Chapter 61: Memory backtracking (6)

The cool valley that has always been cold and far away from the world, on the evening of the first day of March, has got a lively night.
The small stars of steel blue, golden and plain white are indiscriminately splashed, and the hydrangea also rotates in the air, the scales are flying, and the emperor is emperor.
Xu Xingzhi’s left hand squatted on a large jar of wine, sitting on a and sitting on it, drinking a bite, grabbing a piece of fire that had been lit by the right hand, and raised it above his head:
Warm white hair, you are optimistic, I will give you an interesting one."
There is still something to say about Wen Xuechen on the side. Qu Chi is already anxious: "Go, let go! You have to hurt your hand!"
Zhou Beinan ringed his gun and snorted: "Ruo Chi, don't worry about him, wait for him to blow up his hand, the position of the next top of the list will change for two."
Wen Yan, Xu Xingzhi slightly adjusted the position of the fireworks, the fuse was burned to halfway before the hand was opened, the fireworks flew halfway and burst in the low air. The jade flying stars rose to the head of a person in Zhoubeinan, pouring him a cold snow. .
I can't help but be blown away by a dusty face. Zhou Beinan will jump up: "...I fuck!!"
Many disciples are holding fireworks, laughing and joking around the four people running around, Yuan Ruo is a core of female disciples. The fireworks styles in her hands are so many, and many other female disciples have kept her to put more, hey, the skylark seems to be a mess.
Wen Xuechen squinted at his ear: "Have we been so cool in the cool valley?"
Xu Xingzhi put down the jar: "The next day, I will prepare for the day, and the day after tomorrow will be your wedding day. At this time, it will not be chaotic. Is it time for all the monarchs to come to their place? Is it still lively?"
Wen Xuechen’s faint smile on his mouth and his face said:
It’s really not a system.

Xu Xingzhi smiled and sat on the arm of his wheelchair: "Everyone is having fun, the Lord is free to follow, and he can't stand it."
In a word, he looked at Wen Xuechen's too slender legs: "...say, snow dust, you can't do it. The small string is what we watched grow up, and she can't suffer if she marries."

Wen Xuechen sneered at his lips and replied.
"You are full of hands and feet." Zhou Beinan also learned the appearance of Xu Xingzhi and sat down on the other side of the Wen Xuechen wheelchair. "But when are you going to get married? Even if you are looking for a fellow..."
After the words were not finished, he was again pushed down by Wen Xuechen without mercy.
Zhou Beinan jumped his feet: "Why can he sit, I can't?"
Wen Xuechen suspected that: "A gray, dirty."
"..." Zhou Beinan gnashed his teeth for a moment, then he said, "I don't care about you. I saved my sister from marrying you and bullying her."
Xu Xingzhi was sitting on the side of the mountain and watching it, he was not happy.
Wen Xuechen turned to look at him: "But North and South are justified. You should also consider the things of the Taoist, and many people will constrain you, saving you from having a formal shape in the day."
Xu Xingzhi's hippie smile: "Hey, hey, I haven't entered the room yet, I care about other people's marriages."
Wen Xuechen said indifferently: "You and that Meng Zhongguang are not very good."
"He..." Xu Xingzhi was hard to get stuck for a moment, scratching his neck with his fingers, and he was uncomfortable. "A little bitch, know what."
Wen Xuechen looked at him with a look: "He can't? Are you still thinking about nine lights?"
"What does this have to do with the small lights?"
Xu Xingzhi became more confused, simply thinking about it, and grabbing his shoulder: "You, less of my things. Hehe..." He pointed to one finger, "Look at that, four years older than me."

