Chapter 609 (1/2)

Qin Yi doesn't think it's fun. He has a headache. Who knows that holding a wedding banquet in the wilderness can lead the Ming River over? In the end, who called the river over? Isn't it killing?

Sooner or later, one day, you'll die!

Looking at the bright River's red pretty face, he could not help but drift across the song:

”later, who's wedding party to meet again, the beautiful woman in the side, the candle shadow is red. A pair of picturesque faces, just like the tender old dream of cardamom branches. I don't know each other, and suddenly my thoughts are surging... ”

”My husband, who is this?” The voice of feather clothes is floating in my ears at this time.

Qin Yi subconsciously said, ”one of my Taoist friends.”

This word exports, his own heart Leng for a while, Minghe also Leng for a while.

They look at each other in silence. Qin Yi thinks he is a scum man, but Minghe thinks this No problem.

When we met in the dark, we already said He is a Taoist friend.

It's the good fortune of Qin to make friends with Taoism It's also the blessing of Minghe.

Although I have said that after Huiyang, I will discuss this heart again. At this time, the sun is shining, and it is time to discuss But before that, they were just Taoist friends.

But why is it that Mingming is just a Taoist friend. Before seeing him, he already felt that his heart had no ripples. But when he saw his wife and wine, his heart was still very uncomfortable?

It's uncomfortable.

The man said, he likes me, and I think I should like him.

Master's skill is really killing.

Let me see with my own eyes the red glow of his candle shadow It's like the dream weaving method in the legend, which makes people see the life and death parting, the eternal vow of commitment, or too sweet to get drunk, or blood dripping, and finally pull out, suddenly all dreams.

If you look at the world of mortals, you can go out.

This is the most orthodox fairyland and the most cruel.

Minghe seemed to see his master's eyes as deep as the sea.

On the top of the cloud, Xiyue looks calm and looks like the moon hanging on the star river.

Her eyes moved away from the Ming River and landed in a corner of the ghost car clan, if there was a deep meaning in her eyes.

If you take pianhongyu, you should see the Phoenix.

White clouds with wine, can you afford it?

Minghe and Qin Yi in the hall looked at each other for a while. In fact, the time was very short. In the eyes of Yu Shang, who was watching, it was just a moment. Minghe finally pursed his mouth and said in a low voice, ”I've seen the goddess of feather clothes at the Minghe River in Tianshu.”

Yu Shang was full of vigilance: ”our family does not have the tradition of Taoist blessing. Since the Taoist priest has come, he will drink a cup of wedding wine, and the Dharma will be exempted.”

Minghe smile, very calm answer: ”so good.”

Master, you are so cruel. Do you know that your apprentice is rebellious? Even if I don't have any intention, can I just look at them quietly and pull away from myself? I don't have a little temper. Can't I make a mess of them?

Far away in the wilderness, who knows who!

Minghe glanced at Qin Yi and said with a smile: ”once upon a time, I had an agreement with Qin Daoyou. After Huiyang, I would discuss some things. Now when Huiyang meets again, it seems that there is no need to discuss it. A cup of wedding wine is the answer. ”

Qin Yi looked at her in silence.

The melon eating crowd whispered louder.

This seems to have nothing to say, just highlights the ”old”, but at this moment, it seems to be meaningful, not just the general old, almost equivalent to the previous speculation.

Feather clothes can not help but say: ”you are a monk.”

Minghe still smiles: ”although my old friend has some advantages, he can't compete with Tao. It's just the right thing to marry a saint.”

The words seem to be blessing, but I don't want him. You can pick them up if you like.

Feather clothes gas chest ups and downs, the sun moon in the sky also blink, seems to be some accident.

That's a little bit close to the level of a big wedding Is it really the temperament of Minghe? Who could have thought that there was still a little rebellious psychology to master