In front of the altar is a pair of beautiful women.
They burn incense together, pay homage together, and remain silent together. They are all on the same frequency, and no one can say a word that matches them.
It’s not commensurate, it’s all man-made.
Ying Yunsu sneered, "I don't want to part with my own, so why not give up other people's? It's just generosity to others, really generous."
"Master's wife shouldn't think like this. What's the pain in giving up an ignorant person? You can also change it to a better sky, a better land, and a better one."
"Then there shouldn't be feelings." Ying Yunsu interrupted Xianyan Xianzun.
Leng Ningchi accidentally sprained his ankle, Wen Renxian helped him, Leng Ningchi looked embarrassed and said thank you.
Looking at her coldly, Ying Yunsu's heart ached even more uncontrollably. When she has feelings, it is impossible not to be in pain, and she is suffering all the time.
Why did she come?
Does Xianyan Xianzun think she is here to cause trouble? She just knew that she couldn't lift the table, was powerless, and felt resentful.
After hearing that the disciple Wen Renxian had taken was not Leng, she had wondered if everything could be changed, but she looked at the two people who came to help her.
Can the Saint Yuan Patriarch even count people's hearts?
No wonder it’s the ancestor, even the sky wants to build an altar for him.
Shui Miaomiao felt like an outsider, so she backed away silently, then stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Miaomiao, would you like to burn incense too?"
I still remember that the last time Shui Miaomiao set foot on the Tongtian Monument, Wen Renxian fainted after being persuaded to kneel down and did not worship.
Shui Miaomiao shook her head. She didn't have the respect to do these tricks.
"Leng Ningchi's ankle has reached his ankle." Wen Renxian helped Leng Ningchi come over and handed him over to Ying Yunsu.
While Ying Yun was stunned, Wen Renxian walked quickly towards Shui Miaomiao, showing apology and self-blame, "I actually forgot that I didn't wear my cloak because of the strong wind on the Tongtian Monument."
"No, me"
Before Shui Miaomiao finished speaking, Wen Renxian turned back to look at Xianyan Immortal. The corner of Xianyan Immortal's mouth twitched, and he took off his cloak and threw it to Wen Renxian.
Can't he wear a cloak if the cold wind doesn't hit him? This is his look!
Wenrenxian didn't know how many complaints Xianyan had in his heart. He took the cloak with some disgust, "It's a little thin, but it can barely block some wind."
After that, she tied it up gently for Shui Miaomiao, and carefully pulled out the pressed hair, arranging it gently.
Who taught Wen Renxian all this?
Just teach yourself without a teacher.
Ying Yunsu held Leng Ningchi's cold hand. Her face under the hood was very confused. She looked at Leng Ningchi aside with a accustomed expression, but there was a loss in her eyes that she had never noticed.
"I think the Saint Yuan Ancestor definitely did not expect this scene." Ying Yunsu sneered, but what can this change?
In any case, if the result cannot be changed, it is best to be cold-faced and cold-hearted. Ying Yunsu went down the Bongtian Monument with Leng Ningchi...
Ying Yunsu stayed at the Guxian Sect for a few days, accompanied by Leng Ningchi.
Shui Miaomiao thought she wouldn't see Leng Ningchi for a few days, but she didn't expect that her Yinyue Lake seemed to have become a tourist attraction inexplicably?
Ying Yunsu seems to like Yinyue Lake very much.
Who wouldn't like it? Everything here is rare and rare. You can't get it even if you have money. Many things have been added over the years.
Looking at those things, Ying Yunsu could imagine Wen Renxian's intentions for his disciple.
Every time Wen Renxian went out, he never came back empty-handed.
Only Shui Miaomiao didn't know how precious it was. Wen Renxian always behaved calmly and calmly. She thought it was just a souvenir that dropped by...
The sun is just right today, and I'm sitting on the swing chair downstairs and swaying leisurely in the water. It's almost spring, and the ice blue butterflies are coming to life again, flying on my fingertips.
According to the timetable, Shui Miaomiao should be practicing with Jiuchengqiu in Renjing Xiaozhu. After experiments, it was found that those two swords did have something, and practicing together could suppress the weak sword at the moment.