Qu Chi didn't think that this matter actually went around and he couldn't help but laugh: "Since Master has soared, Danyangfeng has been led by me. I have time to think about these things."
Wen Xuechen also didn't know how to sing: "I can't control him. I will take care of you."
Xu Xingzhi did not care, and laughed and jumped out of his wheelchair: "You just have to think about how to treat the small strings. I will add a nephew and a prostitute to me next year. I can't worry about you."
He went a few steps forward, picking out a strange shape from a pile of fireworks, jumping on the where he was lying, igniting with a fire, squatting in his hand, waiting for the lead to burn: "Snow dust, see me give You put it more interesting."
After a few moments, he let go of the palm of his hand, and the infinite fireworks flew into the low midair, and the smashing starlight shone in the top of the four.
Xu Xingzhi spread his arms and smiled at him.
Wen Xuechen is quite helpless: "You..."
However, his voice just started, thousands of fireworks from the back of Xu Xingzhi directly to the Han, the mountains and the sea, the light and shadow of the clouds, the burgeoning Stars, gradually formed two large characters that cover the sky.
"Snow, string".
This two-character prints the sky and it will not go for a long time.
Zhou Xian has settled in a well-located courtyard outside Qinglianggu, only to marry after the sunrise, where the magnificent scenery of the thousand flowers blooms, she is also visible there.
Thousands of starlight sparks fell on the shoulders of Xu Xing, and his face was particularly clear and ridiculous.
All the disciples were stupid, and only those female disciples screamed for a moment when they saw the sky, and they burst up and cheered, and they were more happy than their own marriage.
Xu Xingzhi's Bi Bi belt was blown by the wind, and he said loudly: "Snow dust, this is the wedding gift I sent to you and Xiaoxianer. Do you like it?"
Wen Xuechen looked up at the sky and silently said nothing.
"...啧." Xu Xingzhi stepped down the slope, folded the folding fan in his hand, and knocked on the chest of Wen Xuechen. "Say something."
"Where did you get this fireworks? I didn't listen very loudly, nor shocked people." Wen Xuechen said.
Xu Xingzhi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I am doing it by myself. Your heart is sick, it is a slap in the face. How about, okay?"
"Just to blow up these two words?"
The calmness of Xu Xing’s face: "Of course, in order to blow up these two words. Is this not enough?"
Wen Xuechen hangs his head and sighs with his cuffs: "If anyone is your Taoist, it is really lucky."
"How is this set of cockroaches, no troubles." Xu Xingzhi complained, "Are you my mother?"
The warm snow dusty corner flashed a warm smile, and even if the lips were put down quickly, there was a rare soft light in his eyes.
After the end of a mess, the Fengling disciples who came to the wedding were all rushed back to the guesthouse, and Xu Xingzhi yawned with a sullen slogan and swayed his fan to his temporary dormitory.
The old man saw the light swaying in the temple, and Xu Xingzhi’s mouth was lifted up unconsciously until he reached the front of the temple.
At the moment when he pushed in the door, he was picked up by the waist and turned a few times in the same place. He turned straight and he called: "waist, waist!"
Listening to Xu Xingzhi's pain, Meng Zhongguang lighted his side and kissed him, and he reluctantly put the person down: "The brothers go to play with others, but they put the heavy light in the house."
Xu Xing had recurred in the past few days to make those fireworks, and now it is easy to touch, but he is too ugly, but he limped to the desk and took a soft stool. Bottom: "What do you do yourself?"
Meng Zhongguang is not convinced: "But it is the brother-in-law who fell asleep and kissed the brother..."
"... By the way, I took off my pants?"
"I want my brother." Meng Zhongguang screamed at his mouth. "The brothers went out to perform a mission. It was half a month without seeing the shadows. The light was kept in the empty hall. The heart was uncomfortable. When you saw the brothers, you couldn't help yourself..."
"The next time you ask someone to go out and perform the task, you don't feel uncomfortable." Xu Xingzhi picked up the bamboo slips on the table, so that he could block the smirk from the corner of his mouth. "I told you to copy the scriptures? ?"
At a glance, Xu Xingzhi could not laugh.
At the beginning, Meng Zhongguang was still copying the scriptures in a proper manner. However, the more the writing became more chaotic, the four-legged snakes, and the songs ran around:
"The brothers went out for half an hour. Where are you going, is it with the Yuanshi sister, or is it going to find another?"
"When the brothers go out for an hour, when will they come back?"
"Two hours. I miss the brothers in the light. I want to separate the legs of my brother..."
Seeing here, Xu Xing’s face is blankly covered with a blank expression:
Is this your copy?

