Bai Yueguang lost his vest

Spring is not over half, and it is warm and cold.

The wind outside is as sharp as a knife, but this environment is warm and peaceful.

This world was developed by Wangshan Zong with a lot of money. Yushu Qionghua, pavilions and waterside pavilions are everywhere. At a glance, guests are full of guests, pushing cups and sharing cups. It is very lively.

It has been a long time since Wangshanzong held such a feast.

Ever since Lord Ling Xiao went down to the world to cross the world a hundred years ago, Wangshan Sect has no top monks sitting in command. The disciples of the sect don't talk about being a man with their tails between their legs, but they also behave in a low-key and introverted manner, and they don't make any publicity.

But now that a hundred years have passed, Lord Ling Xiao has not only returned from the catastrophe, but has also been promoted to the stage of transforming gods.Naturally, Wangshan Sect has to do a lot of work and spread the word, showing the momentum of the number one sect in the past.

No, Wang Shanzong issued a post to invite guests from all directions, whether they are hostile or friendly, small sects or big forces, all can come to congratulate, and all comers will not be rejected.

The territory of Shenxia Sect is connected to Wangshan Sect. Although the name is not true, but it has received a post.

The master of the Shenxia sect went to Taixu, and the person in charge is senior brother Xie Xiaoyi.With his temperament, he would naturally not give up this opportunity to take advantage of it. Maybe he could still have a relationship with other sects when he went there, so he prepared a small gift and took his junior brother with him.

The distance between the two places is not far, just a short walk.

They were probably the first batch to report on Cengfan. The leading disciples saw that one of them was wearing a mask and the other had a childish face. They didn't look like they came from a serious sect.Hearing the name of Shenxia Sect again, I didn't find any impression after searching, secretly thinking that it might be a small sect, so I politely arranged it in a remote corner.

However, this remoteness has the advantages of remoteness, it is unobtrusive, and it is of the third class, not so particular, and you can hear a lot of gossip.

After drinking for three rounds, you can't help talking.

At the wine table, the favorite thing to talk about is gossip.

These monks are no different from mortal women when their mouths are broken, but they live longer and they gossip more, and they are not limited to their parents.

As big as the demon lord in the west comes to the world, there will be a bloody battle within a hundred years; as small as the wife of the head of the next mountain has an affair with the true disciple... It's really colorful.

Xie Xiaoyi sat in the corner, listening with gusto, echoing a few words from time to time, as if she had forgotten her original intention and was attracted by all kinds of gossip.

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Here we are talking about the details of the wife in charge and the big disciple of the true biography, the details are as if——thank you for the invitation, people are at the scene, and they just got off the flying sword—ordinary.

Xie Xiaoyi picked up a plate of melon seeds and started knocking, but just halfway through the knocking, before the melon seeds husk was spit out, a loud voice suddenly sounded from the side.

"Brother, I saw a person who looks very similar to you!"

You don't need to look, just by hearing the voice, you know it's your own unlucky junior.

Tsk, no eyesight to see.

Didn't you see that he was listening to the two or three things that the teacher and the disciple had to say?It's the critical moment!

Xie Xiaoyi waved her hand, without giving a glance, spat out the melon seeds, and said in disgust, "Go aside—"

Gu Bai persisted: "Brother, I really look like you! Come and see!"

His tone was as excited as if he was going to see a monkey.

Xie Xiaoyi was a little annoyed by the trouble, so she reluctantly gave up the romantic gossip halfway through, and slowly raised her eyes to glance over.

That person should have come to congratulate him too, and there is a lot of distance from Xie Xiaoyi's seat. He is alone in the corner, looking from a distance, his eyebrows are like ink and ink, his skin is fair and soft, he is wrapped in gold and red satin, and he is well-dressed. It's like a wrapped gift.

I don’t know if I don’t look at it, but at this look—it’s really a bit similar.

Gu Bai was still muttering: "He looks a lot like you, right?" He snapped his fingers, "This person is at least [-]% like you, Senior Brother."

"You think it's a dish? It's seven points." Xie Xiaoyi snorted and looked away, "This is not a person."

Gu Bai was puzzled: "Huh?"

Xie Xiaoyi said: "It's not a person, it's a painted skin."

Painted skin is a kind of charm.

