female fairy Yan Qingqiu

Chapter 95

"I still think they hide their strength and bide their time, there must be a conspiracy."

Hengwen Xingjun also agreed with what Wuzhen Xingjun said, how could the ambitious Ye Feixuan be changed by a letter from the Emperor of Heaven.

Overtly and secretly testing the bottom line of the heavenly realm, and according to reports from the spies of the devil realm, Ye Feixuan's goal has always been to conquer the six realms.

Seeing the immortals coming and going around him, Hengwen Xingjun didn't feel much better, so he had to keep silent with Wuzhen Xingjun.

Re-talking about other things with Wuzhen Xingjun, talking about what happened in the past few hundred years.

Among the thousands of words, the one who caught the attention of Wuzhen Xingjun the most was Yan Qingqiu, the Qiurong Fairy who had made a name for herself.

But what is the origin of this person?Wuzhen Xingjun couldn't help but become curious.

"Fairy Qiurong, I've heard of this name, but I can't remember it clearly."

"That day, she was the fairy who supported Nanzhou alone with her body as her source.

"Oh~ she is the Immortal of Nine Colors Brilliant Blossoms."

Then he talked about the darker secret with Wuzhen Xingjun.After listening to Hengwen Xingjun's report, Wuzhen Xingjun also suddenly realized.

It turned out that this Yan Qingqiu was Lan Shun who exposed Zhenghong's conspiracy. After all these years, although Lan Shun disappeared in the heaven, his reputation became more and more famous, even he had heard of it quite a bit.

But after hearing about it, there was still no ups and downs in his heart. He only praised Yan Qingqiu a little more in his heart, and he wasn't too curious.

The two brothers talked and chatted, and unknowingly followed the flow of people to Xianghuolin Palace.

On weekdays, the Xianghuolin Palace is deserted, but in this good festival, it is already overcrowded and it is difficult to get through.

"Third brother, you are here to seek marriage for me, are you?"

Seeing the closely packed figures, Wu Zhen couldn't help frowning, shook his head, and wanted to turn around and leave.

Hengwen Xingjun grabbed his sleeves and said with a light smile, "Don't think too much about it. If you come, you will be at ease. It's better not to neglect Lao Yue in the cold. After all, he has helped you a lot."

Looking at the huge crowd in front of him, Mr. Heng Wenxing was also filled with emotion. He also participated in many festive activities and witnessed many lively scenes, but none of them was as lively as Xianghuolin Palace.

Wuzhen Xingjun twitched the corners of his mouth and clicked his tongue even more.

At this time, several greetings came from behind Hengwen, looking for the reputation, it was a few colleagues from Wenyuan Academy.

"I'll go and exchange some pleasantries with them, don't move around here, I'll come back as soon as I go." Heng Wen Xing Jun instructed.

"Okay, then you go and come back quickly"

Seeing Hengwen Xingjun off, there was nothing left and right, with arms folded around his chest, leaning against the red pillar in the corridor, eyes closed and meditating.

The breeze blows through the bamboo curtains in the promenade, and the wind chimes beside the eaves are tinkling, blowing the man's shiny black hair.

Slanted and straight eyebrows, slender and sharp black eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, angular silhouette, slender, tall, burly and rugged figure.

Like an eagle in the blue sky, the tiger in the forest is vigorous and powerful, cold and lonely but aggressive, exuding a strength that is arrogant to the world in solitude and independence.

The other gods passing by the promenade were talking about how some masked shrews came just now, but because there were so many people coming from the Xianghuolin Palace, they cast a spell to stir up the crowd with a strong wind.

Wuzhen Xingjun couldn't help laughing out loud, thinking which fairy is so fierce.While he was thinking about it, several noisy quarrels caught his attention at the gate of Xianghuolin's palace, and he looked up:

I saw a half-circle of female fairies in front of the palace gate, and several gorgeously dressed fairies were pointing at the masked woman, speaking harshly.

Originally, I only looked at these things as a joke, but until that familiar voice sounded in the crowd.

Wuzhen Xingjun was stunned in place, after careful identification, he couldn't help exclaiming: "It's her!"

Looking at the reputation, among the three masked fairies, the person he had been looking for was among them. Even though she covered her appearance, he was able to clearly identify her identity.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned over the long corridor and jumped. Seeing such a huge reaction from the Wuzhen, Hengwen Xingjun hurriedly followed up with his colleagues.

