"So, go and invite?"

　　 Feng Siyu stuffed a handful of snacks into his mouth, the bright brown apricot pupils gleaming.

　　 "So, go and invite!"

　　 The water ghost held a shaking goblet and made such a suggestion.

Then seeing Wei Yuan seemed to hesitate, the old Taoist thought a little bit, but he knew that Wei Yuan was a kind of character who was very keen on details, such an obvious straight shot, it was too easy to be spotted flaws, at this time, he did not To deal with it, the monk over there has closed his eyes and chanted sutras to escape reality.

　　 And at this moment, the water ghost drank the Happy Water in one gulp. When everyone was a little confused about how to continue, he patted the table and said fearlessly:

　　 "Boss."

　　 He said: "Are you counseling again?!"

　　 Wei Yuan: "…………"

　　 Zhang Ruosu: "…………"

　　 Qi Family Army Battle Spirit: "…………"

　　 Yuanjue: "…………"

If this is a stage play, then the water ghost is the absolute center. At this time, there should be a high-powered lighting lamp that is not usually available to hit him from all directions, setting off the water ghost in everyone’s eyes as if it were a god. Generally handsome and bright, or as tragic as a hero of ancient Greek mythology.

　　 But this is reality.

　　The water ghost is like a convenience store clerk who is carrying a happy water and charging towards a heavily armed violent group in a funny way.

　　Ding, the water ghost used the skill to explode and sacrifice, and the effect was outstanding!

　　 After a while, the water ghost was crossed upside down again. Before crossed out, he stretched out his thumb and gestured at the crowd, with a hearty smile on his face.

　　‘My life has no regrets. ’

　　 Let the old Taoist priest and soldier soul take a breath of air and respect.

Whether it was Feng Siyu’s ears or the water ghost’s self-destructive attack, Wei Yuan and Jue finally succeeded in getting out of the house. It was already winter, and the weather was a bit cold, but Wei Yuan felt that his heart did not know why. Accelerate the beating.

　　 Scientific research has proved that the surrounding atmosphere can also adversely affect people’s emotions and reason.

So, taking a roller coaster with someone you like will make his or her heart beat faster, mistakenly thinking that such a faster heart beat will like you, so haunted houses and horror movies will also become young men and women with that little thought. The best place for gatherings.

　　 As long as the girl in your heart is not the kind of instinct that instinctively kills the staff of the haunted house.

　　 Then, the favorability bonus is extremely high.

The thoughts in Wei Yuan's mind were disturbing. He was just simply giving a gift, but when he was engaged like this, he was a little cramped. He smiled and nodded as if nothing happened. The goddess over there recalled With those paintings just now, I subconsciously averted my eyes.

　　 Wei Yuan's smile solidified.

　　 Are you serious about taking a step back?

　　 was originally just a commemorative gift.

　　 There is no need to do this.

　　 "Morning."

　　 "Well, early."

　　 After a simple greeting, it was a long embarrassment.

An inexplicable silence was fermenting between the two, and it made the water ghost who was watching sigh. In the distant Qingqiu Middle School, the female Jiao curled her lips. This guy was really awkward. In the end, Wei Yuan seemed to have enthralled those who had moved to the Six Nations. With a lonely voice, he asked in a normal tone:

　　 "I think Ehuang and Nyuying are here."

　　 He smiled and said, "It's rare to see them. Would you like to have a potluck together tonight?"

　　 Shuigui secretly clenched his fists.

Great!

　　 The goddess raised her hand and fingers to gently tidy up the blue silk hanging from the temples, and said as usual: "Okay."

A gleam of light flashed through Feng Siyu's eyes.

　　 Feng Siyu and the water ghost exchanged glances with each other.

　　 Hum, you did a good job.

　　 You are okay too.

　　 Then the fingers of the girl's back were tapping the Morse code sensitively.

　　 The hung-up water ghost swayed and issued Morse codes at a frequency.

　　 "Here is snacks, here is snacks, phase tasks have been completed, over."

　　 "This is Coke, this is Coke, the phased tasks have been completed, over."

　　 The girl caressed her sunglasses.

The elegant white hair turned into a neat high ponytail, and the corners of the eyes were red eyeshadows. When he raised his hand, the loose feathers tightened the waistline, and the corners of the mouth were hooked. From that kind of elegant Qingqiu country lord, he turned into a carry The goddess Tushan, who walked the mountains and seas with the long whip handed down by the Shennong family, had the pleasure of traveling back then.

　　 leaned on the high-back chair, wearing a baseball cap, and patted the "script" in his hands:

　　 "OK, pass."

　　 "Next scene."

