Predecessors all over the world

"If fellow Taoist wants to figure out how the mysterious flower can survive, I can try it briefly." Song Zhiqiu thought for a while, and gave him some time, "However, I have to wait for seven or eight days to wait for the sunshine, what do you think of fellow Taoist?"

Yin Miaomiao said: "It's better for the young owner to help."

Song Zhiqiu smiled slightly: "Then please ask the two to live in the humble house for a few days, so that the villa can enjoy the friendship of the landlords."

Yin Miaomiao was very curious about Xianchun and the villa. He wanted to have the opportunity to stay for a while. He agreed happily: "Young owner is kind, my senior brother and I are disrespectful, and I disturb you."

Song Zhiqiu called the manager to come over and told him to arrange a clean residence next to Jianmuyuan for the two of them to entertain themselves. He was not allowed to neglect them. He said, "I live in Jianmuyuan. If two fellow Taoists have important things,

You can go directly to the garden to find me."

"Thank you, the owner of the manor."

Leaving the living room, the manager took them to the backyard. The aerial corridor bridge built was like a rainbow, and the maids came and went, with light steps and smiled like flowers. The precious spiritual flowers and plants can be seen everywhere, either for embellishment, or

It grows everywhere and is well-harmonized. It has both the magical fortune and the natural decorative nature.

Every step is a scene, with unique and ingenious arrangements everywhere, and the same scenery is viewed from different angles, and a brand new visual enjoyment.

Therefore, although the journey is long, Yin Miaomiao does not feel boring. Such beautiful scenery should be enjoyed slowly.

Bypassing Bibo Lake, passing through the wood-scented shed, passing by the rose stand, and arrived at a delicate and unique courtyard. The manager smiled and said, "This place is called Liuyuan." He also recruited two beautiful maids in the courtyard to come and obey the orders.

, "This is a distinguished guest of Chongxiao Sect. You are very happy to serve and should not be neglected."

"I have seen two immortal masters." The maids spoke in a gentle and beautiful voice, and served with great care. They were led into the house to rest. Tea and fruits were constantly brought in. They asked if they needed hot water and whether they needed to wait close to each other.

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Yin Miaomiao drove the people: "No need, you go out, don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."

The two young girls knew the temper of monks very well, and they were blessed with their blessed bodies and retreated with their heads down.

"Xianchun Villa is really beyond my expectations." Yin Miaomiao sat down, picked up a cup of honey water and tasted it. It was sweet but not choked, as clear as a spring. "Well, this honey water is also very different from the one in Dongzhou.

, Brother, try it?"

Yunlian took her hand and sipped: "Sweet."

Yin Miaomiao laughed and slowly sniffed: "The young owner surprised me the most." She rarely heard people mention things about other worlds, and even if she talked, her meaning was unclear. Unlike Song Zhiqiu, she spoke very well and made people feel embarrassed.

He was amazed, "If he was right, it was that someone tried every means to cultivate a mysterious flower that could survive in the fourteen continents. What is the purpose?"

Yunlian shook her head.

"There is such a great lethality in Mixinhua, which is definitely not a good thing." Yin Miaomiao sighed, "I hope the young owner can discover something."

Two flowers bloom, each with one branch.

The day when Yin Miaomiao and Yunlian arrived at Xianchun Villa was Chu Chan’s birthday party.

Chu Tang suffered a loss in the hands of this daughter. Although she was not independent, she was inevitably confused and was indifferent. However, Qi Panxi wanted to take advantage of the remaining heat of the Fengyun Club to hold a glorious birthday banquet for her daughter.

Unfortunately, Chu Chan was not very interested at all.

On the day of the banquet, the sun rose high, the front yard was noisy, and the guests were in the gates and gifts were endless, and the guests were incredibly lively.

However, in Chu Chan's yard, the maids were all anxious. You were holding brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes, and I was holding brand new pearls and jade, and they all pleaded softly: "Wang Ji, the guests are here."

, please dress up.”

As today's birthday star, Chu Chan only wore a used homely dress, her hair was loose and loose, and she ignored them, holding her cheeks and sitting in front of the dressing table without saying a word.

"Wang Ji." The maid advised earnestly, "Today is your birthday, and you must not show up."

Chu Chan covered her ears and refused to listen.

"Wang Ji, everyone from the five cities will arrive today. You can't be so willful." The oldest maid moved her to understand her with emotion. "We dressed up beautifully and asked them to see our Wang Ji's.

How good is the style?"

"Don't treat me as a child." Chu Chan was annoyed by their muttering, "Everyone out, don't bother me."

"Wang Ji..." The maid wanted to say something, but Chu Chan lost her temper. She grabbed the smoked clothes and tore them hard. She slapped the sound of cracking silk, and the exquisite dress was torn in half.

She threw her broken clothes on the ground: "I said it, didn't you hear it?"

The maids suddenly fell silent, looked at each other for a moment, and quietly retreated.

Chu Chan dropped the curtain and entered the inner room. She sat by the bed for a while, feeling wronged for no reason - she herself couldn't figure it out. It was clearly a banquet for her to celebrate her birthday. Why did she feel so uncomfortable? It was inexplicable.

Just want to cry.

What happened recently has far exceeded her acceptance. She was kidnapped and thought that her mother wanted to poison her father, but in a blink of an eye, she gave her to her father, causing demonic energy to penetrate her body.

There was almost a big deal.

Even if she is cleared of suspicion now, her father has a grudge against herself, neither lukewarm nor warm, nor regained her previous care. However, her mother, who has always been "indulgent" and has repeatedly defended her, confronting her father, and never giving in.

