save white moonlight

Sure enough, Gu Chen did what he said. After summoning Su Qian'er, he didn't know what task he had assigned to Yun Changyue. Su Qian'er hadn't seen Yun Changyue for several days. ---

No longer being suddenly harassed by others, Su Qian'er has lived a particularly comfortable life these days.

Moreover, Senior Sister and Senior Sister Yan also came out from Yikuya. Although she couldn't communicate with them openly in order to pretend to be alienated from them, she was inexplicably relieved to have them outside.

Today is the day when Senior Sister Yan set up an altar to give a sermon under Dayxue Peak. A few days ago, Senior Sister Yan announced this on the bulletin board of the Inner Sect Disciple Hall, and Su Qian'er also got the news early.

Now it’s been a long day, and it’s time for the senior sisters to set up an altar to give lectures. Finally, I can see the two senior sisters. Su Qian’er suppressed the mood of occupying a seat earlier, and waited for You Chunci and the others to come. come to her.

She could not avoid being suspected by the eyeliner of Demon Lord Su You who was hiding somewhere, so she couldn't take the initiative to go and listen to Senior Sister Yan's sermon.But, she can be "helplessly" pulled over by others, so she has already hinted to You Chun to resign a few times, and let them come to her and go with her when the time comes.

However, these few people are too dawdling, Senior Sister Yan saved them anyway, how can you be so inactive in cheering Senior Sister Yan? !

Su Qian'er sat on the futon in the room and pretended to be meditating, but in fact she was quietly picking her fingers.

I don't know how long it has passed, Su Qian'er only felt that the time was extremely long, and finally, she felt the movement outside her courtyard, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Sister Su, is Senior Sister Su here?"

Su Qian'er opened her eyes "slowly", walked to the door "slowly", opened the door, and there were indeed You Chunci, Li Jiayu and Zhen Zhuzhu outside, except that Huang Shiyi was not there.

You Chunci are registered disciples of the inner sect. Although they are not inner sects, they can walk in the inner sect. Yan Zhuguang's lecture does not limit the level of disciples. Anyone who can go can listen to her lecture .

So except for those outer disciples who couldn't come to the inner sect and couldn't even get news, everyone in the inner sect could go.

Zhen Zhuzhu said: "Senior Sister Su, seniors' lectures are especially popular in Fenghua Xianzong. Many disciples have gone early, why are you still dawdling here? If you go late, there will be no place for you."

You Chunci a few, although they are only registered disciples, but with You Fangzhao, the elder stationed abroad, Fenghua Xianzong can't treat them badly, so the small life is quite nourishing, and there are no worries, and the few people have returned to the beginning. The way it looked when it was in Fangqi Palace.

Compared with Fangqi Palace, the Fenghua Xianzong without You Chun's bright and dark exclusion is even more comfortable.

Therefore, they don't have any burdens on them, and they don't look anxious and melancholy at all when they first met them.

Su Qian'er felt that their carefreeness was a bit dazzling, thinking about her suffocated life, plus the irritability of waiting for these people not to come, cast a shadow over her whole body. ---

"I'm practicing."

"It's rare for Senior Sister Yan to give a sermon. We are here to practice behind closed doors. How can we get a word or two from Senior Sister Yan. Senior Sister Su, stop dawdling, let's go!"

Zhen Zhuzhu didn't seem to notice that Su Qian'er was in a different mood, she stepped forward and grabbed her and dragged her away.Su Qian'er pretended to earn a bit, on the surface she was reluctant, but in her heart she walked away happily.

You Chunci looked at Su Qian'er twice more, always feeling that there was something strange about this Senior Sister Su.

But Li Jiayu was chattering endlessly: "We asked Senior Huang to hold a seat for us, and Senior Huang was also very interested in Senior Yan's preaching. After all, he is the strength of the Jindan period, and he can be regarded as an inner sect manager. Let him take the seat It’s always better than our registered disciples.”

After talking, the group went to the foot of Dayxue Peak.

The Rixue Peak was affected by Yunmi Xue Dao, and the peak was covered with snow all the year round. Looking around, the mountainside was covered with white snow.

Since Yun Mixue broke through and distracted, the meaning of the biting cold ice and snow has become more and more intense, not only the cold wind on the mountainside has become more bitter, the white snow has even become more intense.

It spread more than half of the way down, and almost dyed the whole mountain white.

Fortunately, there was still a thread left after all, and the last thread near the foot of the mountain was not turned into a world of ice and snow.

The place where Yan Zhuguang now set up an altar to preach is in a mountain nest under Dayxue Peak.There is no wind blowing in here, although there is a bit of coolness, it is considered comfortable and does not sting.

When Su Qian'er and the others arrived, many disciples had already gathered here.

The master of the ashram specially set up a hundred futons for the people who came to listen to the sermon to sit down, but judging by the number of people gathered now, it is obviously not enough to sit down.

The people who simply came to listen to the sermon also expected this situation, and even brought futons with them. They took out the futons and made them one by one. A legendary young Yuanying Patriarch came to give a sermon.

Huang Shiyi, who had come to occupy a seat earlier, obviously didn't sit on the one hundred futons, although the futons were not full yet.

Those one hundred futons were prepared for one hundred titled disciples. Even if the titled disciples didn't come, the prestigious core disciples would take the lead, so it was never their turn to sit.

Even though this sermon is not limited to class, but it is not the time to listen to the sermon, you can be big or small.

