The only way

For three full years, there was no news from the Immortal Palace, and Ning Buyuan had just been sanctified in Kyushu, and he was trembling.

Due to this form, Ning Buyuan invited various sects and families to attend the young apprentice's coronation ceremony.

Xu Quexuan had been in Xiaotiandi for three years, after he came out, Ning Buyuan saw that he was already at the age of a weak crown, in the prime of his life.Wearing a green shirt, he is tall and straight, with a temperament like jade, which is pleasing to the eye.

Xu Quexuan knew that Ning Buyuan hadn't used his spiritual body to follow him in the past three years, so he was still in a daze.

"Disciple pays homage to Master." Xu Quexuan bowed, never thinking that Ning Buyuan would lift him up with his own hands, and said: "It's okay, tomorrow is the crowning ceremony, don't let anyone who comes to challenge him."

As soon as Ning Buyuan came out of Xiaotiandi, Ning Buyuan made so many things for him, really... Xu Quexuan said: "Master, it is really inappropriate for me to be so aggressive."

"Why, do you still want to question me?"

"It's not questioning, it's just persuasion..." Xu Quexuan's voice became weaker as he spoke, Ning Buyuan's eyes became more and more unkind, and he quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake.

Ning Buyuan was not angry, instead he said to him earnestly: "You are about to reach the crown, and you should know what to say and what not to say."

Xu Quexuan thought to himself, it is absolutely fine to be your ancestor at my age.

Ning Buyuan took him to the next door to his bedroom, Xu Quexuan asked casually: "Master, where is Senior Brother An?"

"Retreat, hit the rank of honor."

Suddenly, he realized that he, who had just been promoted to the realm of the spirit king, had embarrassed the Demon God Palace.

A maid stood here, placing many hair crowns on the table.After ordering the maid to go down, Ning Buyuan picked out a silver cicada-wing hair crown, gesticulated twice on his head, and threw it aside.

Whether it was made of gold or silver or the white jade crown, Ning Buyuan seemed to dislike it, and finally his eyes rested on the copper-colored phoenix-shaped crown, which was inlaid with lustrous jasper.

Xu Quexuan hurriedly said: "This is not suitable."

"Why doesn't it fit?" Ning Buyuan directly put it on for him, forming a water mirror. The person in the mirror had red lips and white teeth, willow eyebrows and almond eyes. Xu Quexuan couldn't help but want to boast that he was handsome.

"There is a custom in Donglan Prefecture that you don't wear green on your head."

"why?"

"..." Xu Quexuan thought to himself why there are so many reasons, if you have the ability, you go out with a cuckold every day.

Ning Buyuan took it off impatiently, and said: "This is also Donglan's custom, what's the crown ceremony, what if the hair is disheveled?" Just now, the pull was a bit strong, and there were still a few strands of hair hanging from the crown.

Xu Quexuan really didn't understand the customs of demon cultivators. Since there was no crown ceremony in the first place, why did they have to do it? Is it just to deter other aristocratic sects?

Xu Quexuan quickly took it and said, "No, it's pretty good-looking, this is it..."

Only then did Ning Buyuan's expression soften, and he took out a hairpin with flowing divine patterns. "The power contained in it is equivalent to a full-strength strike of a saint. Don't use it until the critical moment." After all, a saint's full-strength strike can hurt others as well as himself.

Hanmozhou Xiangong, the sound of the piano is graceful.

"Stop playing." Zhongli Yin held the long sword in front of Nan Lingyi, who smiled helplessly and put away the long piano, "Zhongli, do you really think the sound of my piano is terrible?"

Zhongli Yin put away his sword, closed his eyes and meditated without saying a word.

"Patriarch, this is "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix", right?" Nan Luozi sat beside him, "Who created this song?"

"An insignificant space somewhere in the lower realm."

"It sounds like the name is played for a lover. Patriarch, can you tell me about its origin? I've been stuck in this dark room all day, and I'm almost stupid."

Nan Lingyi smiled and said: "There was a man named Sima Xiangru who resigned from office and returned to his hometown because of unwillingness. His friends invited him to have a dinner at Zhuo Wangsun's house. That night, Zhuo Wenjun, the daughter of Zhuo Wangsun, watched him from behind the screen. Because the two admired each other, he discovered that Zhuo Wenjun's later work "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" expressed his admiration, and the two fell in love with each other from then on."

"What does resignation mean?" Nan Luozi realized that she couldn't understand. "There is also 'Sima', which seems to be the surname of Guixiu."

