Advise Qingshan

Noon, Ye House.

Duanyan and Qinghe filled the shower with water, intending to water the money grass under the steps.

In fact, this kind of weeds on the side of the road is very easy to feed. In spring, it is all over the ground, and it grows densely in the cracks of any blue bricks, so it doesn't need watering at all.However, the new owner who bought them as a maid a few days ago had a weird temper and insisted on saying that the money grass in the house looked cute and wanted them to take care of it.

Money grass also seems to know that others can't touch them. It was a little pitiful at first, but now it has spread half of the green brick road like its ancestors. If it grows longer for two days, people will walk like zombies and jump away.The sisters also mentioned to the homeowner that Jingcheng flowers are famous, and you can buy expensive Yao Huang Wei Zi on the street, but that young man is really sick, so he must have raised even the most expensive peonies , Now I want to change the taste, and I have to raise the money grass on the street.

After pouring the last bit of water in the pot, the green clam was sweating, and complained to her sister, "We used to serve flowers like jade fairies. When we raised money plants, I was afraid that I would drown in a pot." It, that young master looks very good-looking, but this is too vulgar."

"Don't talk nonsense." Duan Yan said, "The master's family just hasn't raised it before, let's see what's new."

Qingfu murmured, "If he has never raised money grass, then he has never raised money snake and money mouse. Why didn't he catch one to raise?"

I was just complaining about this, but who knew that there was actually someone laughing behind me, "You reminded me, I'll catch one to play some other day."

The gate of the house is closed, no one else can come in, Duan Yan and Qing Chi turned their heads sharply, and saw Ye Zhuo sitting on the wall with his legs crossed, he picked a wild orange from a wild tree and was eating the peel.

Duan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "Master, why are you climbing the wall again?"

Wen Xing was determined not to ask Ye Zhuo to participate, he took Ye Zhu into the city, went straight to the local spiritual officer to find out the situation, and disappeared in a few blinks, completely ignoring the eager eyes behind him.Ye Zhuo winked at the blind man, and the tried-and-true pretending to be weak and pitiful officially declared a failure. The fairy who was dumped by the cheap apprentice could only hug Wen Mang, and went back to the little place he hadn't had time to tidy up miserably. courtyard.

He happened to buy the two sisters Qinghe and Duanyan. He originally went to the local Jubao store to buy a Duanyan that he had been looking forward to for many days, but seeing the two girls crying pitifully, he just bought it.Because she had no money to buy inkstones, I simply named one of them Duanyan and the other Qinghe, to imply arty determination and the miserable situation of having no money.

Seeing them, Ye Zhuo looked at the pleasingly growing money grass in the yard again with satisfaction, and asked the girls, "Have you sent my things from Jiangchuan? Where are the commonly used items in the study?"

Duan Yan said, "It's all packed for the master. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all in the study."

Ye Zhuo thanked her, turned around and walked to the study, touched the air in his chest by the way, and said briskly, "Wen Mang, the new body I found for you is here."

Leaving the spirit stone on the hilt of the sword, Ta Ling shrank into a ball of air aggrieved.

Wen Mang was a little hesitant, "You really have a spiritual thing on you?"

Ye Zhuo said, "Of course, you don't believe me?"

Wen Mang twitched the corner of his mouth, "I don't believe it."

It's no wonder he was hesitant. Spiritual objects are rare to come by, and Wen Mang, a fully concrete artifact spirit, has particularly high spiritual requirements for possessed objects.It took Wen Xing 20 years to use that sword, and with his cultivation at the first level of Shen Xuan, the spirituality he cultivated could barely accommodate Wen Mang.Ye Zhuo, a former immortal mortal, wished he could throw away one piece of Lingshi in the past, but now he is forced to jump off the building when he is robbed and asked for ten yuan.

——If Xianjun used to be a colorful phoenix among the piles of gold and jade, then in Wen Mang's eyes, he is pitifully like a dog's tail grass fluttering in the wind.

Ye Zhuo brazenly said, "Hey, it wasn't that I couldn't get out ten spirit stones at that time, it wasn't that, it wasn't that I was far-sighted and just wanted to abduct and sell...won't I befriend the elder Xuesong in Xiaquan."

Wen Mang rolled his eyes neatly.

They walked to the door of the study room and opened the door. The house was in disrepair for a long time, and the sound of opening the door sounded like a bellows. Fortunately, Duan Mo Qingcha worked hard and wiped off the dust, so that these mortal things did not pour warmth face.