　　………………

In the winter of 　　quan city, there is no way to see the heavy snowfall like in the north, but the sky is clear and clear, and the starry sky can be seen at night. Because of the lack of light pollution here, the starry sky can be more pure.

　　 After a delicious meal, Wei Yuan did a little absent-mindedly.

　　 And everyone was absent-mindedly eating.

　　 Only Comrade Zhang Hao, a member of the special operations team, who drove on time and drove for a meal, still ate happily.

　　 even successfully suppressed Feng Siyu in terms of the amount of food eliminated.

　　 "I have practiced hard."

　　 Zhang Hao held the tea and said modestly in the tone of Versailles, satisfied.

But I didn’t say that in order to fight against Feng Siyu’s suppression, I used chopsticks to quickly clip soybeans in the belly of ordinary people’s dumbbells on my arms every day. This was not because of the **** enthusiasm, but because of the food. Purpose.

　　The food is always great.

　　 and the free food is even more delicious.

Zhang Hao, who doesn’t know what layout will be next, successfully played a role in disturbing Wei Yuan and Jue’s own judgment, while the old Taoist, Feng Siyu, and even the water ghost have quietly left the museum restaurant. Today’s Gifts must be atmospheric, and it is always weird to give gifts at a family dinner.

　　 Painter Ghost sat cross-legged in the small attic on the second floor of the flower shop.

　　 Surrounded by large expanses of violets.

　　 This represents eternal beauty and love, simple virtue and the never-fading midsummer.

Integrating these three points, such mysterious and quiet flowers always symbolize the long-lasting existence and beauty, like the high wind hovering above the nine heavens, like the lonely human being in the world, and the wind will not stop flowing. , Just as human beings never give up exploring.

　　 The painter looked down at the museum cross-legged, with several canvases next to her. She put on earphones and drank a drink, and replied, "Well, it's in tuning mode now, 123, 123, vodka is in place."

　　 "If you plug in the name of the old man painter, you will surely capture the best picture."

　　 She raised her neck and filled her belly with a mysterious liquid drink.

　　While waiting for something to happen, she took out her mobile phone and swiped silently.

　　 I saw that there are fans in her fan base asking if she will still produce food recently?

　　 "It's a pity, the old man has already gone ashore."

　　 The girl painter whispered regretfully.

　　 When those fans were sobbing and marveling that a grandmaster was about to fall.

　　 She tick the corner of her mouth, and then triumphantly added:

　　 "But I can still jump down again."

　　 "Hmm, not only that, I can also jump sideways on the shore and spread my wings on the shore."

She put away her mobile phone and stretched out her thumb to gesture to the environment. There was still a pity in her heart. It was a pity that almost all of her masterpieces could not be passed. The final gift was just a pottery made by herself. There is no way. It is really a pity. It’s rare to draw a good one.

　　 What a pity.

The old Taoist got out of the little paper man in the museum, and soared into the sky. With his sleeve robe, the spell returned to the wind and the fire was displayed, condensing all the smog and other pollution over the entire old street, and letting the starry sky of the night appear. Can be more suitable for gifts.

　　 Shuigui quietly climbed to the second floor. His task was to pass back photos from various perspectives to the female females of Qingqiu Kingdom. Seeing the ghost of the painter, he said weirdly: "What are you drinking?"

　　 "Drink, I call him Quanzhou Happy Water."

　　 The water ghost sees the painter’s drinks, which are the same color as Happy Water.

He took a glass with interest, looked at the old street in sorrow, then drank it with his neck up, his complexion solidified, he turned his head and squirted the black drink directly, his eyes widened, and he coughed violently. : "This, this, what is this?"

　　 Accompanied by cultivation, gradually solidified to his sixteen or seventeen-year-old painter ghost said:

　　 "Happy water."

　　 The water ghost was startled, furious, and said flatly: "This is not cola water at all!"

　　The painter ghost said slowly: "This makes me happy, why can't it be called Happy Water?"

　　 "And, aren't the colors all the same?"

　　 The corners of the water ghost's mouth twitched: "...you are heresy!"

　　 "What the **** is this?"

The painter thought for a while, breaking his fingers and said: "If you are talking about proportioning, I think about it, 2 ounces of vodka, 1 ounce of white rum, 2 ounces of lemon juice, 1 ounce of gin, 1 ounce of tequila. Liquor, 1/2 ounce of orange wine, and cola."

　　 "Coke? How much?"

　　The girl painter looks at her nose, nose and heart, and smiles shyly:

　　 "Amount."

　　Water Ghost: "…………"

　　 The water ghost in a deacon’s uniform took out the lighter gracefully and moved to the artist’s happy water.

　　 slapped open.

　　 There was a splash, and a blue flame burned on the surface of the happy water.

　　Blue veins burst out of the water ghost's forehead: "You said this is happy water?!"