Fortunately, Huang Shiyi still occupied a relatively front position. After finding the person, You Chunci ran over excitedly, put down the futon nearby, and sat down without moving.

"When will Senior Banquet arrive?"

"It is said that it is Chen time to start preaching, it should be soon?"

You Chunci was excited and looking forward to a few speeches.

They have seen Yan Zhuguang's ability before. At that time, this senior Yan was only in the early stage of Jindan, and now he has reached the Nascent Soul stage in just one year. Isn't that too powerful?Isn't the strength of this senior Yan even stronger?

Even if you can't get any breakthrough from Senior Yan's preaching, it's definitely not a loss to come and listen.

They discussed this senior banquet excitedly.

Su Qian'er also wanted to join their discussion and share her excitement.However, she didn't know where Su You's eyeliner was, so she could only hold back and pretend to be cold, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

In order to distract her attention, she stopped listening to You Chunci's conversation and focused on the dojo in front of her.

There seems to be a platform built with countless vine branches and leaves, with clean edges and almost no branches.The table is not too high, neither oppressive nor invisible.

A futon was simply placed on the stage, and there was a long and narrow table in front of it. A jade vase was placed on the table, and a few plants with unknown names were inserted in the vase. They were bare, without leaves or petals.

The layout of the dojo is very simple, but there is a faint sense of natural harmony, blending with the entire mountain nest, as if one.If she didn't look for it deliberately, she almost didn't find the platform.

Su Qian'er stared at the table, looked at the leaves and branches on it, and unconsciously concentrated her thoughts, and couldn't take her eyes off.

There seemed to be some force stuck to her sight. She wanted to break free, but she seemed unwilling to break free. Her eyes lingered on the platform, and some of the detailed textures on it seemed to be gradually enlarged and became clearer.

She seemed to be able to clearly see the veins of each leaf and the fine lines on each branch.His eyes slid across a branch, and there was a small bud bag there, as if feeling her sight, the small bud bag trembled, and stretched out into a wrinkled green new leaf, which was visible to the naked eye again. The speed flattens, stretches, grows, deepens, and gradually becomes an old leaf like other leaves.

Su Qian'er saw Le, and her eyes moved slowly, and landed on the narrow table.

A tender branch sprouted out from the narrow pattern, as if giving a presumptuous signal, one after another, the tender sprouts came out one after another, and after a short while, the table legs on both sides It's full.

Those buds stretched, explored and climbed up, and slowly climbed up the narrow table, brushing

It grew into dark green old leaves, so that the whole narrow area was invisible.

Looking up, she saw the only bottle left on the narrow table. Su Qian'er's eyes lit up. The branch of the bottle had already grown a few pink and white flower buds. Go, the petals opened.

Petal by petal, stretching, flaunting, stretching out a beautiful arc, turning into the most beautiful posture, her ears heard the sound of petals stretching, and her nose smelled the fresh fragrance of flowers, so comfortable, and her soul was soothed .

She was addicted to it and refused to return to her senses for a long time.

The surrounding voices had completely silenced at some point, and in the entire mountain nest, it seemed that only myself and the Taoist platform in front of me were left.

Her mood follows the stretching of the leaves and the opening of the flowers and she is joyful, and with the withering of the petals and the withering of the leaves, she is sad, as if she has gone through the cycle of life and death following the withering and prosperity of the flowers and leaves, and goes back and forth endlessly.

Su Qian'er seems to recall herself, and like these flowers and leaves, she has experienced time travel, death, and resurrection.

Feel the same.

She and the platform unknowingly merged into one, she seemed to understand why she died and why she was resurrected, but she didn't seem to understand anything, her mind was blank...

When the top ten titled disciples came late, worrying about their identities, what they saw was the listening disciples in the valley looking at the Taoist platform in front of them as if they were on a pilgrimage.

They were crying and laughing, sober and dazed, with thousands of different appearances, but no matter titled disciples, core disciples, inner disciples or registered disciples, without exception, all of them were immersed in that inexplicable artistic conception. ,Inextricable.

But on the simple platform that attracted people's attention, there was no one.

The titled disciples who came late showed serious faces.

They were hesitant to come or not, but if they didn't come, they seemed to surrender without a fight, and they were very unwilling.

In the end, they made an appointment to come back at a few minutes later to see what kind of tricks this banquet can tell.

Unexpectedly, I have not even seen anyone now, and the Taoism left by the other party has already pulled all the disciples who came to listen to the Tao into the "realm". Such strength...

The Dao and meaning of each cultivator is different, there are similar ones, some attract each other, some repel each other, and some are opposites.The closer the Taoism is, the easier it is to influence each other, and the greater the difference, the easier it is to be rejected.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to take care of this kind of sermon that has no restrictions and can be listened to by anyone regardless of their practice.Usually, in this case, the preacher will be more devious, and talk about some mediocre ways that can take everyone into consideration, or, regardless of those who don't understand, talk about what they want to say.

Yan Zhuguang is the latter, but she has achieved the former.She cares about preaching her own way, but let everyone enter her "realm", realize what she wants to be understood by others, even if no one sees her, she has undoubtedly succeeded.

Several people looked at the empty platform with complicated thoughts.

Somewhere, it seemed as if an invisible vine had approached them unknowingly, tightly entangled, entangled in the body, entwined in the heart, as tough as a shackle, and could no longer break free.