Meng Zhongguang is arrogant: "Yes."
If he can be a bit bleak, he is so self-satisfied, Xu Xingzhi is a little helpless: "Tonight, go to the disciple's house to sleep."
Meng Chongguang said nothing, and he slammed on the ground with a sigh of relief. He took two steps on the knee and hugged Xu Xingzhi’s thigh. He placed his chin on his knee and spoke: "Sister, brother, I know wrong. No, I will not do this in the future. Don't catch me, I will give you a warm bed."
Xu Xingzhi turned his head and forced to laugh: "...what warm bed? Go to sleep. If you dare to go to bed in the middle of the night, you will go to the disciple's house. Did you hear?"
Seeing Xu Xingzhi's mouth, Meng Zhongguang opened his eyes and smiled. Lisuo stood up and threw himself in the arms of Xu Xing. He kissed his forehead gently, and his fingertips slammed through his exquisite tears: "I am going to help my brother." Wash the water!"
After a little kiss in the water, he left with satisfaction and left, and one of Xu Xing felt the forehead of his fever. He smiled and said: "...small bastard."
Wen Xuechen's marriage has been put on the agenda a year ago, until the official start of the wedding ceremony, all the links have been cleared, everything is ready, and all matters are in order, not flustered.
From the morning, the four monarchs have visited.
Guangfu Junliushan handled all kinds of chores and failed to make a trip. He only sent He Yi, but he ran away without asking the world.
In the words of Qing Jingjun: "The cool valley wine has always been delicious, I have to taste it."
Xu Xingzhi, Zhou Beinan and Qu Chi are warm snow dust mites, responsible for receiving guests and praises, starting from the early morning.
Zhou Beinan and Xu Xingzhi frowned and said: "You still have to drink at this time?"
"Drinking in the morning, the brain should be clear." Xu Xingzhi did not care, "no drunk, will not delay the business."
After he walked away, Zhou Beinan and Qu Chi stood side by side. The former was very worried: "Isn't it really true to have the affair with the nine lights? The nine lights have gone for nearly a year, how is he still relying on this? Drinking alcohol?"
"It’s too emotional, it’s not incomprehensible,
Qu Chi Wen said.
But it’s true that he should be persuaded.

"The nine lights are not too good." Zhou Beinan was a little annoyed. "His two brothers were in a rebellion. One was sick. He had already settled in the position of the demon statue under the support of Liu Yunhe. Why do you want to do it..."
"A sly, what about the demon statue." Qu Chi said, "The real master of the magical power, afraid of the six Yunhe behind him."
Zhou Beinan still wants to complain about something, then he sees Qu Chi turn around and looks at him gently: "Northern, you know a lot about the magic road."
Zhou Beinan: "Ah?"
"What happened to the death of Jiuzhi Deng's second brother is still secret, how did you know?"
Zhou Beinan’s face was red, and he asked hard:
How did you know that?