"That world is the same as the demon cultivator, and still retains the secular kingship, and the double surname is not necessarily the ghost cultivator's surname." Nan Lingyi explained patiently, and finally glanced at Zhongli Yin.

"Oh, they must be very happy."

"Zhuo Wenjun later wrote a poem called "White-headed Yin", in which there is a sentence 'I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated', which has been passed down for a long time."

"Since none of them are monks, have they grown old?"

"This poem was probably written when the two were separated. Sima Xiangru found another concubine after his fortune. After reading this letter, Sima Xiangru was deeply moved, and he reunited with Zhuo Wenjun," Nan Lingyi said. Wan took out the pen and paper and drew on the steps.

Nan Luozi said dissatisfied: "Patriarch, what do you care about him, that piano is really good."

"Hypocritical." Zhongli Yin commented.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense if you don't know how to appreciate it." Nan Luozi was very angry, and she also stayed away from this person, for fear that he would violently hurt others.

"This song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" is true or false, and no one can tell now." Nan Lingyi wrote a painting, and after a while, there was a tree of wintersweet on the paper, and the person under the tree had loose long hair and was dressed in white. .The thick dai in the distant mountains makes this person even more beautiful.

Seeing this painting, Nan Luozi couldn't help asking: "Patriarch, do you have a favorite fairy? The one who wants to form a couple of monks."

"Not yet."

Suddenly, there was a change in the coffin, as if someone wanted to break out of the restriction, Zhong Liyin got up and set up the formation again. "In at most two years, the seal here will be broken."

Nan Lingyi nodded. Over the past three years, there have been frequent movements in the coffin, and recently it has become more frequent.With the eyesight of the two of them, it is natural to see that the person in the coffin has been given some kind of taboo secret technique. Once the coffin is broken out, the consequences will be disastrous.

In the evening, Xu Quexuan didn't see Ning Buyuan, he expected that he was in the bedroom, cooked a table of sumptuous meals, and waited outside the door with the food box.Sensing his presence, Ning Buyuan asked someone to come in directly.

Entering Ning Buyuan's dorm for the first time, Xu Quexuan still felt a little excited for no reason.

In front is the study room, Xu Quexuan put food on the table and opened the food box, Ning Buyuan was barefoot, and after sitting down, he took the chopsticks and said vaguely: "Who asked you to come to the bedroom?"

"I asked the maid outside the main hall, and she said that you are in the sleeping hall."

"As a teacher, I haven't been able to figure out where the barrier of the fourth level of the Holy Spirit is. You will stay tonight and practice with the teacher." It was rare for Ning Buyuan to speak so softly.

"Oh... what?" Xu Quexuan suspected that he had heard wrong, "Shuangxiu?"

Ning Buyuan sneered: "I'm thinking about some dirty thoughts again."

"Master, let's put it in a more tactful way. This disciple has a thin skin and doesn't want to listen to this." Xu Quexuan said seriously.

With a mouthful of soup in his mouth, he almost spit it out, making Ning Buyuan's face turn red.Xu Quexuan hurriedly bowed his head to pick up the rice and said silently: don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep.

The silence lasted until the two had finished eating.Xu Quexuan put the things on the table away, handed them to the maid outside, took the face towel and hot water from her hand, and waited on Uncle Ning carefully.

"Being a disciple is really a waste of talent, and male favorites are suitable for you."

"..." The logic of these words is completely different, Xu Quexuan pretended not to understand.

Behind is the bedroom. Every inch of the bedroom is covered with thick blankets, which are extremely comfortable to step on.Ning Buyuan asked him a question: "To bathe together or wait to be a teacher?"

"The disciple is upright and has a clear conscience. If the master invites him, he will naturally serve the master to take a bath together." The implication of Xu Quexuan's words is that Ning Buyuan has something wrong in his heart.

Ning Buyuan directly threw the towel on his head: "Don't delay."

There is a small pool in the bathroom, which draws water from the cold spring above Qiongyu Peak, filled with aura.

When he reached Ning Buyuan's realm, his whole body was pure and clean, so he naturally didn't need to bathe, so this spring water was mostly for Xu Quexuan's practice.

As soon as he entered the water, he felt icy cold.

"Operate the spiritual power for an hour." After Ning Buyuan said, he closed his eyes first.

"Master..." Xu Quexuan took a breath of cold air. The more his spiritual power circulated in the water, the colder it became. Under the extreme cold, his meridians contracted, and even the circulation of his spiritual power began to stagnate. He could only rely on him to clenched his teeth.