The demon is haunted, the pavilion master is a little busy chasing his wife

At the small banquet held every three years, Qingyu, as an outsider, slipped out of Xuandian under the eyes of everyone.

But here comes the problem again, the palace is full of high walls, and the specifications are similar. Even if Pei Shen gives him a map, he will not be able to find the "forbidden area" circled by cinnabar.

It was a hot sun outside the palace, Qingyu turned out her own peacock feather fan and quickly fanned herself to cool herself down for a while.Hiding his figure and using the monster power that had been accumulated for more than half a month, he simply flew to the sky above the imperial city, stood on the roof of the mysterious hall, raised his left hand, and poured pure spiritual power into it.Soon, the fusion of spiritual power and dragon energy gave off a wonderful light golden shimmer, and the dragon jade silver bracelet floated on the wrist.

Qingyu, who was sweating profusely, put her feather fan in her belt, moved the index and middle fingers of her right hand together and performed the "tracking technique" in Peacock's chest until the fingertips glowed.Qingyu quickly drew a formation, raised the dragon jade silver bracelet on his left wrist, and with him as the center, bursts of light like water rippled all around.

In the whole process, he had to use the "tracking technique" three times, which consumed a lot of demon power and stamina, and Qingyu was sweating the second time.

This is really not a human job, no wonder he must be asked to capture the dragon jade.

Finally, not long after the third match was played, there was movement in the east of the harem.

The resonance produced by the two pieces of dragon jade is very slight, so far only Qing Yu can perceive it, and he knows that the time for a stick of incense is very short, and the "Muxi Dance Troupe" can't last long. To win another piece of dragon jade, a quick battle is needed!

He turned into a ray of light and flew towards the location of Longyu—Jing Cong Garden like an arrow.

But at the moment, what people are worried about is the situation in Xuandian, because there seems to be something wrong with the "Muxi Dance Troupe".

Xia Quan, who was wearing a golden feather suit and a golden feather helmet instead of Qing Yu, was unlucky. Now he covered his upper body with wide wings and long sleeves, and was surrounded and turned around all the time, and most of the movements were taught as if they were not taught. But, after practicing like never before, the Empress Dowager Tang's face turned black!With a bitter face, he said to his subordinates who surrounded him and cast concerned eyes:

"Come on, it's too late..."

In fact, everyone is about to throw up...

Qiu Jian took advantage of the opening of the human-shaped lotus petals, and rushed in with a slender waist while spinning. The other subordinates who hadn't reacted for a moment were stunned for a moment, and then waved their long sleeves and clothes hems, gusts of wind blew, and the clothes Hand in hand, beautiful.

Pei Shen realized that something had happened to Qiu Jian and the others, so he calmly pinched a bead with engraved words and shot it into Xia Quan's knee while everyone was drinking and joking. Lowering his waist, his body was twisted into a circle, and he picked up the beads along the way.

Xia Quan gritted his teeth, danced slowly, and slowly pulled out the slender silver needle on his shoulder without a trace of blood.

Through the mask, no one could see his pale cheeks and lavender lips.Qiu Jian guessed that he might have been poisoned, and couldn't help being annoyed. He took out a dark green pill from his arms and stuffed it into Xia Quan's mouth. Because of the angle, others couldn't see it, but it gave way to the throne The old Nangong Meng saw it clearly.

Finally, when the autumn scissors turned around, they saw the words on the small beads.

slow.

The team dispersed, and Prince Pei, who was sitting cross-legged, cast a very cold glance at the opposite side, as if looking at a dead person.

The leader of the Yan tribe who was drinking had a cold wind on his back, and his eyes were fixed on Xia Quan on the stage.

Jing Cong Garden.

By the side of the clear and cool pool, peaches and plums alternate with warblers and birds.

The catkins are fluttering, and the light and shadow are turbulent on the small bridge.

The extremely secretive and quiet Jing Cong Garden is located in the most difficult and most peaceful place in the Leng Palace. There is no black energy raging and no evil spirit left by demons, but there are only two people living there.

There is only one elegant little courtyard here, and its owner is sitting quietly under an ancient peach tree and cooking wine. His eyes are covered with a piece of white silk, his shoulders are covered with fox fur, and his slightly damp long black hair is scattered. Like a stone, like a person in a painting, noble and deserted.

The hunchbacked old woman next to him brought a bowl of cool mung bean porridge, respectfully placed it in the hands of this 25-year-old handsome man, and said lovingly:

"Jin'er, have some porridge."

Nangong Jin smiled gently, held the bowl and replied:

"Thank you, mother-in-law."

Mrs. Pan turned around to prepare another bowl to keep it cold, but a gust of wind came from behind.

Nangong Meng's nineteenth imperial uncle, Nangong Jin, dabbled in the art of hunting demons and exorcising demons, so he sensed that something was wrong, and immediately pinched three petals and threw them out wrapped in true energy!

Among them, a piece of "bass" was nailed to the willow tree!

Nangong Jin exhaled air-conditioning and shouted:

"Who? Let me out!"

Then, he heard the sound of his feet hitting the ground.

Old lady Pan pointed at Qingyu with trembling fingers, and pointed at the willow tree beside her with dazed eyes, and said inarticulately:

"You, who are you? Jin'er...Jin'er, help me..."

Qing Yu fell from the sky, and he threw the peach petal between his two fingers on the ground. After supporting the trembling old lady Pan, she strode to the pineapple table, covered Nangong Jin's slightly cold hand with both claws King Jin froze for a while, Qingyu smiled and said:

"Excuse me, can I have a bowl of porridge?"

Qingyu licked her lips, expressing that she didn't eat breakfast and now she is too hungry to send work.

One stick of incense can also do many things...

For example, drink a bowl of porridge or something.