Chapter 5, the first makeup of willow silk, the willow waist is slender and bent to sleep

The evening wind is gentle, and the remnant sun is in the west, and there is a city of smoke and willows.

The fire in the upper palace stopped at the gate with Tianci. The two antique words "Liucheng" were wonderful.

The wall is about three feet high, and the whole body is made of bluestone bricks. The vines above are climbing and crisscrossed, and the smell of oldness comes to the face.

Under the afterglow of the sunset, the bells are ringing, quiet and far away. The restless heart of heaven calmed down in an instant, and the mind was clear. The fluttering love and the condensed six desires seemed to be far away from the gift from heaven. The road was faint and within reach.

"Liu Cheng, I'm here again!" The fire in the palace showed a look of remembrance and went to the city.

God's gift followed closely.

Natural, quiet and beautiful. There was a masked fairy in Liucheng who opened the veil of mystery in front of God.

The stream mes and flows through Liucheng. The willow trees stand in a row on the embankment, and the small wooden buildings are scattered on both sides of the stream.

In the streets paved with bluestone slabs, willow leaves are flying all over the ground, and the eyebrows are horizontally long.

The whole Liucheng looks empty, lonely and sparsely populated.

"Usually, there are old and young women living in Liucheng, and most of the men of the Shanggong family are looking for a place to study." The fire in Shanggong slowly told the sky about the situation of Liucheng. But today is December 25th. At the Dongji Prayer Festival, the members of the Shanggong family will return to Liucheng to reunite.

"Oh, what is the Prayer Festival?" Tianci felt that he was too lacking in understanding of human society.

"It is said that December 25 is the day when the gods come, and people pray to the gods on this day. In fact, these are just nonsense, but even if we know that some things are not credible, we will still do it. The fire in the upper palace seemed to be a little depressed.

Tianci did not understand these traditions that contain too many fragrant feelings. He just felt that Liucheng was really beautiful and quiet, as if he had returned to the isolated small valley of the ancient floating mountains. The only difference was that Liucheng was full of willow trees, not Jiuqu Huangquanluo.

"You will also live in Liucheng in the future. I still have something to deal with. When I have time, I will teach you the principles of magic and life." Shanggong Liuhuo walked to a pavilion and stood quietly, with a smell of loneliness.

"Is it the disaster of Yangjiu? What the hell is going on?" God gave me a keen feeling of something.

"Alas! Jindan turned nine times, and the anode was born. He passed into the son of heaven and was defeated as a soul of death. When you reach the state of being a father in the future, you will understand that the so-called real king figure of Jindan Jiu Zhuan is just a poor person under the way of heaven!" Shanggong Liu said sadly, no longer the usual pride.

God gave it to me silently, standing in a daze, looking at the willow silk in front of me dancing gently in the wind, one by one, like thousands of strands of love, falling on the world.

The sky is slightly dark, the cool wind is blowing, and the tired birds are chirling.

Suddenly, there was a roar from afar, and Liucheng became lively in an instant, as if it was in a bustling city from a paradise.

God raised his head and looked up, and the figures of people riding tall horses stepped into the sky one by one, overwhelming the earth, and there were tens of thousands of them!

The powerful essence is intertwined, forming an invisible airflow that penetrates the clouds and the sky. Even if it is dozens of miles away, Tianci can obviously feel the waves of heat coming.

The shadows flew into Liucheng, like water waves scattered in all over the place.

The sound of "bang" gradually fades away, fades away, and even becomes silent.

The small buildings in Liucheng lit up one by one, full of smiles, full of incense, and a room reunion.

"Are those all from the Shanggong family?" Tianci was surprised and even said with a little fear.

"Yes, there are hundreds of thousands of direct members of the Shanggong family, the lowest of which is the innate realm. There are thousands of masters in the Jindan period, which is enough to sweep all the big and small tribes except the super tribe!" Shanggong Liuhuo said proudly

"Is this the strength of the super tribe? The direct members alone are so powerful. If you add the collateral and those subordinate members, how strong should they be? God's gift is shocked in the bottom of my heart, and the reputation is really not blown!

"It's another prayer festival." Since entering Liucheng, Shanggong Liuhuo seems to have changed into a person. For a long time, he said to Tianci, "I will take you to see the future hope of the Shanggong family. They should be the same age as you."

Shanggong Liuhuo said and grabbed the gift of heaven. The next moment, they already appeared in a Liuyuan.

If the flowers are full, the moon is full, and it's a good person to grow up. Three, three, two, two, two, whose daughter, listen to the songbird branch.

A pile of people stood around, chatting and bragging, and laughing.

gorgeous brocade clothes, skirts dragging the floor, male talent and female appearance, each has its own spring and autumn.

Most of them are in their teens and twenties, just young and young.

The fire in the upper palace seems to have integrated into the darkness and shuttled between the crowds.

Tianci listened carefully and found that it was just ordinary family words, chanting poems, chatting and farting.

