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Lantern Festival——

On the bustling long street, there are countless small stalls selling all kinds of gadgets that are famous for the scene, and it is a prosperous scene.

Yan Jiayouqian looked cold, and behaved dignifiedly, walking slowly on the street, her black hair hanging down to her calves was like splashed ink, swaying gracefully, and lotuses grew at every step.

"Master, this." He suddenly pointed to an oval blue lantern and said to the stall owner, his voice was flat and cold.

The lamp is actually nothing new, but the blue-purple tassels on the bottom of the lamp are somewhat unusual.

When the old-fashioned stall owner came over, he withdrew his fingers, showing off his demeanor.

The wrinkled old man was stunned for a moment, then sighed secretly: He is such a handsome man...

But he lost his mind for only a moment, he raised a courteous smile, took the lantern off the rope, and presented a pen and paper: "But according to the rules of the little old man, you have to write down your wishes yourself."

Han Jiayou nodded slightly, the wolf hair was stained with ink and walked above the lantern, the fingers holding the wolf hair were slender and white, as if covered by a layer of mist under the moonlight.

Like a fairy concubine, with every gesture, she has a brilliant temperament and looks like a fairy.

The stall owner smiled more and more kindly. The young people nowadays are one by one, which is really amazing.

Yan Jia Youqian put down the brush, the old man put away the brush and inkstone with a smile, lit a candle, and said: "A low-grade spirit stone."

Yan Jiayouqian entrusted the spirit stone into the hands of the stall owner, and left with the lantern.

The stall owner raised his voice behind him and shouted: "Customer, go to the foot of the bridge and let the lantern go, Gui'an!"

Yan Jiayou tilted his head slightly, and his side face was astonishingly beautiful.

In the dim light, he smiled at the old man, his glazed gray eyes were bent, making him look gentle under the light.

The stall owner smiled and went back to the stall with his hands behind his back. Seeing that the man really went to the foot of the bridge, he narrowed his cloudy eyes, shook his head, and hummed a song slowly.

"Love in the world of mortals, love..."

Slowly crossing the arch bridge, the tassels were blown away by the wind and intertwined with the silver hem of the clothes.

Yan Jia Youqian let the lantern go, watched it drift down the river, smoothed the wrinkles on the sleeves, turned and left.

Without hesitation, without reluctance.

Just want to experience human life.

Only.

Behind him, all kinds of lanterns were hung on the railing, the colors were mottled, and the warm colors stained his clothes, but did not leave traces in his cold eyes.

How could the aloof moon god be moved by human creations?

Yan Jiayou narrowed his eyes slightly.

The wind picked up again, lifting his long hair, revealing a face as cold as the moon.

Fallen leaves flutter down.

He didn't pick up the Bichen Jue, but the dust never fell on his pure-colored clothes.

It has been said that he is the moon god, in front of him, if he wants to, everything will stop.

Under the curved water, the lantern with blue and purple tassels was cut off by a hand.

While scrutinizing it, a fellow traveler leaned over with surprise on his face: "This lamp is woven with spiritual power?"

"It's Hualao's lamp." The young man's eyes saw far away, and a light hem of clothes and two or two black hairs had just disappeared.

"Hua Lao?"

"A man who can read people's hearts."

"Amazing."

"Zi Shu, it's time to go back." The young man turned his head and smiled softly.

He felt... terrible.

"Brother, show me what this person wrote?"

The young man didn't want to say more, but put the lantern into his sleeve.

"Even though the lanterns are good, why would you earn a ring..."

The lamps and candles were flickering, and the young man's eyes flickered with a gloomy gleam.

He didn't say that Hua Lao's lamps were only sold to those who interested him.

The tenth peak of the Lingxiao Sect is the cave of the elder Binglan during the extinction period of the ice-type Tianlinggen.

This place is covered with ice and snow all year round, but it contains rich ice-type aura, making it an excellent place for cultivation.

Yan Jiayouqian climbed slowly, passing the enchantment set by Binglan himself, without disturbing the owner at all.

The bone-chilling air was blowing towards the face, and the spiritual grass along the way was covered with a layer of frost, turning into crystal clear ice crystals, but alive and well.

So cute.

The ice is getting thicker and the wind is getting weaker and slower.

