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Fanli (fán xi) Guanli Qionghua tree, the first flower in the middle of heaven and earth.

How can we find out the whole story? There is no prosperity in the spring breeze.

One day, with gentle wind and drizzle, Xie Qingyun, who was traveling around, climbed up to an ancient temple that has stood for thousands of years in a certain country in the world.

The white Qionghua flowers are like snow all over the sky, covering the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

The clouds and mists are surging, and the qionghua is stronger than the snow, adding an air of fairyland to the looming Taoist temple.

The ancient temple only allows believers to enter the mountain to burn incense on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. On weekdays, it is closed for disciples to practice.

Normally, when people enter the temple, they seek nothing more than peace, marriage, heirs, and official luck.

Xie Qingyun did not take the usual path, pretending to be a believer and burning three sticks of incense. After going through the experience process, he set his sights on the majestic Qionghua tree in the temple.

How could she not bring some souvenirs to her senior brother when she came out?

That’s too unfilial!

Thinking of Yunheju, with its shadows of cranes intertwined, the breeze passing through, and the extremely cool and elegant Yunheju, she suddenly felt that it would be a waste of natural resources if she did not move the Qionghua tree back.

So, at night, the Qionghua tree that had been rooted in the ancient temple for nearly a thousand years and was said to have been planted by the founder was uprooted.

Only a huge dark pit was left, lying quietly next to the crumbling Sanqing Hall.

On the second day, the Taoist boy who was about to sweep the house suddenly panicked when he saw a huge pit suddenly appeared next to Sanqing Hall.

"It's not good, it's not good! Something bad happened to Master! There is a thief in our temple!"

"Thief? I, Qionghuaguan, am destitute and destitute, and I am far away in the mountains. Why would a thief not want to come here to steal?"

"Yes! It really does! Master, if you don't believe me, just go and see. The Qionghua tree planted by our ancestor is gone!"

"What? That tree has grown together with the foundation of Sanqing Hall, how could it be missing? Ming'er, are you just trying to be lazy?"

When he walked to Sanqing Hall and saw such a huge pit, the viewer's eyes turned black.

"Master Patriarch, this disciple is unfilial!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest knelt beside the pit, crying and wishing he could die to apologize.

It wasn't until the young apprentice's surprised shouts brought him back to his senses.

"Master, look, what is that?"

The red sun rises in the east.

Half of the shadows in the pit were dispersed, and two shining golden pills lay at the bottom of the pit.

The aroma that escapes silently makes you feel more energetic just by taking one breath!

Regardless of the danger, the viewer jumped down, holding two pills in his hands and smiling like a lunatic.

"The Patriarch has appeared! The Patriarch has appeared! Spiritual energy! This must be the legendary spiritual energy! Hahaha! The Patriarch will not deceive me!"

The Taoist priest looked at the little Taoist boy intently, "Ming'er, it turns out that you can really cultivate immortality in this world!"

Little Taoist: "So Master, you lied to me before?"

Taoist priest:"……"

Some fates gradually dissipate in the world of mortals, and some fates allow people to meet again in other ways.

Xie Qingyun didn't know what the future would hold for the middle-aged temple master and his apprentice, but what was certain was that this ancient temple, which had been passed down deep in the mountains for thousands of years, had to change its name.

With the "carefully" prepared local specialties, the world-famous Qingluan Sword Master returned to Wentian Sect.

*

Piaomiao Peak, where clouds and cranes reside.

Xie Qingyun rushed to the main courtyard with great interest, deliberately frightening the red-crowned crane that Jiang Sect Master loved most along the way.

The sharp and long crowing of cranes echoed through the sky, making the place seem even more tranquil.

"Hello, uncle--"

"Disciple has seen Master-uncle——"

"I've seen Peak Master Xie——"

People in the sect rarely call her Qingluan Sword Master, and they always use her closer uncle, Master Xie, and Master Yaoyue Peak instead.

