Time flies, the sun and the moon rotate, the sun and the moon turn, the sunset looks at the sunset, the years are always sad, the ordinary people are busy all day long and sigh that the years are not up to people, not to mention the immortal monks in the world for a thousand years in the mountains?

In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed, and Han Fengge and Yutai Xiuyue, who had been getting along for several months, stood on the sea-viewing stone on the top of Luoyun Peak and quietly waited for the sunrise of the sea of clouds, and the snow was already white behind them. has changed into a snow-white dress, with her hair in a bun, her long hair and skirt flying in the wind, like a Linjiang fairy, Han Fengge, who is worried about the young people around her, can't help but look stupid.

Yutai Xiuyue, who was faintly sorrowful, turned her head and squinted her eyes and squeezed out a smiling face: "Big lazy worm, I'm going back to the East China Sea, you'll miss me, right?"

Han Fengge was embarrassed in his heart, his face was slightly red, and he nodded: "En!" Just one word, but he didn't know what to say more.

Yutai Xiuyue turned her head to look at the rising sun and pouted, "Big fool!" Although he said this, he was still satisfied in his heart.

The tall and blue-shirted Shenshu and the Lord of Luoyun Peak, Gu Qingping, appeared on the peak. Looking at his reluctant daughter, Yutai Shenshu said helplessly: "Yue'er, I'm leaving." ”

Yutai Xiuyue responded, took off the full moon that had never left her waist and handed it to Han Fengge: "This is what my mother left me, and it is also my favorite, I will send it to you, big lazy worm, you have to keep it well, you must not lose it!"

As soon as Han Fengge heard that this thing was so precious, he wanted to return it to her, but the little girl glared at him: "I'll put it away when I give it to you!" In desperation, he had to put away the Qiankun bag and stuff it into his arms for personal preservation, and then took out a transparent glass bottle filled with paper cranes, stuffed it into the hand of Yutai Xiuyue and said: "This is what you taught me to fold, I have folded so much these days, and I will give it to you." ”

This origami crane was originally a young man and woman in an island country in the East China Sea to fold to write blessing words to express their feelings of admiration, after getting along for a long time, Yutai Xiuyue taught Han Fengge the folding method of this paper crane, and now he folded it to himself, well, very satisfied.

Yutai Xiuyue looked at the paper cranes full of flowers in the bottle and smiled, turned back to him and said, "Remember, the East China Sea will look at me later!"

Looking at the figure above the sea of clouds that was getting farther and farther away, Han Fengge nodded heavily.

Gu Qingping, who was behind him, said to himself: "The young man's heart is a matter of frowning, and then he is on his heart, the fate of the world is really wonderfully tight, I hope this is a beautiful story." ”

When it comes to the wax moon, the whole Kunyu Mountain is preparing for the upcoming year-end festival, of course, this year is also the year of the Kunyu Mountain's big competition, so compared to the festival, the Kunyu Mountain disciples pay more attention to it.

When the Shenshu Master of the Tai Dynasty came out of Kunyu Mountain, he would naturally apply some of the rules and etiquette on Kunyu Mountain to his Lingyin Sect, such as the year-end festival and Dabi are the same as Kunyu Mountain.

The East China Sea is known as the Thousand Islands, and the vast sea is dotted with countless islands, large and small, and the number of mortal monks on the archipelago is unknown. Several of these islands, which occupy a huge area, have beautiful scenery, and are rich in the aura of the Yuan Spirit, are entrenched by several sect forces, and the largest is the Lingyin Island occupied by the Lingyin Sect.

The relationship between the various forces in the East China Sea is complex and intertwined, although the Lingyin Sect is a newly built sect by outsiders, it occupies the largest territory, the best terrain, and the strongest aura in the East China Sea. This is also the reason why Lingyin Island has been criticized in the East China Sea, but when the Shenshu first came to the East China Sea, it swept all the sect forces with heads and faces, and beat them one by one, so they couldn't accept it. Therefore, the disciples of the Lingyin Sect have a lot of status and arrogance among the sects of the East China Sea.

Lingyin Island is covered with snow, and an extremely large sect is located in the hinterland mountain forest. The pavilions and pavilions stretch like mountains, the houses are woven with green tiles, there are countless paths, there are thousands of corridors, and the disciples and miscellaneous servants come and go constantly, and the end is at the peak of momentum, and the weather is thousands, although this kind of style is not comparable to those top sects in the Middle Earth Divine Prefecture, but in the eyes of the East China Sea sects, it is a prosperity that has never been imagined.

On the eighth day of the lunar month, hundreds of disciples of the Lingyin Sect quietly stood under the altar of the main hall and waited for the sect master to return from a long trip. A few days ago, the sect received a summons from the sect master flying sword informing him that the festival was held as scheduled, and he would definitely be able to rush back to the sect before the festival began, and the whole sect had never doubted what this sect master said.

Under the eyes of hundreds of disciples, the Shenshu came with the beautiful moon of the Tai Tai slowly resisting the wind. In front of the altar, the Shentai Divine Tree slowly walked up, and Xiuyue, who had always been bold, stopped under the stage, and turned around and smiled mischievously at the senior brothers and sisters who were standing in the front row of the disciples of the sect master. All the disciples naturally didn't bother to pay attention to her at this time, and knelt down on the mountain and shouted: "Welcome to the sect master!" ”

As all the disciples got up and the drum music sounded, the senior brothers, second senior sisters and others standing in the front row threw a concerned look at her.

