The stars are moving, the sun and the moon are hurrying, fifty cold and summer, fifty flowers bloom and fall, and thoughts are brewing in the hearts of all women like wine, which is so thick that it can't be erased or dissolved. "Ke * Le * Yan * Love * First * Fa ()" "Yan * Love * First * Fa [Legend has it that the girls who come to Dahsubao to read will cross]

In the past fifty years, due to the existence of the thirty-six daughters of Yan Chengcheng, this remote and panicked mountain range where the leaves have crossed the catastrophe, and this deep stream that is rarely visited, has gradually become a very famous place in the city of forgetting worries and its surroundings.

Good deeds have even given this deep stream a very fragrant name: Fairy Valley.

It was another morning of bright spring and the singing of birds and flowers.

Ouyang Lanlan and Qian Ying, the mother and daughter, have never forgotten their duties, and have always regarded themselves as Cong Ye's maids. Although under the repeated correction of the women, they no longer verbally call the lord and the young grandmother, but there is not much change in their hearts.

Therefore, the first people to patrol along the Fairy Valley every morning must be Ouyang Lanlan and Qian Ying.

This day was no exception, the mother and daughter had just finished their patrol, and they were standing in the air of the Fairy Valley, looking at the river flowing eastward at the bottom of the stream with melancholy. Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of light from the river.

"Mother"

"Well, I saw it."

The next incident made the beautiful mother and daughter even more stunned.

I saw that the raging river actually stopped in the blink of an eye, and then turned around and went upstream, and at the same time that the water head phase stimulated a deafening sound, the river level also increased sharply. Almost instantly, it had already filled the deep stream, and there was even a splash of water splashing on the clothes of Ouyang Lanlan and Qian Ying, who were standing on the ground.

It was impossible not to alarm the women in the dragon cave, and when they appeared one after another, the surging river was condensing into the silhouette of a person.

"Husband"

"Master"

"Lord Wang"

"Husband"

"Bush Leaves"

Indeed, that humanoid silhouette is what the leaves look like.

However, it did not last long, and the outline formed by the condensation of the river water disappeared suddenly, leaving only a transparent, faintly visible light and shadow, still in the shape of a clump of leaves.

It's not over yet, it's still changing.

One will be the appearance of a cloud; For a moment it looked like a boulder; One will be a towering tree, lush and green; For a while, it is more like a mist rising from the surface of the river, a beautiful rainbow produced by the sun.

In the end, there is a series of pictures, all of which are bits and pieces of Cong Ye getting along with the girls and getting along step by step.

There are embarrassing moments, and there are moments that make people blush and heartbeat. There are thrilling scenes of heroes saving beauty, and there are also lingering hugs and whispers. There are the moments of life and death in the Battle of Flint City, and there are also the ordinary years in Xiangyang Town.

When the qiē in front of him disappeared abruptly, there were no more colorful points of light as usual, and the bush leaves, which had disappeared for fifty years, stood abruptly above the deep stream, standing in the thirty-six pairs of beautiful and concerned eyes.

After a short silence and a moment's stunned, the women rushed up, and of course, the leaves were divided into thirty-six at the right time, so that everyone could have a warm and long-lost embrace.

No one cares about being heard by others about their inner thoughts and affection, and they all whisper to Cong Ye, the strong love that has gathered in their hearts for the past fifty years.

Missing is sad, and meeting is joyful.

In the days that followed, the women did not practice as diligently as usual, but all relaxed, accompanied by the leaves, either wandering in the bright spring light in the wilderness or reveling in the lingering of death in the secret room.

After the thoughts and feelings in the hearts of the women were soothed, Cong Ye summoned the women to sit in the huge cave hall of the Dragon Cave and began to tell them about the intermediate stage of the Void Gong Method, as well as the experience of crossing the tribulation, especially the cultivation experience of the three divine skills that Cong Ye had mastered: Tongguang and Dust, Carrying the Mountain and Catching the Moon, and Twisting the Finger Canghai.

A whole year has passed.

Ouyang Lanlan and Qian Ying, the mother and daughter, have almost never been separated since they followed Cong Ye in the North City of the Four Peerless Star Towns.

Even now, whether it is the mother and daughter in the Red Dust Flame Ruyi Ding, they each have their own rooms, or in the Dragon Cave, they also have their own secret rooms, but Qian Ying still likes to stay with her mother at night and serve Cong Ye together.

Qian Ying, who has always been like a little girl, has been more open at night since she was trained by Yueru. Not only can Cong Ye taste the hearty taste every time, but also can always make his mother Ouyang Lanlan, and at the same time, he can also get the greatest favor from Cong Ye.

Princess Xian'er, who is somewhat similar to Qian Ying, has always maintained a distance from her own aunt Wang Qin, especially during her double cultivation. Even when he was in the barley country, Cong Ye and Wang Qin were in the same room and served Cong Ye.

has one thing in common with Qian Ying, that is, she can't change her words. always calls Wang Qin the imperial aunt.

Sometimes when he cultivates with Cong Ye, where the love is strong, Cong Ye will ask Xian'er:

"Does Xian'er remember the scene at that time?"

"Hmm."

"What does it feel?"

"Every time I see Sister Caiyun, they can always cultivate with their husbands, but Xian'er's first time hurts so much, and Xian'er still remembers it until now."

"Xian'er was too young at the time, and I was supposed to wait for Xian'er to grow up in the future."

"It's Xian'er who is greedy, so she cries and wants her husband to love her. It's okay, sooner or later, Xian'er has to experience that once, and the sooner you experience it, the sooner you can taste the true taste of being loved by your husband. ”

"What is the real taste?"

"Husband"

Xian'er blushed, biting her lower lip lightly, a pair of good-looking eyes narrowed, and called Cong Ye with a little coquettishness. However, in the end, he said it shyly and timidly.

"Every time I want to double cultivate with my husband, I will always feel itchy and uncomfortable, and the taste of anticipation is really hard to describe. When the husband loves Xian'er, especially at the beginning, the sense of fullness in an instant makes Xian'er feel comfortable physically and mentally to the extreme. After that, after that, I didn't know where I was. The husband is so mighty. ”

Among the women, the relatively shy people belong to Cui Xiang, Zhao Yijun, Wang Qin, and Jiang Wanrong.

Although they were not the last to marry Cong Ye, the four daughters never seemed to be able to fully open their hearts. Maybe it has something to do with their respective life experiences.

In Cong Ye's life trajectory, there is no life and death experience between him and the four daughters, which will definitely affect the relationship between Cong Ye and the four daughters.

Therefore, after the middle stage of the Advanced Void Exercises, Cong Ye began to take extra care of Cui Xiang, Zhao Yijun, Jiang Wanrong, and Wang Qin.

Sometimes in order to let them relax, Cong Ye deliberately gathered the four girls together and explained to them the magic skills and cultivation experience. And take the opportunity to double cultivate with the four daughters, so that they can gradually get used to this big family atmosphere.