When Shanggong Liuhuo saw a group of people, he suddenly stopped and stood behind him and said, "God-given, they are the people you want to know and pay attention to in the future. Now you can show me one by one."

When Tianci heard the words, more than a dozen people were natural, just like all kinds of men and women of Mr. Wang Sun's eyes.

The breath is not exposed, which has a kind of harmonious and flawless meaning, but several of them are flying and stretching out, and the top of the brain is about a glow rushing out, which is a solid golden elixir master.

The God-given heart is down. The group of people who seem to be the oldest are only in their twenties, but they are not weaker than themselves.

Although God's cultivation is short, his talent is amazing. It is dozens or hundreds of times that of ordinary people, and he has eaten the curvature that contains huge pure yang vitality since he was a child. Although it has not been absorbed and refined, it has laid a solid foundation for God's gift. The reason why God's gift has today's achievements is mostly due to the curvature.

If ordinary people want to practice until they are born, they usually need a Jiazi, and this is calculated according to the age of adulthood.

monism is not that the younger the age, the better, but whether a person's soul is mature. Generally speaking, it is the best time for adulthood.

Reaching innate success in your teens is no longer related to talent. Without opportunity and heritage, even if it is a gift from heaven, it is impossible to have the power equivalent to innate success or even the golden elixir period in less than a year.

At this moment, men and women are standing under a super-large willow tree and talking about elegance.

The stone tables and chairs next to me are lined up, simple and simple. A stream is winding and jingling, flowing through. The round moon hangs low on the willows, and the birds are singing.

One of the men's Xuanfu feather fan, Yongrong and noble, was given by God under the guidance of Shanggong Liuhuo, and knew that he was called Shanggong Blazing.

I only heard Shanggong Qilie say, "Guys, once a year, recite poems and appreciate the moon. Now it's the Prayer Festival. We practice Taoism and cultivation. In the end, it depends on the cultivation of the state of mind. No matter how powerful it is, it is a pavilion in the air."

"Yes, we use willow as the title every year. This year is not as good as usual, each writing a poem to talk about it." A man named Kamimiyahara said.

"Okay, since you volunteered, let's start with you and see if you are still **?" Someone began to make a coax.

"Yes, yes, what Enron said is very true." Everyone started to coax together in an instant.

Shanggongyuan was extremely confident, smiled casually, looked up at the sky, and read, "The willow silk is light and the moon melts, and they are all flower admirers together. The crows in the trees should think of me and arouse the willow flowers flying all over the river.

"At this level? Have you been in a state of mind for a year? It's plain and strange. Someone immediately jumped out with a complacent comment.

Shanggongyuan was slightly embarrassing and counterattacked, "You are at stake, you come!"

"Come on! Who am I afraid of!" The young man was so competitive that he provoked gunpowder in a few words. The long moaning sounded again: "The wind wants to be old, not like breaking deep and shallow branches. Climb the nine-day Yao pool and fly in the world with wind and rain.

"It's too bad, too bad, insult my ears!" Everyone laughed and joked with each other. They were not convinced, and they made trouble for a long time in a blink of an eye.

Tianci looked aside. I couldn't believe that they were so talented. They were stunned. Compared with them, it's just like the city and the city, the spark and the bright moon, the difference is more than ten thousand miles.

"Bright, butterfly clothes, why don't you have a song? It's your last time every time. This won't work!" The voice of surprise sounded, and a stone was thrown into the water.

"Yes, why do you always fall behind the butterfly clothes?" Voices from all directions besieged a man.

Butterfly clothes and flowers dance, powder sprinkled in the curtain. The moon may come and see, but the moon goes without a trace.

Lazy, leisurely, casual, wearing a red dress. Qingsi Waterfall, picturesque eyebrows, light and light, pink. Standing among the people, if you are separated, the resentment is infinite.

Shanggong Butterfly Yi was helpless. He looked lazily at the scaly stream shining from time to time and casually said, "The water is the waves of the eyes, and the willow is frowning. If you don't show your eyebrows in your life, who will understand this?

The beautiful woman is independent. Looking at it from afar, Tianci feels that the Shanggong butterfly clothes seem to be integrated with the willow tree, lazy and idle, and how godlike the willow tree moving with the wind.

Tianci suddenly became poetic, self-tendered, and did not spit out quickly: "The willow silk is the first makeup, and the willow waist is slender and bent to sleep."

"Who?" Everyone stared at the place where the God-given was and was uncertain.

God's gift stopped abruptly, and the poetry suddenly disappeared, and he vomited blood sadly.

What's more speechless is that Shanggong Liuhuo can obviously hide his voice. Now he doesn't know why he is crazy. He actually let himself show off his eloquence. It's a shame! Tianci couldn't help covering his face and tears.

"It's me." The figure of Shanggong Liuhuo and Tianci slowly emerged, from virtual to real.