Chapter 90: Moonlight Festival Mid-Autumn Festival 2

However, even if it is ugly, it is best to go. He is not a sanctuary that has been done for hundreds of years like a rain teacher. It is not like a geologist. It is because there are secrets to be in the body, and it is not like the navy, just to do what you want for me. If anyone else, No, it always becomes a special case. If you don’t want to attend, you won’t attend anything. In the long run, others are dissatisfied and talked about it. Even if he doesn’t think it is anything, Junwu is not good at it. Therefore, the current should bear the teacher Qing Xuan: "Well, I will definitely be there at that time."
During the few days, Xie pity tried several methods, and could not succeed in letting the soul of Grace and the body of this man separate, and the grace became more and more proud. Fortunately, there is a millet who has always refused to give him a "squeaky" feeding, otherwise thank you for not wanting to stuff anything into this mouth. On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Xie Pity had a peripheral appearance in the Bodhisattva view, and locked the door, leaving Ruo to continue to bundle the grace and go to Xianjing to report.
The poem cloud "Heavenly white jade, the 12th floor of the five cities. The immortal man cares for me, and ends with a longevity." Bai Yujing here, is said Xianjing. Mid-Autumn Festival, Xianjing sent a new atmosphere, in addition to the street, the promenade, near the tower, thank you have seen a lot of guards, I think that after the flower city came up once, strengthened several times the alert. The banquet was set up in the open air months, and the fragrant fragrant scented, the scent of the scent of the clouds, the flowers like the snow, can be a feast for the fun, while watching the moon. Enjoy the moon on the world, hold the thumb and index finger to pinch a circle, and the moon is at most just in this circle. However, in the Jingjing River, the moon is white and white, as if it is a huge jade curtain standing not far away. It seems that it can catch up with it in a few steps. It is really a beautiful sight that people can't see.
At the head of the banquet, it is natural that Junwu does not need to say. But the rest of the people how to sit, a variety of hidden secrets, order and location are pay attention to, sit high is naturally impossible, sit down, probably the gods are not willing. Xie pity does not matter to this, but the Mid-Autumn Festival feast is to be dressed in formal suits. That is to say, it is best to wear what you look like in the world, what you wear on the day of the feast. Thanks for the fact that there is no at all, so it is still a shame in a white robes, but it is not shabby, but there is no better clothes. This attire is also very eye-catching, so he feels that it is still a hidden point.
Who knows, he had just found a corner to sit down, and looked up, but saw the wind letter came over. Both of them hesitated for a moment, slightly nodding to the other side, it was a greeting. After a few steps, Fengxin went back and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Xie pity thought that he was sitting wrong, stood up and said: "I thought I could sit anywhere."
The wind letter is about to open, but the pity shows that Shi Qingxuan is waving at him in front. Shi Qingxuan was a female woman at this time. Feng Xin looked back and saw that he had seen the shadows. He was shocked and lost his gratitude. He quickly left. Shi Qingxuan also called: "His Royal Highness, here!"
The wind teacher is the big red man in the heavenly court. The position she is sitting in is naturally very good, and it is closer to Junwu. This trick was called, many of the priests looked over, and the original swearing of the prince also saw the pity, and nodded slightly to him, thankfulness had to pass. Along the way, I did not see Lang Qianqiu. It is said that he pushed the Mid-Autumn Festival early in order to find the whereabouts of the sadness. Shi Qingxuan gave a pity to find a position next to him. Feng Shui is excellent. Xie Pity feels that it is not suitable. However, the wind teacher is very difficult, but he has already sat down according to him. You go to the child. The ugly is ugly, but it's quite awkward." At this step, he had to thank him. Turning around, the two people sitting near Mingyi, he is boring his head to play a jade cup, the hand of the cup is even whiter than the jade cup. Look at his face without any serious problems, it seems that the wounds in the ghost market have been raised, thank you: "Grand Master, don't come innocent."
Mingyi’s head does not seem to want to talk. Shi Qingxuan is the opposite of him. Everyone knows, and can say two words before and after, even one hundred and eighty thousand miles away. Xie pity admire him to remember the names of so many size officials. Sitting next to him is a ten-year-old boy with high nose and deep eyes and black hair. Xie pity did not know him, he did not know the pity, the two looked at each other for a while, they were inexplicable, and finally ended up with a thank-you. Looking back and forth, the two people, the wind and the love, opened up incomparably, and the three priests were sitting opposite him and talking very well.
On the left is a black man civil servant, the eyebrows are arrogant, the generous and graceful, the five fingers in the speech gently tap on the table, the expression is calm and inexplicable; the middle is of course already very familiar; the right is A white-shirted son, with a paper fan in his hand, a fan on the front of the fan, and a waterline on the opposite side. The eyebrows are similar to the teacher’s six-pointed sacred, but the arrogant and arrogant state. Cross-birth, swearing at Sven, but clearly in his eyes, he would look down on him. Who is it besides that "water and sky"?
