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The location of Changhong Palace is well chosen, the main entrance to the south can see the rising sun, the side entrance to the northwest is full of bright moon and stars all year round, and Yanshu’s unnamed courtyard is dimly lit, which is suitable for sleeping.Immortal Yanshu, who returned to his Changhong Palace, stretched.The maids in the palace hurriedly took care of them, and said to the little fairy who had just returned from the wild with a smile, "Immortal Yuheng, today I sent a lot of family worship posts, can you take a look?"

Yan Shu shook off the maids surrounding him, grabbed the pile of tall family worship stickers, threw them all into the sink without mercy, and went back to his bedroom with a dark face and slammed the door.

No matter whether it is in Changhong Palace or outside Changhong Palace, they all know that this little fairy Yuheng looks very good, but he is unpredictable and difficult to approach.

Seeing that Yu Heng was in a bad mood, the maids in the palace did not dare to disturb her.In the middle of the night, Yanshu's bedroom was knocked, it was the oldest old fairy in his palace.The old fairy reminded in a low voice outside the door: "Immortal Yuheng and Immortal Tianxuan are about to prepare for their return to the Qing squad."

Yan Shu, who was lying in the brocade quilt, responded muffledly.

Yan Shu scattered the maids and guards all over the place, sitting silently on the top of the palace wall, watching the moon, which was not too big or small, drinking the wine brewed in his palace.He is not yet a great immortal, so he cannot drink alcohol, and it is the first time he drinks it today, and he can't taste anything.Recalling that the old fairy in the palace said that he would send his old man back to the Qing Dynasty. The jade pendant hanging on his waist was sent back to the mountain and sealed up.

Yan Shu hiccupped and thought, "It's a good idea, so he won't help his old man die."

It is not appropriate to say that Tianxuan Xianjun is an old man. The God of War has been cultivated, and he has always looked like a young handsome man and a modest son.Yan Shu took Tianxuan's face, but not Tianxuan's warm temper.

The little God of War is standing on the top of the wall. Although there is no such thing as a curfew in the Heavenly Court, except for the special period of the birthday banquet, which is more lively, the days are leisurely and dull, so the three of them are the most noisy, Yan Shu has two eyes Letting go, I decided to bring Lang Ye and Lang Qi to move Changhonggong's wine tomorrow.

The spacious palace road outside Changhong Palace is silent, and the octagonal painted lanterns on both sides of the palace road are brightly lit, and it is not known where it leads.

The evening breeze was pleasant, Yan Shu's ears moved, and a shadow came over from a distance, making a long sound on the ground.

When the shadow approached, Yan Shu immediately hooked himself on the eaves, hung upside down, made a big grimace, and happened to meet the little demon prince wearing the Five Spirit Lock.

The little demon prince was so frightened that he backed up again and again, accidentally tripped over the chain and hurt his knee, but this new injury was no more eye-catching than those welt marks and the black charcoal on his face.

Yan Shu frowned, flipped back neatly, rolled over, stood still in front of the demon prince, and said calmly, "Little devil."

The little demon prince knew that he was calling him, so he hurriedly got up and stood still, lowered his head and rubbed his hands, waiting to be dealt with.

Yan Shu didn't want to give this little devil a special order, but simply called him.There are too few fairy demons who can make Yanshu call out his name, what should he do after calling out his name?The demon prince in front of him was obviously waiting for him to speak, Yan Shu's eyes widened, and he didn't have the face to say "you go".That made him look so stupid.

So he coughed twice, put his hands behind his back, and walked around the little devil pretending to be a gentleman.

The little devil's scalp was numb from being looked at, and he buried his head even lower.

Yan Shu coughed twice more. He hadn't thought of a countermeasure yet, so he pretended to be calm and said, "Raise your head."

He has only demolished things and houses, and has never demolished immortals or demons. Could it be that he wants to wrap a sack and fix this little devil?

