After another day or two of warming up in the hut, Shui Miaomiao, who was sitting on the bed, listened to the noise coming from outside the door. It seemed that Jiao Pingzao was very serious about coming to see Wen Renxian.
When Wen Renxian closed the door, Shui Miaomiao immediately asked, "What's going on?"
"About the pursuit of the Golden Crow." Wen Renxian replied immediately. Knowing that Shui Miaomiao felt insecure when she couldn't see him, he knelt down beside her and gently placed his hands on Shui Miaomiao's tangled hands to comfort her, "The grand ceremony is still going on. It’s a closing ceremony, does Miaomiao want to attend?”
Shui Miaomiao said in confusion, "Golden Crow almost escaped from the desert, but still holds a grand ceremony? Are there enough people?"
"The more this happens, the more Jiao family must be calm and not show any guilt. This grand ceremony must be held bravely, and it cannot be worse than before."
With this in mind, Shui Miaomiao pondered for a while, "Is it okay if I don't want to go?"
She can't see and doesn't want to go to a crowded place, she will panic.
"Okay, no problem." Wen Renxian patted Shui Miaomiao's hand and stood up, preparing to reject Jiao Pingzao's invitation.
"Master wants me to go?" Shui Miaomiao grabbed Wen Renxian's little finger with both hands, and she heard the hesitation in Wen Renxian's words.
"Yes." Wen Renxian didn't hide it, "Jiao Pingzao said that the first person to shoot down the golden crow can obtain enlightenment from the gods. I want you, Miaomiao, to try it."
It might be helpful to the body or have other benefits, but it can't be bad.
God's enlightenment? As if hitting the muzzle of the gun, Shui Miaomiao suddenly laughed, covering her mouth with her hand, her smile trembling, "God, that opportunity is rare, I have to go and take a good look."
There was a guy who claimed to be a god, and there was one in the Jiayou Secret Realm, and then the Jiayou Secret Realm turned into ashes and flew away. There was one in the Xanghai Forest in the South China Sea, and he was hit by a fork and was dead for a long time.
I hope this Golden Crow Chasing Ceremony is strong enough, Shui Miaomiao prayed in her heart. You must know that she is full of fire now, and the fire is flowing through her meridians. Doctors say that if she is emotional, she will explode.
For some reason, Wen Renxian suddenly regretted this suggestion. Shui Miaomiao laughed until her cheeks turned red and she couldn't straighten up. The laughter lingering in the room was filled with a hint of joy and resentment in her naivety?
Wen Renxian also wondered how these words were put together, or if his perception was wrong. Can Shui Miaomiao and Tianshen still have a relationship?
Shui Miaomiao has a prosperous immortality, Li Yin is the favorite of the gods, but when she thinks about Shui Miaomiao's injuries, she doesn't seem to like him very much. But if you think about it, ordinary people are not qualified to receive Shui Miaomiao's injuries. I have already gone to meet the gods.
"How should I get there?" Shui Miaomiao asked, spreading her hands, but she couldn't use any of her mind or eyes to recognize her. Is there a more authentic blind person in the world of gods and demons than her?
"Miaomiao can rest assured that I'm here, but does Miaomiao really want to go?" Wen Renxian asked worriedly.
"Yeah, yeah." Shui Miaomiao nodded.
"Okay, okay." Wen Renxian protected Shui Miaomiao, fearing that Shui Miaomiao would nod crazily and fall off the bed, "If Miaomiao wants to go, we can go. It's no problem. Don't get too excited and it will get hot again." It’s uncomfortable.”
"Oh." Shui Miaomiao obeyed and sat motionless, but couldn't help but ask, "When will the ceremony be held?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Morning." Shui Miaomiao murmured and lay back. The morning light was still a bit dazzling for her...
Before dawn, a maid came to wash and dress Shui Miaomiao.
It was still a dress made of Yuechan gauze. There were not many special colors of Yuechan gauze, only pink and white. The two maids quietly looked at Shui Miaomiao in the mirror.
