Merry little roll

Lord Yuanyang slept in the palace, and the matter came from heaven.

"Yuanyang Immortal Lord, Yuanyang Great Immortal Lord!"

"Who are you, have you got the badge? It's so easy to be a master!"

Chickens and dogs jumped outside the palace, the shouts of the crowd mixed with the voice of Fuyuan's male duck, instantly rendering the normally cold Yuanyang Palace extremely lively.

Yuan Yang wanted to stay on the bed for half a day, but who knew that the violence outside was intensified, and there was the sound of swords and swords, and the sound of sparks everywhere.

No matter how good the temper is, it is about to be irritated.

Yesterday's unfinished woodcarvings made half of the bed, Yuanyang Jun pushed them away, put on a red dress loosely, and was about to go out.

He opened the door and coughed a few times.

When the people below heard the sound, they retracted their weapons, and there was a sound of "I have seen Yuanyang Xianjun."

Led by Fu Yuan, a group of people knelt down in twos and threes.

Lord Yuanyang was quite embarrassed, he hadn't been out of Yuanyang Hall for thousands of years, suddenly so many people gave him such a great gift, it was really unbearable.

"Get up."

A man wearing a silver helmet stood up in the crowd, walked up to Lord Yuanyang carefully, and presented the heavenly book respectfully.

Fu Yuan moved to Yuan Yang's side, immediately showing disgust. "It turns out that there is a heavenly book, why didn't you say it earlier, these warriors..."

Yuan Yang raised his hand and gave the little apprentice a chestnut, "Hurry up and pour tea for the officials."

He slowly unfolded the heavenly book, his eyebrows turned.It's a big deal.

The three realms of immortals, demons and the East China Sea have a feast every thousand years, and this year's host is Fairyland.

He put away the Heavenly Book, and according to what the King meant, he was actually going to let him preside over the grand feast of the host country. There was no room for comment in the words, and at the end of the Heavenly Book, the King also circled a line in red, "At that time, we must dress up to match Gong'e." ".

Yuan Yang thinks that his appearance is one of the best in the fairy world, and he doesn't know how the emperor wants him to dress up, whether to wear rouge like a girl's house, or to wear the traditional fairyland hat and helmet, no matter what, it makes people tremble.

"The tea is here!" Fu Yuan had just finished making the tea, when he saw his master being surrounded by a group of female fairies back to the palace, he was so shocked that he knocked the teapot over on the ground, and the tea splashed.

What kind of day is it today? It's heavenly soldiers and generals, and heavenly scriptures. Here, so many palace maids have come again.

He sighed, thinking he was unlucky, and went back to the backyard to prepare tea.

Yuanyang has never left his house for thousands of years, and he is either facing the wood carving or Fuyuan's pancake face all day long.Surrounded by so many fairies all of a sudden, I was really timid.

It's almost erotic and even more timid.

Ever since he asked old man Si Ming for the spring water, Yuan Yang found that as soon as he got close to a woman, he couldn't speak clearly. Can turn into an embarrassing smile.If you are too close to a woman, you will have a headache at the slightest, and itchy all over your body if you are severe.

If it was put a thousand years ago, not to mention the young Gong'e, even if a group of old mothers came, he, Yuan Yang, would be able to mingle with them in an instant, making the silver bells ringing.Now, she can only close her red lips and sit silently.

The temples throbbed violently, and an ominous premonition welled up in Yuan Yang's heart.

Sure enough, out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of several maids carrying a big box.Opening the box, everyone's eyes were covered by the radiating light, and Yuan Yang watched between his fingers.

It's good if you don't see it, a cold sweat breaks out when you see it.

There was nothing else in the box, but an extremely gorgeous hair, colorful and shining, it was going to blind his eyes.

"Mr. Mu, this is an exquisite wig that the Lord sent someone to pluck feathers from the flame phoenix and forge it with skillful craftsmen. We hereby order us to dress up Mr. Mu so that the fairyland will shine during the feast of the three realms."

Lord Yuanyang thought that he was the only one with a broken eye, until he saw the extremely painful smiles on the corners of the palace women's mouths, and then he realized that this gentleman's aesthetics is really bloody.

He sighed: "Now I can't refuse, so I, Yuanyang, donate my body and contribute to the king." Put on this wig, and keep everyone sitting at the banquet, all of whom can be covered by his head The light flashed tears.

Yuan Yang began to doubt Jun Shang's true intentions.

Fu Yuan finally came out from the backyard, brought out the re-brewed tea, and saw a weird person coming out of his master's room, and was about to step forward to scold him.

Taking a closer look, the strange man with the colorful phoenix hair on his head is not his master, Immortal Yuanyang!

With a shake of his hand, the teapot fell to the ground again, and the celadon shattered.

With that colorful hair on his head, Yuan Yang didn't dare to go out to show off, so he made a formula and escaped straight out of the palace.

Perhaps because of the loss of the golden body, the formula was not very effective to use. Yuan Yang used the method of blinking, but it took several feet to reach the destination.

Clouds and mist lingered in front of my eyes, and the outline of the palace gradually emerged.

