Chapter 82： The villain wants to eat braised pork ribs 39

About a year later, one morning when Xie Ziyou opened his eyes, he rarely saw the system stop on the window lattice.

The morning light fell on the back of the little bee, the thin wings seemed transparent, and the golden patterns on the back were as bright as melted honey. The system wings quivered slightly, but the voice in Xie Ziyou's mind was very serious, and he whispered: "Youyou ."

Xie Ziyou snorted in his heart.

"Is it... the mission is over?"

He forced a smile and uttered a few words, and his heart sank as if he had fallen into an abyss, isolated and helpless, with only boundless darkness in front of him.

In the early morning, the icy cold wind blew the curtains, lingering around the whole body, and biting to the bones.

Yeah, it's time too.

During this period of time, he can be described as negligent in his duties. He nests in the grass growing on Wumiao Peak every day, and his points are like a pool of stagnant water, and he hasn't even made any money.

Even if I can't wait to break every day in half, a year is still too short. Xie Ziyou's eyes drooped slightly, his fingers subconsciously clenched the big red brocade quilt under his body, and the delicate silk and satin material was still a new beauty, no different from the day of his wedding.

From now on... I'm afraid that things are wrong.

Xie Ziyou closed his eyes deeply, his jaw slightly raised, water flashed in his amber pupils, and his voice trembled slightly: "How long can I stay?"

Is it enough for me... to say goodbye to him?

The system was silent for a long time.

Then, in Xie Ziyou's mind, there was a burst of cheerful laughter.

Xie Ziyou: "...?"

"Puff ha ha ha..." The system smiled openly and said softly, "Youyou, don't be angry, it's no wonder Xie Heng likes to tease you... Hahaha, it's really funny."

Xie Ziyou was full of black lines.

"I don't think it's interesting." He gritted his teeth, breathing quickly, "What the **** is it, tell me!"

"Youyou, I want to say goodbye to you again." The system reluctantly said, "I want to take a vacation."

On vacation?

Xie Ziyou thought blankly, why take a vacation?

"I'm also weird." The system sighed, "A colleague came from a long distance to inform me that the company is going to give me annual leave and take a rest with the host..."

It's nonsense.

They are systematic, and it takes ten or a hundred years to complete a task at every turn. Where does the annual leave come from?

The Era holiday is almost the same.

Although the system number of 011 is not big, it is not a new one. It has never heard of such a precedent in the thousand-year-long system life. In its impression, when the system takes a vacation, it is basically because the host exchanges the stay time.

011 will be suspicious, afraid that Xie Ziyou will be disappointed after being surprised, so he never tells Xie Ziyou.

But today, it received an official notice from the headquarters. It was written in black and white with a hollowed out gold pattern. On it, it was written in beautiful handwriting: Approval of a hundred years of leave, and arrange free time on its own.

The system was confused, accepted the notification blankly, and stuffed it into its own small space.

Although I don't know what's going on, but it should be a good thing to come...

...

When the system was running, Xie Ziyou stood outside the door, leaning on the tall bluestone behind him, the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably, and his peach blossom eyes smiled into a beautiful crescent shape.

The newly sprouted willow branches are blowing in the wind, the thin leaves are tender and bright green, and the fluffy flocks are flying, just like spring is full of branches.

The system smiled bitterly: "Youyou, I know that you can stay here for a hundred years. You are very happy, but I am going to leave soon... You are also symbolically sad anyway."

Xie Ziyou's eyebrows were crooked, and his voice was unconcealable. He smiled and said: "I'm sad, my nose is so sad that I'm so sad."

"...Didn't you cry for joy?"

"...Oh, it's almost! Anyway, you have to take care of yourself after a hundred years outside."

The system shook his head helplessly.

The bee flapped its wings and soared from the wicker, the golden streamer flashed, and escaped into the void.

Xie Ziyou watched the streamer disappear into the sky, folded his hands together, and silently said blessings in his heart.

At exactly this time, Xie Heng returned from practicing his sword, and standing far away on the mountain road, he saw Xie Ziyou's ruddy cheeks and his spirits flying. With a warm heart, he lifted up his breath and walked forward, taking a short cut to climb the Guangjie Rock, and falling lightly beside Xie Ziyou.

"It's in a good mood today?" He smiled, "Are there any happy events?"

Xie Ziyou glanced at him, the corner of his eyes twitched slightly: "Why, must there be a happy event to be happy?"

"That's not true." Xie Heng said.

His gaze was gentle as water, flowing across Xie Ziyou's eyebrows and eyebrows, and outlined the familiar contours of eyebrows and eyes.

As a pillow, he is most sensitive to the changes that happen to Xie Ziyou.

The time the two spent together before, although sweet, always made Xie Heng feel uneasy, as if this time was stolen, one day things will be revealed, and he will be doubled back.

He could perceive Xie Ziyou's same anxiety, but if you don't mention the two of them, I won't tell you, the cellophane pastes a thick layer of cellophane and pretends that there is nothing wrong with each other.

But now it's different.

Something settled down and settled down on the ground, enveloping it with a light and sweet fragrance of plants and trees like agarwood.

He doesn't know what happened, but...