Juan Hao is quiet and beautiful, and Yao Huan Yuer is like a jade doll. No one can believe that such a person is the first to kill the Golden Crow. They also heard that there is no Sanshui Fairy, but this person is actually the one in front of them. Everyone who turned the tide and saved everyone.
I really want to ask and say thank you personally. People like them cannot resist the ravages of the Golden Crow for even a second.
At that time, they were hiding in the house, huddled together with many sisters, and there were guards from Jiuyao Capital Palace outside, but when the Golden Crow passed through, it was still like falling into an ice cave, and many people froze to death.
If she didn't ask, she would have no time. Chengxian Yuanzun seemed to be preparing to leave. He shook his head lightly and stopped her.
She also wanted to say thank you personally, but since she chose to hide it, she had her own reasons for being a benefactor. Why did they endanger their benefactor just to express their gratitude in person?
The movements became more and more gentle, and finally the Yueqin hairpin was inserted into Shui Miaomiao's hair.
Wenrenxian walked in. Shui Miaomiao could recognize people by their footsteps now, but she could only hear Wenrenxian and shouted, "Master."
"Ok?"
"Okay." After adjusting Shui Miaomiao's dress for the last time, the two maids said in unison, "If you feel uncomfortable in any way, we will change it immediately."
"It's not very good, thank you." Shui Miaomiao politely turned her head and nodded to the sound sources on both sides with a smile.
The two maids knelt on the ground, folded their hands on their foreheads, and kowtowed, "Please leave me. I hope the young lady is safe and sound."
Hearing the noise, why did he kneel down?
Shui Miaomiao reached out to help her, but her sight was limited and she accepted this great gift.
The maid did not linger. After saying what she wanted to say, she quietly left and closed the door. Wen Renxian stepped forward and put the things in her hands on the dressing table, and asked casually, "Miaomiao likes to say thank you very much."
"Huh?" Shui Miaomiao tilted her head in the direction of Wen Renxian in confusion.
Although Wenrenxian was always guarding Shui Miaomiao these days, there were always inconveniences. He found that saying 'Thank you for your trouble' to the maid who came to serve her was almost the standard for Shui Miaomiao. There are handymen who come to deliver meals.
Shui Miaomiao couldn't see it, so she didn't know how surprised and uneasy those people were when they heard about it for the first time. Wen Renxian also felt that it didn't have to be like this, as this was something that was natural for them.
Although Wen Renxian does not raise followers, it does not mean that he does not accept these.
Wanting to understand the meaning of Wenrenxian's words, Shui Miaomiao pursed her lips and responded perfunctorily, "I can't see it, so I just wanted to say something, just a casual catchphrase."
She doesn't want to show how noble her moral character is. It's just her habit. She won't force others to change. Within the limitations of the world, Shui Miaomiao is more like a fake noble, but she won't change it because this is what she does. She has her own nostalgia and charm.
For this reason, the two maids clearly did not confirm Shui Miaomiao's identity, but were willing to sincerely bless her. Even if she was not her in the end, such a person did not deserve to suffer.
"What did master bring back?" Shui Miaomiao changed the subject, and she heard the sound of putting things away.
"The light outside is too dazzling. If you pile it up a few layers, it will leak out and become hot." Wen Renxian opened the box on the dressing table, and inside was a satin-like jade-like silk ribbon.
Wen Renxian gently held it up and asked for permission, "Shall I tie it for Miaomiao?"
"Well, I'm sorry to bother you, Master." Shui Miaomiao rolled up her black hair so that Wenrenxian could finally tie it, revealing her graceful neck.
Looking away hastily, Wen Renxian focused on looking at Shui Miaomiao in the mirror, and carefully covered her eyes with the silk ribbon.
The silk ribbon is eye-catching, with a hint of coolness. At first glance, it seems that there is no thick cloth to block the light, but the light that passes through seems to be filtered into something as gentle and elegant as moonlight.