But if that woman really loved her, why would she steal the person she liked? The first time she liked someone so much, she saw him on her mother's bed.

This time the banquet was also. She was in a bad mood, she didn't want to celebrate her birthday, she didn't want to hold a banquet, or she didn't want to meet people. But the woman insisted on holding a banquet for her, and she had to hold a lively and bustling place.

Chu Chan couldn't figure it out, nor could she see it.

She was so annoyed.

Squeak--the door was pushed open.

She wiped away the tears from her cheeks and said angrily: "Who! Go out!"

However, what sounded was not the maid's fearful voice, but: "Is this little girl?"

"No," the answer was a woman with a charming and hoarse voice.

Chu Chan vaguely felt that the sound sounded a little familiar, but before I could figure it out, the person had lost consciousness.

After one stick of incense, two guests came to the yard.

Kong Li knocked his palm with a fan and shook his head: "Oh, I have to be a lobbyist at a banquet. Why did I feel soft-hearted and promise Qi Panxi to help this? How difficult is the little princess to serve!"

"She is also very pitiful. She fell in love with someone she shouldn't like." Feiying was invited backstage, so she was invited, "Let's advise her to do a good job that day."

Kong Li smiled: "Xiao Feiying, you are so cute."

As we walked up with a smile, we saw the door open and two corpses were tilted under the eaves. It was the maid serving Chu Chan. When we looked at the nose, we had been out of breath for a long time.

Kong Li knew that it was not good, so he strode in. The boudoir was empty, the windows were wide open, the gauze was blown up by the wind, and there was no figure of Chu Chan in every corner.

Feiying followed in and was stunned: "Has she ran away from home?"

"Impossible." Kong Li's eyes fell on the dressing table and reached out to pick up a Fang Supa, "See, this was the one that Xiang Tianya gave her the wound when she was injured. This silly girl kept it.

, I cherish it the most. If I escape from home, she would not leave this, nor would she kill her maid - she would not dare to kill anyone at all."

Feiying became nervous: "You mean..."

Kong Li's face was solemn: "Cicada'er was kidnapped."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew from outside the window, blew the things on the dressing table in a crackling manner, and the sound was like a heavy rain.

A jade cicada was the most unfortunate. It rolled down from the table and fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Kong Li's eyelids twitched wildly: "It's an ominous sign."

Yin Miaomiao knew the turbulence of the Central China without knowing the storm, and she became very curious about Xianchun Villa.

This is really a very special place.

For example, the two maids in Liuyuan only cultivated their qi, but they were in their sixties or seventies. They like to hop butterfly and Cuju, laugh and play in the yard.

Yin Miaomiao asked them why they didn’t practice, and they said with a smile: “Practice, the morning class has been completed, and the evening class has not yet arrived.”

"Don't you practice until the class is done?"

The younger one said: "How boring is practicing? Why do you need to practice if you don't have to do some class?"

Added by older people: "We are stupid and have no future even if we practice. It is better to live a happy life."

After hearing this, Yin Miaomiao felt a little emotional: the monks outside were eager to survive and to advance, and they were full of disputes and frictions. However, the villa was a closed world, and the people inside could not feel the world of cultivation.

It is cruel, so there is no sense of crisis. If you can’t build a foundation, just refine your energy. It’s good that you can’t build a elixir and build a foundation.

There is no danger or dispute here. I eat gold, watermelon, jade grains, silk and satin, living in carved railings and painted buildings, and enjoying the strange flowers of the fairy garden. I am just a maid. I live no worse than the princess in the mortal world, and even my life is long.

Longer than mortals.

If that's the case, why work hard to practice?

It’s better to enjoy these two hundred years of great time and live this time in vain.

However, it would be a big mistake to think that the villa is a carefree paradise.

When Yin Miaomiao got up in the morning for a walk, he heard two maids talking under the rose frame. One of them was indignant and cursed: "The old prostitute in Zhenxiuyuan looked down at the dog's eyes! He told her five days ago that I wanted it.

I promised a good meal and accepted the spirit stones. Today is good. The most important thing is to be gone. Bah!"

Another said sourly: "I have joined the second manager of Jingmutang. Can it be compared with someone like us?"

"What's so amazing? It's worth being so flattered if you don't have a name or a title?"

"What's wrong with no name or no distinction? The benefits are real. If you were you, wouldn't you be happy? The 12 churches of the villa have thirty-six managers. No matter who they reach, you won't have to worry about this life."

The girl at the beginning said, "I am not happy. I want to go there, and I also want to go to the wooden garden."

"Oh, are you thinking about the young owner?" Another laughed at her overestimating her ability, "You are afraid you are daydreaming and not awake yet?"

The girl was so embarrassed that she was joking. She muttered a few words and felt worried again: "What should I do if the venison is gone now? They must be laughing at me."

"The old lady in Zhenxiuyuan has a lot of good things in her hands. It's just that she doesn't have enough spirit stones." Her companion gave her an idea, "You can add some more and make sure she will give you the whole table of good food."

"Go and beg her?"

"Or else just wait for them to laugh at."

The two girls walked away in a hurry.

This scene reminds people of the Grand View Garden, which is also isolated from the world and has disputes of interest. If one day, the wind and rain suddenly come, the beautiful concubines and maids in the villa will be like the red after the rain, and they will be all over the ditch.

However, there are no exceptions.

The author has something to say: Chun: "In ancient times, there was a big Chun who regarded eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn", which came from "Xiaoyaoyou".

See you tomorrow