"It's really worth being happy."

Xie Heng took a step forward, embracing Xie Ziyou's thin waist from behind, resting his chin on his lover's shoulder, Xie Ziyou's silky black hair swept across his neck, slightly itching.

The person in his arms struggled symbolically, but to no avail, he was still holding his wrist and holding him in front of him.

The blue sky was like washing, the velvet was flying, Xie Heng looked down lazily, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

——The biggest happy event in the world is just that you and I are cuddling each other, stepping through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, watching the summer breeze, winter snow, autumn moon and spring flowers together.

The eyebrows are picturesque and live up to their years.

...

In the distant void, a brilliant golden streamer passed by many small worlds, and flew straight to a giant tree in the center.

The giant tree obscures the sky, the rhizomes are intertwined, the dense branches and leaves spread to the endless void, emitting a bright light, countless streamers flying around the branches, like a flying fireflies.

011 just stepped into the shade of the tree, and was stopped by another streamer.

The streamer glowed with a flaming orange red, and laughed: "Look, I'm right!"

011 glanced at it, responded softly, turned and flew towards a thick branch.

The streamer crossed an arc and stopped it again: "Don't worry, tell me quickly, how are you going to live this one hundred years?"

"No way," 011 said helplessly, "don't think of giving me bad ideas, I won't go to the small world again."

"How could it be a bad idea?" Scarlet Streamer said dissatisfied, "I think you have gone too little. This kind of thing, once reborn, second time familiar, come, follow me, and introduce you to a good place!"

"Don't pull me, I won't go."

"Oh, let's go! This time is definitely different from the last time-after all, you still refuse to tell me what happened in the small world last time?"

The streamer huddled the turn, drawing a beautiful arc in the void, and the laughter gradually drifted away, leaving only a melodious sigh, scattered in the sky of fluorescence.

...

Time flies, the years flies.

Willow leaves are green and fall, and new branches are planted every year. Twenty years have passed in a flash.

It was another year in early spring, when thick clouds rose on the mountain, Xie Ziyou was a little depressed, so he ran down the Wumiao Peak and wandered around boredly.

It was not the first time he wandered in the sect, but today it seems to be very different. Outside the mountain gate is overcrowded, young girls with luxurious or simple clothes rubbing their shoulders, crowded with not-wide mountain roads.

Xie Ziyou was a little curious, and pulled a disciple beside him and asked, "What are you doing?"

The disciple smiled and said, "Brother don't know? Today is the five-year Fairy Sect Conference, and the Xuanling Mountain Gate is opened wide to recruit disciples from the outer sect. These people are all here to participate in the assessment.

Xie Ziyou understood in seconds.

The Wumiao Peak where he lives is located in the depths of the Xuanling Sect.

Unless there is a genius like Senior Brother Xie Heng, and Elder Shangfeng has the heart to accept disciples, these little things of recruiting outer disciples will not bother them.

For a moment of curiosity, Xie Ziyou walked out slowly along the mountain road.

He learned a few tricks from Pei Yunyin. At this time, pinching the spell in his hand, there was profound energy enveloping the whole body like a mist, which faintly concealed his appearance, and his aura was reduced to the lowest level, which was not noticeable.

The young girl waiting outside the door was only a dozen years old. It was the most beautiful time. The eyes were as clear as the morning dew, and the vigor and vitality could hardly be covered. They got together in twos and threes, chatting quietly, and let out a crisp laughter from time to time.

Xie Ziyou passed them, and the joyful laughter of a small bird came into his ears, responding to the warm breeze, and the earth rejuvenated, making people feel refreshed.

Under the influence of the magic technique, the young girls subconsciously ignored the existence of Xie Ziyou, and looked forward to: "Hey, who of us can be lucky enough to enter the inner gate and be accepted as a direct disciple by the elder of the suzerain?"

"Think too much, how can it be that simple? It's better to be safe, and I'll be content to be an outside disciple."

"A little ambitious, okay? Maybe we are the unique geniuses in heaven and on earth."

"If you say that...I want to offer tea to the lord."

"The lord is an old man!"

Xie Ziyou listened to it interestingly, and couldn't help but chuckle secretly with a silver bell-like clear and beautiful sound coming into the ear curtains, with a girl's unique and brilliant aura.

But in the next second, the girl folded her hands together, she looked forward to her beautiful eyes, and her red lips lightly opened——

"You don't understand, this year is the best opportunity."

"My cousin entered the clan five years ago and just returned home a few days ago. He told me that there is a newly promoted elder in the clan with the surname Xie, and there is currently no disciple under his seat. Receiving disciples."

"Chang Xie has a gentle old age, but he is superb in his cultivation. He is quite accomplished in both swords and swords. The most important thing is... handsome and unrestrained!"

Xie Ziyou: "!!!"

...Fuck?

He knew about Xie Heng's promotion to the elder. After all, Xie Heng's cultivation base had reached the pinnacle of the seventh rank, and he could break through at any time, and his combat power was good. Thanks to Tianwang's recommendation, the lord was happy to sell his face.

But Xie Ziyou didn't understand that after being promoted to an elder, Xie Heng would also... accept disciples?