　　 "It's happy water."

　　 "This is not happy water at all!"

During the confrontation between the happy water team at the museum, Ehuang was on the phone and learned that the wife she had been following silently had the intention to return to the market. She was relieved a lot, and then looked outside nervously. At such a young age, Nujiao inherited the whip of Shennong Taste Baicao, and then she was different from Wang Yu's character in walking the world, she was softer and gentler.

　　 At this time, Feng Siyu's wings spread out behind him, and he flew in the air with a flower basket.

　　 Her task is to create atmosphere, atmosphere, atmosphere!

　　 is like the cupid in that legend.

　　 pretended to pull the bow, "Huh, this arrow runs through the stars..."

　　 Only at this time, the child from the neighbor of the museum happened to be in the attic and opened the window. Originally, he wanted to see the scenery outside, but he saw a beautiful and ethereal young girl flapping her wings behind her, and she was taken aback.

　　 Feng Siyu who looks like a bow and arrow: "..."

　　 Only then did he remember that he hadn't covered his breath, he was taken aback for a while, and didn't think much.

　　 There is no consciousness of social death.

　　 smiled brilliantly, and stretched out his hand: "Trick or treat if you don't give sweets!"

　　 For her, it doesn't matter what this section or section.

　　 There is food, it’s a good festival to be able to fish!

The neighbor of the museum whose brain was stuck in a daze took out his own fruit candy and handed it over, and then saw the plume girl leaving triumphantly. It took a while to react, turned around, and took a deep breath, almost crawling. Ran downstairs.

"mother!"

　　 can still hear his shouting faintly: "Come out to see the angel!"

Feng Siyu stuck out his tongue, fluttered his wings and flew into the sky, blessing himself with an invisibility spell to prevent anyone from seeing it. The original plan was that as long as they gave gifts, they would throw all these flowers down, like It's the same story scene.

　　 At this time, Jue, who didn't know at all, and Wei Yuan, who had vaguely guessed the problem.

　　 There are only two of them left in the house.

Even Zhang Hao has been set up and crossed by the Qi family’s soldier spirit and Yuanjue in the name of learning the sword and fists. It is conceivable whether it is fighting the Qi’s army soul with the sword at that time, or trying the fist and fists with Xuanzang’s descendants. , Taoist priests were not pleased.

　　 Wei Yuan took a deep breath.

　　 You are done, really when I didn’t react...

　　 wait for me.

　　 And Jue was also thinking about how to give the pottery he made to Wei Yuan.

"correct……"

The two of them looked at each other at the same time, and the pupils looked at each other almost unexpectedly. At the beginning, the strange atmosphere suddenly became more subtle. On the second floor of the flower building, the shy girl painter slapped the water ghost on top of the head. He fell to the ground, eyes piercing and watching the next development.

　　 "Get out of the way for the old man!"

Feng Siyu, who was soaring in the air, was about to drop petals, but found that when he first took the candy, he had spilled all the petals, and the water ghost directly overturned the girl painter who had smashed the drink. The girl’s left arm and right arm, The Wolong and Phoenix chicks disappeared all at once, losing their original purpose and function.

　　 Wei Yuan has seen an immature goddess who still doesn't understand the emotions of the world.

　　 also met her who already understands some truths in the world.

　　 But I haven't seen a girl like this.

　　 The heart speeds up slightly again and again, the sky is clear and the stars are bright.

　　 "Jue, I..."

　　 "Yuan, I..."

　　 The two spoke almost at the same time.

Perhaps it is the traces of the years that have been together in the last years of the Three Kingdoms. Sometimes the two of them are tacitly just right. Their voices paused. Wei Yuan looked at the shocked girl and let out a sigh of relief. For some reason, those Both worries and anxiety have disappeared.

　　 This is just a gift, what are you worried about?

　　 He took out the gift he had already prepared, the pottery he had brought back from the Republic of Yu.

　　 greatly disappointed the girl who can only see this scene through camera technology.

　　 "This is my gift to you."

Wei Yuan spoke softly, and then tapped his fingers on the pottery. The black pupils turned into gold in a short time. At this moment Wuzhiqi at the bottom of the Huai River put down the game console, cursing and preparing to do it. , Right hand stretched out five fingers.

　　 almost at the same time.

　　 Wei Yuan's voice and Wu Zhiqi's voice both rose from the bottom of my heart.

　　 "God's Domain·The Magic of Mountain Miasma."

　　 "God's Domain·A Mirage."

There are miasma in the mountains, and those who stray into it will lose their way, and there are gods named mirages in the waters, who can control the illusion. They are called mirage dragons, but there are also sayings that mirages are just weak creatures and admire the greatness of the dragon god. Disguised himself as a dragon with the illusion, even the identity of the dragon is just an illusion.

