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    It is unreasonable for a monk to talk about love. After hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation career of asceticism, the world seems to agree that the right way for a monk is to abandon love and abandon love. When talking about love, it is like a scourge  .  For a person like Xuan Huan, who has cultivated for nearly ten thousand years, to speak the words of love, it seems to be a very reasonable thing.

    His question was not aggressive, and even when Ji Yaoge couldn't answer, there was a slight relaxation between his brows, with a kind of sad relaxation.

    She seems to be ruthless, decisive and resolute, but she is very kind to the people around her, affectionate and righteous.  Today, if another person is by her side, she will never leave, so those nervousness is not because he is Xuan Huan, she treats anyone who treats her well like this.

    This has nothing to do with love, just like his treatment of You Huang, or her treatment of Bai Yan.

    Perhaps he did feel a little ignorant, but he shouldn't be able to wait until that day.

    When Xuan Huan realized this, it wasn't sad or lost, but he suddenly had a bold idea.  Seeing the young Xiaojiao biting his lips sadly and guiltily, he smiled, held her face again with his cold hands, pressed his forehead against it, and said in a low voice: "Xiaojiao, put aside those difficult things for now, do you want to give it a try?"  I can teach you what it's like to be a pair of little lovers."

    "Ah?" Ji Yaoge raised his head in bewilderment, his clear pupils were naturally puzzled.

    She has experienced a lot of other people's feelings, but she herself has not clearly felt it - what is the little lover in the world he talked about?  She doesn't understand.

    Xuan Huan blinked mysteriously: "You will know."

    He bent down next to her ear and bit his ear, his voice became younger, no longer like a person who has practiced for nearly ten thousand years.

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    They had no idea how to deal with the Heavenly Book Demon Tower, but the incident of going back to the past allowed them to find temporary peace.

    After a few days of depression, Jiancun gradually returned to normal life. The dead have gone, but the living will continue.  After a short period of depression, Huaxi became more active, like a vigorous green pine, vowed to make Jiancun stronger, and after a long time, he did.  This patriarch of the Hua family has both Hua Mian's naturally optimistic personality and the tenacious perseverance of the Hua family.

    The people in the village love and trust him very much, even though he is young.  Ji Yaoge also likes him, and they hit it off very well.  In order to find out about the current situation, Ji Yaoge had to deal with him, but after several conversations, the two became confidants, and they felt like old friends at first sight.

    After this 10,000-year interval, the ideas of the two unexpectedly collided. Huaxi's Jiancun and Ji Yaoge's Chixiu are similar to a certain extent.  The monks focus on their own practice, and even sects practice hard work. Few monks are single-minded about money, and they are full of low-level things like earning spirit stones. Huaxi is one of them, and Ji Yaoge is also one of them.  one.  Whether it's Jiancun or Chixiu, they are actually the places where many people including them live and work. They were once despised by the world, and then gradually formed their own school.  The capital city where she makes a living, even if it's just a fascination door that is regarded as a third-rate.

    Things in this world should be like this, you must first strengthen yourself before you can be arrogant.

    Huaxi is still just a businessman who can forge swords. Brother Wanhua looks down on him and scoffs at his ideas. After finally meeting Ji Yaoge who can talk to him, he naturally talks happily and holds candles at night.  Ji Yaoge has been in Luhai for hundreds of years, developing Chixiu from a small island to the famous Chixiuzong. Although the ending was worrisome when she left, but for Huaxi at this time, her experience and vision,  There is no doubt that it is much stronger than Huaxi.

    Huaxi benefited a lot from the conversation all day and night. He was still full of ideas, but he was so busy with mundane affairs that he didn't have more time to spend on communication, so he sent Ji Yaoge out of the house with regret, and sent him all the way to the Jianjian District.

    "Isn't that fellow Taoist Xuanhuan?" From a distance, Huaxi saw Xuanhuan standing on the stone path in the sword casting area, surrounded by a group of people who were doing nothing.

    Speaking of which, Xuan Huan and Ji Yaoge are also wonderful people, Ji Yaoge is well versed in the way of management, but Xuan Huan is a person who is obsessed with refining weapons, the two coincidentally complement each other, their conversation and behavior are extraordinary, and I don't know where they came from.  Come on, it's not like Wanhua's people.

    Xuan Huan sat with his head bowed on the boulder beside the stone path, surrounded by mostly children and women, laughing and laughing, begging him for what he had in his hand, every time someone begged, the crowd burst into laughter, that  People proudly lift what they have won over their heads.  Ji Yaoge saw clearly that it was just a bird and insect made of rattan and grass, but Xuan Huan was so skillful, there should be a mechanism inside, and this very ordinary insect and bird were also woven into patterns, the colors were bright, almost fake and real, very appealing to children  and women please.

    At this time, Jiancun is not the same as it was later.sp; Although Ji Yaoge was surprised, he walked under the flowers very cooperatively, and half sat with a drink under his scorching gaze. He let her do whatever she wanted, and didn't force her to pose, but she just felt awkward.  Xuan Huan is outstanding in talent, besides being good at refining weapons, calligraphy and painting are also outstanding. Back then, he and You Huang were both called the second sage of Wanhua. They are both superb in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.  It is beautiful when it comes, and it also has the artistic conception of harmony and harmony.  Ji Yaoge also knows piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she is not proficient, and she has no intention of making a fool of herself. After thinking about it, she simply stood up, holding the wine in one hand and the sword in the other, and gave him a sword dance under the flowers, drinking the time drunk.

    In the long and dull years of Ji Yaoge, it seems that only in the first few years of Wanren Mountain, there was such a comfortable and happy moment. She has only lived for a thousand years. To Xuan Huan, she is still immature and young, and she should be immature  The young one, despite the unparalleled charm given by the long training, she should have been bright and beautiful, like this forest full of spring, just in time for the most prosperous in the world.

    In Xuan Huan's eyes, under his pen, and in his paintings, there is the most beautiful Ji Yaoge. He has never been fascinated by her appearance. What he sees is always the most real her, and it is also the Ji Yao he wishes to see.  Song, and that Ji Yaoge happened to be willing to show it for him.

    There is nothing better than a love in the world at the right time.  Right time, right person, right heart, that's all.

    The scenery is naturally beautiful, the trees are full of peaches, apricots, pears, and pears, and the silhouette of the sword dances like a dance. The tip of the sword picks up a colorful butterfly and sends it to his eyes.  On the top, there is a painting "Sword Dance Spring".

    Ji Yaoge looked at the painting for a long time, and only said: "The painting is very good, but unfortunately there is only one person."

    A long time later, based on her memories, she drew another painting "Drunken Ink Spring Blossoms", which is in the same series as this "Sword Dance Spring".  One person dances a sword, one person writes a pen, and a story becomes the only painting left to Wanhua by the ancestor of Meizong who is not good at painting in the legend.

    "I'll add it later." Xuan Huan said with a smile, but the pen in his hand suddenly dropped.

    "What's wrong?" Ji Yaoge leaned over to pick up his pen.

    Xuan Huan shook his head, only said: "I'm just fascinated by your beauty."

    Ji Yaoge slapped him on the shoulder: "Slick tongue."

    He smiled without saying a word, and his eyes gradually fell to the direction of the five prison towers.

    Of the nine soul lamps, one was extinguished.

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    Forgive me for writing down the romance carefully, because if I don¡¯t write it now, I won¡¯t have much chance to write it later¡­¡­¡­

    This plot is not long, and it will end soon if you follow the plot completely. After all, I am also a person who has written a chapter for hundreds of years.

    In June, I will finish this story.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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