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In the second half of the night, the highlight of the Treasure Festival opened.

The Yueying Chamber of Commerce had a long history with Yin Miaomiao and is now a commercial giant in Dongzhou. The Yueying Hall under its name is still the best choice for the Treasure Festival.

However, unlike the ring-shaped box that was back then, after the discordant program was cancelled, the venue's selling point was a 360-degree large box with no blind spots, one floor, one that could overlook the entire Yunguang City.

The higher the floor, the more expensive the price, and the top floor is even more a place that only VIPs can go to, and they can’t even book if they have money.

Ye Zhou did not book a high floor, but was very low, just ten floors, just because the Yueying Museum has a good terrain and a good view.

The reason for doing this was that he knew very well that Chongxiao Sect was already high enough and there was no need to add icing on the cake. The lively atmosphere in the world attracted her even more.

Yin Miaomiao really liked it very much and ordered a large table of wine and food.

The curtains on all sides were opened, and the glass windows allowed the night view to be fully visible. There was a high platform in each direction, southeast, west and north, almost flush with the hill where Yueying Building was located.

A dancer, a zither, a singer, and an ventriloquist, the four seemed to be the most popular and were able to advance to the final round of the competition.

The dancer soared up, and the ribbons wrapped around her body fluttered with the wind. She rotated in the air, her danced gracefully, like a goddess descending to earth, flowers falling from the magic weapon on her wrist, like a dream.

A wave of cheering erupted at the foot of the mountain, fireworks soared into the sky, and light formed her name.

The piano master was a handsome young man. He was instantly on the stage and stroked the strings of his fingertips. In an instant, everyone seemed to have entered the mountains and forests, with springs gurgling and winding paths, and birds sometimes flew, and the heat disappeared.

Just when people are immersed in the transcendence of the mountains and flowing waters, the singer starts singing.

Her voice was not as crisp as a yellow oriole that people usually like, but was a little hoarse. Her voice sang a melodious voice, taking people back to the old palace, and in the deep palace and the dug building, she saw the beauty's lazy first rising

Beautiful scenery.

But just as people were curiously admiring the beauty, they suddenly heard a noise.

The sound of footsteps, the sound of war, the sound of wailing, the sound of fighting, the heavy palace gate failed to block the enemy's footsteps, and the prosperous palace was defeated by the impact of thousands of troops.

The prosperity ended, and the weeds buried the royal court, and in a blink of an eye it was all empty.

The world gradually calmed down, new buds grew, and it was another spring.

Pedestrians came in spring, children laughed, lovers were coquettish, vendors shouted, yellow dogs barked, swallows on the beams in the palace finally flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Yin Miaomiao was surprised and said for a while, and said pertinently: "That verb technician is the best."

Although the performances of the other three were good, they were just entertainment after all. Only the last one, who used the sound of the singer to start the momentum, and the afterglow was perfectly integrated into reality, without any trace, and also revealed the endless changes of the white clouds and cage dogs, which was intimately in line with the Taoist sect.

Meaning.

Ye Zhou nodded in agreement, but said, "The outcome is still unknown."

Sure enough, after the performance, the battle for popularity officially began.

The men's flowers are not holy and innocent dancers or singers with a melodious voice, while the women prefer handsome and outstanding zithers, who are all trying to make flowers for others.

Only ventriloquists have many people who offer flowers to him, but the age difference is huge. Some are a couple, some are independent elderly people, and some are just children.

"It's still up to you." Yin Miaomiao couldn't help laughing, "Then I think the winning rate of the piano player is higher."

Ye Zhou thought about it and shook his head.

The result was that he guessed it right. The girls were very stingy in spending money on their idols. The problem was that 80% of the monks in the cultivation world came from the mortal world, but unfortunately, the mortal world's preference for boys over girls has not improved much.

There are many enlightened female cultivators who are drowned in the toilet and abandoned the pond when they are just born, or they are not able to practice because of one kind or another.

In the past, the ratio of men and women among monks was about seven to three, and in recent years it has slightly changed, reaching about six to four. However, low-level monks do not have a climate and will take at least a hundred years of growth.

