tea bell

For thousands of years, it has been said that the etiquette of the Protoss is the most thoughtful, especially the Kunlun Mountains under the control of the Queen Mother of the West. Seeing this, it is true.

The raccoon family has always been very rough, living in the mountains, no matter how big or small their cultivation is, they can hook their shoulders together and call them brothers and sisters. Qiancha has lived for so long and has never been treated like this before, so he was at a loss.

She imitated the woman in black in front of her and bent her knees stiffly to her, but she didn't know what to say, she was so clumsy, she saw the woman in black cover her mouth and smiled faintly.

"Xuanli." Qiancha opened her eyes and read the word "Xuanli" on the forehead of the woman in Xuanyi. She wondered, "Why only Xuanli? You live in Kunlun, so you should be accompanied by your name and surname." God is right."

While talking, Xuanli had invited her into the pavilion and moved a wooden chair, Qiancha supported her and sat on it, with her legs curled up and placed on the chair together.

Xuanli just smiled faintly when he heard the words, poured a cup of tea from the table and put it in front of Qiancha: "Your Highness Seventh, please."

Qiancha let out an oh, picked up the tea and took a sip.

In the tea room, she suddenly realized how rude she was just now, how could she point to someone's genealogy and ask something when they first met.

After a long time, she listened to Xuanli and said: "As you can see, I am only living in this mysterious garden in Kunlun Mountain, not a god."

Qiancha snorted, glanced at the two feathers behind her, and asked curiously, "Your real body is a mysterious bird?"

Xuanli hummed, and refilled another cup of Qiancha.

Qiancha was curious again: "The Bird Emperor of the Youdu Bird Clan is the Xuanling Bird, are you from the Youdu Bird Clan?"

Xuanli shook his head, picked up the pen beside him: "I don't know."

Qiancha laughed twice, just now she thought about her impoliteness, now she asked questions one after another, what is the meaning?

She supported her head and looked at Xuanli's pen tip, cleared her throat and said, "I'm talking too much." She raised her eyes to look at Xuanli: "It's the first time I saw a beautiful woman like Xuanli, so I talked a lot."

Xuan Li's writing hand paused, smiled lightly, and raised her head to meet Qian Cha's gaze: "His Royal Highness Seven is also a rare and beautiful woman."

This was originally a compliment in return, but Qiancha became proud unknowingly, she sat up straight and almost raised her calf to the sky.

"Yeah, my sixth brother also said that I'm the prettiest one she's ever seen." She picked up the tea on the table and drank it down: "There is no such thing as a woman Prettier than me."

Xuanli chuckled, then nodded.

After these few conversations, Qiancha's mood improved a lot. It's not that she hasn't met strangers before, but she's not as reckless as she is today. Yes, she likes to talk to her a lot.

In this way, she opened her eyes again to look at Xuanli's forehead, and blurted out: "You, Xuanli, are you just a name?"

Xuanli raised his eyes to look at Qiancha for a while: "Yeah."

Qiancha was surprised: "You don't have a last name?"

Xuanli wrote slowly: "No."

Qiancha was really curious about Xuanli's genealogy, she hadn't seen one like this in so many years.

If this genealogy can be opened, it must be a demon god with cultivation base, who has practiced for at least a thousand years, and there are three on the forehead at a glance, one is the name, the other is the surname, and the third is the clan, like her Youqian tea, with golden There are three rows, one is Qiancha, the second is unitary, and the third is raccoon.

This Xuanli, on her forehead, only had the word Xuanli, no surname or family.

Qiancha has never heard of a demon god who can practice independently from his family.

Maybe there was, but she was ignorant.

Thinking of her, he nodded.

After secretly explaining clearly in her heart, she put the matter aside and cast her eyes on Xuanli's hand, only then did she suddenly realize, just now she always felt strange, it turned out that Xuanli used her left hand to write.

Qiancha said curiously: "You write with your left hand."

Xuanli hummed lightly, looking like he didn't want to talk about this matter, but he still raised his right hand, looked at the palm of his hand and said: "The right hand was injured before, and I can't use my strength."

She moved her fingers a little while she was talking, Qiancha looked at it, it was really difficult and inconvenient, it must not be a pleasant thing, so she said with a smile: "Your left hand is so beautiful, so enviable .”

Xuanli smiled lightly and put down his right hand.

Qiancha asked again: "What did you write?"

Xuanli said: "The Queen Mother of the West sacrificed to Tianwen."

Festival astronomy.

Qiancha sat up straight suddenly: "Great festival!"

It dawned on her that this trip to Kunlun was for a grand sacrifice. She leaned forward and asked, "Do you know where the Queen Mother of the West is doing the grand sacrifice?"

Xuanli looked west after hearing the words, and said calmly: "Atu has been away for six days, and today he is probably on the west side of Kunlun." She looked back at Qiancha: "What's wrong?"

Qiancha said: "I want to go and have a look. I have lived to be [-] years old, and I haven't seen a big sacrifice yet."

But she said so, but she didn't move a bit, but leaned on the chair in a lazier posture.

"Eight hundred years old." Xuanli repeated her age, then raised her eyes to look at her genealogy, and asked in doubt: "The Seventh Highness is only eight hundred years old, why did he have eyes?"

Qiancha smiled mischievously, showing that proud look again.

"My mother said that I was born different, with my own cultivation." She squinted her eyes into a line with joy: "Don't think I'm only 4000 years old, but I was born with [-] years of cultivation. If you can't speak all the time, your eyes will be opened."

Qiancha had a special look on my face, making Xuanli laugh again.

