Prosperous Beauty System

The lights are still on, lingering the bright moonlight outside the window.In the incense burner, the medicinal effect of "Mei Luo Xiang" has almost dissipated, leaving only a little charcoal fire.

Mottled light under the bed.Xie Weiyan's black hair was spread out, and she was spread around with plain long sleeves, with only one hand supporting the bamboo pillow.His face was tired, his long eyelashes drooped, "It turns out that you are still doubting me."

Qingliu knew he was wrong, "I am ashamed of you." He stood up, "It's late at night, go to sleep."

Seeing him turn around to leave, Xie Weiyan reached out to grab his long sleeve in panic, "Don't you ask?"

Qingliu paused, "Ask what?"

He already knew what he should know, and Xie Weiyan never revealed what he shouldn't know.Since he wanted to hide it, he didn't ask.

Xie Weiyan lowered his head, his thoughts were chaotic and bitter, "I know you have been suspecting the origin of this child, I—" he said this, suddenly didn't know what to say.

Qingliu asked, "What do you want to say?"

Xie Weiyan lowered his eyes, and let go of Qingliu's sleeves, which had been tightly clenched, "I'm going to sleep."

The gauze shadow swayed, and Qingliu's expression appeared dark and unclear in the smoldering candlelight, "Tomorrow, I will wait for your reply."

There were layers of tulle hanging beside the bed, and Xie Weiyan curled up at the corner of the bed, even though she was covered with a warm quilt, it seemed like she was in the cold winter.His heart was twisted like a knife, but he had nowhere to vent.

Looking back at the night, the fairy spirit is lingering.

In the misty clouds, three thousand golden lights spread out, and flying cranes circled.

Outside the Xianyou Palace Dojo, it is like star dew falling, and the branches and leaves of the spiritual grass and flowers are swaying, with fluorescent spots, lining the foggy cliffs of the pontoon bridge, like a fairyland.

On the Fushan Mountain, there are pine branches, verdant cypresses and wisterias like clouds.Under the chain of thousands of iron cables, the ascending fairy ladder is hidden in the mountains and rivers, looming.

A few cranes flew from afar from the end of the cloud, and landed in the sea of ​​fog on the top of the cliff with a vigorous posture.With a flash of silver light, Danxiu, who was dressed in white and fluttering in his robes, appeared beside the flying crane. The young monk with a calm expression flicked his whisk and stepped forward, and saw the sea of ​​fog on the top of the cliff gradually recede.

"Stay!" An ethereal voice came from the clouds.

The young monk paused in his footsteps, and looked around persistently. He saw a fire pattern on his forehead, and a white-clothed Kundao with elegant eyebrows, riding the wind and riding a sword.

The crease between the eyebrows of the visitor was the same as his, Danxiu's expression tightened, and he raised his hand in a junior salute, "I've seen my uncle."

Nv Dao Kun fell to the ground holding her sword, and stepped forward with a smile on her face, "Why do you need to be so polite today? My nephew is going to Taiwei Daojun?"

Danxiu respectfully said, "Your Majesty has orders, so don't dare to delay."

The female cultivator nodded, "I also want to go to Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace, if my master and nephew don't dislike it, why don't we go together?"

Danxiu was startled, "Uncle Master is serious." After saying that, he stepped aside, "Uncle Master, please."

The two went to climb the fairy ladder.Climbing the Immortal Ladder, as the name suggests, is like a ladder going straight up to the sky, with the sea of ​​clouds and Qiongqiang on the way, and the golden light of flying cranes will not be repeated.

Watching the sun and watching the night is the orthodox tradition of the Taixu Spiritual Realm for thousands of years, with many rules and strict rituals.Those who have realms in the fairy gate, come and go like a mortal market this day, exchanging experiences in various Daochang.

Therefore, before the two of Danxiu arrived at Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace, they saw an endless stream of monks coming with swords in the sea of ​​clouds, and the pontoon bridge was full of people.

The cliff is full of pear blossoms and wisterias are like clouds.