Furthermore, women spend money on men who perform their art, not on their lovers, and are not mainstream consumption concepts. On the contrary, men compete for women's favor for wealth has existed since ancient times.

The final competition is between the singer and the dancer.

Yin Miaomiao sighed: "There is a long way to go."

"It's already very good." Ye Zhou had a clear understanding of this. "It will only lead to unstable foundations, just like a rising tide, and it will be safer to take it slowly."

She smiled and raised her glass to drink a sip of fruit wine: "I don't know when the frog will be cooked."

Ye Zhou refused to comment.

After more than two hundred years of experience, unless he is a fool idiot, he will not feel some of Yin Miaomiao's abnormalities. She restrained her restraint outside and obviously did not want to publicize it, but she did not intend to hide it from people close to her.

This is a little secret, but it is harmless.

Most of the people around her summarized it into a part of her and took it as normal, unintentionally asking or exploring what.

Ye Zhou is the same. The core of the monk is an independent existence, the mind method, secret treasure, and inheritance... are all inviolable private ownership.

The secret is enough to keep her mouth shut.

Doukui is about to come to an end, fireworks bloom in the night sky, and everyone's minds are changing from watching the performance to socializing.

Yin Miaomiao did not listen to the corners deliberately, but unfortunately the blocking formation of the Yueying Museum had no effect on her. As long as she was a little focused, she could hear a lot of gossip.

Most of the people participating in the Treasure Festival are young people.

Therefore, the drama of different people in different private rooms can be highly summarized: show off and compete, and be jealous. These two are enough to interpret various plots.

Compare cultivation, compare magic weapons, and compare suitors.

Fight for the limelight, focus, and speak.

Yin Miaomiao did not deliberately eavesdrop, but also learned a lot of gossip and said regretfully: "Fu Yu is much more popular than you now. What a pity, I still remember your 'Four Beauties and Three Shows'."

"I thought you had experienced enough 'popularity'." Ye Zhou teased her with great slightness.

Yin Miaomiao was caught and was rarely speechless.

Ye Zhou raised the corners of his lips slightly.

It is incredible that when he first experienced love, he admired the person in front of him. He stumbled until today, and only then did he find out some truths that can only be understood but not expressed.

A sense of proportion is necessary, but moderate transgression is also indispensable.

Even cats and dogs occasionally cause trouble to their owners, let alone humans? If she does whatever she says, what is the difference between it and the dead things in Jile Pavilion, perhaps it is not as good as it is full of tricks and many wonderful things.

Therefore, following the other party's pace, step by step. To be nice, it is called obedience, and to be straightforward, it is boring.

The taste of love is just like the mystery of "Tao", with purity hidden in the complexity, which cannot be controlled and conceived, and is full of unpredictable unknowns.

His intentions were the same as before, but he learned a new way of expression without a teacher.

Of course, this is also closely related to her changes.

In the past, she was so close that knocking on the door casually would only make her feel noisy. It would be better to stay outside the door and wait quietly. Today, she opened her heart and handed a flower into the crack of the door, which was just a decorative point.

Surprise.

Ye Zhou was like an increasingly skilled doctor, taking his pulse more and more accurately.

Yin Miaomiao was not angry. In her opinion, being able to mention the past naturally, and even joked with this means that he no longer felt like he should make room for a passing story like more than ten years ago, but began to do so.

Their relationship has confidence.

In other words, after more than two hundred years of burying the seeds of emotion in the soil, one finally began to take root and sprout, and slowly accumulated strength to grow.

"If you think about it well, you will have to pay a price to make fun of me." The young seedlings must take care of them carefully. Yin Miaomiao avoided the danger and still focused the topic on the two people.

Ye Zhou was more cautious than her (the threat of price cannot be ruled out), raised his hand and poured a cup of tea, and changed the topic: "What else did you say?"

"What can happen? The world's big thing." She seemed to feel sorry, "The news has not come yet, otherwise it would be interesting to hear what they said about me."

