Advise Qingshan

Wen Xing was stunned for a while, then finally came to his senses, and said, "I... don't bother, I'm bigu."

Ye Zhuo pretended to be sad, and teased, "That's not what you said when you were unhappy before, but now I want to have breakfast, and you don't come to help me?"

Elder Wen was thin-skinned, so he couldn't restrain Ye Zhuo, so he was dragged into the kitchen half-coaxed and half-persuaded.

But to help, Wen Xingwen can't cook fire or chop vegetables, he can only watch Ye Zhuo's set of movements of lifting the pot and boiling water smoothly, as smoothly as a grandfather at the entrance of the village doing Tai Chi, so he can only stand behind him, he watched for a long time, I couldn't find anything I could do, so I could only pinch my sleeves a little bit awkwardly, "Ye Daoyou, I should..."

Ye Zhuo shrugged, "Elder, you don't have to call me fellow daoist, that's for seniors, for me, just call me by my first name."

——He completely forgot that Immortal Lord Chongning was already over three thousand years old, and whoever he mentioned would be an old senior.

Wen Xing didn't change his words, and Ye Zhu didn't care, he just said, "I don't want you to do other things." He turned around and stuffed an orange, and continued to work in his hand, "Why don't you eat it first, and help me see if it's sweet or not."

In fact, Ye Jue didn't mean anything else, but he was so blocked that he had to hang Wen Xing under his nose, even if he didn't do anything and stood there, he would feel more at ease.So I passed an orange over and ignored him, touched two firewood directly, and took time out of his busy schedule to talk to Wen Xing, "Is it sweet? The wild oranges I picked on the way last night are so bright in color, they should be tasty."

Wen Xing was silent for a while, he seemed a little hesitant, Ye Zhuo waited with his ears up for a while, before he heard him ask very softly, "How do you eat this?"

The tone was really too light, as if he himself realized that this was an inappropriate common-sense question that ordinary people would not ask.

Ye Zhuo paused as he wiped the pot.

"Oh." He turned around with a natural expression and looked at Wen Xing holding the orange. Elder Wen didn't seem to know how to hold it properly. He was holding the orange as if he was holding some kind of fragile treasure. Ye Zhu took it from Wen Xing. Xing took it out in his hand, cut it into eight pieces with a kitchen knife, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was too busy, I forgot to cut it."

Then he put them on the plate, took out a small piece, slowly peeled it off and put it in his mouth, "I'll try it first, ah, it's still quite sweet, the elder will try it too."

Then he casually placed the plate on the table next to him, turned around and pretended to concentrate on cooking. Sure enough, after a while, Wen Xing slowly picked up a small piece of orange.

They stayed quietly for a while, and Ye Zhuo casually said, "How long has the elder been Bigu?"

This time Wen Xing quickly answered "14 years."

Ye Zhuo calculated that it happened to be the first year when he was selected as the sword guard of Xianjun.

Thinking about Lai Wenxing worshiping Xiaquan when he was young, although Xiaquan would not treat his disciples harshly, his diet was very light, as long as he didn't starve to death, he really didn't have the patience to give his disciples some fruit and snacks.

But watching him silently observe Ye Zhuo peeling crabs in Jiangchuan, he obviously likes it.

The two were speechless for a moment, and a while later, Ye Zhuo cooked a bowl of millet, simmered it for a while, poured a spoonful of soup made from bamboo shoot juice, and brought it to Wen Xing, seeing Wen Xing as if he was about to refuse, Ye Zhuo Suddenly blessed to the heart, he said suddenly, "Elder, don't refuse, do you feel that I am trying to curry favor with you?"

After Wen Xing paused for a while, Ye Zhu stuffed the spoon into his hand, Wen Xing could only hold the spoon with both hands, and raised his head in doubt, "Why do you want to curry favor with me?"

Ye Zhuo came up out of nowhere and said, "Elder, it's like this. I have admired Xiaquan since I was a child, but unfortunately, uh, ah, it's a pity that the talent is too rubbish. The rubbish is so angry that everyone in life, Xiaquan won't accept me."