When he rushed to the gate of the temple, the three female fairies had disappeared without a trace, and disappeared in front of him again.

But this time he is not a mortal, and he immediately formed seals with both hands, following the traces of spells...

And before that...

Yan Qingqiu and Chi Yun were dragged to Xianghuolin Palace reluctantly by Chang Ping.

The three of them hadn't reached the outside of the hall, and they were dumbfounded for a moment when they looked at the piles of people from a distance.

Yan Qingqiu pointed at the sea of ​​people in front of him, and laughed dumbly: "Are you sure we can get in?"

Seeing this, Chi Yun felt a little more thankful, and if she had an excuse to shirk, she would naturally not let it go.

"Yeah, let's go to Tianhe to light the lanterns. The Tianhe is vast and full of rivers, so it won't be as narrow as the Xianghuolin Palace."

Although what Yan Qingqiu Chi Yun said was not unreasonable, Chang Ping was not the kind of person who gave up easily.

He solemnly raised his hand and interrupted the words of the two: "I have a way, just listen to me."

After all, in the eyes of the two, Chang Pingsu conjured up three masks and handed them to Yan Qingqiu and Chi Yun respectively.

Yan Qingqiu looked at the mask with exquisite patterns, not knowing why, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Chang Ping put on a mask, pulled out his hairpin and put it in a bun, and tied up his cascading long hair with a blue headband to secure it.

"Of course, I will be self-willed again, but now I am not only me, but also Yan Tong's wife, so I have to save him some face."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly urged the two of them to put on their masks, so as not to compromise their identity and etiquette later.Yan Qingqiu Chi Yun didn't know what she was going to do, but he obediently followed suit.

Good sister!Chang Ping couldn't help smiling when he watched the two of them move.

Holding hands with each other, following Chang Ping's quick steps, Chang Ping let go of Yan Qingqiu's left hand when he was only a hundred meters away from the gate of the main hall.

When Yan Qingqiu saw the appearance of the magic weapon, her heart skipped a beat. She seemed to have guessed what Chang Ping was going to do.

"You don't mean to..."

Before she finished speaking, hurricanes hit the crowded crowd, and the hurricanes scattered all the immortals, and several people walked along the long clear road and went straight into the hall.

Those high-level immortals and gods are not keen on seeking love, but care more about self-cultivation, improving their cultivation, and descending to save the world and save people.

Among the people who formed the sea, most of them were Shangxians. After Chang Ping took Jiuchamengxuandan, their cultivations belonged to Shangxians, and because of the unexpected hurricane, all the immortals were unprepared.

Yan Qingqiu and Chi Yun apologized to those immortal families who were blown away while walking.

The huge shock spread throughout the entire Xianghuolin Palace, and all the immortals in the Xianghuolin Palace also looked towards the door because of the loud noise.

I saw three female fairies with masks on their faces, striding towards the marriage tree.

Under the scorching eyes of everyone, Yan Qingqiu became a little shy, with a fairy face, and lowered his head
Wrap your fingers in silk.

"go"

Chang Ping pointed to the Marriage Tree, and the two stepped forward to ask for a lottery.

Thousands of crimson silk ribbons hang down from the red silk and green tree. As the two people approach, the red silk will automatically move without wind.

Chang Ping is more concerned about Chi Yun's important affairs, compared to her age of [-] years, he diligently probes to check, and sees a sign signed by the spirit: If you don't get the body, you can't see the person

Chi Yun muttered a few words, and then said with a smile: "It seems that my marriage is far from coming."

After saying that, she spread her palm, and the spirit stick floated up again, turned into a red thread and returned to the marriage tree.

Then, Yan Qingqiu showed his spiritual lottery: Sometimes in fate, there must be something, and there is always time in fate, don't force it.

From these fourteen characters, Chang Ping could see that Yan Qingqiu's marriage was still there, but it was bumpy and extremely difficult.

After reading the spirit lottery, the group of immortals who were blown away also came to question angrily.

In the turbulent flow of the crowd, the three of them were swept out of the hall. Although Changping summoned the wind to attack them secretly, they did clean up the crowded crowd.

Some immortals with a good temper don't want to argue with them on this good festival, but it's just a group of people, and another group surrounds them like this.

Faced with many angry questions, Yan Qingqiu and Chi Yun bowed their heads and apologized, and promised that there will be no similar incidents in the future.

(End of this chapter)