Taling sighed lazily

Ye Zhuo comforted him, "Be safe and don't be impatient, look at the desk, it's on it."

Ye Zhuo once said that he has a small family fortune in the world, and he can be regarded as a small fortune.But in fact, if you don't look at the dilapidated house outside, just look at this desk, he is already very rich.Inkstone and pen holders are all high-quality goods, not to mention, a mule of yellowed old ancient books on his desk is priceless, but if you look closely, there are not only menus and recipes for strange novels, but also two Fengyue storybooks, all in all, None of them are serious books.

——Anyway, Xianjun is not a serious person.

Wen Mang said with disgust, "This inkstone is too young and lacks spirituality. The ink stick is dark ink, but I don't know who the former owner is, and the breath is too mottled. And that pen..."

He disgusted the items on the table one by one, and stopped suddenly when his eyes touched the corner of the table.

Ye Ju pushed him, "This spiritual power is pretty good."

It was actually a palm-sized cloth tiger with red and yellow main colors and white stripes.

Wen Mang stared blankly at the tiger. The doll didn't know what the outer fabric was, and it actually had some fluffy touch, but it was made a bit flat. Compared with a tiger, it looked more like a tearful and pitiful milk dog .

Wen Mang was speechless, "Xianjun, you are really powerful beyond imagination... How did you come up with this thing?"

"When I was just learning talismans, a child gave them to me." Ye Zhuo tapped the tip of the tiger's nose, and said, "She was born with a closed spiritual orifice, and I opened it with a talisman, but no one taught her when the spiritual orifice was opened. Stupid and silly, the girl couldn't go to private school, so I taught her to write two characters. Her mother is a good girl, and when I left, she forced it to me and said it was for my children to play with. I don't have children, so I just Put it on the table, and use it when you draw tired talismans. Over time, it actually got some spiritual energy."

This also makes sense, the talisman originally attracts the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth, and it is also possible to raise spiritual things.

Wen Mang and Tiger looked at each other with dull and tearful eyes, a little bit broken, "Then why not a pen? What about your pen for drawing symbols?"

Ye Zhuao said, "When a pen is used to cultivate its spirit, the tip of the pen has long been worn out." He has a lake pen on the table, "Well, that one has only been used for two months."

In all honesty, this should be a very expensive Hu pen, using the best Langhao, but the soft bristles on the nib are very forked, and a good nib abruptly shows the effect of the center point. Compared with writing, Ta Ling I even believe that this thing may be used by Xianjun to build walls,

Wen Mang put on a face, "...Xianjun, you are really bohemian, and you have always loved wild grass. The strength of this pen is almost as strong as paper. Judging by the wear and tear of this pen tip, this level, I really can't match it in my life. .”

"Thanks for the prize." Ye Zhuo chuckled, stuffed Wen Mang into the tiger, and said cruelly, "You have no choice, go in quickly."

Wen Mang dared not speak out, but finally entered in a desperate manner. He was originally a pagoda, but later he became a man.It was the first time to enter the body of a four-legged animal. With one step, it rolled into a round ball on the table.

Ye Zhuo picked him up, and was about to step out the door when he suddenly saw two sisters standing beside him, as if they were waiting for him, and the green clam was poking at the pillars in the corridor to probe his head.Of the two sisters, the younger one is more lively and is not afraid of him.

The two sisters are obviously not talkative people, seeing him hugging a dog for no reason, they didn't say much.

Ye Zhuo waved them over, "Is there something wrong?"

Duan Yan hesitated for a moment, "Master, we both feel that the feng shui of the house is not good, so we want to invite a statue to guard it."

This is the current fashion in Jingcheng. Go to the Xianmen Sect and ask for a statue to put in the house, saying that it can reverse Fengshui.In fact, Ye Zhuo, who has been a god before, can't understand it better. When worshiping the gods, his own luck and the luck of the gods interact with each other. It's just an instant, so many people feel that they are very happy when they worship, and disasters come flying as soon as they leave the temple gate.

But mortals have their own beliefs, such things as spending money to buy peace of mind, he has no intention of dissuading the enthusiasm of the two girls, and said, "Okay, I will give you some money later, go and ask, but what makes you think this Feng Shui is not good ?”

