The weather finally cleared, and the girls in Ziyu Pavilion also began to compete for beauty. Colorful clothes, unique hair, delicate eyebrows and eyes, smiles like pearls, and graceful figures. From a distance, it was a moving scene.
Qiuqiu smiled all the time on her face when she woke up early, and she could not stop smiling when she combed her hair in the mirror. When her hair was combed, she was in a great mood and cut a flower by the window and put it on.
She was wearing a dress specially prepared for her by Aunt Yan. It was a little light and soft, and the color was not bright at all. It was not a color that young girls would like to like.
But it looks very suitable to wear Qiuqiu. When she walked over from afar, it was like a gentle breeze blowing slowly, not ostentatious, making people feel elegant and unrestrained.
Aunt Yan had long discovered that her apprentice didn't like bright colors and put her on a big red and purple dress. Her restrained hands were not sure where she was placing them, and her walking posture seemed stiff.
But she loved these light, even a little dull and old-fashioned colors for ten minutes.
When she approached, Aunt Yan discovered that she had a flower on her head. The flower was not big, the size of a teacup mouth, and the half-open double-petaled flowers looked like roses.
Aunt Yan was very surprised. She knew that her disciple's personality was particularly similar to her. She never liked these extra makeup and decorations. In addition to holidays, she never brought flowers on her head.
"Why is in such a good mood today?"
Qiuqiu smiled and whispered: "I... dreamed of going home last night. Mom, dad, and little brother, and everyone in the family is very good."
The disciple received the package from her home yesterday. Of course, Aunt Yan knew that, and she didn't feel strange about her dream.
The things in the dream cannot be taken seriously. But the disciple is in such a good mood, Aunt Yan will definitely not say such things to ruin the scenery.
People always do this. When dreaming of bad things, they comfort themselves that dreams are the opposite. When dreaming of good things, they are excited and happy to take this as a good omen, such as wedding dreams, fetal dreams, and wealth dreams
, In short, things that are irrelevant to the wind and horses can be linked together, which is a sign of great joy.
But Qiuqiu couldn't tell Aunt Yan in detail that her dream was not fake, it was... well. It was a real dream.
OK, it's quite strange to say that.
Qiuqiu doesn’t know how to accurately describe the dream last night.
If it is true, it is obviously wrong. She did not really meet with her family for dinner. But if it is false, it is even worse.
Anyway, no matter whether it is true or not, she can understand it in her heart.
Thinking of this, Qiuqiu secretly covered her mouth and laughed, like a mouse who had secretly eaten lamp oil while people were unprepared.
Well, the authorities were fascinated. Qiuqiu didn't show her proud look at all, and it looked particularly similar to the fire at some point.
After all, it was impossible for her to look at her with a mirror at all times and observe every expression of her expression. It was as if everyone could only hear others screaming, but she would refuse to admit it when it was her turn.
How could I snooze? Is it so unpolite?
Even when I saw the two girls with similar appearances and temperaments, Qiuqiu's good mood was not affected at all.
But Qiuqiu felt curious.
"Master, what are these people doing in our town?"
"It's a coincidence." Aunt Yan said softly: "The head and her Taoist couple are going to hold a ceremony. Many people have been invited to watch the ceremony."
"Ah?" Qiuqiu realized that the recent lively sect was for this.
Everyone guessed all the reasons, but they didn't guess this one.
"Then, who is the Taoist couple in the head?"
Women in Ziyu Pavilion are generally not fixed on a man, and if a formal ceremony of getting married is held, it is equivalent to an ordinary person's wedding, and the leader will no longer have any involvement with others.
If the opponent's strength is not enough to match the position of the leader, then this is a money-losing business. From then on, it is tied to a person. Not only is it difficult to make a breakthrough in strength, but it is impossible to get support and power from others if it is even greater.
"The head of the sect is really worth a lot of face. So many people came to congratulate and watch the ceremony."
Aunt Yan smiled: "Silly girl, at least half of the people here are drunk, not for the head."
"What's that for?"
"Because there is a very famous person among the guests invited by the head this time."
ah……
Qiuqiu understood in an instant.
No wonder the master said that those people's intentions are not to drink.
Qiuqiu was still thinking that the guests they attract... Well, they should be mostly men. It’s not that they don’t welcome female guests, but the same-sex people are repulsed, among those fellows,
There are many people who are contemptuous and contemptuous about Zi Yu Pavilion. Not to mention the distance, Qiuqiu's little sister's sect Xuannv Temple looks down on Zi Yu Pavilion.
But these noble and self-proclaimed female monks no longer dislike Ziyu Pavilion. They gathered together by taking the opportunity to congratulate the head. Could it be that they were not to get in touch with the big man and attract his attention
?