He blinked and said with a smile, "Elder, why don't you take a look, how about you being my master and teaching me how to learn swords?"

If Ta Ling is here, I am afraid that Ye Zhuo's words will scare him into sleepwalking.

The majestic Immortal Chongning, as the only monk in history to prove the Tao with a sword, the rumored Sword Lord of the Eternal Lingxiao, actually said that his talent is poor, so the tens of millions of monks in the world today may die suddenly on the spot.What's even more frightening is that now the sword master is looking at his nominal disciple with sincere eyes, not only has he demoted himself two generations, but he also said that he wants to learn swords from his nominal disciple?

Just as Ye Zhu finished saying this, Wen Xing raised his head in surprise. He seemed a little puzzled, but he didn't immediately refuse. After a while, he said firmly, "No."

Ye Zhuo wondered, "We've gotten along pretty well these days, why not?"

Wen Xing frowned, "You really don't know?"

Ye Zhuo smiled and said, "I really don't know, please enlighten me, elder."

Wen Xing looked at him, opened his mouth to say something, he rarely showed two points of anger, and said in a slightly anxious tone, "Do you know what magic cultivation is and what luck sharing is? You want to learn swords, there are so many schools in the world, What do you want me to do again?"

Ye Zhuo just laughed, "Yes, there are so many sword cultivators in the world, but none of them are as useful as you, apprentice, of course I want to find the most powerful."

He stood up and added, "Besides, I don't think it has much to do with demons or not. At most, it will have a little influence. Otherwise, there are so many demon cultivators in Beihuang, and all the disciples of a sect master are demon cultivators. I haven't seen them being struck to death by lightning." ah."

The place to eat was a small wooden table. As soon as Ye Zhuo stood up and leaned slightly to this side, the distance between the two of them suddenly became a little annoying.

Wen Xing turned his face to the side and widened the distance from Ye Zhuo a little bit. After a while, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he got up from the stool hastily, took a few steps back, and reprimanded, "Nonsense!" language……"

It seemed that the distance back was far enough, Wen Xing gradually regained his cool expression, he lowered his eyes, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, do you know how much influence this luck has? Today, how many people are going smoothly?"

Ye Zhuo said, "How many righteous monks can go smoothly? I think the elders are upright, and I don't see how much the way of heaven is partial to. What's more, I am born to be rich and honored. There has always been a lot of luck, and I have become masters and apprentices, so I will share a little bit with the elders, isn't it just right?"

Wen Xing turned his face and glanced at him, his two long eyebrows were deeply intertwined, and after a while, he turned his face away and said, "Let's even it out...you're talking nonsense again, how can luck be evened out?" of."

Ye Zhuo laughed, "Since you believe that luck will not be evened out, why don't you believe that you will not be able to drag me down?"

Seeing that Wen Xing was slightly loose, he put one leg on the table, moved his face closer to Wen Xing's direction, and said, "Hey Elder, let me tell the truth, I really want to worship under the sword cultivator, Elder I only know that, my talent is just like that, you may be my only chance, just think about it."

Thinking about Wen Xing's short life, the monks he came into contact with were all indifferent and cold people. I have never seen such a cheeky and talented Ye Zhuo. He was silent for a while, but was still defeated, and only said, " Learn as you go, you don’t need the title of master and apprentice.”

Ye Zhuo put his legs down, and said with a smile, "You can't be called a master, the teacher is the head office, right? I heard that during the imperial examinations, the first class of Jinshi calls the examiner the teacher, and when the school starts, the hundreds of disciples below call the lecturer." They are all called teachers, so you don’t have to worry about cause and effect, right?”

Wen Xing turned around, his back was stiff and straight, his tone was a little unnatural, and he walked straight out, saying "It's up to you."

After they had eaten a round here, it was getting late.Shi Yiqing also arranged his clothes, left enough food for Zezhi, and told him not to run around, and planned to take Ye Zhuo and the others to Jiangchuan to have a look.

On a flat place, Wen Xing sacrificed the flying sword, and the sword that had been used as a firestick and paring knife by Ye Jue finally returned to its proper position.

