Prosperous Beauty System

Qing Suo smiled, raised her hand to hold the cup, "Senior Brother, please." The soft and close-fitting long sleeves fell like flowing clouds, falling on the bamboo mat, like a delicate flower slowly blooming.

She was originally beautiful, although her face was sickly, her manner and conversation were extremely elegant.

Lu Yan frowned, put down the wine glass, "Nonsense."

Qing Zuo restrained her smile, "...brother."

The atmosphere gradually became silent.

"Let me ask you, what good things did you do when you went out of the vast sea that day?" Lu Yan's eyebrows turned cold, without any trace of warmth.

Qing Zuo tightened her fingers, "Qing Zuo doesn't know the meaning of brother's words."

The wind blowing in the distance is no longer gentle, and with a loud crash, it blows the wisteria all over the mountains and plains.

Petals fell like rain, falling on the two of them.

Lu Yan stood up, flicking his sleeves and said coldly, "I didn't know that you had so many thoughts in your heart."

Qing Zuo brushed off the falling flowers on her shoulders, her long eyelashes trembling, "...Senior Brother, it's not all what Senior Brother thinks." While speaking, she didn't dare to look at Lu Yan.

"One month ago, the secret of seeing the sky was covered up, and it really came from you." Lu Yan's heart was always calm, but now he was extremely angry, "I think you will follow me to see Taiwei Taoist one day, and Taoist already knows what you have done. for."

Qing Suo hastily got up and grabbed the corner of Lu Yan's clothes, she was very close to Lu Yan's station, but Zhang Yu'an was separated in the middle, she got up and strode in a hurry, she didn't even notice that Yu's case was overturned on the ground.

"I know senior brother is annoying me, but Qing Suo can swear to God, except for that time, I never saw him again."

Both of them knew who this "he" was.

Lu Yan was furious, and threw Qing Suo away, "You are really obsessed, who is Xie Weiyan? The head of the Heavenly Demon Land! You brought a Demon Lord into the Void Spiritual Realm because you think you are living too comfortably ?!"

Qing Zuo's face was pale, and he lowered his head to defend, "He was seriously injured at that time, even I couldn't beat him—"

"You admire Xie Weiyan?" Lu Yan interrupted her and said coldly.

Qing Suo turned her head and didn't answer directly.

"...Nalan Yanran, what virtue and ability, make him fall in love with each other deeply." Pain and jealousy rolled in her words.

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Let's talk about Qinghua Changle Miaoyan Palace, Xie Weiyan got Jiang Lin's promise, so he went to find a cloud pavilion and waterside pavilion to enjoy the cool air with peace of mind.

The rainy season is approaching, and the daytime is swelteringly hot. Xie Weiyan is a man of cultivation. Although he is not afraid of the cold or the heat, he always feels angry when he sees the red clouds gathering on the clouds and the delicate flowers in the courtyard.

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This is a water pavilion built under the cloud bridge and beside the stream.

The green bamboos and green pines on the cliff are hidden in the mist, and the wisteria is planted under the cliff. When the breeze blows, it is the time when the flowers are dazzling and dizzying.

A slender white hand protruded from the water pavilion, and brushed over the wisteria flowers hanging down from the bank. The shadows of the flowers trembled, faintly, and one could see a figure leaning on the railing.

The sea of ​​flowers in the mist is wonderful, but what makes people's hearts move is the figure hidden in the water of flowers and sea, like a long mist, shrouded in blue smoke.

Xie Weiyan leaned lazily on the railing, the petals fell on the stream, and went downstream.

He was wearing a plain white dress today, with layers of slanted skirts, his wrists were resting on the railing, and his cloud sleeves were also layered. The light fell on him through the wisteria flowers, as if there was a stream of light.

The Taoist boy who was serving him knelt on the bamboo mat, bowed his waist, and held up the tray, "This is the spiritual wine sent by the wine shop today, Daoist, try it."

The tea-colored sake was left to stand in the flagon, and there was a rich fragrance wafting among the flowers and weeping willows. When Xie Weiyan moved his nose, he could smell an extremely sweet and greasy smell.

"It's good wine." He was still leaning on the railing, and his face, which was more dazzling than the golden light in the clouds, turned towards him, as if the clouds were breaking through and the moon was blooming, and the rain of flowers was not as good as his light and calm glance.