　　 But in any case, at the same time, with the power of the **** of the mountain and the **** of Huai Shui, the realm of the illusion is unfolded.

　　 Wuzhiqi said that illusion is something to disdain, but he knows how to do it.

Flying in the air, Feng Siyu with a sad face suddenly saw a light rising from the old street. This soft light filled the whole street almost instantly, not just the museum crowd, even those left behind by the bustling city. The residents who stayed in this slow pace of life have all noticed this light.

　　 opened the window and opened the door.

　　 The stars are shining down on the world, and the singing and dancing of the Yu Terran reappears in the world after more than five thousand years.

　　 People who sing and dance have a short life, but why should they be sad? Even if we have passed away, our culture and words will always be passed on to later generations. Later people will have the same dream and sing the same song with us.

　　 The wind will not die, the civilization will be endless, and people will live forever.

Feng Siyu was stunned, as if it was the actualization of the legend. Under the soft starlight, priests from the past Yu nation crossed the starlight and years, and walked out of the dim yellow past engraved on the utensils. , Came to reality, walked by her side, and danced under the stars.

This is recorded in this pottery, the southern fire **** Zhu Rong's grand ceremonies, the Republic of Yu, Zhourao, Sanmiao, Guan Hungarian, all the people of the land recorded in the Southern Classics of the overseas participated, this was originally thousands of years ago Things that happened.

　　 But at this moment, it's like a crisscross of history, a reappearance of time.

Once the people of the mountains and rivers, wearing masks with flame patterns on their faces, singing and dancing, walking on this street, Xuanyuanqiu merchants hawked jade, and everywhere are decorated with Yu Minguo, and heroic women are holding the young The child walked by, and there was a gentle middle-earth potter squatting there to bargain.

　　 The starlight radiates traces in the wind.

Wei Yuan turned his head and saw the sky star reflected in the girl’s pupils. He was dazed. Then, his expression softened, and he turned his head to watch the reappearance of this scene. There is no need to care about the rest. The Kunlun Heavenly Girl’s voice is soft and soft. , Whispered:

　　 "Didn't you say that you will tell me the previous things only if I give you a period of time?"

"Oh, yes."

　　 Wei Yuan whispered, "Take it as a small exception today."

"Yes?"

　　 "Forget it tomorrow."

　　 "Well, that's okay."

　　 The two did not look at each other, their voices communicated quietly, but there seemed to be something quiet and warm in their hearts. Wei Yuan's heart after fighting and hard cultivation slowly calmed down, his eyes looked forward with a soft expression.

　　 I want to give you something...

　　 What can I give you?

　　 Send you wind.

　　 give you snow.

　　 Give you the moonlight that never faded that night five thousand years ago.

　　………………

　　Feng Siyu, who was flying in the sky, stared blankly, and accidentally ran into the second floor of the flower shop.

The water ghost has just drunk the painter's happy water, and now the spirit of the wine is surging above his head one by one. When he raised his head, he saw Feng Siyu hitting him directly, and the corner of his mouth twitched, only to scream in time. The person pulls the painter's canvas like a gourd and falls down.

　　 accompanied by the painter’s scream:

　　 "My canvas, my white paint, my happy water, I fight with you!"

The painter Happy Water also fell down and fell to the ground. He didn’t know what he had encountered and burned. Although it didn’t cause any harm, the movement was really big~lightnovelpub.net~ Jue subconsciously. The ground moved a step, and Wei Yuan also subconsciously reacted.

　　 In the sky, Feng Siyu struggled to fan his wings, pulling the water ghost's right leg with both hands.

The water ghost dangled like this, a man's top hat with one hand on his forehead, his clothes clattered like a handsome thief jumping off Big Ben in the Tower of London, and at the same time, he held the camera in his left hand and clicked. I snapped the most important photo of my life.

　　 The sound of the shutter made Wei Yuan and Jue look over subconsciously.

　　 The photo was kept.

In the photo, the young man in black and red clothes stepped forward, while the white-clothed girl was subconsciously guarded. It was just the right response. The girl was half embraced, surrounded by blue silk, touching the hair of the youth’s temples, and the sky was full of stars. , Surrounded by the past years and modern old streets, boundlessly magnificent.

PS: Two in one, five thousand six hundred characters, two thousand and eight when it’s taken apart, but it doesn’t seem to be very good to take it apart, so I posted it together... how to say, I hope everyone will like the daily routine of the museum, but the daily plot It won’t be a lot. This is also trying to improve my weakness in the daily transition of the plot...

　　 I really don’t know how to write daily, I feel that a lot of brain cells have died.

　　Thanks to the seal leader, thank you~

　　

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