As if wanting to echo her words, Xuanli stopped writing, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Test my cultivation."

Qiancha listened, put her hand on the spinner three inches away from her forehead, and then immediately retracted it as if touching something hot: "You have no cultivation base."

As if unsure, she stretched out her hand to probe again, Xuanli smiled lightly, and moved closer very cooperatively.

"You really don't have cultivation." She withdrew her hand, pointing at Xuanli's forehead in surprise: "Then how did you open your eyes?"

Xuanli shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

Qiancha smiled: "In this way, you are indeed special. My sixth brother said that I am special since I was a child. I am beautiful and special. Now I see you are the same. You are as good-looking as me and as special as me."

Qiancha seemed to have discovered some treasure, and suddenly held Xuanli's hand: "I like you very much, let's make friends, you can come to Huoshan to play with me in the future."

Xuanli's held hand suddenly paused, and after a while, he slowly pulled it out of Qiancha's hand, shaking his head and saying, "I'm being punished, and I can't leave Xuanyuan."

"Punishment?" Qiancha was curious: "Why was it punished?"

Xuanli: "I made a mistake in the past, and the Queen Mother of the West punished me to copy [-] copies of Jitianwen until I run out."

Qiancha was surprised: "Ten thousand copies!" She looked down at the paper on the table and asked, "How many copies have you copied?"

Xuanli replied: "Already eight thousand copies."

Qiancha asked again: "How long has it been copying?"

Xuan Li said: "200 years."

Qiancha nodded, and leaned forward: "I can copy for you." She looked down at the Jitian Wen she wrote, and said, "But my handwriting is ugly, far from yours."

Xuanli smiled lightly: "I'm already content with you being able to come and accompany me." She glanced at the barrier behind Qiancha: "In these years, except for Atu who occasionally came to look for me, there is no one in my place." She turned her head to look at Qiancha: "You are the second."

She picked up a pen and pointed at the barrier: "I'm just curious, this barrier was set up by the Queen Mother of the West, how could you get in?"

Qiancha stared blankly at her pen, and in a daze, told her all about what she had just met when she came here. After doing this and that, she stepped in.

Xuanli frowned after listening, puzzled.

She looked at Qiancha, and said what she had been thinking about for a long time: "The waterfall you saw when you came, have you ever gone up there?"

Qiancha shook her head: "What's up there?"

Xuanli explained: "The top of Xuanyuan, on that..." She paused, then glanced at Qiancha again: "You really haven't been there?"

Qiancha shook her head: "Today is the first time I have come to Kunlun Mountain, this Xuanpu." She asked doubtfully, "What? What is so mysterious about the top of Xuanpu?"

Xuanli shook his head lightly: "No one else."

Next, Qiancha lazily leaned on her, spinning away from writing, while she drank tea.

She thought to herself, Xuanli's characters are so beautiful, and the tea here is also delicious, and she also likes Xuanli's gentle personality, and she looks very nice when she smiles. She always heard that bad people wear black clothes, so She has liked white since she was a child, but her black body made her softer. The exposed head and white wrists were like clear white jade growing from the soil.

In terms of special, it is still special to spin off.

Qiancha thought all about this special, and felt that today's trip was worthwhile. She liked such a friend very much, and after seeing it for a long time, she even had an urge to bring her back to Huoshan.

Thinking of her, he let out an ah. The sound was so shocking that the pen in front of him froze, and the page he had just copied was ruined.

Qiancha stuck out her tongue, and immediately picked up the paper, showing a more worried expression than Xuanli: "What should I do?"

Xuanli smiled faintly, and took it from her hand: "It's okay, just write another one." She folded the paper upright and put it aside: "What does His Royal Highness want to say to me?"

Qiancha groaned again, and stretched out her finger: "I have one more special thing."

Xuanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh?"

Qiancha smiled and whispered: "But my mother won't let me tell others." She gritted her teeth: "You are not someone else, let me tell you."

She leaned closer: "Although I am 4000 years old and have more than [-] cultivation bases, I cannot perform any spells."

Qiancha used a very brisk and very proud tone, and said something mocking herself: "I have a whole body of cultivation, but I am really a waste!"

Xuanli was surprised when she heard this, Qiancha blinked, waiting for Xuanli to praise her special, but Xuanli said: "You really shouldn't tell others about this, you should remember your mother's words." Then he put down the pen and took out a new piece of paper under the desk: "What if someone else hears about this and harms you?"

"It doesn't matter." Qiancha waved her little hand, "I'm good at fighting."

Xuanli shook his head and sighed.

Qiancha sat and watched Xuanli copy another sheet. She made tea on her own, and she felt very familiar with her gestures, as if they were supposed to be like this.

The spring water stings, the bamboo grove is breezy, apart from these, this Xuanyuan is indeed very quiet. Qiancha thought that for hundreds of years, Xuanli had been copying astronomy in such an environment, and felt a burst of sympathy in his heart.

How can this be unbearable?

After another cup of tea, Qiancha sat up straight with some reluctance, and called in a low voice, "Xuanli."

Xuanli looked up at her.

Qiancha: "I have to go home, they have to worry if I've been out for a long time."

She pursed her lips as she said, thinking to herself, when Xuanli finished copying the remaining two thousand copies, she must find a way to bring her back to Kunlun Mountain. For a little demon like her who has no family and no self-cultivation, the Queen Mother of the West should not be too serious. Don't worry, if it doesn't work, she will ask her father to ask for someone, and Emperor Li will always give him face.

Thinking of her, she hummed solemnly in her heart, looked at Xuanli and said, "I'll come to play with you when I find some time in the future."

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