Thanks to the heart: "Three cancers."
The black man civil servant, presumably is the strongest male form of the spirit and mana, and sure enough. The three people rushed to the ground and changed their designs to each other. They heard the teacher Qingxuan frequently whispered: "hypocrisy. The hypocrisy is extremely." Xie Pity feels quite interesting. At this time, he saw a gorgeous small pavilion in front of the banquet, covered with red curtains on all sides, and asked: "What is that?"
Shi Qingxuan smiled and said: "Oh, you don't know, this is also a very popular game in heaven. Come and show you, it's already started!"
The voice just fell, and there were a few thunders coming from outside the sky. Jun Wu looked at the sky, took a glass of wine and handed it down. So, in the thunder burst, the priests at the banquet began to smile and screamed and greeted the glass of wine, saying: "Don't give it to me! Don't give it to me!" "Handed over to him!"
Just look at other people's play, thank you also roughly clarified the rules, the heart said: "It turned out to be a drum and spread flowers." The people sent each other the wine that Junwu handed down, can not be sprinkled, can be passed to anyone, but can not be passed back . When the thunder stops, who is in the hands of the wine glasses, who will take the fun. Just don't know what to enjoy. This game is not very friendly to thank you. Whoever you pass the wine glass to is who you want to play, so you will usually hand over several people who have a good relationship with yourself. But he and most of the priests in the room are not familiar with each other. How can I just play around with others? It can only be handed to the wind division at most, but who knows if the wind division is the one who gave him the wine?
Thanks for thinking: "It is best that no one will pass it to me. But maybe it is my own passion." He has not spoken yet, and the first round is over. The wine glass was stopped in the hands of the cockroaches. It seemed that the cockroaches had become accustomed to it. In the screaming sound, the wine was drunk, and the gods clapped their hands and shouted: "Get up! Get up!"
In the joy, the gorgeous pavilion slowly pulled up the curtains on all sides. I saw a tall general standing on the stage, striding forward, and being prosperous. He didn't seem to see the priests at the end, nor did he see the strange scenery outside the pavilion. He took a few steps and began to sing words.
It turned out that the wine cup was passed to the hands of the gods. This pavilion will bring up the drama about the official and show it to everyone. Because people love to make a lot of fun, and know where they will compile what kind of drama, and whether they will just be drawn, this game is very shameful and thrilling. But fun is here too. It is important to know that the general’s play is wonderful because the female characters are different each time. Sometimes it is a fairy, sometimes a banshee, sometimes a show, a female horn is a beauty of the game, the story is a more unconcerned, the gods look eager to look forward to the female horn. Sure enough, not long after, a young lady in black was on the stage, and her voice was like a scorpion. The two sang for a while, and the songs were quite picky. The more people look at the two people, the more they feel wrong, they ask: "What is the name of this play?" "Who is this woman who is hooked up by the general?"
At this time, the "General General" on the stage said: "Jie Qing -"
Under the stage, Yan and Lingwen both sprinkled a drink.
Who is Jie Qing, the real name of the spirit is called Nan Gongjie. The gods were shocked: How do these two actually have a leg? !
Lingwen wiped the lips with a cloth towel, and said: "Don't think about it. Edited."
Although the two parties are a little depressed, but fortunately, the face is thick enough, the stage is screaming, they will not see it. The teacher did not cross them but did not let them go. The fan smiled and said: "This play is very exciting. What do you think?"
Lingwen said: "There is nothing to think about. This play is very old. At that time, my is not like this now. Folklore, you think about it, folklore, but if you are a woman, there are a few old people who haven’t hooked up. ?"
Everyone is deeply impressed. He said: "Hey, you can't say that, I have almost hooked up the folklore. I really don't have this. I don't want to marry anyone."
Lingwen said: "As you said, folklore, I have more male priests. I haven't hooked one of them yet. It's not like a needle."
Since the Lingwen has been clicked, the folklore has always been told that it was because of the hooking of a certain priest. This is one of the reasons why the early days of the spiritual temple were deserted and unmanned. It is said that the protest was fierce. The dog is bloody, and often someone throws a dudou and a monthly cloth into her merit box. If a man's priest has such rumors, he can get the name of the romantic, and still enjoy it. It can be seen that although the situation is similar, there are differences between men and women, and the end is very different.
Just thinking about it, the next round started again. The teacher did not even laugh, this time it was his turn, and two poisonous tumors beside him to make a gesture of congratulations to him: "The present report, please pick it up."
