Advise Qingshan

As the most important mountain range in the central part, Yishan is steep and towering, crossing many rivers, perhaps because of the perennial erosion of flowing water, there are many natural caves on the mountainside.Ye Jue has a mortal body now, and has been neglecting exercise all year round, so even though he really doesn't want to admit it and tries to use spells to cover up the facts, one thing he can't deny is that his waist is about to break.

So this cave can be said to be very timely.

He hugged a bundle of rain-covered thatch, lit the fire to dry it, and Ye Zhuo put Wen Xing on the grass. He really wanted to see how the cheap apprentice was doing, but given his current situation, he couldn't even move the spiritual power in his body If he couldn't do it, let alone investigate, he could only clap his hands and call Wen Mang over.

Wen Mang stretched out his short, furry hands to rest on Wen Xing's, his expression gradually serious.

Ye Zhuo knelt down beside him, "How to cure it?"

Wen Mang withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and came up with a negation, "I don't know, I can't see it."

Seeing that Ye Chuo was about to scold him, Wen Mang quickly jumped away and added, "Stop, stop, although I don't know what's going on, but I can still see something, I don't think this is the first time he gone."

"What's not the first time?" Ye Juan sat down halfway, "Can you make it clearer?"

"I mean, the problem with his meridians is most likely due to Chen's injury, that is, every time he uses his spiritual power, this kind of situation will appear, the only difference is whether it is serious or not."

Wen Mang said, "Actually, as a senior, I advise him not to use his spiritual power recklessly - not only not to fight with others, it is best not to cultivate, just throw away the sword, quit the world of cultivating immortals, and go to the world to be a mortal. This is the best way." A good destination, otherwise the accumulation will accumulate over time, and new injuries will pile up with old injuries, and sooner or later the accumulation will be difficult to return, and there will be no way to return to heaven.”

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and closed his mouth embarrassingly.

——Isn't the one in front of him just a sword cultivator who threw away his sword and fell to the world?

Ordinary people long to live forever and become immortals. Even though they have been told that there is no immortal bone, many people still spend their lives chasing after the elusive opportunity.Every year when new disciples start, there are people on the mountain path of Xiaquan Palace who can't afford to kneel down, trying in vain to get the sympathy of that fairy elder.It's still like this for people who haven't stepped into the fairyland, how cruel it is to ask a sword cultivator who has already stepped onto the stage to look at the fairy, and is only one step away from the aspirational way, to seal his sword from now on.

Ye Zhu's expression was indifferent, and he almost didn't respond. He just shook his head, "You are not a sword cultivator, if not... In short, the possibility of him sealing the sword is too low. Is the situation really so serious?"

Wen Mang had no choice but to follow him and said, "I'm afraid it will be more serious. If you are still at the peak... Cough, the main reason is that I am not good at this, and I can't see the situation. Of course there is no way. Now you can only wait and wait." When he woke up, he made indirect remarks, asked what happened, and then saw if there was room for change."

Wen Mang has always spoken steadily, he only said that there is room for change, so the hope may be quite slim.

Ye Zhuo sighed again.

In front of Wen Xing's eyes was a black that was too thick to melt.

It's like the long night of the ages condensed together, forever frozen in this ancient black tower - unusually dignified, sluggish, it's obviously flowing air, but it's like thick gelatin, a little careless , the whole person must be involved.

He turned his back, there was a thin light, someone showed a vague shadow, and then, there was a soft sigh, hazy, Wen Xing seemed to be in a trance, and his hearing was degraded, what did the man say, He couldn't hear a word, only the last sentence was like thunder, the man said, "Forget it, from now on, you will live here."

So Wen Xing bowed his knees and kowtowed, and he heard himself speak clearly, with perfect etiquette, and answered "Yes" in an extremely calm manner.

——Calm as if at this moment, he had rehearsed it thousands of times a long time ago, until now, except for those etiquette rules and regulations, he can no longer move the muscles on his face and make any regulations other expressions.

"Is it my illusion? Why does it seem to be shaking." Ye Ju stretched out his hand, tested the temperature on Wen Xing's head, touched his forehead, and said to himself, "I don't have a fever either."

His fingers were filled with the coolness of the mountains, even though he touched them carefully, Wen Xing still woke up suddenly.

He subconsciously tried to touch the sword next to the pillow, but found nothing. He opened his glued eyelids and saw that Ye Zhu had withdrawn his hand and was sitting beside the fire, using his sword to cut the bamboo tube one by one.

The Yishan area is the Taoist temple of Guangyu Yuanjun. Guangyu is good at calligraphy, and the mountains and forests of Yishan are inevitably tainted with the habits of many literati. There are scattered bamboo forests everywhere, and there is a leisurely landscape in front of their caves. Green, the texture of those bamboos is not ordinary moso bamboo, but Xiangfei Meifei bamboo used by literati to make fans.