When Yuan Yang landed, he was immediately shivered by the cold temperature from the palace.There are no fairy envoys at the gate, only two black-leaf fairy tigers are left, and they rub their beards on the ground with their mouths wide open.Yuan Yang threw a few wooden beads on the ground, and the fairy tigers went up to pick them with their noses. He smiled and walked slowly into the palace.

"Mr. Heng Ning, don't come here unharmed." Yuan Yang bowed in vain.

Hearing this, turning around is Lord Heng Ning, who is also one of the best sword immortals in the fairyland.

The Sword Immortal was wearing a black brocade robe, his long hair was scattered like ink on the black robe, and the front hair was tied behind his head with a black silk ribbon. His whole body exuded an aura as cold as his sword.

He has a pair of bright eyes like an ancient pool, his three-dimensional facial features carved like sharp knives exude a cool breath, his thin lips are lightly pursed, his body is strong and powerful, and he is really indomitable and outstanding.

The eyes brighten the sun and the moon, the two eyebrows gather the wind and clouds, and the fairyland is deserted.

Yuan Yang has always admired this Immortal Si Jian very much, whether it is appearance, quality, temperament...it is really good everywhere.It would be even better if Xianjun didn't point his sword at him at this moment.

"Mr. Heng Ning, it's me." Yuan Yang shook his colorful phoenix hair, feeling really ashamed of his attire.

Surprise flashed across Heng Ning's eyes, but in the next instant he put down the sword in his hand, and the icy aura around him immediately melted.He stood up, and returned the salute to Lord Yuanyang that he hadn't given just now.

Yuan Yang secretly marveled at Jun Hengning's iceberg face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. He planned to use this phoenix hair to stimulate this old friend, but unfortunately, none of the iceberg patterns cracked.

"you......"

Mr. Heng Ning seemed to be about to say something, but was interrupted by someone who broke in suddenly.

"Hey, Mr. Heng Ning, when did you raise a fire phoenix in captivity? This is to blind the old man!" Get closer to them. "My eyes, tears are coming out."

Old man Si Ming opened his eyes, and patted his head exaggeratedly: "Isn't this Yuanyang Mujun, what are you doing with this outfit!"

Jun Yuanyang smiled and approached the old man Siming, "Isn't it just to thank Xianjun Siming for speaking well for me in front of the king, so that Yuanyang has the honor of holding a feast."

Immortal Siming who had been exposed stiffly snorted a few times, and quietly hid behind Heng Ningjun: "It's easy to say."

Yuan Yang thought of the wood carving work he piled up yesterday, and he didn't continue to accompany Si Ming with a playful smile, and said with a straight face: "Mr. Heng Ning, the wood carving knife I entrusted you to do a few days ago, have you ever finished it?"

As a Simu Xianjun, his main duty is to use spiritual power to carve the sacred wood, turn decay into magic, and create thousands of beautiful things.In ancient times, there was a Nuwa who made people out of clay. Although his skills did not reach the ancient level, he was already at the great level of carving objects into objects.

"Follow me." Immortal Heng Ning didn't say much, and directly led Yuan Yang into the courtyard.

The Hengyang Palace is not as resplendent as other fairy palaces, there is no decoration along the way, it is just dark trees, occasionally encountering a budding flower, it can be regarded as amazing.

Old man Si Ming followed Yuan Yang like a monkey, jumping around, jumping from time to time to touch the phoenix feathers on his head, and shouted excitedly: "It really is the feathers of the fire phoenix, it really is!"

Yuan Yang turned around, pinned Immortal Siming's wobbly head, and said with a bright smile: "Immortal Siming's white hair is really well maintained, I like it very much, why don't I borrow it."

Hearing this, the old man Si Ming really changed his career, changed his career, protected his hair, and obediently followed behind the two of them.

In the depths of the courtyard, there is a pavilion with carved beams and painted pillars, surrounded by a majestic fairy spirit, protected by four layers of formations, and fierce sword intent seeps from time to time.It is said that this pavilion was built by Chengyuan Yang Mujun himself.

In this vast fairyland, only Immortal Yuanyang's generous handwriting can resist the sword-forging spirit of Sword Immortal Hengning.

Immortal Siming was about to follow Heng Ning and Yuan Yang into the formation, but found himself blocked by an invisible layer of spiritual power. Seeing the two of them going deep into the pavilion, the old man Siming stomped angrily and blew The three-inch white beard on his chin.

It is said that Immortal Lord Hengning is cold and indifferent, and usually only let Lord Yuanyang get close to him. He thought it was just a rumor in the market, but seeing him today, it really makes people hate him!

Immortal Siming was blowing his nose and staring outside the pavilion, and slowly calmed down, his face was suddenly silent, as if he had completely changed.

He untied the astrolabe around his waist, and used his spiritual power to drive the ore to rotate, and the gold characters gradually appeared floating—the gold characters in Yuanyang hadn't changed at all in the past 600 years.

Immortal Si Ming lowered his eyes.

He remembered the pear blossom blowing snow thousands of years ago.After the man in red drank the spring of reincarnation and left, the golden characters on the astrolabe rotated.

The word '色' is dimmed.

The word 'love' suddenly turned red by 12 points.