She walked past the disciples without looking away and accepted their salutes as a matter of course.

An aloof god should have an otherworldly, independent temperament. Being approachable will only make her fall into the crazy worship of her disciples. The noisy one is really a headache.

Xie Qingyun walked into the side hall skillfully.

The furnishings in the room are very simple and elegant, with silk calligraphy banners hanging on the left and right as curtains to separate the space.

In front of the moon cave window directly behind, there is a pot of trimmed phoenix bamboo. When the breeze blows, it will make a fine rustling sound.

A diamond-shaped blue carpet was placed in the middle of the room, with a red sandalwood piano table and a cotton and linen futon placed on the carpet.

On the piano table, there are a lotus incense burner with green plums, a tea set from Cangshan Zhaoxue, and a pot of cold orchids with light fragrance and sparse shadows.

Agarwood curls up, and the sound of the piano lingers.

The young man, wearing a fairy dress with green bamboo and wide sleeves on a white background, closed his eyes and played the piano. He was radiant, and the breeze slightly blew up the green hair on his temples.

Outside the window, the shadows of cranes are intertwined, and the vast green mountains and the surging sea of ​​clouds become his background. It is like the misty clouds and the clear jade (jié)!

"Senior brother, I brought you a gift to honor your old man!"

The strings trembled, and the young man suddenly opened his eyes and emphasized loudly:

"Senior brother is not old!"

It turns out that all immortals, men and women, care so much about ageing?

"Okay, senior brother will remain green forever, and his appearance will remain the same," Xie Qingyun leaned on the tea table next to him and ate the spiritual fruit to himself.

Jiang Weimian shook his head, put away the piano silently, and asked:

"Tell me, where did you go again?"

"That's not important. What's important is that I brought you a gift."

The woman waved her hand, and an old tree four to five feet tall, as colorful as snow, quickly took root and grew in the backyard, covering up the sunlight in just a moment.

It is clearly the sun, but there is a sense of tranquility like "sparse shadows slanting across the water, clear and shallow water, and faint fragrance floating in the moonlight at dusk."

"So you left for a few days just to dig up an old mortal tree for your senior brother?"

Jiang Weimian was confused, puzzled, surprised, and helpless. He leaned over and made and divided the tea with familiar movements.

"Sending a feather from a thousand miles away is a gift of light weight of affection. What's wrong with Fanshu? He has lived for a thousand years. Just tell me whether it is suitable for the environment here, right?"

“It matches, it matches, it matches, it’s a perfect match!”

The bright and handsome young man wiped the corners of his eyes, looking like he was crying, "Okay, great! Xiaoyun has grown up and knows how to be filial to senior brother! Senior brother is so touched!"

He was very happy that his junior sister specially brought him a gift.

Xie Qingyun: "Why do I feel like you are scolding me?"

"Hey, how could senior brother scold you? You are the one who poops and pees every time, senior brother!"

Wow, Xiaoyun, how can you think of senior brother like this? Senior brother is so sad! Are all the years of hard work, senior fellow apprentice, in vain? "

Jiang Weimian beat his chest and stamped his feet, looking very miserable.

Xie Qingyun has a big head, senior brother, pay attention to the image of your sect leader!

She felt like she was like a child who had been on vacation for a while. She had changed from her mother's sweet baby to a grass that no one cared about.

"Okay, senior brother, stop acting. Do you believe I'm leaving right now?"

"Uuuuu, I am old, useless, and despised..."

The young man tried his best to squeeze out a tear from the corner of his eye.

Xie Qingyun shouted expressionlessly:

"Senior brother——"

"Cough cough."

Jiang Weimian took a moment to be serious, cleared his throat, pulled out the plan for Yaoyuefeng and said:

"The general framework of Xuanhui Eighteen Pavilions has been revealed. Do you want to go and take a look?"

Xie Qingyun responded slightly happily:

"it is good."