When approaching, the slightly swaying enchantment in front of you can be vaguely seen.By propping up the world of avoiding objects, the inner barrier can be removed, and you can still see the snow-capped peak when you look up.

Entering the inner palace, one suddenly sees a cave made of ice and snow, reflecting an exquisite cold light.

Everyone in the world knows that Elder Bing Lan is a cultivator madman, who stays in the depths of the cave all the year round for retreat and practice, unless it is not a major event, he will not go out for years.

A silver "memory" in the shape of a small snake crawled along the edge of the cave, hovering beside a monk with white hair and childlike face, who was sitting cross-legged.

Just wait for the monk to wake up and tamper with his memory when his consciousness is the weakest, and implant his consciousness of existence.

Ten years, for a monk, is fleeting.

The plot officially begins.

Zongmen Dabi.

Everyone knows that due to her long-term practice of the Ice Element, Bing Lan has a cold temper, shallow desires, and is a martial arts idiot.

He only participates in a big competition once in a while, and as long as he leaves the customs, he will definitely be persuaded to accept him as an apprentice.

Binglan is serious and doesn't like to deal with such complicated and mundane matters, so every time she wants to talk about this matter, she throws up her sleeves and races away.

But during this big competition, he told the senior brother in charge that he happened to meet a mortal more than ten years ago, and he had given his identity card to that person.

This is what it means to have already appointed the chief disciple.

Although Ling Xiaozong is only a second-class sect, it is also the highest rank in this continent.

Almost all the proud sons of heaven in this continent are accommodated here. Regardless of talent, character, and patience, there are also better ice-type heavenly spirit roots. Why...

This one didn't like it, but hastily found a mortal instead?

As long as the elders heard him say this confidently, they would be unhappy, and all the knives, hard and soft, would poke at him.

Bing Lan likes to be quiet, and she is the most impatient to listen to so many words. As the one with the highest cultivation level in Lingxiao Sect, when the air is released, even the head of the sect feels the coldness.

"Ahem!" The headmaster looked at the juniors sitting there warningly.

The elders all turned their heads.

They can't beat Bing Lan.

Bing Lan's cultivation base is higher than theirs, and she is a thieves, and she doesn't take them a little bit.

Bing Lan's complexion turned pale, he nodded to the master, then lowered his head, circulated his spirit energy, and went to practice on his own.

The head holds the forehead, forget it, let him go, just be happy...

Who told him that he was the No. 1 cultivator in the sect?

And where is the chaff, the reckless man, and Jia Youqian now?

In a col on the Five Elements Mountain is located the ruined temple that has sheltered the protagonist from wind and rain for many years.

It is the season when the peach blossoms are just blooming and full of spring. The pink flower buds are tightly surrounded and dotted on the peach branches.

Yan Jiayouqian sat on the corner of the cornice of the temple, hiding his breath, still as noble and elegant as he was on the high chair in the palace.

"Master, this time we will see each other again, I don't know when we will see you again..." The young child clenched the old monk's hand tightly, with tears in his eyes.

"Amitabha, let's go as a benefactor, we will meet again if we are destined." The abbot slowly turned the sandalwood bracelet in his hand, looked at the little novice with a tolerant look, spoke slowly, and had a calm posture, which made people feel no discomfort at all.

"Master, do you want Qu'er?"

"This old monk and the benefactor are done, let's go." The abbot was already in the twilight years, his eyes were clear, and his words were like spring breeze blowing on his face.

"Master... Be a teacher for a day and be a father for life. Master, please accept my apprentice's respect!" The boy finally understood that he had to leave this time, and although he was very reluctant, he did not bother anymore.

"Master, please take care, my apprentice is gone!" Shi Qu respectfully kowtowed his head three times before resolutely leaving. The old monk stared deeply at his back and finally sighed.

At this time, Yan Jiayouqian saw an interesting phenomenon.

When the two turned their backs, the old monk's eyes were gloomy and full of malice, while Shi Qu pursed his lips, but his eyes floated, full of joy and relaxation.

I have learned to pretend at a young age, is it because I noticed the old monk's bad intentions?

In the original book, Shi Qu has the root of Buddha nature and wisdom, why...

Man, what a cunning creature.

Yan Jia Youqian suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a somewhat innocent smile.