Prosperous Beauty System

The dark clouds have cleared, and the golden light is hidden in the clouds.

A flying crane spread its wings and hovered over the Xianyou Palace, like a silver light falling on the curled eaves of the hall.

This hall is solemn, majestic and majestic. When a visitor passes through the mist among the cliffs and green forests, he accidentally raises his head and his heart skips a beat for no reason.

"That hall is so beautiful." The ten-year-old boy was being held by someone, and he was looking at the halls on the other side with his clean eyes.

The cold-clothed monk who was leading him lowered his head, and his voice was soft to the younger disciples, "That's the residence of the Taoist sect."

The little disciple just joined the Taoist sect two days ago, and he is young, just because he is curious about everything, so Lu Yan's heart softened a little.

"Daozong?" The little disciple Jiang Qin scratched his head, obviously he didn't know who Daozong was.

Lu Yan rubbed his head, "It's Qingliu Yuanjun."

Jiang Qin's eyes widened, "Qingliu Yuanjun?"

Lu Yan smiled, like a flash in the pan, "Qingliu Yuanjun is Taiwei Daojun's senior brother, you will see him in a few days."

Jiang Qin didn't understand.

Lu Yan said again, "Although you come from Li Beijiang's family, Daoist Taiwei always likes to be quiet. If you have nothing to do on weekdays, you must not disturb Daoist, do you understand?"

"...Then disciple, can you still see Daoist Taiwei?" Jiang Qin was very obedient, remembering everything the master said in his heart.

"If the Lord Dao has something to do, he will summon him." After saying this, Lu Yan stopped talking.

The master and apprentice walked through the green forest, followed the gravel path, and walked across several bridges to the Luoyue Hall.

The gurgling water under the bridge looks like someone playing in the water, which is quite pleasant.

When Jiang Qin was crossing the bridge, he looked around. At the bottom of the steep cliff, there was a servant in a gray robe carrying a bucket of stream water, struggling to walk towards the hidden stone steps at the bottom of the cliff.

Jiang Lin was very curious, "Master, there are people under the cliff."

Lu Yan followed his gaze, "That's the servant who served the master's uncles, you will see many of them in the future."

Among the green pines and cypresses, under the green bamboo path, there is a hidden path of mossy stone steps winding up from the bottom of the cliff.

The servant carried water, walked to the top of the cliff, put down the wooden bucket, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Several monks passed by together, and the servants saw it from a distance, and hurriedly left with the wooden bucket.

"I heard that Daozong has already left the Heavenly Lair Realm, is this true or false?"

"I don't think it may be true. If Taoist sect really left the customs, why is it still missing?"

"...But that day, there was clearly a golden light in the sky..."

Some of the monks showed fear and said, "Don't talk too much, Qianfu Mountain is coming soon."

The rest were silent.

Not to mention how great the golden light was outside the Xianyou Palace that day, and how the monks in the hall were waiting, the Taoist Qingliu Yuanjun just disappeared.

Several senior Taoist ancestors guessed something, and left the palace with their disciples on the spot, leaving only Qing Suo standing in Xianyou Palace.

As the closed disciple of the Taoist ancestor who has already traveled to the immortals, Qing Suo is quite majestic in the Taixu spiritual realm, otherwise the few Taoist ancestors who have lived for thousands of years would not believe her words.

Now two days have passed, and the dozen or so children brought back from Li Beijiang's house have also joined their respective masters and are about to draw their energy into their bodies.

……

Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace, which is far away from Xianyou Palace, is hidden in the thick mist of green bamboos. Different from Xianyou Palace, Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace is even more majestic and majestic.

The servant carried the water and walked through the gravel path, then around a misty bamboo forest, and finally arrived at the gate of Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace.

At this time, in this majestic palace, only a few servants were cleaning the main hall.

Taiwei Daojun Xijing, this statement is true.

The servant carried the wooden barrel to the sleeping hall, with fear in his eyes, "Mr. Dao, the water is here."

A few suppressed coughs came from inside, "Come in." The voice was light and calm, with jade-like coldness.

The servant pushed open the door of the palace, and walked in with the wooden barrel, not daring to look up.

The decorations in this sleeping hall are all cold, without a trace of warmth.

The screen made of ice silk depicts lifelike flowers, birds, fish and insects, and on the cloud bed, there is a person leaning sideways.

"Dao Jun." The servant stood in front of the couch, holding a basin of water in both hands.

This water is not some rare alpine spring water, but a worthless stream under the bridge outside Xianyou Palace.

The young man known as Daojun raised his head, his face was like flowers and trees piled up with snow, like a cloud of smoke.

That glance was like a cold star and a moon, full of melancholy and indifference.

This natural face will take away the souls of many people.

The servant choked for breath and hurriedly lowered his head.

Xie Weiyan sat up, with long sleeves hanging down from the couch, just like the black hair winding behind him, it was very noticeable.

"Bring it here," he said.

The servant carried it over.

Xie Weiyan stretched out his hand and probed inside with his fingertips, "It's cold."

The servant lowered his shoulders and lowered his head.

Xie Weiyan frowned, "Is the bath full?"

"It's full." The servant replied with trepidation.

"Take it in."

Xie Weiyan gave him a sideways glance, and then lay down on the cloud couch again.His long hair was as black as splashed ink, and the black hair made his skin fairer and more delicate, and even his slender white fingers were like green onions.

And this green finger is picking up the soup that has been placed on the side table for a long time, pressing it to his lips to drink.

Xie Weiyan drank the medicine slowly and gracefully. His slender fingers rested on the rim of the bowl, and the silhouette under the eyelids was particularly moving.

I can't name the medicine, but it is extremely bitter. Xie Weiyan drank more than half of it, put the porcelain bowl back on the low table, and never looked at it again.

The servant filled the bath with water, apologized and retreated.

Xie Weiyan closed his eyes and rested for a while, feeling a cold and familiar aura beside him, and slowly opened his eyes.

There was nothing in those eyes except melancholy and indifference.

Jiang Lin sat beside him, wearing a cold Taoist robe, a black crown, and his face was as cold and handsome as ever.

"Why don't you drink the medicine?"

With the long sleeves draped over the edge of the couch, Jiang Lin picked up the bowl of medicine on the short table.

Xie Weiyan turned his head away, refusing the man's gesture of feeding the medicine.

"If you are angry, just hit me, don't make fun of your own body."

Xie Weiyan hated him so much, he immediately turned into a folding fan and attacked Jiang Lin.His body has already healed due to the emperor's ointment, and he does not hesitate to strike at this moment.

However, before he could sacrifice the magic weapon, Jiang Lin had already dismissed all his attacks lightly.

Xie Weiyan was humiliated by him in the past few days, and he never even couldn't get out of the room, and he was already terrified and hated in his heart.

He has someone in his heart, so how can he tolerate what Jiang Lin did to him? For Xie Weiyan, this is undoubtedly a betrayal of Nalan Yanran.

He was afraid and hated at the same time, and his heart was in a mess.

Afraid that Nalan Yanran would hate him and hate him in the future, and hated Jiang Lin for forcing him regardless of his wishes.

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Recently, I have been ups and downs, and I am terrified when I see it, and I dare not drive the stroller.

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