As long as Jiuchengqiu doesn't take the initiative to touch the knife.
Just because she was tired again, Shui Miaomiao thought that this was her life of hard work. She found things to do for herself and practiced more. It was true that she had just been lazy for a few days and then it was paid back to her doubled. It was all her life, and she couldn't escape it.
In the past few days, Xuan'er also told herself a few short stories, that is, the generations of owners of the sword seemed to have a bad end, such as turning against each other, having heads in different places, and no bones left.
Shui Miaomiao expressed her affirmation. Since ancient times, no one has ever died. Moreover, if it is not an ownerless thing, it will not be included in the Yang Renzhai.
Xuan'er's expression at that time was as unspeakably uncomfortable as if she had eaten a fly.
Shui Miaomiao really felt that it didn't matter. The commonality between those stories was 'love'. As for her and Jiuchengqiu, they had a friendship as classmates, but without love, they probably didn't have it.
Shui Miaomiao thinks that she doesn't have it, but Jiuchengqiu probably has more empathy.
The ice blue butterfly flew in front of her eyes, disturbing Shui Miaomiao's thoughts.
Looking along the ice blue butterfly into the distance, the steps are gentle and slow, like orchids and jade trees, and the bright and beautiful Wenrenxian comes into view unexpectedly.
Yesterday, Wenrenxian told her to wait for him at Yinyuetan today, so Shui Miaomiao could swing here leisurely.
"Master!" Shui Miaomiao's voice was clear and crisp. As soon as the swing started swinging, she couldn't stand up for a moment. She was not a spoiled child.
Wen Renxian liked Shui Miaomiao's relaxed and carefree appearance, so she summoned the wind and the swing that was about to stop began to swing again.
The red lips were slightly opened and she exclaimed without any fear. Shui Miaomiao's smiling eyebrows were curved and bright.
Swings that do not require one's own strength are more attractive. After Wen Renxian did this, Shui Miaomiao took advantage of the situation and took back her feet that were about to land. She leaned forward slightly and held one side of the rope on the swing gently with both hands. Leaning on it, he looked up at the person coming, "Master?"
"It's rare to see you like this."
"Because there is a swing, you will be in a good mood." The words may be childish, but paired with Shui Miaomiao's faint and sincere smile, it is as warm as the early sun, and it is as refreshing as the gentle moisturizing of things.
Shui Miaomiao is easily satisfied with little things. The more she is like this, the more it makes Wenrenxian want to offer all the treasures in the world.
Wen Renxian narrowed his eyes. His recent emotions were becoming more and more out of control, and he took out a hairpin-sized Lingyan from his arms.
"Ah, this." Shui Miaomiao sat up slightly. She didn't notice when Wen Renxian took it away.
"It's been repaired. I originally wanted to forge a new one, but I think you should be more accustomed to this."
Repairing a weapon is much more difficult than forging a new one. Shui Miaomiao understood this. She jumped off the swing and bowed to Wen Renxian, "Thank you, Master."
The swing was stopped by the wind without hitting Shui Miaomiao.
"There is no need to say thank you between us. It would be nice if you could be less hurt."
Shui Miaomiao smiled stupidly and stretched out her hands to catch Ling Yan, but Wen Renxian pulled back his hand slightly and dodged.
Facing a trace of confusion, Shui Miaomiao raised his head to face Wen Renxian, who was also confused and a little embarrassed.
Wen Renxian glanced at Shui Miaomiao's black hair. Because he was not in a hurry to go out today, the black hair was tied up at the end with a hair tie and seemed to be hanging loose.
Pulling off the hair tie, Shui Miaomiao raised her hands and tied it again. Wen Renxian took a step forward naturally, and Ling Yan was gently inserted into Shui Miaomiao's hair.
Before leaving in a hurry, Wen Renxian looked attentively, gently caressing Ling Yan with his hand, frowned and whispered, "It should be changed."
I always feel that it is not good enough to match Shui Miaomiao. If this were a real hairpin...