The teacher did not cross the brow and drank the wine. The curtain rose slowly again and did not rise to the top. There were two long calls inside:
"娘娘-"
"Lang Jun -"
With love and veins, twists and turns, it turns lingering. Therefore, the bottom of the pity saw with his own eyes, Shi Wudu and Shi Qingxuan lived a half-body goose bump.
Shi Qing Xuan bounced up: "Brother -! Get rid of it!"
The teacher Wu Duo immediately shouted: "Let's put it down! Let me put it down!"
I don’t have to look at it, I know that the one I got this time is definitely the folklore of the husband and wife of the Navy and the Wind Maiden. Love
Desire and hatred are always the favorites of people when telling stories. There is the best, no better, you can just make it. It is reasonable to say that the things that the priests themselves do are authentic myths, but sometimes when people look at them, they have to admire them as true myths. When the teacher didn't make a speech, the curtain actually fell off. The gods wanted to laugh and didn't dare to laugh. They worked hard, and thanked the politely and asked: "Why are the wind masters, how can they still call the curtain?"

Shi Qingxuan has a lingering sorrow and said: "Yes, small meaning, donate 100,000 merits!"
"..."
In the words of pity, the third round began. This time, the thunder did not bang for a long time, the wine glass was passed to the boy who thanked him.
Seeing this result, the reaction of the gods is somewhat strange. Not very enthusiastic, but not very cold. It seems that there is interest in watching a movie, but I don't want to be too obvious. The boy seemed to have no interest in the game, but he still drank the wine. He put down the glass and the curtain pulled up again.
I saw two people standing on the stage. One was a young teenager, with a curly hair like a stone lion. Although it was extremely exaggerated, it was also awesome. It should be the young priest. The other is a sharp-nosed monkey. Describe the ugly horns, jumping around on the stage. When the boy faced him, he pretended to be serious, but it was very greasy and made people more disgusting; when the boy turned around, he snarled in the back and sneaked with a sword, which is undoubtedly a face-to-face set. The role of a despicable villain.
The harlequin played very exaggeratedly, as if it was a burlesque, the gods saw it and reacted differently. Xie pity noticed that the priests who were in the lower position were laughing, and the officials on the top of the position, such as Shi Qingxuan and Shi Wudu, were mostly stunned and not funny. At the same time, he also found that the young man's hand next to him suddenly burst into the blue veins, and his heart was vigilant. Although he could not understand what was on stage, he could probably guess that he was insulting another person. And even if I don't know who and who, it feels that this arrangement is extremely uncomfortable. Seeing that the boy seemed to be attacking, he took a chopstick on the table and threw it at the rope that hangs the curtain.
The sharp chopsticks flew over the rope and actually broke the rope. When the curtain fell, the gods were shocked and said: "How can this be?" "What is this?" They all looked forward to praying, and some stood up. Thanks for the desire to speak, the next moment, something in the ear is fried, but the boy crushed the white jade wine glass.
He seemed to be furious by this play, throwing a handful of jade cup pieces, jumping up, jumping on the table, squatting on the bottom of his foot, and squatting on the pavilion and entering the curtain. Several priests rushed to open the red curtain, but there was no one inside. The crowd was shocked: "It’s not good, and the Highness of Qi Ying goes down and hits people!"
Thanks to pity: "Qi Ying? Qi Ying Temple? Western Wushen right?" Busy asked the teacher Qing Xuan: "The wind master, how is this going? What is the story of His Royal Highness?"
Shi Qingxuan returned to God and said: "Beating people is... hitting people. Cough, maybe you don't believe it, but Qi Ying often beats his followers."
"..."
For the first time, he heard that a priest would dare to beat his followers, but this would make the priests fall in the hearts of believers. He still wants to ask again, but he listens to the gods who are not pleasing to the eye: "The right person is too ignorant. Everyone is having fun, he doesn't know how to cooperate. Who hasn't been teased?" Did the generals and Lingwen Zhenjun not be teased? It’s not him who makes fun of it. What do you do with such a big fire?

"Yeah, this person is really taking himself seriously. It is a fire in the heart, how can it be sent at this time? Good party, which is a special trip to see his face? Really..."
"Okay, okay, the hairy boy is a hairy boy. He is gone, and he is more fun than he played."
Hearing words, thankful and thoughtful. The banquet was only a little messy, and the spirit seemed to send people to deal with the right thing. After several sacred officials came out to appease for a while, the banquet and the game continued. So, in the thunder burst, the fourth round of drumming began.
Xie pity was originally just watching other people play, can not get in, but also happy that others do not look for him, just want to talk to the teacher Qing Xuan, who knows, at this time, but suddenly reached a hand, handed the white jade wine glass Gave him. 2k novel reading network