When Tang Linkun said goodbye to Zhao Gongming and Qiangba, Ouyang Qiyun curiously opened the largest package, dozens of the most fashionable women's fashions in Dahualei. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh, this is a gift for more than a dozen masters......"

Tang Linkun saw that the colorful costumes almost filled half of the conference table, and Ouyang Qiyun sat on the side with a gloomy face, and quickly explained.

"Is it necessary to buy a gift for my master, and leave me alone?"

"Aren't you going to work in the afternoon?"

"This is also bought for the masters?" Ouyang said with two fingers pinching a pair of jeans that passed through the rough "cow raising" pants.

"Oh, I bought it for a friend of mine, a medical representative I knew when I was working at the hospital. After she arrived in the human world, she was unfortunately captured by the evil fairy and made a fairy slave, and after being rescued, I took her to the Rope Palace. Her name is Gao Yiyi, and she really looks like you. Tang Linkun began to pack the package again.

Ouyang Qiyun seemed to see a woman who collided with him walking towards him, and said angrily: "It should be younger and more beautiful than me!"

"She drank the water of forgetfulness in the Ascension Cave, and she forgot about me a long time ago. If she wants, I will bring her to Dahualei after the New Year and be your companion. ”

"These pieces are for Sister Ryling, she is my master's daughter, one of the thirteen hairpins of the Hundred Flowers Valley, her level is not low, she is already a great immortal, and my doppelganger technique is the ...... she taught me."

"Tang Linkun, there are so many sisters and sisters of yours. Ouyang Qiyun stood up, left a few steps, and immediately walked back, "I have decided, no matter how old you Tang Linkun will be in the future, I will be eighteen years old." ”

"Wait, Ouyang. ”

Ouyang Qiyun was overjoyed in his heart, it seemed that Tang Linkun had also bought himself new clothes for the New Year.

"Ouyang, you take this honey storage jar to President Zhao, don't forget. There is a shield of fairy honey in it, which is used for detoxification. ”

"Won't you give it to President Zhao yourself?" Just a few steps away, ......" Ouyang Qiyun, who was disappointed, couldn't hide his loneliness.

"I don't want to hear those words of thanks. Don't you notice that Chairman Zhao has changed a lot these days, and he is talking more and more?"

Ouyang Qiyun took the jar and said angrily: "Tang Linkun, I think you have completely changed, and you have more than ten times more words than when you were in school. ”

......

Approaching the end of the year, the Valley of Flowers is full of joy. Although there are few men in the Valley of Hundred Flowers entering the valley, cutting a cloud to make a neon dress and dressing themselves up beautifully has become the most important thing for girls in the Valley of Hundred Flowers at this time of year.

Tang Linkun returned to his heart like an arrow, soared to a suitable height, and immediately raised his speed to the highest. Along the way, he saw that he continued to surpass and surpass, and he didn't meet a pedestrian who was faster than himself, and he was even more proud in his heart. He even flew more than 100,000 miles against the clouds of a fellow traveler before putting him down.

Due to the need to slow down from time to time to identify the direction, when Tang Linkun arrived at the mouth of the Hundred Flowers Valley, it was already the next morning when the light was slightly dewed, and the dense mist shrouded the whole body, and the wet dew washed the mountains and rocks in dripping.

"Hey, Brother Titfuck, hello! Is this the Valley of Flowers?"

Tang Linkun saw a perched on the branch of a Bodhi tree at the mouth of the valley that needed to be surrounded by five people, and asked in bird language.

"Can't you see for yourself?" replied the chickadee, annoyed that the two wings were all wet with dew.

Tang Linkun looked around and didn't find anything to see.

"Brother, what do you want me to see?"

"Who is your brother......?

Tang Linkun was about to say sorry, but the chickadee found that it was a person who spoke bird language, and flew away with a frightened "Qu".

"Young man, this is the Valley of Hundred Flowers, but now is not the time to enter the valley, you can wait!" came a slightly old, mossy voice.

"Thank you...... Bodhi tree. ”

Tang Linkun was surprised to find that it was the Bodhi tree that was talking to him, it seemed that the Hundred Flowers Valley was full of high-level immortals, and it had also become a refinement.

"Why can't you go into the valley now? ”

Tang Linkun saw that there was a flat rock on the side of the Bodhi tree, walked over and sat down, and patted the thick stem of the Bodhi tree kindly.

"There is a rule in the Valley of Hundred Flowers that every day people are assigned to the next day's normal day, and no living beings are allowed to enter the valley. ”

"What if someone breaks in?"

"That's a dead end. The Bodhi tree shook its body, and the dew on the leaves fell like raindrops, but not a drop fell on Tang Linkun......

The Valley of Hundred Flowers in Tang Linkun's imagination should be like spring all year round, with birds singing and flowers, but he didn't expect it to be such a domineering place. It is comparable to Kunlun Mountain, where the Queen Mother of the West lives.

A gust of mountain wind lifted the fog in front of him, revealing a cold mountain, which was engraved with three big characters of "Valley of Hundred Flowers", and a few lines of small characters below, which seemed to be the regulations of the Bodhi tree to enter the valley.

"Bodhi Tree, thank you! This is the first time I've been to the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and I didn't rush in if you reminded me. Tang Linkun patted the Bodhi tree again.

"Giving sentient beings a little coolness in summer and half a wisp of warmth in winter, this is what I should do, no need to thank me!" Bodhi Tree's loving mind is better than many immortals.

Tang Linkun took the big package on his back and put it at his feet, it was still early in the ordinary day!

"Bodhi Tree, you must have been here for many years, right?"

"It's been a long time, more than 10,000 years earlier than this Hundred Flowers Valley. ”

Tang Linkun was taken aback, this Bodhi tree had gone through so many years of cultivation to be able to speak, and this perseverance was enough to shake the heavens and the earth. Thinking that he had only been in Heavenly Court for a little more than five years, and he was able to cultivate to the middle immortal, and he was really as immortal as the master said, Tang Linkun sighed in his heart for a long time.

"Why don't you speak, young man?" asked the Bodhi tree.

It seems that the Bodhi tree has limited mobility and is closed to information, and it wants to communicate with the outside world.

Tang Linkun told the story in detail...... By the time he stopped, the eastern summit was covered with red light.

"Thank you, young man, no one has said so much to me for many years, and when the sun shines on the orchid on those three words, you can enter the Valley of Hundred Flowers. ”

"Bodhi Tree, there will be a period later!"

"The young man is a kind-hearted man, and the Bodhisattva will bless you. ”

"Thank you for your good words! I also wish you a speedy ...... Cheng Jing, go around the Heavenly Court, I live in the Rope Palace, and I have the opportunity to play with me for a few days......"

Tang Linkun touched the rough bark of the Bodhi tree, and after saying goodbye to the Bodhi tree, he put a large package on his back and walked along a mountain road the width of the buttocks of four horses.

Strange to say, before the sun had risen a quarter of an hour, all the fog in the valley had been cleared, and the eyes were full of blooming flowers, which were dizzyingly colorful. The Valley of Flowers really lives up to its name. Not only the scenery is charming, but also the fragrance is tangy, not very strong and what kind of aroma is mixed together, a gust of wind is a taste of flowers, walking less than fifty zhang away, Tang Linkun has smelled no less than dozens of aromas.

Tang Linkun stepped onto a stone bridge over the stream, and when he saw that the stream was clear, he couldn't help but put down his package and flew off the bridge, and stopped in the air less than a foot away from the stream...... I washed my face happily and took a few sips.

One turned over and returned to the bridge, and a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old sat on the big package...... (To be continued.) )