice was very impatient.

This amount of alcohol is not inferior to his father!

Tianjun, what's the matter? Could it be that something terrible has happened in Lingxiao Palace? Or does his father not know?

He was so confused!

If you drink it like this again, how can you get it!

Qingtong neatly gave Tianjun a hand knife and carried him to the bed in the guest room of Wutong Valley.

I just put it down, and I haven't left yet, when I suddenly heard a voice: "Queen Mother, don't go!"

"Well, I'm not your mother. Heavenly Monarch—" He shook off Heavenly Monarch's hand.

It turns out that you want to be a snow queen? Qingtong's steps are much slower.

"Mother, I miss you, I really miss you-"

Tianjun's voice had the appearance of a child.

Qingtong took a light step and walked out of the room carefully. When I walked out, I closed the door very thoughtfully.

He stood in silence in the doorway, his gaze darkening.

Men usually drink when they are unhappy and when they are sad. Especially when I miss my mother, I drink even more.

These thoughts seem to be able to enter into one's own flesh and blood like wine.

When men are happy, they drink more. Those happiness are like taking root in the blood and growing a gorgeous appearance in the air.

The sycamore flowers are blooming so beautifully!

The snow-white petals, fluttering white, like the feathers of a white phoenix, delicate, delicate, noble, and cold. Pale yellow stamens, with a little green, with a little brightness and liveliness.

The green leaves of the trees sparkle in the sunlight, like emerald gilded masonry.

Looking at the sycamore flowers in front of the house, Qingtong was stunned for a while.

"Qingtong!"

It was only when he heard someone call him that he suddenly came back to his senses.

The queen of heaven, who was dressed in azure water and blue clothes, asked with a smile, "Why didn't you see the heavenly monarch?"

Qingtong bowed his head and saluted, and said embarrassedly: "Tianjun is drunk, so I'll rest now." I'm guarding here. ”

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the queen of heaven, and said, "Why are you drunk?"

Qingtong smiled embarrassedly: "Maybe it's because Tianjun is very happy in his heart!"

When the queen heard this, she smiled and said: "You men, happy or unhappy, always have to drink, and it is better to be drunk!

Qingtong smiled and said, "That's what Niangniang said." ”

The queen of heaven laughed and said, "Qingtong, you have to call me cousin!"

Qingtong raised his eyebrows and said, "Qingtong doesn't dare!"

"Oh, you look old-fashioned, like an aunt!" Qingxi finished speaking, and ran away.

Left behind the Qingtong Emperor, standing in place, messy in the wind.

Old-fashioned?

Just like yourself, still old-fashioned?

Cousin of the queen of heaven, I'm afraid I haven't seen the old old-fashioned, right?!

Princess Luoshan is a first-class old-fashioned person!

Emperor Qingtong suddenly felt that the strength of the wine had come up, and he was a little sleepy. He didn't pick either, jumped on the plane tree, lay down and went to sleep.

The sycamore flowers on the tree fell to the ground. Long if, to these falling sycamore flowers, plated with a layer of gold.

The whole world has become gorgeous.

The black-haired boy in blue was sleeping soundly.

Compared to such a beautiful and long daylight, the time in the snow pavilion is really like a year.

This "Heart Sutra" is so long, so obscure and difficult, the master actually wants to memorize it well!

No, I've been carrying it for more than a month, and I can only stumble it. When the master found out, he was very angry and threatened that if he couldn't recite it anymore, he wouldn't let him eat!

Ting Lan was scared.

Master, this person has always been true to his word. For herself, skipping meals is more serious than killing her.

How can Master let himself skip meals like this?

Thinking that she might not be able to eat, Ting Lan felt that her brain was getting more and more chaotic.

I memorized a passage very skillfully just now, and when I was nervous, I forgot it all!

It's over, it's over—