Fairy, Please Take Care of Yourself

Here Qin Yi is addicted to learning and cannot help extricating himself, while Ju Yunxi slowly starts to feel uncomfortable.

Before that, she never thought about it. The millennium Youju herself would feel uncomfortable because she hadn't seen anyone for half a month.

Half a month, isn't it a blink of an eye?

However, if I am alone playing the piano and drawing alone, why do I always feel that I am missing something?

She knew this was wrong. If it is the traditional immortal path, falling into this state can be regarded as a "heart demon". Fortunately, there are no special requirements in this insane way of the ten thousand immortal palaces, and even the infatuation can be regarded as a branch, although there is currently no.

But it is still wrong, because it has affected the "specialization" of spiritual practice. Wandao Xiangong talked about this, and she paid special attention to it. She can no longer "specialize".

If you have been in such a state of instability, the demon can't speak, but it will inevitably be difficult to grow.

There are two ways to resolve this situation.

One is simply to be a couple of immortals, and everything is clear and there is nothing to worry about. About the difference in mood before and after marriage ...

One is ... continue to disappear, another one and a half years to end naturally.

Ju Yunxuan left the lyre and stood on the edge of the pavilion, watching the direction of Qin Yi's passenger peak far away, and pondered for a long time.

She enjoyed the companionship that accompanied each other, and the kind of vague ambiguity that she did not want to change. But she knew that it was time to have an answer, and the ambiguous nature of what she had been playing would not be natural.

but……

She closed her eyes, and her consciousness was like the wind sweeping the ground, like the sun melting in the snow, instantly covering the thousands of miles of mountains. The sound of the hundred birds is in my heart, and the whispers of the world can be heard.

She soon heard the keywords she wanted.

"That Qin Yi, led the supervisor, why didn't I see the action? It made everyone scare themselves."

"I think Qin Yiren is pretty good. I won't mess around."

"I think he is on the Qin Qifeng and the sister-in-law ... Hehehehe, I don't know where the world is."

"It makes sense. Alas, Qin Yi is also a good life. She is a world-renowned sister. It ’s me. It ’s my incompetence that I do n’t have to make ten rounds in a day. How can I go out and monitor anybody?"

"But don't you think ... they are called sisters and sisters, are they actually teachers and disciples?"

The air seemed to be quiet.

Someone sneered: "Who doesn't know? Sisters and brothers are just guise, and they are taught by their own hands. There are truths about masters and apprentices. Everyone opens and closes and it's hard to say. In fact, masters and apprentices ... what?"

"Ju Yunzhang looked at Gao Jie, but in fact ... the last one to play like this is Modao Daxianxi Temple. Our Wandao Fairy Palace claims to be non-devil, but in fact it has more veil?"

"Cough, snoring sound. Ju Yun's power of Huiyang, Qin Yi or Supervisor, don't you die?"

"So how can we stop our mouths and the rumors of future generations. They are still writers, don't they know that others have their own pens and spread their affair for thousands of years."

Ju Yunzhang retracted his consciousness, squeezed his hand tightly, and his face was a little pale.

Forget everything else, she knows that there are many sour grapes. Many people who have been driven away by herself over the years have been as ox hair, and can be sour for a few words, even mocking her playing the piano. The discussion behind her and Qin Yi was too normal, and she didn't care much.

But in the last sentence, I really got a little pierced.

She is a writer herself and cares a lot about it.

There are some interconnections in the Palace, most people can write and draw, and some people will definitely write these things in jealousy. No one dares to spread the word in this world, but after many years?

What would happen if someone read the book again?

In particular, this is not dirty water, but it is based on facts.

One of the main reasons why she never wanted to spread out the window paper with Qin Yi was not enough.

She couldn't bear it.

She is not pessimistic about all practice modes. If it is, then she will not even start with Qin Yi.

Qin music, calligraphy, painting, poetry, song and poetry are inexhaustible for those who are indifferent ... because those are all words of affection, love and praise for beauty, expression and exclamation of mood, hidden behind the dust Delicate and sensitive heart.

"Passenger ... he won't stay long, what am I thinking?" She whispered, "his root is south, not here."

"Then ... let's do it for a while. It will be nice to him to reduce your meeting. Sooner or later ... he will leave by himself, and that's over."

"Master, Master." A voice of clear tea came from behind him: "Uncle is here."

Ju Yunxuan turned his head and saw Qin Yi approaching quickly from a distance with a handkerchief.

"Do you still know that?" Obviously it was going to fade for a while, but then it seemed like a grudge. Ju Yunzhen was shocked, so don't go over and look out of the mountain again, instead of looking at him.

Qin Yi dropped his head, and laughed: "There is no sun and moon in the hole, and I don't know how long I practiced. I came to see the sister after I was convinced."

"Monkeys look better than me?"

"what?"

"It's nothing." Ju Yunzhen still didn't turn his head and asked, "You are not in that direction. How can you come from there?"

"Oh, I just met Yin Yigu and asked him to blackmail two gourds." Qin Yi walked to her and passed a gourd: "This summer afternoon, the mountain breeze is just right. Two cups, under the shade, the wind is warm and warm, and you can enter the poem. "

Ju Yunbi pouted slightly, it is this kind of dead text Qingqi, really worth it.

It's not about being able to make beautiful poems, but it's just that.

Without him, the world would be a little less colorful.

Ju Yundi took the wine gourd and sipped it, unplugged it and smelled it, shaking his head and chuckling: "Do you know what kind of wine this is?"

"Uh, Yin Yicup didn't say, only that it was absolutely fine."

"Of course, it's a good wine. The name of the wine is absurd. Everyone can't afford to get drunk. Three thousand lives and three thousand years of dreams can be found here. "It ’s just for the practitioners to take a sip, and it ’s one of the best wines of the deceased. He treats you well. It seems that your helping hand in the Earth ’s Secret Realm has gained some friendship.”

Qin Yi laughed: "There aren't many topics, but the attitude is really good. The people of Jiuzong are also very interesting, including those who are drunk to read poetry. In fact, the two of us should be friends, and some of them are quite good. Well separated. "

"I thought of something to reward you." Ju Yunxian flipped his hands, and suddenly added a gourd: "Send you."

"this is……"

"This is the two wines we made together in the early years ~ www.readwn.com ~ named Poetic Wine."

"... just give me a gourd?"

"It's the fool's job to buy the pearls." Ju Yunxi smiled slightly. "The gourd is a treasure named Endless Drink. As long as a drop of wine is in it, it will fill itself up and let you drink it forever."

Qin Yi became interested. He sang and drank while walking on the secret roads, the poetry and wine drifted down, and the style was very high ... As early as when Xianji Village was out of the mountain, he tried to play this style and drank on the old horse. . It's a pity that the gourd can't be put down on the body. After leaving Nanli, he gave up pretending to be a force, and now he accidentally picked it up.

Just thinking about it, I heard Juyun say, "I think if you walk in rivers and lakes, you will like this tone."

Qin Yi keenly felt that these words didn't seem to be right. She stayed here well, why did she think of walking? Where's Lenovo?

Ju Yunzhang turned back to the pavilion, put away the lyre on the stage, and laughed, "Come on, let's have a ridiculous dream and see how ridiculous it is."