Ye Zhuo's hands are very white, and his skin is delicate. He looks pampered and his fingers don't touch the spring water. The appearance of peeling the skin doesn't seem to be doing work, but like someone's son playing with a fine bamboo carving, but he The hand to cut bamboo is very steady, even holding a slender long sword, it is as handy as using a planer.

Seeing Wen Xing woke up, Ye Zhuo raised the sword in his hand, "I didn't find a suitable one, so I chopped some wood with your sword to make a fire, don't you mind?"

He was asking questions, but he didn't wait for Wen Xing's answer. Anyway, the elder was so sick that he couldn't sit up, so he could only lie down and let him rub round and flat, not to mention chopping bamboo, even if Ye Ju carried his sword to kill pigs, Wen Xing can't beat him now.So Ye Zhuo finished asking politely, never mentioning his strange state when he fell asleep, just scooped something from another big bamboo tube, handed it to Wen Xing, and said with a smile:

"Thirsty? Have a drink?"

Wen Xing turned his face sideways, "No need..."

Ye Zhuo didn't listen at all, and just stuffed it into his hand, "It's fine if you don't eat in Jingcheng, can you not eat if you can't use your spiritual power now? If I'm sick, I really can't help it because I have small arms and legs. Carry you to Jiangchuan."

He talked about his small arms and legs, and Wen Xing's eyes naturally fell on the forearm exposed by his rolled up sleeves. Although Xianjun said every day that his hands were powerless, in fact, his muscles were well-proportioned and beautiful. You can see two slightly protruding blood vessels. Looking down, the bone structure of the wrist is clear, and there are still sword calluses on the slender fingertips. It is because he was born too white, like a son who has never been exposed to the sun. It only added two points of gentleness and weakness.

Wen Xing had probably never seen someone so disheveled. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he felt burnt, and lowered his head hastily.

The small bamboo tube he was holding with his head down contained bright yellow soup, with two slices of neatly shaped mushrooms floating there, and a small spoon made of bamboo, which was smooth and round, neatly shaped, and looked like it was made by an expert.

Ye Zhuo changed his sitting position, "Try it, is it light? Fortunately, I brought salt when I came out, otherwise the mushrooms would not be fresh."

I bought this salt when I was stewing mushroom soup in Baiyu. Ye Zhuo has always had the habit of carrying seasonings with him. When he was a fairy king, he liked to run around. Later, when he was free of many mundane tasks, he preferred to mess around in famous mountains and rivers. If you run away, you may encounter some rare treasure in the mountains.Ye Zhuo has always felt that there is no seasoning at this time, and he has failed the good intention of Qingshan's banquet.

——Of course, if there is a spirit in the mountain, if you see what Ye Zhuo is cooking, whether it is kindness or jumping up and scolding your mother, then it is beyond the hands of the fairy.

In fact, if it hadn’t happened suddenly, Xianjun would still bring pots and pans with him when he moved and traveled. Now he can’t be so particular about it. Ye Zhuo still hasn’t changed his habit of forcing his upper body. You also need to find the best bamboo tubes. Ordinary bamboo is still ugly, so you must look for bamboo tubes with clean and delicate lines and bright colors as utensils.

Wen Xing stared at the small turquoise tube for a while, still drooping his eyelashes amid Ye Jue's voice urging him to drink quickly, and picked up the spoon, his movements were a little awkward, presumably even a slight movement would stretch the meridians, or It hurts a bit.

Ye Zhuo filled another tube, and when he saw that he drank it, he looked at Wen Xing with a smile, "Elder, do you still remember what I said in the White Prison? I said that the mushrooms in Yishan are very fresh, and I wanted to treat you to eat the mushrooms in Yishan, but you still scolded me for talking nonsense, but after some twists and turns, you still got it."

He asked, "Is it fresh?"

Wen Xing lowered his eyes.

Ye Zhuo asked, "Is it delicious?"

Wen Xing held the wooden spoon, covered his half-red neck with his neat clothes, turned his head and said nothing.

Ye Zhuo didn't mind, he took another sip, and said to himself, "Mushrooms taste best when they're just picked from the mountain, and you don't need any sauce, otherwise the taste will look stale. Although it's early autumn, But the climate at the foot of the mountain has warmed up, so it’s not easy to eat fresh food, and it’s really a rare treat.”

Wen Xing still didn't answer his words, holding the small bamboo tube in both hands, his eyes were slightly lowered, his eyelashes cast a shadow.

