The fairy cultivator is doted on by the six-year-old cubs

Chapter 51: Lantern Festival

Fortunately, there is nothing weird inside the golden beast egg, but a great auspiciousness in the prehistoric world, and it is also a beautiful beast riding yellow, Bai Zhizhi shrank back the tears in his eyes.

Mo Qianjun was also very happy. He found that his little apprentice had no magical powers, and seemed to be very popular with Zaizai. Now that the little apprentice has returned to the Qi refining period, it would be better...

Mo Qianjun glanced at the cubs next to the little apprentice. He had all the gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and Lei barely had them.

"Zhizhi, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, Master will take you to Fangshi~"

"Tuogu" succeeded, and Bai Zhizhi, who had harvested a lot, was so happy that he returned to the sect happily.

As soon as he got home, Bai Zhizhi poured the things given by the old Shenlong into the courtyard on the bluestone floor, and a burst of brilliance instantly illuminated the plain courtyard. At this time, Bai Zhizhi and the old Shenlong had the same aesthetics surprisingly, It doesn't matter what kind of stones these are, what matters is that they shine!

The grades of these ores given by the old candle dragon are different, and the varieties are even different. Some are the best products that have long since disappeared in the prehistoric world, and some are ordinary fluorite. The only thing these ores have in common is shining!The ultimate sparkle!

There are even some in it, not even mentioning the all-encompassing spectrum of all things. Apart from dazzling, I don’t know what is useful for the time being, but is it important for a child...

Bai Zhizhi is like a money fan sitting on a golden mountain, counting it is a joy.

After Bai Zhizhi finally counted herself to sleep, the little herb slave who had taken on a new look looked at the sky outside, and there was a hint of sternness on her usually dazed little face, the moon was dark and the wind was high...

Little Yaonu walked around the yard, pried a piece of bluestone brick that was in his hand, changed his figure, brought a few small animals with the same cruel face, and quietly moved towards the residence of those people.

Now the little disciples are all living in the eastern half of Wanjianzong. A few little guys looked at the map and found that those people live in a relatively remote place, which is a good place to fight sap!

It is worth mentioning that they obtained the map and magic weapon "accidentally" in the afternoon. The mask was given to them by Master Zhizhi along with the gifts of the Lantern Festival. The one on the road, with a shadowy back, looks a bit like Elder Yang...

In the middle of the night, the dormitory area was very quiet. The female disciple who threw the inkstone was probably still in the Discipline Hall. The yard was pitch black and nothing could be seen, and there were still lights in the yard of the others.

The little ones chose one and touched it, and the little parrot flew up to have a look, he was meditating, forget it...Master Zhizhi said that if a meditator is suddenly interrupted, he might go crazy, what's so funny about being crazy...

Zaitan... also meditating, Zaitan... Hey!That's it!
At this time, the person in the room was smiling and was reading a booklet. The little drug slave vaguely glanced at the cover, which showed two villains fighting. No more clothes.

If you don't practice at night and watch people fight, start beating him!

The people inside were probably too happy to see it, the little guy touched into the yard, and the other party couldn't find anything unusual.

"Click!" Xiao Yaonu threw a stone and smashed it on the barrier, who knew that the person didn't come out to check, but quickly stuffed the booklet under the pillow, and hastily put on a training pose.

"Boom!" A big brick hit the barrier, and the people inside actually looked like they were asleep again...

"..." It's unbearable!
The little drug slave stepped forward and kicked the barrier, I don't know how the little drug slave did it, the barrier is as fragile as paper, boo!It broke apart...

A group of masked beasts rolled up their sleeves and picked up the thing pretending to be sleeping, and they were beaten up. In the end, the little drug slave snatched the picture book again...

emmm... the painter is not bad, she has seen it before in those who are in charge, it seems that this kind of painted picture book has to be read secretly, or...

The little guys knocked the young man unconscious with a brick, then sneakily took the picture book, and turned outside the house of the previous people, and soon they were knocked unconscious by the brick one by one, and were placed neatly In the yard, made a hard study...

"Hey..." Don't think they didn't see it, that careless son-in-law Xiu was just pushed out to stand out, they could see clearly the proud faces of several people!

After confirming that they would not be able to wake up until the morning of tomorrow, and that their positions were prominent and conspicuous no matter where they were viewed from, the little ones laughed silently for a while before groping back to the small yard.

What they didn't know was that they were followed by a group of orioles, who helped them get well.

The next morning, it was Big Tianma who came to pick him up again. When Bai Zhizhi saw him, his head buzzed. Fortunately, he didn't bring homework this time...

The Lantern Festival, a festival unique to the southern region in winter!On this day, young men and women in the southern border will fold a red plum and stick it in the hair of the person they like, taking the meaning of "steadfast and unswerving" to show their love to the person they like.

Later, this custom gradually spread throughout the entire southern region, no longer folding flowers, but replacing it with hand-carved red plum hairpins, and it is no longer limited to men and women who love each other, brothers and sisters, boudoir friends, close elders, loved ones Juniors can send...

The auspicious implication of being full of five blessings and perseverance must also be carved by hand, but the color will be different for different people.

For this reason, Bai Zhizhi has been carving hairpins for two months. As early as a few days ago, Bai Zhizhi gave the hairpins made by her to her relatives and friends. rebate.

There is great news, Xiao Xianbao has woken up, and his cultivation has inexplicably recovered to the perfection of Qi refining, and he is also carving hairpins these days.I plan to arrange one for my favorite ancestors, aunts, and sisters.

As for what you can't bring without hair... Of course, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and the hairpin can be inserted in front of it...

The flower hairpin sent by Xiao Xianbao is carved from linden wood. It is a small flat wooden hairpin. The whole body is carved with plum patterns with a thin carving knife, and it is dyed a light purple, which is simple and fresh.

What Xiao Qianlan sent was carved with purple spiritual jade, and two beautiful plum blossoms quietly bloomed on the head of the hairpin, making it very delicate and elegant.

The hairpin sent by Bai Jiaojiao was polished by a unique crystal stone of Ghost Domain. Each petal has many different small cut surfaces, making the whole hairpin crystal clear, brilliant, dazzling and beautiful.

There are also masters, brothers from the Gu family, young senior sisters, fourth and fifth senior brothers, and Elder Gu, who all sent their own gifts.
Even Chu Hui and Lao Ta entrusted Lingbao to bring her a hairpin made of plum blossoms and black jade with the petals of Chu Hui. The jade is black and shiny, very much like Lao Ta's body...

There are still two, one is engraved with "Xuan" and the other is engraved with "Secret"...

　Cheng Huang ah ~ Cheng's lifespan can be three thousand years old, the master and apprentice have not yet realized the seriousness of the problem!
　　ps: The author is in the same codeword as the wind, and I can try to update more in a few days. It takes a little time to avoid deviating from the track
　　
　
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