Above the ninth level is the Bixiao Cloud Palace.
In the blue sky, sitting upright was a pure Sanren.
There is a cup of gold thread tea in the left hand, and a bowl of ink jade chess in the right hand. There are many scholars talking and laughing, and there are no white people in the exchanges. The fairy maid Su'e has jade bones and ice skin. She can flirt and kiss secretly. There is no clutter of silk and bamboo, no hassle of filing papers, I can find tranquility in the midst of turmoil, and I can steal the fragrance from the busyness. It is really rare for a high-level immortal to do what I do.
Tai Hui couldn't help but look at it, so he read a book to the Emperor of Heaven behind my back: "Pure San people are not pure, and it is difficult to be worthy of the name of the master of Bixiao Palace. If Your Majesty doesn't punish it a little and spread it, I'm afraid it will be true."
Tai Hui is excellent in big things, but in details... He just doesn't know how to turn.
When he told me that I was arrogant and extravagant and did not abide by the immortal rules, the Emperor of Heaven was in a hurry to go to court, and there were a few stunning goddesses who had recently arrived in the main hall of Taiyin. Time is so short that it waits for no one, let alone beauties.