Ye Zhu always disliked him for his taciturnity, and felt that this kind of bored and silent child was troublesome and hard to raise. Although he had a very high level of cultivation, he could easily suffer from favors.After all, they don't know how to be coquettish and don't complain. People who knock out their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs always look more bullying than those who often complain.Since he thought he had the title of a master, he always wanted to correct Wen Xing's bad habit and tried every means to get him to talk more.

So Ye Zhuo had nothing to say, "You cultivators, you probably all have bigu, don't you notice the change of seasons, the changes of seasons?"

When it came to cultivating immortals and seeking the Tao, Wen Xing finally looked him in the eye, and said, "Seeking the Tao does not ask about the cold and heat."

——This is a very standard and standardized one, engraved on the tenth page of Chapter 8 of Chongning Xianjun Biography, no master can pick out the wrong answer.

Of course, the premise is that this master is not Chongning Xianjun himself.

Ye Zhuo said in his heart, "Hey, this unlucky boy, you used what I said to perfuse me again."

So he sighed pretendingly, "The so-called 'spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has moon, summer has cool wind and winter has snow', you are so young, you have no other distractions in cultivating immortals, and you don't want to experience the snow, moon, wind and flowers in the world. I feel a little pity not to meet so many beautiful and interesting people.”

While talking, he threw two handfuls of bamboo into the fire to make the fire burn more vigorously.These bamboos are actually not very good fire materials. The unburnt part outside has been sweated by steaming. It is a good time to steam history. If you pick it up now, you may be able to make two volumes of books.

Xianjun kicked the bamboo that could be prepared as a book into the fire.

Ta Ling looked at Wen Xing, and then at his immortal lord, and was deeply amazed that a mediocre person like Ye Zhuo, who burns zithers and cooks cranes, roasts pheasants and catches birds all over the mountains and plains, has the nerve to bully others. , the elder with the scent of cedar on the bottom of the sleeves said romantic?

Facts have proved that Xianjun is not only able to talk about romance, but also has a talent for finding words without words. After Wen Xing finished this bowl in a small sip, Ye Jue handed him another bowl "No food, drink more!" Let's have some soup."

This time Wen Xing didn't answer, he stood up with difficulty while supporting the stone wall, and refused, "No need."

Ye Zhuo repeated the old trick, "If you don't eat enough, I can't recite your words, so I can only leave you here."

When he spoke, his brows and eyes were curved, and everyone knew it was just a good-natured joke, but Wen Xing froze for a moment, he staggered and took two steps, looked over with a pair of cold eyes, lowered his eyes after a while, and said, "Throw it away." Come on, you... don't worry about me, go down the mountain quickly."

Ye Zhuo didn't react for a while, the hand that scooped up the soup paused, "Huh?"

Wen Xing said lightly, "You have good luck, you must be blessed by heaven, so you don't need to be burdened by me."

When he said this, he was that cold and restrained Elder Cedar who was extremely demanding of etiquette.

Ye Zhuo didn't agree with him, shrugged his shoulders, and continued, "I'm not lucky at all, so I'm not afraid of being dragged down. Well, it used to be pretty good, but now it has fallen all the way, and it has fallen below the bottom."

Seeing that Wen Xing still didn't let go, he changed his mind and said, "I won't rely on you, but I also said something in the White Prison. Hero, since I said it, I have to finish it."

Wen Xing rarely showed two points of doubt, and said, "What?"

Ye Zhuo took Wen Xing's sword and split two more bamboos, and said with a smile, "I said I would treat you to eat wontons. After all, it's a life-saving grace. Well, don't you remember? I mentioned two things when I was in Xiaquan , one is the mushroom from Yishan, which has already been checked, and the other is the wonton from the alley of my house in Jiangchuan.

His tone was very brisk, as if an old friend who had saved his life was reunited, and he must stay at home for dinner.

Wen Xing stared at the ground, where Ye Zhuo's wide-sleeved clothes fell, and the light purple silk was embroidered with a large piece of twig lotus with azure silk thread. After running around for the past few days, many places were torn, revealing the snow-white underclothes.

This kind of thing is only popular among ordinary and wealthy people. The world of cultivating immortals doesn't like this kind of cumbersome pattern. He looked at the hem of the clothes, as if he wanted to stare at a flower, and said "OK" after a while.

Ye Zhu nodded in satisfaction, his eyes suddenly caught the faintly beating brown-yellow object at the entrance of the cave.

"Wild roe deer?" He stood up and said happily, "Could it be that God wants me to add a meal?

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Let’s say I went out with a friend and told her that I was serializing a novel. She said to take a look at it, and after reading it, she said, “I remember your writing was pretty good when you were in high school.” The author thought for a while, this is a horse Didn't you say that my writing skills are poor now, I just lost my friends in an instant!

However, speaking of it, I think it’s actually okay, I quite like it myself? ? ? ... Or is it because I am my own mother that I don't feel bad?