Crazy Xiuxian, boundless magic power

Chu Wen returned home and walked around the front and back yards with great interest. He was very satisfied with his new home.

I went to the study, took out the newly bought pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the desk.

"rhetoric."

"Here comes the master."

"Flower words are used to grind ink, and clever words are used to weigh down paper. This young master wants to write a poem."

"Master, I can't."

"Master, I don't know how to do that either."

Chu Wen lost all his poetic inspiration because of these two idiots, and couldn't help thinking: If I want to mix in the cultural circle, I must first give myself a pen name.

After thinking hard, Chu Wen's brows suddenly relaxed.

Nicknamed "Feng Yin".

Wind Singing: The clouds are drifting and singing with the wind.

Moreover, the name Feng Tong (crazy) and Feng Yin (crazy chanting) are exactly what people think of me. The name Feng Yin Jushi (Feng Yin Hermit) is also easy to pronounce.

The word "Yunjin".

Yunjin: Who sent the brocade letter from the clouds, expressing the remembrance of the past life.

Moreover, the wind and clouds all have a kind of careless beauty, which is perfect for a lazy person like me.

As it was getting dark, Chu Wen remembered that he had forgotten to buy an oil lamp.

Never mind. There’s nothing to do anyway, so there’s no use for an oil lamp.

I ate too much at noon and haven’t digested it yet, so I decided not to go out for dinner.

At this time, Chu Wen felt the urge to defecate and hurried to find a toilet.

As a result, he searched the front and back yards thoroughly but couldn't find any sign of a toilet. Then he remembered that there were no toilets in the city and that feces and urine were collected in chamber pots.

In a hurry, Chu Wen ran to the peach tree in the backyard and opened the door.

After I finished, I remembered that I had no toilet paper.

Chu Wen had no choice but to hold up his robe and jump to get a few peach leaves to wipe them.

The yard was filled with a terrible stench, so he had to dig up some dirt to cover up the filth.

After greeting Hua Yanqiao who was covering his nose on the roof, he returned to the second floor of the east wing. Thinking of the matter of building the foundation and breaking the taboo, he did not dare to be lazy and sat on the ground to practice.

An hour later, Chu Wenzheng, who was oblivious to the world and me, inhaled and exhaled spiritual energy, and ran in hurriedly with beautiful words. As soon as he entered the door, he said:

"Master, please help Sister Tao."

"Master, please help Sister Xing."

"what?"

Chu Wen stopped breathing and looked confused: "What did you say?"

"Sister Tao is so pitiful."

"Sister Xing is so pitiful."

Ever since the last haunted temple, Chu Wen had a psychological trauma about the word "sister". He raised his courage and said:

"Speak one by one, don't be so surprised. What peach and apricot? Where did the sister come from?"

"It's Sister Taoshu outside. Master, please follow me and I will take you to see her."

"And Sister Xingshu, Master, please follow me."

As they spoke, Hua Yan Qiao Yu each grabbed Chu Wen's arms and dragged him out of the house.

It was a full moon, the moonlight was like water, and everything around was clearly visible.

"What are you doing?"

"Master, please follow me."

"Master, please follow me."

One of the two guys wanted to pull Chu Wen to the peach tree in the east, and the other wanted to pull Chu Wen to the apricot tree in the west, and they almost broke Chu Wen's arm.

Chu Wen quickly shook them off.

"Just say it right here. Huayan, you speak first, Qiaoyu, you shut up."

Hua Yan quickly pointed to the peach tree in the east and said:

"Master, it's Sister Peach Tree. She is so pitiful. She has waited for a hundred years but still hasn't met a suitable master. Some time ago, someone chopped her with an axe and broke her skin. Master, please help her."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Yu continued, "Same, same with Sister Xingshu, Master, please help her."

Chu Wen looked at the peach tree to the east and the apricot tree to the west. He thought of the ghost stories told by the old monk and felt scared.

"Where are they? Why can't I see them?"

"Master, can't you see? They are standing right under the tree."

Chu Wen was scared to death by these words. You know, he just took a shit under the peach tree. He mustered up the courage to ask:

"What do they look like?"

"Sister Tao is so beautiful, like a fairy."

"Sister Xing, too."

After hearing this, Chu Wen immediately became bolder.

"So, how can I help them?"

"Give it a name." Hua Yanqiaoyu said hurriedly.

After hearing this, Chu Wen's fear was mostly gone, and his feeling of half worry and half joy was mixed with excitement and excitement.

Although the two rabbit spirits can't do anything, they are really pleasing to the eyes. It wouldn't hurt to have two more of these spirits. It's not like we can't afford to support them.

However, even though the two "sisters" look like fairies, what if the rabbit spirit has a problem with his vision and sends two fairies with crooked noses and slanted eyes to follow him for the rest of his life? Wouldn't that be the end of him?

His mood at this moment was like that of a girl waiting for her lover for the first time. She was afraid that he would not come, but also afraid that he would do something wrong.

After hesitating for a few moments, Chu Wen became very excited about gambling.

This is like a blind date. You may not get a beautiful wife if you go, but if you don't go, you will never get a wife in your life. I only heard him say:

"The peach blossoms are charming and smile in the spring breeze, while the apricot blossoms are elegant and red in the sun."

"Flowers bloom here every year, and the spring scenery is different every year."

After reciting the poem, Chu Wen pointed to the peach tree and said, "Poetic sentiment."

Then he pointed to the apricot tree: "Painting idea."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four words "poetic sentiment" and "painting" condensed into shape in the air and flew into the trunks of the peach tree and the apricot tree respectively.

In an instant, the two trees began to sparkle with colorful lights, and then the branches and leaves turned into thousands of green silk threads, which entwined and intertwined, slowly weaving into a graceful human figure.

Then the green silk gradually condensed into a solid, turning into a long emerald green dress.

Then, the light converged, revealing two graceful figures.

Chu Wen looked left and right and was stunned.

Just by looking at that slim figure, Chu Wen knew that he had made the right bet.

Two figures bathed in moonlight slowly walked towards Chu Wen.

The thin body was dragging in the evening breeze, and the fragrance of peach and apricot was lingering like the black hair at the temples.

As they got closer, they knelt down slowly:

"Thank you for the name, Master. From now on, I will travel the world under the name of "Poetry" and "Painting". Master, you are so kind, I will remember it in my heart, and I am willing to follow you all my life to repay you for your gift."

Unlike their playful and sweet talk, these two spoke softly, like the breeze blowing across the strings of a musical instrument, which made people feel pity and love for them.

Chu Wen had experience in naming two rabbit spirits, so he came to his senses in time and said quickly:

"Get up."

Upon hearing this, the two women stood up gracefully, allowing Chu Wen to see their faces clearly.

The two of them had skin as white as snow, eyes as clear as autumn water, almond-shaped faces and rosy cheeks. Their temperaments were poetic, picturesque, quiet and elegant.

They seemed like ladies walking out of ancient books and scrolls, dignified yet gentle.

If sweet words are two white lotuses that are not stained by dust, then poetic and picturesque words are the secluded orchids in the deep mountains and valleys.

They just stood there quietly, exuding a kind of leisurely elegance, like a calm lake, subtle and peaceful.

Their calm and pleasant temperament makes it easy to make people forget that they also have beautiful faces.

If I had such a beauty by my side every day.

That’s great!

Poetry

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