"...The ten-year round of going back to the night, no wonder it's so lively." Kun Dao nun held the whisk and said with a smile.

Dan Xiu raised his eyebrows, "It is heard that the Shang Qingzong also sent disciples here this time."

"The Emperor of the Qing Dynasty never cares about ordinary things." Nvxiu Kun Dao shook her head and walked to the other side of the pontoon bridge, "If you really send disciples here, I'm afraid the drunkard's intention is not to drink."

Danxiu agreed in his heart. Seeing Nv Dao Kun swaying and disappearing into the sea of ​​people, he followed with a flick of the whisk.

……

Looking at each other across the sea of ​​clouds, the majestic and majestic palace on the edge of the cliff is indescribably wonderful.As if surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers, golden light gathers.

In Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace, the handsome Jianxiu was sitting in the hall holding the scriptures in one hand and a pen in the other, copying "Taiyuan Tongyuanlu" on the rice paper with a cold expression.

The screen outlined by ice silk covered his cold figure, Taiwei copied for a moment, put down his pen, and flicked his fingertips on the rice paper, turning it into little fluorescent light and melting it.

"What time is it?"

Daotong Gao held the Cambodian book and stood in the hall, not daring to raise his head, "It's time to go back to Daojun."

Taiwei stood up, and walked to the front of the hall holding a volume of scriptures.The door of the vermilion hall opened wide, and in the mist, there seemed to be a stern sword intent breaking through the mist, sending golden light from the clouds.

Under the circling cranes, beside the ancient pines and green cypresses, there are several elegant, upright and heroic young monks standing on the dojo.The minor cultivators are still young, and they are as agile as spring onions. Even wearing cumbersome Taoist uniforms and long black hair, they are as beautiful as the morning glow.

Taiwei put the scriptures in his sleeve, looked away from outside the dojo, and asked, "Where is Luyan?"

"Brother went to Taishu Huan Mansion the day before yesterday, but he hasn't returned to the palace yet." Dao Tong replied respectfully.

Taiwei's lips turned pale, "From now on, all the children of the Jiang family will be sent to the outer sect, and there is no need to come to my Miaoyan Palace again."

"Yes." Dao Tong didn't dare to ask further, "The disciple will send someone back to Changlan Peak."

While speaking, an ups and downs voice came from outside the palace gate, "Disciple clears the lock, please see Daoist Taiwei."

Hearing this, Daotong respectfully handed over the Cambodian letter held high in his palm, "Mr. Dao, the Lord of Tianxiu Peak has also arrived."

Tianxiu Peak is the place where alchemy is practiced and taught in the Taixu Spiritual Realm. It is known as the "Holy Land of the Immortal Gate". Not only are all the alchemists upright and elegant, but their aura is also immortal, as if they would ride the wind away at any time.

The master of the peak, Ling Xiaozi, was also an outstanding figure, and his Taoist uniform also gave him a bland appearance. When the disciples saw him, they praised him for being immortal; when the Taoist ancestor saw him, he flung his sleeves and left.

It can be seen that although this person has profound attainments in alchemy, when it comes to dealing with people, he is like an elm lump.

The golden light opened the way, and the flying cranes greeted them.

Ling Xiaozi followed Qingsuo, and walked towards the main hall under the envious eyes of all the Jiang family's children.

Miaoyan Palace is located on the sea of ​​cliffs and fog, and is built on the mountain.White walls and black tiles, layers of palaces, commensurate with the black mountains and white waters beside it, and it is even more majestic.

Although it was not the first time for Ling Xiaozi to meet Taoist Taiwei, but for some reason this time, he always had an ominous premonition in his heart, so he was very uneasy.Under the guidance of Dao Tong, the two walked through the veranda palace and came to a vermilion hall door.

"The disciple has met Daoist Taiwei!"

"The disciple has met Daoist Taiwei!"

On the long steps, a cold figure reflected on the smooth ground made of jade.

Daoist Taiwei sat in the hall, his gaze on Ling Xiaozi was cold and indifferent, "I don't know how many disciples Hai has sent to attend the Fa Conference, Ling Xiaozi, I will leave this matter to you."