The little demon prince raised his head obediently, his eyes were still down, and he didn't dare to glance casually.If he looked up a little more, he would know that the little fairy in front of him is not very smart, and he is thinking hard about how to deal with him in the battle between heaven and man.

Yan Shu had a flash of inspiration, pointed to himself, and said, "You, become me."

Only then did the little prince raise his eyes and stare at the little fairy opposite him, he was stunned for a moment, this little fairy is so pretty.Yan Shu was a little impatient with him, although he didn't watch it for long, and urged: "Hurry up."

The little demon prince withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and slowly changed into Yanshu's appearance.

Yan Shu circled the little devil twice more, sighed, and happily decided: "It's you."

As expected, the prince of Xihai sternly filed a lawsuit when he returned to his father.The three scourges are familiar with the road and asked Immortal Emperor Jiarong to invite him to talk.

At the beginning of the conversation, Jiarong, who was in a fit of anger, gave one-sided warnings, analyzing the pros and cons: "My son, how could you be like this...you are acting out of control...no discipline, lawlessness..."

The third prince Lang Ye would occasionally retort a few words, even if his father was really angry, at most they would just be taught a lesson.

After all, as long as Jia Rong asked angrily, "Which of the three of you came up with the idea?"

Yan Shu will stand up and casually say: "Me."

Then no matter how angry he was, Immortal Emperor Jiarong would immediately mute his voice with a black face. At most, he would put the three of them in confinement, and if they were released, they would still be three heroes.

Also, what his father said was irrelevant in the first place, just don't care.

The business of the demolition brigade of Shangtianting is still in full swing, this time it is an old Taoist who has suffered.The reason is simple, Lang Qi is suddenly interested in those immortals who have ascended.So the three scourges colluded together and went to the mansion of Renxian Cave to drink tea one by one.There are not many celestial beings who ascend, and those who can ascend are generally six clean old Taoists with long beards and white eyebrows.There are also some youths who have achieved success and soared up, mostly because the elixir in the boiler of the Taishang Laojun fell and hit the mortal's head.

Lang Qi was interested in these immortals, so he asked respectfully about all kinds of things in the world, from the emperor's old son down to the watchman in Goulan, asking about everything big and small.

Facing a group of veteran Taoists, no matter how immortal they are, they still look wrinkled, and they will be disabled if they strike hard.Even Lang Ye, who is good at looking for fun, lacks interest and is not interested in wrinkled human beings. He sits next to Yan Shu and takes a rare nap with Yan Shu.

Those old Taoists didn't know the usual behavior of these three scourges very well, thinking that it was definitely right to be cautious, so they explained to Lang Qi in detail, showing what they saw in the mortal world.The second prince's love for the mortal world was won, and the customs of the world became more and more yearning. In the end, he forcibly begged for the words and words of the mortal world and the handwritten copies of the mortal world that those Taoists had collected.

The old Taoists will not follow such an open and aboveboard way of grabbing things.

Then, chickens fly and dogs fight, and people fall on their backs.

This was Yan Shu's most fulfilling day. The sound of Lang Qi's conversation with those old Taoists was dizzying. He basically slept in various caves. When he woke up, he just moved his body and helped grab things.When I returned to my own Changhong Palace, I had enough sleep and couldn't fall asleep now, so I still lay on the wall watching the moon and stars, and had a drink alone.

The little demon prince from last night waited under the eaves with his head bowed tonight, wearing an oversized white brocade robe, making him look even thinner.Yan Shu saw the little devil waiting very early on, so he deliberately didn't make a sound. After drinking the wine, he threw the flagon away and hung it on the gold hook, and suddenly made a face at the little devil, "Slightly slightly——"

The little demon prince only took half a step back, not at all frightened by the sudden evil ghost, and backed only because he was afraid that he would accidentally hit the little fairy's head.He had been waiting here a long time ago, and he also knew that Little Immortal Yuheng turned up to drink not long ago.