Ye Zhou: "It's nothing more than praising you."

Yin Miaomiao smiled and said, "Do I feel ashamed of it?"

"I'm sorry." Ye Zhou paused, "I can do it for you."

"Okay, please praise me and listen."

Ye Zhou thought about it and organized the language: "The appearance is gentle and elegant, the beauty is natural, the autumn waves are flowing, the fairy posture is rich. The will is clean, the words are chaste, the wind and moon are in my arms, and the world is beautiful."

This is really a fancy compliment, Yin Miaomiao laughed: "Is there any more?"

He continued in an ordinary way: "It is my life's love."

She paused.

The air became very hot and the noise faded away.

Ye Zhou tried hard to suppress the curve of the corner of his lips, walked to her, opened his arms and hugged her, and asked softly: "Are you praising me well?"

"I won't praise me like that," she said.

He said, "Listen to mine first, then to others."

Yin Miaomiao couldn't help laughing, leaned his head against his shoulder, and his eyes passed through the curtain, through the glass, and cast towards the boundless moonlight outside.

"You said, is the moonlight tonight good?"

He looked up at the window and said, "Okay."

"Yeah." She said softly, "I think too."

In the early morning, the east is slightly white.

Yin Miaomiao went down the mountain casually and returned with all her fun. Walking on the mountain path back to the sect, she admired the sunrise while talking about her future plans: "You stare at the artifact for me, I will be in seclusion for a while."

Ye Zhou responded and asked again: "Are you going to advance?"

"How fast is it? How many years have I been born in the baby?" she said, "I want to refine the light of the sun."

Ye Zhou was surprised: "You already have the red lotus fire, why do you still have the golden crow light?"

"This is also my trouble." She sighed.

Xuan Zhen’s appearance reminded her of a new idea to deal with the sun’s first rays. In fact, this is not novel. Many techniques require collecting sunlight and refining them into natal spiritual fires such as ‘Golden Crow Fire’ and ‘Sun Bright Light’.

But she already has the soul fire in her natal life.

This matter requires some effort and detailed description.

Spiritual fire is a general term. Generally speaking, after the third level of Qi refining, the spiritual power absorbed into the body can be released, and the small flame it forms is called spiritual fire.

If we use the description in her past notes, spiritual fire is a flame formed by spiritual power as fuel. The innate spiritual fire is a special spirit that is unique to others based on different mental methods.

fire.

Although personal mental methods are different, most people cannot escape two major ways of practicing the spiritual fire of the birth: one is absorption, and the other is refining.

Absorption is to absorb some kind of flame that has been formed into the body and turn it into your own use.

Therefore, Ren Wuwei said that Yin Miaomiao had lost his memory and had damaged his mind. After conquering the earth fire, he did not absorb it, but just saved it and borrowed it. Who would be unwise?

In contrast, Ye Zhou is a typical example of the front.

He is an alchemist, and the flames that are too fierce and domineering are not suitable for alchemy. Ye Chen searched for him for a long time and got a cluster of Tianxin forest fires. This thing is a wildfire naturally formed by sunlight in the mountains and forests. It was weak and peaceful at the beginning, and it could also be

It burns all over the mountains and fields and restrains plants, trees and monsters. It is not rare, but it is most suitable for alchemy.

On the contrary, it does not directly absorb the formed flame, but collects related objects into the body and fuses to make them into spiritual fire.

The most famous one is "Golden Crow Fire".

The monks must collect the morning light in the morning, the sunset at noon, and the afterglow in the sunset for 7, 49 consecutive days, and combined with many auxiliary materials, to refine the "Golden Crow Fire" in the dantian.

The red lotus fire is more special, rarely both absorption and refining. Earth-center fire, burning spirit fire and phoenix fire are all naturally formed flames, but they are fused together to become the unique red lotus fire.

The question is, with the Red Lotus Fire, Yin Miaomiao could not refine another kind of spiritual fire in his life. How would she refine the Sun Chuhui?

The author has something to say: relax for a while, and then you still need to practice~

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