Daotong felt suffocated in his heart, but he didn't dare to look up, his breathing was disordered, "...this wine has been brewed for more than 80 years, so let's forget about the side, but the vermilion fruit is very rare."

Xie Weiyan also knew that Zhu Guo was rare, so he rolled up his sleeves after hearing this, stretched out a porcelain white hand that was transparent under the shadow of the flowers, "I'll try it." He picked up a wine glass, covered his sleeves and drank.

Daotong breathed a sigh of relief, and when he smelled the sweet fragrance swaying around, he couldn't help but raised his head and took a sneak peek.

Xie Weiyan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were full of smoke, and he looked at Daotong, "...Want to drink?"

Dao Tong stared at him blankly.

Xie Weiyan smiled slightly, "If you look at me like this again, I will not be happy."

Another gust of gentle wind blows, blowing the hanging strips of blossoming shadows, and wafting away the fragrance of wine in the pavilion.

Daotong squeezed the tray in his hand tightly.

Xie Weiyan teased him a few words, then looked towards the stream with a lonely face.

He was very bored in Taixu Daomen every day, and Jiang Lin's guy was not coaxing, so he took him to the bed when he was free, and tossed him as if there was no tomorrow.

Xie Weiyan was unwilling, and hid from him several times on the grounds that his body hadn't recovered yet.

Halfway through enjoying the cool air, Jiang Lin sent a sword letter.

Accompanied by crackling thunder and lightning, an icy green star burst through the air and stopped in front of the waterside pavilion.

Xie Weiyan got up reluctantly, waving his wide sleeves, like flowing clouds of beautiful jade, he straightened the flower bar and walked out.

The water pavilion is built by the stream, part of it is on the bank, and part of it extends into the water, surrounded by low and flat railings near the water.

Xie Weiyan walked to the platform on the stream, the creases between his brows flashed, and the sword letter standing above the water pavilion trembled a few times.

"Ten miles away, the clouds are moving, and the rays of the sun are accompanied by jade..."

Before Xie Weiyan could understand what Jiang Lin said, the Daoist over there had already pushed aside the wisteria vines and came hurriedly.

"Dao Jun!"

"What are you panicking about?" Xie Weiyan flicked his sleeves, and the wisteria planted on the bank fluttered in the wind, passing by his side.

"Mr. Dao, hurry back to Miaoyan Palace!" The fear on Daotong's face did not seem to be fake, he walked up to Xie Weiyan in a hurry, grabbed his wrist and led him into the water pavilion.

Xie Weiyan didn't notice it for a while, and he came back to his senses when he was brought back to the water pavilion.

"The Dao Lord's cultivation here is suppressed, so hurry back to Taiwei Dao Lord."

While speaking, Daotong tore open the white talisman in his hand, the blue light turned into a sharp arrow, pierced into the ground and turned into light shadows, the light shadows swung twice, and a jade gate rose from the ground.

Not to mention how smooth and beautiful the jade gate was, Xie Weiyan put away the sword letter that Jiang Lin had passed on to him, and his face became condensed.

If it was in the past, that guy Jiang Lin would have come to arrest people in person, and he would never have just passed on the letter of the sword. Something big must have happened to Taixu Daomen.

While his mind was turning, Xie Weiyan had already planned thousands of ways to leave Jiang Lin in his heart.

"Dao Jun!"

Dao Tong over there was still calling him eagerly.

With a slight movement of Xie Weiyan's fingertips hidden in the cloud sleeves, thousands of wisterias were flying, and the rain of flowers was falling more and more violently.

He walked towards Daotong.

Just at this time, the cloud head rose in the sky, the golden light broke through, and there were screams that swayed far away from the clouds.

Xie Weiyan looked up, and through the hanging strips of flower shadows, he saw countless silver lights piercing the sky, and the long tail was dotted with stars.

In an instant, the sea of ​​stars plummeted.

Which cultivator is this one who brings thousands of swords?

The author has something to say: Qingliu Yuanjun's branch line has been opened.

In other words, Ah Yan is not far from the imprisoned unknown sea.

I will get the needle for a few more days, and then try to rescue it.