[Liu Li Meiren Sha] I am awakened by the double standard brothers every day

[Two Thirteen]

In the twinkling of an eye, it was the end of Yin time, and the terrain of Xuyang Peak was extremely high, and I could already see the halo that was about to rise after the rosy glow, and if I went back to the sky at this time, I was afraid that I could bump into Lord Pleiades shift.

Si Ming wrote the book all night, but when he wrote the new book, he lost his inspiration. He deleted, deleted, and revised it. It was only after dawn that the two pages were published, and he was a little bit dispirited. While making tea, I suddenly heard the emperor who was still writing at his desk say,

"From now on, you don't need to come to Xuyang Peak at night again."

"Emperor?"

Hao Chen nodded at him, and signaled Si Ming to put the teacup aside, after all, it is a mortal body, even if it takes immortal medicine day and night, it will still be slightly damaged.

"You and I both know that the daily memorials of the heavens are not so urgent, they have to be approved every day." In this room,

Only the Dragon Boat Festival is a mortal, so there is no recollection.

In fact, there is a reason for the saying that one day in the sky and one year in the ground are not without reason.

The year is the record, and all the immortals and gods in the heavens will record their work in 500 or 1000 years, and they will report their work in person.

What about criticizing melodies?

I'm afraid that there is no emperor in the world who has endless official documents to approve almost every night like him.

Two years ago, he approved all the explanations about the remnants of demons from the lands of mountain gods from all over the millennium since the defeat of the Shura world.

And other congratulatory performances from the gods.

This was originally for the sake of fascination, he originally thought that this girl could bear the loneliness, or he could arrange to go to Nantian Pixiang Temple in the future

Be a leisurely fairy official in the school's collection of memorials.

Si Ming was somewhat dismayed. Since he took charge of the Siming Hall in the Heaven Realm, he has been serving the emperor every day, or

Taking care of the affairs of the Secretary's Palace, or writing and writing story books in my spare time, I live a very satisfactory life.

For the sake of the little God of War, Pian Dijun jumped into the Immortal Well without telling the Heavenly Emperor and all the immortals in the heavens. He was the only one who knew the truth.

This is wandering around in the sky looking for inspiration, always being asked about the whereabouts of the emperor, hide in the palace, and feel cold and lonely,

Even though I am in the mortal world, I can still serve the Emperor every day and accumulate materials, so why not do it?

Haochen put the pen on the shelf, let the ink on the thick stack of heart formulas and formulas of the Dao Ruqing Jue faint dry, and got down by himself

Move your body, watch Si Ming busily arranging the melodies, suddenly pick him up and put it on the table before you can put it away

The scroll page, I saw dripping ink on it wrote,

He is a cold emperor who stands high above all beings,

She was the little flower fairy who was enlightened by him and vowed to repay her kindness.

If the shore of the water is the origin of a dream.

The common people of the three realms, the number one god of war in the heavens, it turns out that she is just the most...

Before finishing the rest, Si Ming turned his head and saw Hao Chen frowning silently reciting the above words, frightened out of his wits

Scattered, he rushed over to snatch the paper, and crushed it with magic power in an instant.

Turning back tremblingly, hearing the emperor's way

"You are very interesting, even I dare to arrange it." There was some displeasure in the words, but the thunder was loud and the rain was little, and Dijun usually didn't like to care about these things.

"No, I dare not. Isn't this looking for inspiration?" Si Ming smiled apologetically. The words written in the heavens were originally written because the material was too real.

He is often blocked by some gods to settle the accounts, but he is cunning, either the name is homonymous, or the prototype male

He can always escape the gender swap of the female fairy.

The man in Tsing Yi snorted, and passed by with one eye open and one eye closed.

He didn't drink the usual tea that Si Ming specially brewed from the heavens, but silently drank a cup of tea that had been cooled down for a long time.

Baishui, get up and take off your clothes behind the screen to take a bath.

Bathing in warm soup is enjoyable, but taking a cold bath in the early morning is torture. It is the season of chilly spring in the mortal world. Si Ming Xingjun huddled by the table and shivered silently for God, but he still couldn't help admiring the emperor. Mentally tough.