Ling Xiaozi's heart skipped a beat, "In the past, Senior Brother Lu Yan was the one to take part in the alchemy sessions. The disciples are inexperienced, and I'm afraid it will damage the prestige of the Taoist school."

"No problem." Taiwei said coldly.

Although Ling Xiaozi is the master of the peak, he has never dealt with the common affairs of the peak, so he said urgently, "Dao lord—!"

"Lu Yan is not in the door." Tai Wei said displeasedly, "As the master of Tianxiu Peak, how can you just watch from the sidelines."

Go back ten years.

Ten years ago, I didn't know the sea fought with Tianxiu Peak and became the laughing stock of Xianmen.Ling Xiaozi knew that the visitor this time was not kind, but even though the yam was hot, he had to pick it up.

"...disciple understands."

Only then did Taiwei shift his gaze to Qingsuo beside him, "Danxiu has been clean all the way, and it can't be better for your injuries. From now on, you will stay in Tianxiu Peak, and don't go back to your Yaxi Pavilion again."

"Yes." Qingsuo said respectfully.

"Ling Xiaozi, hurry back to Tianxiu Peak and prepare for the ceremony."

Ling Xiaozi kept complaining, Taiwei said again, "If there is a disciple named Duan Yunshan among the disciples sent by I do not know the sea this time, you need to pay attention to it."

"Surname Duan? But which son of Xianmen?"

Taiwei glanced at him, "Your accomplishments in Dantu lineage are rare in a hundred years, but he has reached the pinnacle."

After noon, preparations were made for the Dharma meetings at each peak, among which the Xianyou Palace was the most lively.

In the depths of the palace, Qingliu stood in front of the bedroom door, his eyes fell on the place where the golden light rose from afar, thoughtfully.

A ray of starlight pierced through the sea of ​​clouds and fell towards the Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace facing each other across the cliff.Qingliu frowned, and cut off Jianxin.

The ice-blue aura crackled on the sword, gradually turning into a few lines of golden lowercase letters.

Qing Liu sighed in his heart after watching it.

This Nalan Yanran only had an oath with Xie Weiyan for a while, but Taiwei was jealous to this point.He restored the sword letter and sent it to Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace.

Xie Weiyan leaned against the door of the hall and panted slightly, because of the child in his womb, his spiritual energy dissipated quickly, but after walking a few steps, his face turned pale from exhaustion.

"Whose sword letter?"

Qingliu turned around and hugged him horizontally, "Taishu Huanfu."

Xie Weiyan was hugged tightly by him, "You don't have to stay with me today when you go back to the sun."

Qingliu seemed to have never heard of it, carried him step by step into the inner room, and put him on the bed, "Now that your cultivation base is exhausted and your body is heavy, don't move around carelessly."

Xie Weiyan stared at him blankly, "Aren't you forcing me?"

Qingliu took off the hairpin for him, the black hair poured down and scattered around the mattress, "When did I force you?"

Xie Weiyan lowered his head, black hair and snow skin, a soul-stirring beauty.

After a long time, he said softly, "I want to go back to Tiancang Demon Land, please let me go."

The shark yarn was removed layer by layer, Qingliu waved his long sleeves, and ignited the flickering charcoal fire in the furnace, "Where's the ceremony of your marriage with Taiwei?"

Xie Weiyan said calmly, "You and I both know that it's nothing more than delusional thinking. I am a demon cultivator, and the most unacceptable of all sects of the immortal sect is the demon cultivator."

Qing Liu sat beside him, "After Su Ye, I will send you away... When the baby is born, you can carry it to me."

Xie Weiyan shook his head, "My son should be raised by me."

"Heavenly Demon Land is not a suitable place for him." Qingliu frowned, "He will definitely enter my Void Spiritual Realm in the future."

Xie Weiyan's fingers turned white, "He won't enter the Void Spiritual Realm."

Qingliu looked at him for a long time, and said, "Choose a name for him."

Xie Weiyan was stunned, and reached out to touch his abdomen with a complicated expression.