Seventy miles south of the capital of the bhikshu country, there is a clear stream, sandwiched on both sides, there are thousands of smoke willows and poplars on the bank, the name is willow forest slope. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn previous years, this place was unremarkable, but after two gusts of yellow wind covering the sky and the moon on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, this place is a little more strange: there is often a fog in the middle of the willow forest, and mortals will unconsciously return from the original road during the walk.

Fortunately, there are no people around, and no passers-by are injured, so the matter is gradually unknown, and the bhikshu lord has not sent some monks and Taoists to explore.

At this time, the willow forest slope is light smoke and light rain, the autumn wind is bleak, but the willow cotton has already blown out, only the dry branches are left to swing around, and there are a lot of withered yellow poplar leaves that rise and fall with the wind, flying all over the air.

Desolate, dead and silent.

A gust of incense wind struck, and a woman wearing a quintex like Guanyin fell into the mist in the middle of the willow forest slope, which was the golden-nosed white-haired mouse who stole the Buddha's fragrant flowers and treasure candles, and the Mrs. Diyong who called herself the half-cut Guanyin.

"Old Bailu, come out!" said Lady Diyong, standing under a large willow tree, as she yelled into the mist.

"Mrs. Diyong is here, is the matter done?" The mist in the willow forest rolled for a while, and the owner of this place, the feather-clad star-crowned, seemed to have a true white deer old fairy walking out of it with a dragon cane, and asked with a smile.

"No, he's not as lustful as you say, but the old lady has been taken advantage of by him. Mrs. Diyong's face was a little ugly.

"The matter has not been done, why are you here with me? We have agreed in advance, you hook up with him, steal some essence from him, I will give you twenty Fushou pills, you are not done now, what are you going to do? I am still busy building a house, I have no time to take care of you!" Bailu Old Immortal was very dissatisfied, and he was about to turn around and go back after speaking.

"Stop!" exclaimed Lady Diyong.

"Are you still in trouble?" the old fairy of the white deer turned around, carried the dragon cane, and asked with a wary expression.

"It's not that I'm doing something bad this time, but that your information is not accurate, and the old lady was taken advantage of by the animal in vain, and you have to compensate the old lady!" said Mrs. Diyong's apricot eyes.

"Hehe, there is no businessman in the world who is willing to do loss-making business, if you don't do what we discussed, I won't pay you" Bailu Old Immortal sneered.

"It's not up to you. Mrs. Diyong said confidently.

"It's up to me whether I pay you or not, why can't I help it?" Looking at Mrs. Diyong's confident appearance, although the old fairy Bailu was thinking in her heart that she had something to rely on, she asked with disdain.

"Hey, I think when the old lady appeared in front of the jade king, he kept asking the old lady what he was going to do, you said that if the old lady told him that the old lady was stealing his essence for you, what do you think he would think?"

After all, Bailu Lao Xian has mixed with Samsung, although his character is not very good, but he is still trained to be moody, in the face of Mrs. Diyong's threat, he was expressionless, and said lightly: "There is no evidence, who believes it? Besides, what if you tell him, am I still afraid of him?"

"Is that so?" asked Mrs. Diyong with a smile on her face, in a very intriguing tone.

"If Mrs. Diyong is fine, please go back, Qinghuazhuang has not yet been built, so I will not entertain you!"

"This dead white deer who doesn't eat oil and salt!" Mrs. Diyong scolded in her heart, but her face was full of smiles: "Okay, I won't mention the compensation, then let me ask, what do you want the jade Jiao king's ***?"

"You don't care what I do, you only have to bring things, and twenty Fushou Pills are yours. The old fairy of Bailu said expressionlessly, and after speaking, his body melted into the mist and disappeared.

"Isn't he going to eat it, it's disgusting!" thought Mrs. Diyong as she stood still, her mind wide open.

"I've heard of picking geraniums and children's hearts and livers as medicine, but I haven't heard of eating that thing, it's really disgusting. In the future, I will stay away from this old white deer, I am really disgusted by him!" The thought in Mrs. Diyong's heart rose, and the golden light around her body flashed, and she disappeared.

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When the day was about to be dark and the autumn rain was about to stop, Chen Xian finally arrived at Jilei Mountain.

After talking to the little demon guarding the winter gate in Moyun Cave, Chen Xian didn't wait long outside the door, and was greeted by Hu Qiuyue, who had been summoned by the little demon.

It is still the cave room where the night pearl is the star, or the garden where a hundred flowers bloom, the difference is that the fragrance of osmanthus is not as strong as before.

Although the immortals can reverse the seasons and make a hundred flowers bloom at the same time, the nature of the species itself does not change. It is late autumn, and although the osmanthus flowers here are still charming, the fragrance is not as good as before.

"Are you painting?" As soon as he walked to the pavilion at the edge of the garden, Chen Xian looked at the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and a half-painted painting on the stone table, and he couldn't help but ask.

"You have to concentrate on painting, what's the matter with you running out to pick me up in the middle of painting!" Chen Xian said again.

"I'm just starting to learn to paint now, so much attention is there!" Hu Qiuyue said coquettishly, her face was full of spring breeze, Chen Xian could come, and her heart was like eating honey.

"Just learned to paint?" Chen Xian was a little puzzled, and after looking around, he asked, "What about the person who taught you to paint?"

"Where does anyone dare to come to this cave to teach me to draw, I went to the mortal world to steal learning, by the way, read the book that teaches people pictures, and ponder the painting by myself. By the way, Brother Chen came just in time, you have outstanding literary talents, and your painting skills must be very good, why don't you teach me! Also, I want to learn the piano, you can also teach me the rhythm!" Hu Qiuyue asked expectantly.

"Uh!" The corners of Chen Xian's mouth twitched, he was really speechless, as an otaku who didn't learn and didn't know how to read online novels, he remembered a few classic poems and songs in textbooks in his previous life, and he didn't have any other talents, and he had been busy cultivating, traveling, and taking his sister for more than ten years in this world, so it can be said that he was not proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Ahem, I'm not good at music and rhythm painting, no, I can't teach you at all!" Chen Xian coughed lightly.

"Huh?" Hu Qiuyue glanced at Chen Xian strangely, she couldn't understand why such a literate person couldn't understand piano painting.

"I knew I would be a goof, why don't I tell her the truth directly?" Looking at Hu Qiuyue's suspicious gaze, Chen Xian couldn't help but think in his heart.

"No, now Xiniu Hezhou is complicated, and the eldest brother is under a lot of pressure, if he drops the chain at this time, what kind of brother is it? But Hu Qiuyue has always been in love with herself, and she always hides it from her, and it is not her husband's doing. Oh my God, what should I do?"