Ordinary Hao Chen's body has already been washed to the marrow by the Book of Changes, and he has been trained by the emperor to become a pure Yang half-celestial body, but he really hasn't lost a day, taking an ice bath every morning to exercise his body.

"Where is Xuanji now?"

Dijun whispered from behind the screen,

"Now that we have arrived at Gao's City, there have been several times before when the remnants of Tianxu Hall invaded, but the little God of War was protected by divine power, and Yu Sifeng and others from Lize Palace walked together. There was no danger, and no one was injured. "

"They went to Gao's Mountain?"

"Yes."

Hao Chen remained silent.

A few days ago, a letter came from the family of the Dragon Boat Festival, saying that the son was chosen by the fairy girl of Gaoshi Mountain to go to cultivate immortals. Therefore, he wanted to ask Shaoyang, the great sect of cultivating immortals, to help him, and discuss with that immortal whether he could take his son back.

The words in the letter were actually more straightforward. The mother spoke bluntly, thinking that the captives in Gaoshi Mountain were probably not gods, but more like monsters, so I asked him to find a way to help.

Speaking of the communication between the two, in fact, there has been a relationship for a long time.

After the Hairpin Conference, Haochen and Xuanji went up to practice on the mountain with Xuanji at the Dragon Boat Festival. After a few months, some letters or parcels were brought back to the mountain by the disciples who went down the mountain to buy them. Orphans, but there are always some like Duanwu or Duanying who are willing to practice, and their families always send something during the holidays.

But the two little girls, Duanwu and Xuanji, were very naughty that day, and while he was not paying attention, they secretly broke his restriction and drank the few altars of grape wine inside. Two altars of immortal wine that could get drunk, the two drank until they became limp and turned into mud, and even ran to the cliff, which was extremely dangerous, and he caught him right away, and locked the two drunks together in the room to sober up.

So the package that said the mother sent by the Dragon Boat Festival passed his hands.

If Haochen was an ordinary person, or simply a pure immortal cultivator, he might not be able to tell, but his intuition over the years was still jumping sharply, so he unpacked the package, in order not to Many Xianli trials.

Sure enough, it was the puppet secret curse again.

Afterwards, the same package and letter came several times. I don’t know how stubborn the sender was. The direction of sending the letter became Gaoshi Mountain, the hometown of the Dragon Boat Festival. The folk name of the Dragon Boat Festival became more and more realistic.

Hao Chen just blocked them all and destroyed them with a fire curse.

But the crazy people behind the scenes also made him think about this girl's mortal family.Although a cultivator should not be entangled in mortal emotions, such as practicing Dao Wuqing Jue, he knows that if he wants to become a fairy like him, he must abandon useless emotions and be ruthless and desireless, but mortals are mortals after all.

He still remembers the kindness of his master, and the brother and sister friendship with Xuanji Duanwu. It is not easy to let Duanwu let go of his family affection for a while. He originally wanted to practice slowly for the rest of his life, but if the enemy used it instead, I am afraid that he would also develop hostility and deviate from the right path .

If you want to do it, do it well.

The elder brother on Xuyang Peak took the trouble to write greeting cards by himself every six months, preparing gifts and sending them to the home of junior sister Gao Shishan. He didn't write any details in the greeting cards, only polite words in daily exchanges, and occasionally said These Dragon Boat Festival cultivation progress and personality life, this back and forth, it has been a full four years.

"Since that's the case, there's no need to send Duanying Duanming, let Duanwu solve it by himself." Anyway, this is probably the last time she will meet with Mortal's family again.

Hao Chen thought this way, under the snow-like handsome face, there was finally a smile that showed a certain chance of winning.

The author has something to say:

The more I write in the past, the more boring I feel. I don’t think the previous articles are as good-looking. It may be that this article does not know why it uses a single perspective, so the more I write, the more boring it is. This chapter begins to restore multiple perspectives. I hope the writing can improve, come on.