Seeing that little devil suddenly saw him, he wasn't too surprised, and Yan Shu didn't feel satisfied.Turning over with a wooden face, he asked angrily, "How is it?"

The little demon prince was assigned a small task by Immortal Yuheng today, which was to change into the appearance of Immortal Yuheng, holding a purple gold box firmly in his hand, and follow the fairies in their palace to a certain place.Immortal Yuheng told the little prince that there was no need to do anything special, as long as he didn't speak and listened to the arrangement of those fairies obediently.In order not to let other immortals find out, Immortal Yuheng specially found a robe that looked too big to cover the lock rings on his body.

The little demon prince hesitated for a while, then replied slowly: "There should be... nothing wrong."

In fact, Yan Shu was not worried about whether he would be discovered. He simply had nothing else to say, and it seemed that he had to say something in this situation.At times like this, Yan Shu always admired Lang Ye deeply. After all, the third prince was in charge of fighting the Confucians with words, and Yan Shu was in charge of swinging his iron fist.

Since the little devil has already reported his work to him, it seems that there is nothing else that needs to be explained.Yan Shu jumped over the wall and went back to sleep.

The little demon prince was left alone outside the walls of Changhong Palace, which was rarely visited by people, and stood alone for another night.The little fairy didn't say whether he could leave, he didn't dare to leave.

This little episode, Yan Shu quickly put it aside, and continued to live his fairy life.Recently, there are still a few things that make the Three Scourges unhappy.

The first thing is that He Guang is sick, and they are not allowed to enter the palace recently.

The second thing, Immortal Emperor Jiarong found a teacher for them, and brought more than half of them to accompany them, and began to urge them to practice cultivation.This Mr. Xie is handsome, he is a human immortal who ascended from the human world, I heard that he used to be the prince of the human world, capable of literature and martial arts, and taught them riding, archery and poetry.

Among the three of them, Lang Ye was the most outstanding in riding, archery and poetry.Because Lang Qi cares about things in the world, he prefers poetry and prose, riding and shooting is just like Yan Shu-that's really too bad.

But Yan Shu is a pig-headed, mediocre civil and military talent, seriously biased, and fights with biased subjects.

Lang Ye felt that this kind of life was very much in his mind, although he was the one who made the noise at the beginning, and he was the one who tried every means to tease Mr. Xie.Lang Ye was sitting in the middle of the last row of the study, Yan Shu and Lang Qi on both sides of him were tilted to one side and the other to the west.

Lang Ye said leisurely at the side: "Why don't we come to compete in this exam?"

Yan Shu immediately sat up.

Lang Qi agreed, the last time he wrote a poem, his third brother was inferior to him, so he had to find a chance to win back.

The geese are like facing the enemy: not good at all.He felt upset when he saw these characters. He didn't like archery, and although he liked horses, he didn't dare to ride them...

Lang Ye glanced at Yan Shu who was on the frying pan, delighted in it, but remained motionless: "Then it's decided."

Lang Qi never knew what to say, so he stretched his neck and said to Yan Shu who was farthest away from him: "By the way, Yan Shu, I haven't read your poems yet, let me read them this time."

Yan Shu: "..."

Looking at the prince in the world who was making small noises and being ignored all the time: "..."

Sitting in front, the disciples of Shangtianting who were captured by Jiarong to accompany them: "..."

However, Yan Shu was only in a moment of anxiety, and felt that this matter was difficult to deal with. After returning to the palace to calm down, he found that the matter could be resolved, and it would be fine if he accidentally got sick again.Anyway, he didn't take the test, and he was determined not to take the test. He knew that if he took the test, he would definitely be ashamed.

He knows his weight too well.

With the mentality of abandoning the exam, Xiao Xianjun climbed up to the eaves of the palace wall again in a relaxed mood and drank alone.Looking over, he saw a shadow under the eaves, still in the original position, still maintaining the posture of bowing his head.