Born without facial features, he feeds on portraits of beauties, and he can become whatever he eats.

But the painted skin is beautiful, it will only become the most beautiful.

In ancient times, many monks liked to raise painted skins, letting them devour beautiful portraits and transform them into different appearances.However, due to the fact that the painted skin cannot reproduce, it is difficult to be born, and it is hunted and killed because of its preference, there are not many existing ones, and it is considered a nearly extinct protected animal.

After listening to the popular science, Junior Brother Gu was thoughtful: "This painted skin is the wrong portrait, right?"

Xie Xiaoyi: "?"

Gu Bai said with a smile: "Otherwise, why can't you think about becoming a senior brother?"

Xie Xiaoyi: "..."

Gu Bai didn't notice the danger at all, and asked: "Brother, do you think so?"

Xie Xiaoyi raised her hand and gave Gu Bai a shudder: "It's better to eat more than that!"

Gu Bai hugged his head and let out a howl. After thinking about it, he felt that what the senior brother said was true.Usually, their small sects don't have the opportunity to enter the Wangshan sect, not to mention the rituals are all prepared, so if they don't eat more, they won't be able to pay back their money.

What's more, Wangshanzong is rich and powerful, and the melons and fruits he prepared are all grown in the spiritual fields, which contain spiritual energy, and one piece can be worth three to five years of penance.This is something that I would never dare to think about in the dilapidated mountain gate.

After figuring it out, Gu Bai quickly seized the opportunity to bury his head in hard work.

After finally calming down, Xie Xiaoyi returned to the conversation at the next table.

It's just that I haven't listened to it for a while, and the topic has jumped to other places. Now I'm talking about the host of this banquet--Mr. Ling Xiao.

It is said that Ling Xiaojun was the number one combat force under the starry sky a hundred years ago, which means that wherever the starry sky goes, no one is invincible...

I heard that Ling Xiaojun has a mortal couple, but he is short-lived. Ling Xiaojun is also infatuated, and has always wanted to find Bai Yueguang's reincarnation...

It is said that……

Xie Xiaoyi was listening seriously, Gu Bai sneaked over again, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, I just don't understand, why do you always wear a mask? You don't look uglier than that person."

Listen.

This little junior is really good at talking, if he put it in Zhai Dou Wen, he probably won't be able to survive three sentences.

Xie Xiaoyi gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "How did you talk?"

Can't you say something nice?

Gu Bai was at a loss: "Did I say something wrong?"

"..."

It cannot be said that it is wrong.

It's just that the way he speaks is a bit...beaten.

Gu Bai came back to his senses: "Brother, you haven't said why you have to wear a mask all the time."

Xie Xiaoyi pondered for a moment: "It's a long story."

Gu Bai quickly made a posture of listening attentively, and kept it like a statue for a while, when he suddenly heard Xie Xiaoyi say lazily: "It's too long, I don't want to talk about it."

Gu Bai: "..."

Gu Bai settled down, but Xie Xiaoyi didn't bother to eavesdrop, and raised her hand to feel her cheek.He wore a plain white pottery mask to cover his original face, on which his eyebrows and eyes were drawn with rough brush and ink. He hadn't taken it off for so many years, and he was particularly eye-catching in the crowd at a glance.

As for why you wear a mask?

This matter is really a long story, so long that Xie Xiaoyi didn't even bother to explain.

Xie Xiaoyi and the owner of the Tianji Pavilion had a fateful friendship. As for the Tianji Pavilion, there are a group of quacks who are good at fortune-telling.A hundred years ago, the master of the Tianji Pavilion gave him a fortune-telling, saying that he would have a love calamity within a hundred years, and a careless mistake would not only miss the Dao, but might even endanger his life.

In order to save her life, Xie Xiaoyi found a mortal scholar to marry according to the instructions of the master of Tianji Pavilion. According to the clever plan, as long as she loves her for a hundred years and grows old together, she will survive the catastrophe of love.

But the world is unpredictable, Xie Xiaoyi just fell in love with the scholar, and only three to four percent of the century has passed, the sect Shenxiazong he studied as a teacher encountered a catastrophe, so he could only pretend to die in a hurry to escape.

One day in the sky, one year on the ground.It will be 20 years later when the matter of the sect is over.