Even the mansion chosen by the immortal monarch, who has fallen into immortality, will not have bad feng shui.After all, no matter how impoverished Feng Shui is, if there is a fairy himself as the town, it will become a first-class paradise in the world. This has nothing to do with the cultivation level, it is purely the only respect of heaven for the very few people who have aspired to the top of the road in the past and present. That's all.

Duan Yan said, "Master, don't talk, just listen."

Ye Zhuo listened quietly, there was a faint sound of drum music around him, the sound was very faint and intermittent, making the listener very uncomfortable.

He said, "Sorrow and joy?"

Qingfu grimaced, "This is already the third one nearby. Sister Zhang Xuan also said that Feng Shui in Jingcheng as a whole is not good this year. Not only did many children die from illnesses, but the qualifications of the children are also not good. She couldn't pick out a few of them. A little fairy who is suitable for cultivating immortals."

Zhang Xuan is Jingcheng's Lingguan, who is also responsible for registering children's aptitudes for the major sects to select disciples.Although Jingcheng is not big, a dozen children with fairy roots can still be picked out. If there are only a few this year, it will be really bleak.

Ye Zhu vaguely felt that something was wrong, "The third family, the children of the three families around us all died? How old are they?"

Duan Yan and Qing He looked at each other in dismay, Duan Yan hesitated and said, "The first two are both ten years old, and this young lady from Song Sizhu's family has just turned nine years old."

Ye Zhu didn't even know that there was a boss living next to him.

Xianjun himself has never been wronged in terms of basic necessities of life.He was originally the young son of a wealthy family, but later his journey to immortality was open. He has always been a spendthrift, and he only cares about the quality of things, not the price.Although the mansion he bought has been unoccupied for a long time, the price is not cheap, and the location is good. It is less than two streets away from the residence of Secretary Jingcheng, so if others set up a mourning hall for business, they can still hear The mourning sounded.

The position of the head of the department can be said to be big or small.The emperor in the other world appoints officials to be in charge of affairs in various places. The big places are called the city lords, such as the Jiangchuan city lord next to them, and the small places are called the sizhu.

This chief, it sounds like he holds the power of a city, very majestic, but in remote areas, it is okay, Jingcheng is backed by Mount Yi, and above the head is the Longboat Crossing the Moon Pavilion. Nowadays, there are more and more people cultivating immortals. Although the monks pay attention to the cause and effect of not getting involved in the world of mortals, and the various sects also restrict their disciples from interfering in mortal affairs, but the master still has to rely on a long boat to cross the moon in various actions.And most of the good seedlings in Jingcheng who cultivated immortality were absorbed by Changzhou Duyue.

Ye Zhuo asked, "Are all the children who died nine or ten years old?"

The two sisters looked at each other and said, "Exactly."

Wen Mang rubbed his chin, "Xianjun, the sect selects disciples, usually when children are nine to ten years old."

At this time, the physical development is almost the same, and it is just right for cultivating immortals.If we talk about the epidemic, younger children are more likely to have accidents, and now the younger ones have not heard of any accidents, and one or two died at this time, which is really weird.

Ye Zhuo pondered for a moment, then suddenly ordered Duan Yan to say, "Go get me a snow-white Taoist robe, and get some money."

Wen Mang asked, "A snow-white Taoist robe?"

Ye Zhuo lowered his head and straightened his clothes, "I don't know what's going on, but something happened to my neighbor's house, so I always have to go to the funeral first."

Wen Mang said, "What do you think you can see if you go to the owner's house and walk around?"

Ye Zhuo said, "Maybe?"

He already had a lot of Taoist robes, so Duanyan took an outer cover, and while untiing his belt, he asked, "My master is going to the funeral? There are many rules in Master Ye Si's mansion. You don't have an invitation card, so I'm afraid you won't be able to get in."

Ye Jue took the clothes and quickly put them on, "just get in." Without raising his head, he quickly adjusted his clothes. Ye Juo was originally born in a very good condition, with an extremely noble face. He usually wears purple clothes and jade belts. Jinyin brought out a trace of wind and dust, but at this time she was dressed in white, like a fairy who had fallen from the sky.

He looked at the mirror in the distance, "Does he look like a little fairy?"

Qing Fu asked Ye Zhuo, pursing his lips, "How does the immortal plan to get in?"

Ye Zhuo rolled up his sleeves, and said with a smile, "The Immortal is going to jump to the great god."

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The transition chapter might be a bit boring