The mountain range was not far away from Jiangchuan before, and the flying sword was even faster. Ye Zhuo closed his eyes and rested for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the sky above Jiangchuan. He looked down and heard the message from Ta Ling. Yin, Wen Mang huddled in his arms and looked down, "Jiangchuan's luck is much better than Jingcheng's."

Ye Zhuao said, "After all, it is the largest city in the world, even if a few people make trouble, it is not so easy to affect the luck."

Ta Ling said, "Yes, the population here is several times that of Jingcheng."

Looking down from the flying sword, Jiangchuan City has smooth waterways, endless business trips, and is particularly prosperous.Three rivers, Mingshui, Luochuan, and Hanjiang, converge here to divide the land into three equal parts. The three rivers have different widths. The northernmost Mingshui is especially thin, followed by Luochuan in the middle, and the Hanjiang River in the south happens to be here. There is a small protrusion protruding from the center, which is the widest, looking down from the sky, like three strings side by side.

Ye Zhuo likes this rich city very much. He once lived in Jiangchuan for a long time, walked through many streets and alleys, and is very familiar with the style of this city.

He half-closed his eyes, and there were people coming and going almost everywhere underneath.But suddenly I saw a lot of people, these people were wearing festive clothes, the government ordered the folks not to use Zhenghong, the girls wore peach red and bright purple, the men all wore Confucian scholar crowns, and looked at Wu Ya from above. A piece of pressure, all go to the west of the city.

"Hmm..." Ye Zhuo held his chin, turned his head and asked Shi Yiqing, "Is this the birthday of Empress Yishan and Guangyu Yuanjun?"

The customs of worshiping gods are different in every place in the human world. For example, people in Jingcheng don't even know that there is such a person as Guangyu Yuanjun, they only recognize Yishan Niangniang.The people in Jiangchuan had a closer relationship with Changzhou Duyue Pavilion, and they knew Guangyu Yuanjun, but they didn't know that he and Yishan Niangniang were actually the same person.

I don’t know if it’s because the people here have a lot of associations. In their minds, the Yishan Empress is dignified and beautiful. Although Guangyu Yuanjun is not familiar with him, judging by the appearance of the elders in the Changzhou Duyue Pavilion, he must be as beautiful as a crown jade Young man, Jun's unmarried daughter is not married, so she simply put them together as a couple, not only let Yuan Jun marry him, but also hold a lively and lively wedding every year.

So the people in Jiangchuan created their own festival, celebrating Yuanjun's birthday and wedding together. Changzhou Duyue Pavilion didn't say much about it, but every year, little immortals who were not attentive in their cultivation slipped down and mixed into the crowd to join in the fun.

Shi Yi Qing said, "That's right." He took a look, "Looking at the posture, some opera singers have already entered the Wendao stage."

The people in Jiangchuan are very lively. Every festival, it is inevitable that dozens of opera troupes will walk the streets and alleys beating gongs and drums. At this time, people spend a lot of money, and the troupes get extra rewards.However, Yuan Jun’s birthday is considered a big day, and there are still unwritten rules among troupes. They start singing from the gates of Jiangchuan, and they sing as they go. Daotai will be the leader of more than a dozen teams next year.

Wen Xing flew to the direction Shi Yiqing pointed at. He was speechless all the way, but when he heard them talking about the Wendao Terrace, he suddenly said, "But the Wendao Terrace where Guangyu Yuanjun played the piano and painted?"

Shi Yi smiled and said, "That's right, it was all built by later generations, and the real Wendao platform has long since disappeared."

He climbed down from the flying sword with weak legs and feet, straightened his appearance, and said with a smile, "It's a rare opportunity. Do the two Taoist priests want to go to the birthday party? I haven't been doing anything for a long time, so I'll go and ask the familiar Lingguan, see." Let's see if we can sort out the list of children who have fairy bones over the years."

Of course Ye Zhu agreed, he wanted to take Wen Xing around for a while, so he bid farewell to Shi Yiqing and dragged Wen Xing to the Wendao Terrace.