At the banquet.

After the Lord Linglong left, everyone began to toast them unscrupulously, and they all spoke nicely, and they were all talented. Lu Chang drank for an hour.

Fortunately, this wine is not intoxicating.

However, Lu Changsheng also knew why Tang Seng left the Kingdom of Women and insisted on going west.

Think about it, countless women are surrounded by you. To put it bluntly, at the beginning, you will be surprised, excited, and happy, but soon you will become numb, taciturn, and in pain.

So Linglong Holy Land can't stay.

After tomorrow's birthday, leave early if you can.

However, what does it mean to pat his shoulder three times just now?

Praise yourself for being handsome and talented?

Or should I cheer myself up?

Lu Changsheng always feels something is wrong, as if there is another mystery.

At the banquet.

While drinking, Lu Changsheng was thinking about this matter in his heart.

Until midnight.

Lu Changsheng suddenly shuddered.

He thought of it.

Isn’t this scene the story in Journey to the West?

Bodhi Patriarch patted Sun Wukong three times and asked Sun Wukong to come to him at midnight?

hiss!

Have you also read Journey to the West?

Well, it shouldn't be possible.

This should be just a casual pat on the shoulder?

But what if I really let myself pass?

But what did you do when you go over in the middle of the night?

Eat below?

Lu Changsheng couldn't help but fall into deep thought again.

Until the ugly moment, Lu Changsheng wanted to leave with great effort.

However, when he couldn't say anything, all Linglong's disciples stood up one by one, rushing to send Lu Changsheng back.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Lu Changsheng pulled Qian Yunrou.

Just insist on letting Qian Yunrou give him.

Qian Yunrou gave face, nodded, got up and sent Lu Changsheng back.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Lu Changsheng walked out of the hall.

A cool breeze blew, making people calm and awake.

Qian Yunrou didn't speak all the way.

At this moment, the exquisite holy land is extremely peaceful, and night falls, and everything is full of sounds.

There was not even a sound of insects, which made people feel much quieter.

Along the way, Lu Changsheng was thinking about what the meaning of the three-stroke of the Lord Linglong patted himself on the shoulder.

Do you want to find her at the third day of the year?

Did you take care of that thing yourself, or did the Lord Linglong have prepared it?

Lu Changsheng fell into all kinds of random thoughts.

That's it, soon after half a stick of incense, Lu Changsheng came to his residence.

"Senior Brother Lu, have a break early. Tomorrow is the birthday of Master. I hope Senior Brother Lu will be fully prepared."

Qian Yunrou said calmly.

"Okay, Junior Sister Qian also go and have a good rest."

Lu Changsheng nodded, then watched Qian Yunrou leave, and walked into the house.

The room was clean and tidy, and it also emitted a faint fragrance.

Lying on the soft bed, Lu Changsheng looked at the top of the bed and thought about something.

It has been more than three months since I went down the mountain. Scenes in my mind flashed, as if they had happened yesterday, but in fact, three months have passed.

Lu Changsheng had to sigh, time passed so quickly.

I don’t know how Qingfeng is now.

Lu Changsheng was a little worried, but when he thought that Qingfeng had taken all the spirit stones away, he inexplicably hoped that Qingfeng would suffer a little, and he was lucky and went to a barren land, where even the spirit stones could not be spent.

Thinking about it this way, Lu Changsheng felt a little more comfortable.

After thinking about Liu Qingfeng's affairs, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but think of the three last strokes of the Lord Linglong's shoulder.

"What does it mean?"

Lu Changsheng frowned.

However, the face of the Linglong Holy Lord involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Very beautiful and elegant.

It would be great if he was really five thousand years younger.

The Lord Linglong is good at everything, no matter what it is in terms of appearance, personality, and figure, he really can't pick out the thorns.

But the only thing is the age issue.

But, if you think about it carefully, although the Lord Linglong is six thousand years old, he has a very young mentality. What’s more important is that this is a world of cultivation, not an omnipresent world.

For a normal monk who survives the tribulation, he can live at least tens of thousands of years. If he is like Taoist Qingyun, there is no problem in living for 20,000 years.

In other words, from the perspective of the Lord Linglong, she is actually only thirty years old.

It’s like the saint Linglong, who now hides in a cave and then closes his door. It’s been a thousand years since he comes out.

Looking at this issue from a biological perspective, it is indeed a thousand years old, but looking at this issue from a rational perspective, it is actually still sixteen or seventeen years old.

Just like an immortal on a higher plane, it may take tens of thousands of years to sleep.

So in the world of immortal cultivation, it really doesn’t look at age, because if you really age, your skin will still wrinkle and your blood and energy will decline.

At present, the Lord Linglong is really a woman in her early thirties.

The best years are also the most mature times.

Huh? Why do I think about these questions?

Lu Changsheng couldn't help but be stunned. He found that he had inexplicably thought about this?

This is not right.

But at this moment, a sound slowly rang out.

"What are you thinking if you don't sleep at night?"

The sound rang.

Lu Changsheng subconsciously spoke, "I wonder if the Lord Linglong had gulled me...uh?"

In an instant, Lu Changsheng jumped up from the bed.

Immediately afterwards a figure appeared in the room.

It is the Lord of Linglong.

Wearing a white silk gauze dress, yes, it is a gauze dress, which looks very soft and smooth, and is very simple to draped on your body.

"Holy Lord?"

Lu Changsheng was a little shocked.

Why did you suddenly appear in your room at night?

What do you want to do?

Lu Changsheng's eyes were full of curiosity.

"What? You still call me the Holy Lord?"

The Lord Linglong spoke with a smile in his eyes, and he watched Lu Changsheng say this.

Ha? What is not called the Holy Lord?
To be continued...