Xie Xiaoyi returned to the town again, but what she saw was the scholar and his lonely grave.It is said that not long after he "died", the scholar followed him.

Before the love disaster was over, the husband was short-lived and became a widow first.

Knowing everything, Xie Xiaoyi was filled with emotions, broke through the shackles of her mind in front of the tomb, owed karma, and decided to keep filial piety for her deceased husband for a hundred years.

Afterwards, he went to find the owner of the Tianji Pavilion. He wanted to figure out where the short-lived husband was reincarnated, and then make up for it, so that he will be rich and worry-free in the next life.

It's just that the pavilion master not only kept silent, but also gave him a mask in a mysterious way, which meant that he would wear it for 100 years, if he took it off early, his life would be in danger.

There is always such a thing as life, if you believe it, there will be, if you don't believe it, there will be no.

Xie Xiaoyi not only believed, but also cherished her life. Naturally, she followed the doctor's advice and did not dare to slack off.

But fortunately, there are a lot of monks who have strange and weird problems. It's just a mask, and it's just a breath or two, which is not surprising.

With a lot of thoughts, when Xie Xiaoyi came back to his senses, the home court was already reporting the gift list.

Giving gifts is a technical job.

It can’t be too heavy, it’s not suitable if it’s too heavy, the recipient should think more, and feel that he owes a favor that he doesn’t want to owe; It's a feud.

This gift should be given properly and beneficially, not only by relying on the gift to connect the relationship, but also to show the status and financial resources of the gift giver.

However, these big sects are old-fashioned, and they are very open-minded about what kind of gifts should be given by any sect and status, and there is no impoliteness in reporting the gift list all the way down.

It's just that these gifts are too famous, and people are stunned when they hear them. What kind of thousand-year-old Longyan heart and ten-thousand-year Xuelianrui are numb after hearing it.

The priceless treasures of heaven and earth flowed through like flowing water, with colorful lights and frequent visions.Ling Xiaojun, who could accept the gift, did not say anything, and he didn't even attend the banquet.

Gu Bai was drooling there: "How nice it would be if you gave it to me..."

Xie Xiaoyi poured cold water on him: "Are you awake?"

Gu Bai wiped the corner of his mouth, especially dreaming: "Will we receive so many gifts at the banquet held by the Shenxia Sect in the future?"

Xie Xiaoyi: "Yes."

Gu Bai's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Xie Xiaoyi said coolly, "Dreams have everything."

Gu Bai was like a deflated ball, limp.

After a round of gift list was finally finished, it was the turn of the second batch of sects.

These inferior forces wanted to cling to Wangshanzong, so they gave generous gifts, but their economic conditions were not comparable to throwing money at them, so they could only work hard on ingenuity.

Hearing all kinds of strange gifts, Gu Bai was curious: "Brother, what gift did we give?"

Xie Xiaoyi: "Have you ever heard of a saying - Goose feathers are sent thousands of miles away, the gift is light and the affection is heavy?"

So it doesn't matter what gift you give, as long as you want it.Anyway, no matter what they gave, no one noticed their small sect of Shenxiazong.

Gu Bai said "Oh", and suddenly realized: "So you gave me a goose feather, senior?"

Xie Xiaoyi: "...you shut up."

He clearly expressed one meaning - this junior brother is hopeless, let's give up.

The atmosphere between the two was silent for a moment, and the name of the gift sent in the distance could be heard more clearly.

"Thousand Gold Pavilion, one hundred shark pearls, one white jade coral, one painted skin—"

painted skin.

When the monks under the seat heard about this gift, they even made a little commotion.

After all, the painted skin has disappeared for many years and only exists in books, which has attracted the attention of many people.

Xie Xiaoyi immediately looked at the opposite water pavilion.

I saw the painted skin who had a seven-point likeness with him stood up, and Tingting walked out gracefully.Probably because of her charming nature, walking like a willow supporting her waist, she is naturally charming.

It turned out to be a gift.

Xie Xiaoyi was puzzled, you just gave the painted skin, but there are so many beauties in the cultivation world, why would you give someone who is similar to him.

How bad this look must be!

The author has something to say: Gong is Ling Xiaojun

Thank you Xiaoyi

This is probably a story of, "I thought my husband was dead, I thought my wife was dead, I thought I was being used as a substitute, I didn't want a substitute but someone chose to give it to me".

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