Chen Haifeng, the eldest disciple of the Lingyin Sect, looked at the little junior sister in the distance and couldn't help but think: "She is still so likable, but I haven't seen her for a few months, and now she seems to have grown much taller than before, and her clothes have changed, and she has become a big girl." And the second senior sister Shuwen looked at the little junior sister with the spring breeze on her face, and felt a little uneasy in her heart.

She is also a woman, and she naturally knows that there are two reasons for a woman's sudden growth and maturity, one is to experience major changes, and the other is to have a sweetheart. Seeing that the little sister is full of spring breeze and a little lovesick, the Qiankun bag that never leaves her waist is gone, and she thinks that she met her favorite man outside and gave her the most beloved thing. However, all the senior brothers in the sect clearly knew that the senior brother had a deep affection for this little junior sister, and the reason why he didn't show his heart to her was just that he had been waiting for her to grow up and understand the feelings of men and women. In this way, this matter will definitely become the demon that the senior brother whose heart is higher than the sky cannot be bypassed on the cultivation path.

Thinking of these, Shuwen sighed secretly in her heart: "I hope that no matter what the outcome is in the future, he won't be too obsessed." Everyone knows that the senior brother is in the mood to send the little junior sister, but who really knows that she Shuwen secretly promised her feelings to this man who made her look up like the sun when she saw him for the first time?

How can those outsiders truly appreciate the good intentions and bitterness of the authorities?

The year-end festival of Kunyu Mountain is actually on the same day as the Lingyin Sect, but the ritual offerings that need to be prepared in advance are more numerous, so the disciples of each peak go back and forth to the mountain to buy for a long time. On the day of the festival, please take out the tablets of the ancestors of the past generations enshrined in the ancestral hall for the disciples to pay respects and worship. The lengthy words at the festival made the young disciples under the altar drowsy.

Although the Baiyu Square under the stage was very quiet, and the disciples were silent, where could these young people who jumped out of control it, in fact, the inaudible spiritual transmission had already been fiercely discussed among the many disciples around the peaks. The topic of discussion revolved around this year-end competition, and the most debated was who the eight disciples of this year were. Of course, the basis for the discussion of many disciples on this matter is nothing more than which senior brother on which peak has improved his cultivation a little, which beautiful senior sister has newly obtained a powerful magic weapon, or which junior brother has newly learned a great magic spell, which is really lively. Although this seems to be disrespectful to the listed ancestors, but think about it, those ancestors who have passed away and are engraved on the sign do not want their descendants to be vigorous? Therefore, although the chaotic transmission of the audience cannot hide the advanced cultivation of the uncles and ancestors on the stage, they are still not angry, and they have not been too lazy to worry about those stinky boys.

The elders of the various peaks on the stage and the older generation of those who were old eavesdropped on the self-conscious transmission arguments of the disciples in the audience, and couldn't help but feel extremely funny, but they didn't break it. Xiao Wenjing, the rugged owner of Cuiping Mountain, also frowned at several of his senior brothers, signaling them to listen to the nonsense of the daring troublemakers in the audience.

When everyone on the stage was listening with relish, they suddenly remembered that they had stood under the stage many years ago when they were still young, and the same transmission was very lively. I think that the high-minded talk of those young people should also be heard by the masters and uncles on the stage. Looking at the young disciples in the audience and thinking of their former young selves, it turned out that a hundred years had passed in a hurry.

Xiao Wenjing suddenly remembered something, and his face was extremely unnatural and he handed Zhou Tong an inquiring look, and suddenly Zhou Tong's divine sense transmission voice sounded above the heart lake and teased: "Stinky boy, don't be lucky, you were more daring than these little rabbit cubs back then, but you don't have the same knowledge as you." ”

Xiao Wenjing was flustered in his heart, and turned his eyes to look at Shui Yunyan, but saw the latter throw him a ridiculous look, so frightened that Xiao Wenjing had always been bold and begged for mercy: "Uncle Shui, my nephew was young and talking nonsense at that time, don't take it to heart, don't take it to heart!"

Shui Yunyan laughed and said: "It's not Uncle Shi, I'm disrespectful to the old, what did you kid say about Uncle Shi back then, what did you say?" This time the sound was not only for Xiao Wenjing's own, but only for everyone on the heart lake to laugh.

Xiao Wenjing wailed in his heart: "It's over, this time I was embarrassed and thrown to my grandmother's house, uncle, you just let me go as a fart!"

Just as the voices on and off the stage were noisy, De Musen, who was the high priest of Kunyu Mountain, gave them a fierce look, and finally finished reciting the cumbersome and lengthy sacrificial words: "The ancestors of the past generations have blessed me with the immortality of the inheritance of Kunyu Mountain, and the blessings will last for thousands of years!

At this time, the stage and the audience finally really quieted down, and everyone bowed three times and bowed to the names that were once resounding all over the world on the shrine!

The ceremony was finally over, and the disciples looked at Yue Songtao on the altar with anticipation in their eyes.

Yue Songtao said loudly: "The ceremony is over, and then the year-end competition of my Kunyu Mountain is about to start on the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, and all the disciples will draw lots to eliminate the top eight in pairs, and the last eight disciples will fight in pairs to determine the top three." The eighth to third sects will reward a magic weapon, the top three names can enter the Tibetan Instrument Pavilion to select a magic weapon, and the top eight disciples have the right to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to select ancient book exercises. I hope that all the disciples will make more preparations and strive to achieve good results in the big competition. ”

The disciples in the audience exploded in an instant, and it was worthy of a big competition once every five years, and everyone was eager to try.