Speaking of this, they are actually not as noble as the disciples of Ziyu Pavilion, but Ziyu Pavilion puts everything on the surface, while those people use their morality to hide their true purpose.
Everyone's minds are the same, but those people think that the people in Ziyu Pavilion are immoral.
If it were the past, Qiuqiu would probably feel unfair about such things. On one hand, he was a real villain and a hypocrite, which was the difference between fifty steps and one hundred steps.
But now she wouldn't be angry about such a thing.
There are many kinds of people in the world. Some ordinary people can become saints, while others become thieves. The same is true among those who practice immortality. Some people have noble character and can eventually realize the truth, while others have mediocre life.
Mediocre, do nothing.
Of course, Qiuqiu felt that he was also a member of this group of people who had no effect.
She has no ambitions, no extraordinary talent, and no bizarre encounters like gold fingers...
Uh, really not?
Qiuqiu's thoughts were paused.
It seems that there is no such thing as at all.
"Qiuer? What are you thinking?"
"Nothing." Qiuqiu followed Elder Yan into the hall.
The encounters these days have been quite bizarre.
That Shi'er... woke up this morning and didn't see him.
But Qiuqiu knew that he must be still there and was not far away.
Because his pet is still hiding in Qiuqiu's sleeves.
This little thing is not only eating or sleeping, but Qiuqiu has never seen it do anything convincing.
Is this really a dragon pet, isn't it a pig pet?
Because of the existence of this little dragon, Qiuqiu can be sure that Shi'er was not far away, and there may be only something to go away for the time being.
If he really wants to go there forever, he will definitely not forget to take his spiritual pet away.
This is called running, monks can’t run away, temples…
Many people have come to the hall, and many people who know each other chat and talk. People who don’t know each other also bow to each other and get to know each other under the recommendation of others. There are many ways to get to know each other. Whoever says that cultivating immortals does not require human connections.
What about it? Maybe someone in this hall has his own chance and can understand an important difficulty.
At first glance, this doesn’t look like a place for cultivating immortals, it’s quite like a vegetable market, and everything is said, and it’s a mess.
Qiuqiu frowned slightly.
She felt that the scene in front of her seemed familiar.
Aunt Yan looked at her and thought she was not quarreling, so she whispered to her: "Don't walk around, you won't keep making noise like this. The ceremony will begin."
"Who is the Taoist couple at the head?"
Aunt Yan obviously knew it, but she kept it a secret and refused to say it.
The guests are still coming.
According to convention, people with status and status will always come later. The people who come first are more respectful and enthusiastic towards the later ones. This enthusiasm still shows an increasing trend.
Of course, the seats for the guests who were arranged by Ziyu Pavilion for the guests were not the ones who would sit wherever they wanted, so that wouldn’t be messy?
Qiuqiu glanced over and found out the difference between VIP and ordinary agents.
The seats covered with purple velvet satin chairs separated by lamps and flower tanks must be VIP seats. Not only are the seats of different grades, but they are also in the center and in front. The view is good. The seats around them are covered with ordinary ones.
It's plain satin.
It was almost time to come. The guests had almost arrived, and many people took their seats, but the VIP seat in the middle was still empty.
That means that the guest of honor has not arrived yet.
Qiuqiu brought a pot of tea for Aunt Yan. She was just up the steps and the back of her skirt suddenly tightened. Fortunately, she stood firmly, otherwise she might fall.
Qiuqiu turned around and two young girls behind her were walking along the steps as if no one was around.
When passing by, one of them turned his head and said to Qiuqiu, "What's wrong with you? How can you get in the way and let others go?"
The man who stepped on Qiuqiu's skirt was unapologetic: "I don't know what happened to Ziyu Pavilion. There are such disciples, and there is no sign of a look."
The girl next to her whispered softly: "Forget it, the time is coming, let's go in."
"Tsk, ugly people are often weird, just because she does... don't look in the mirror..."
The other party had no idea of lowering his voice or just saying it to her.
Qiuqiu had no idea how he caused an unintentional disaster.
Why did these two people have such great hostility towards her for no reason?
A good new skirt, the first time I wear it, makes people step on a gray mark. Qiuqiu felt so distressed, but this was made by the master for her.
Qiuqiu bent down to dust off the gray, and then she remembered that one of the two people seemed to be the girl named He? It was one of the two people who imitated other people's dress and conversation.
Qiuqiu thinks about the other party’s dress and thinks about her own clothes today... the other party will not regard her as a competitor, right?
This is really unfair! Qiuqiu really wants to give a sign, and write two lines of big characters: I was dressed up on purpose, if there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes
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ps: The shoulders are cold and there is a feeling of needle-like pain. The warm baby I bought is a fake, and the powder inside will turn into a drum in a while and it will not work at all.