Sister, look at him!

Chapter 150 The Heavenly Prodigy of the Upper Realm in Male Cultivation Novels 16

Xuanqing is the city of flowers.

This sentence flashes through He Qingwan's mind every day, because it is absolutely correct!

She has been in Xuanqing for more than three months. During these three months, she has seen countless kinds of flowers, which made her, a person who had no interest in flowers and plants, fall in love with flower appreciation.

Especially now that the Flower Festival is approaching, you can see large areas of flowers almost everywhere you go. Although there were flowers everywhere before, it was definitely not as exaggerated as it is now.

Three months had passed since Master Mingkong returned to the Jiang family. When he came back, he took the little Qilin away. He Qingwan liked the little guy very much. Mingkong happened to live next door to her, so she went to find Mingkong when she had time.

Listen to him talk about Buddhism and listen to him complain about his sufferings.

After being influenced by Buddhism for three months, He Qingwan felt that he had become more compassionate.

[Confession in the First Snow: I am almost in Xuanqing. I saw a very nice robe on the way and want to buy it. Lend me 20,000 top-grade fairy jades and I will return it to you when I return home.]

[The most affectionate person in the galaxy: Dear, I suggest you fall asleep right away. It’s faster to make money by dreaming~]

After replying to Qingwu's message, He Qingwan continued to look at Mingkong with great interest, "Master, please continue. I am listening."

……

Flower Festival.

The Jiang family is the main family among all the major families in Xuanqing, and the Flower Festival is no exception. As the organizer, the Jiang family started to get busy as early as a month ago.

The Flower Festival lasts for three days and has many customs, the most important of which is to worship the flower god.

He Qingwan originally thought that there was only one flower god, but after learning more about it, he realized that there were twelve, corresponding to the twelve months.

According to legend, Xuanqing was originally a cold and bitter place. Suddenly one day, the Jade God came and buried twelve seeds everywhere in Xuanqing, and asked a servant boy to take good care of them.

The following year, the twelve seeds bloomed one after another according to the months. They were born with the ability to transform and used their own power to protect Xuanqing.

Gradually, all kinds of flowers bloomed on every inch of Xuanqing land, attracting more and more people to settle in Xuanqing.

And the little boy who took care of the Twelve Flower Gods also followed the instructions of the Supreme God Yuya, married, had children, and protected Xuanqing.

This little boy is the founder of the Jiang family.

The procedure for worshiping the flower gods is very complicated. Except for the Jiang family who worships twelve flower gods, other large and small families or ordinary people only worship one or two flower gods.

As for the twelve goddesses of flowers, they have never appeared casually since Xuanqing became prosperous, and the few times they appeared were always during the Flower Festival.

He Qingwan was puzzled about this and asked Mio about it. Mio scratched her head and asked her in return if she would get bored staying in one place for tens or even millions of years.

The answer is yes.

"Miss, the master of the family is waiting for you in the main hall."

The personal maid that He Qingwan had when he was at the Jiang family had a very nice voice. Even the simplest words coming out of her mouth sounded like an oriole singing.

He Qingwan nodded. She sat in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. She felt a little strange.

She has never worn such heavy makeup, but she looks really good, hehe.

She was going to attend the final sacrifice with Jiang Chuyao, so both her makeup and clothing combined elements of the twelve flower goddesses.

This resulted in her spending an hour and a half to complete her makeup from the time she woke up in the morning until now.

Stand up and take a step.

He Qingwan's body froze.

"Miss?" The maid looked at He Qingwan, who was standing there with an expressionless face, in confusion. She was a little nervous. Could it be that the young lady didn't like the makeup they put on?

"It's a bit heavy." He Qingwan said honestly, "Wait a moment."

She took out a Phoenix Nirvana flying vehicle from space, injected spiritual power into it, placed it on the ground, lifted her skirt and stepped on it, then lowered her skirt to cover the flying vehicle. Perfect.

"Okay, let's go."

Looking at the young lady who had grown 20 centimeters taller by stepping on the magic weapon, the maid was very tactful and didn't say anything. She quietly held her young lady's hand and led them to the main hall.

Main hall.

The heads of each family have arrived. Jiang Chuyao sits in the main seat, and on the other side of him is the seat reserved for He Qingwan.

He Qingwan floated in, accompanied by a pleasant scent of flowers.

She sat in her seat as if no one was around, and the flying magic weapon under her feet automatically fell to the ground and became her footstool.

"My sister is in poor health, thank you for your patience." Jiang Chuyao picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Upon hearing this, He Qingwan pretended to cover his lips with a handkerchief and coughed twice.

The people below couldn't see Jiang Chuyao's expression through the mist of tea. They could only guess that he was in a good mood by feeling the gentle aura around him.

"While traveling in Santaizhou, I found a 30,000-year-old wild eight-petal lotus." The handsome young man in apricot clothes took out a box, "It's just right for my cousin to nourish her body."

cousin?

He Qingwan raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Chuyao.

Jiang Chuyao was holding an empty teacup and looking at the young man with a half-smile. After receiving He Qingwan's gaze, he chuckled and said, "Thank you very much, cousin."

After ordering someone to take the box away, Jiang Chuyao sent a message to He Qingwan.

"Our mothers are sisters. And the one wearing the ash-gray purple fairy skirt, the red pomegranate skirt, the navy blue round-necked robe... you should call them all cousins."

He Qingwan expressed his understanding.

It's almost the same in her family. In their place, if someone is a prominent figure, even if she has never met him, there must be marriage relations between the two families several or even dozens of generations ago.

"Rong Ye thanks cousin."

He Qingwan pretended to be well-behaved and polite.

"Speaking of which, the pleasure boat that my father sent should have arrived by now. Why don't I take my cousin for a boat ride on the lake?" The cousin in the red pomegranate skirt spoke up.

He Qingwan, who had been swimming in the lake for more than a month, was not bored at all. Without waiting for Jiang Chuyao to say anything, she happily said, "Okay."

She spent so much time dressing up to be so beautiful today. It would be a waste of the time and energy she spent on dressing up if she didn't go out for a walk to show off.

"It's windy by the lake, so bring a cloak." Jiang Chuyao didn't make things difficult for them. He just gave them a few words of advice and let the two sisters leave.

He Qingwan, whose mind was only thinking about playing, didn't notice that the chat box between her and Qingwu was shaking wildly.

*

Xuanqing is an island, and the Jiang family lives in the capital of Xuanqing Island, which is also called Xuanqing, but it is Xuanqing City.

The "Xuanqing" in the message Qingwu sent to He Qingwan at that time was referring to Xuanqing City.

After several days of long journey, Qingwu has entered the city with Linchuan.

Lin Chuan went to get the news, and Qing Wu squatted on the side of the road bored. His mission was completed and he could leave at any time, but he hadn't said goodbye to He Qingwan yet.

Moreover, he also wanted to have dinner with He Qingwan. He didn't have many friends in the interstellar world and only knew He Qingwan.

I don’t know why, but He Qingwan didn’t reply to the message I sent to him.

Suddenly, a figure stood in front of him. Qingwu lowered his head and only saw the other person's embroidered shoes embroidered with gold thread and jewels and the luxurious and exquisite embroidered skirt.

He is someone you can't afford to offend, so Qingwu planned to stand up and make way.

"Where did you come from, beggar? Get out of the way."

A familiar, teasing voice came from above his head. Qingwu was stunned at first, then looked up blankly.

He Qingwan, who was wearing red makeup, was smiling at him with her eyebrows curved.