"I care about it, I want to inquire about it. What about you?"
"I..." Zhou Beinan almost didn't breathe in a breath, "...I am free, OK?"
After all, he rushed forward with a sigh of relief, leaving Qu Chi alone to smile at his back.
However, Zhou Beinan has not yet stepped out of the three or four steps, and he heard a message from the cool valley Taniguchi: "The demon statue has nine lights to -"
Qu Chi looked up, Zhou Beinan Huo Ran stopped, not far from the hospitality of the high platform, Xu Xingzhi and Qing Jingjun gossip, also turned back, shocked.
Before the monarchs who sat on the high platform talked about it, Qing Jingjun raised his hand and the tone softly announced: "You are a little bit safe, I sent a letter to him. He is my apprentice, fairy magic. The two have stopped fighting for many years and invited him to participate in the happy event. It is also a two-way repair."
Although Qing Jingjun's voice is soft, however, because of his most arrogant position in the princes, you can't help but laugh at it.
Xu Xingzhi was both surprised and happy, whispered: "...Master?"
Qing Jingjun sideways to him, also whispered: "... happy?"
See Xu Xing's face with a happy color, Qing Jingjun's look is more soft: "Happy to be."
"Master is thoughtful." Xu Xingzhi's eyebrows are slightly curved. "I have never seen a small lamp for a long time."
Unexpectedly, Qing Jingjun said frankly: "...Where is I considerate, I didn't want to ask him to come at first. Someone sent a letter to me, please send me an invitation letter and send it to the General Altar. I only wrote the pen."
The ceremonial officer of Taniguchi received a gift from the nine lights, and the loud greetings rang through the valley.
At the time of the official ceremony, Zhou Beinan was slightly worried about the warm snow dust that he had attached to the Kyrgyzstan service, but he found that he was not disgusted with the color of surprise, but also faintly brought a smile.
Looking at his appearance, Zhou Beinan still can't guess the original: "...you asked him to come?"
Wen Xuechen leaned back on his chin: "He has been a demon, I have to try to see if his loyalty to the four doors is two. My wedding is a good opportunity to observe its movements. I will write to you. I asked Qing Jingjun. Qing Jingjun’s personal letter was sent to the Magical Altar, and he did not believe that he would not come."
Zhou Beinan asked: "Why don't you let the letter write? He is now reorganizing the magic road, and it is in the ascendant. Everything is complicated. Qing Jingjun personally, he will not refuse, but if he lets him personally invite him to come, he will not even Push it."
Wen Xuechen: "..."
Zhou Beinan raised his eyes: "Do you want to give a surprise?"
Wen Xuechen's cheeks were dyed with a faint color by Dahong Jifu, and pulled the wheelchair hard: "...nonsense."
The ceremony was extremely long, and the clerk was full of minutes to the end. When the end of the sound was gathered, the Jiuzhi lamp just stepped into the mountain gate.
He wore a dark green uniform, but could not stop his flaming crane posture, and the cold air was like the moonlight invested in the Qingyao window. And behind him, he followed a six-clouded crane with a crow.
He followed the main road all the way to the high platform. Not waiting for Liu Yunhe to stop, he swayed his sleeves and leaned over to worship: "Master."
Six Yunhe could not, he had to kneel with him.
This move does not seem to be very inappropriate, but it is called Zhou Beinan, Wen Xuechen and several Xianjun Qi Qiqiu frowned.
... It looks like the nine lights are not like squatting, advancing and retreating, but the six Yunhe cranes are somewhat jealous of the nine lights?
After worshiping Qing Jingjun, the Jiuzhi lamp was deeply polite on the stage: "Brother."
The Jiuzhi lamp did not give Xu Xingzhi the embarrassment, and his time was slightly shorter than Qing Jingjun.
Liu Yunhe followed the Jiuzhi Lantern again.
Jiuzhi Lan passed the etiquette on the side of Xian Jun, and he was not humble. "There are many people, and the younger generation is rushing to congratulate today. It is really disturbing. Please Haihan."
His courtesy is in place everywhere. Even if there is a fairy who is disgusted with the non-doer, as a guest, it is not good to look at the nine lights, but he has to return to him a courtesy dagger.
After Xu Xingzhi exchanged his gaze with Qing Jingjun, he stepped forward and held his arm and lifted the nine lights. His voice was filled with a bright smile: "... Devil, please come to the seat.

When I touched Xu Xing's slightly cold palm, the nine lights from the door to the door were trembled with excitement, and he tightened his arm. He refused to let go for a while, and the pale lips also showed a moving red: " Brother..."
Not far away, Meng Zhongguang’s face was completely cloudy.
The author has something to say: Brother: I, group pets, fight money.
Qu Chi: Good, fight.
Wen Xuechen / Zhou Beinan: ...mdzz. (playing money silently)
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