Advise Qingshan

"The White Prison is immortal for ten thousand years. Since the Duan Inkstone is a relic of Yuan Jun, will it collapse so easily?"

Wen Mang thought for a while, and said, "It's hard to say. If there is a spirit in the Wendao Terrace, it will be something from the fairy family, and it will definitely not collapse. If not, it will collapse in two or three thousand years."

Ye Zhuao said, "Guangyu Yuanjun is not me, he is a scribe, and the official history records that he is good at poetry, calligraphy, piano and painting. For this kind of person who often deals with brush and ink, his inkstone can't grow a soul?"

He paused, and then said, "Besides, I don't care about everything, remember to leave you for Xiaquan, and he won't leave anything for Changzhou Duyue Pavilion?"

Hearing this, Wen Mang frowned, and immediately said, "Then what do you mean, Xianjun?"

Ye Zhuao said, "I don't know Ji Guangyu, so what other meanings can there be?" He sneered, "Maybe I change the brush every day, and he changes the inkstone every day, so he can't raise his spirit?"

Ta Ling said, "That's a ghost. You change your pen every day because your writing is bald. He can't grind the ink every day to wear out the inkstone, right? Is it grinding the ink or the knife?"

While they were talking, Ye Zhuo had packed up the tea set and stepped into the threshold of the hall.

Speaking of which, he didn't live in Jingcheng for a long time. Although Jiangchuan's yard was not taken care of, it didn't look depressed, but it was a bit too prosperous.Ye Zhuo has always had an indulgent attitude towards the plants in the yard. Now, after just half a month, the vines of the grapes are almost spreading from the climbing frame to the ground. Its feet pulled a small clump of leaves from the place stuck in the door of the living room, and carried the tea set into the main hall.

Wen Xing didn't sit down, but was a little cramped, looking at the northwest corner of the living room, wondering what he was thinking.

Ye Zhuo followed his gaze to the side, and saw the big bed in the living room.

It was a large bed made of mother-of-pearl carved from old lacquered rosewood, with Suzhou embroidered curtains hanging down. It was larger than an ordinary double bed, enough for several people to roll on it.

This bed ostentatiously occupied the very center of the living room, squeezing all the tables and chairs that should be placed in the living room to the side. If Wen Xing wanted to find a place to sit here, he could only sit on his bed.

Ye Zhuo rubbed his nose, couldn't clean up the tables, chairs and benches for a while, so he pointed to the bed and said with a smile, "Don't worry, this is where I sleep, not someone else's boudoir. It's okay for you to sit down."

Wen Xing took two steps back, turned his back and said, "This is unreasonable."

Ye Zhuo then laughed, "Hey elder, we are so familiar that we have slept on a single mat, so we can be regarded as acquaintances. You can sit and lie down on my bed as you like, I won't mind."

Ye Zhuo really doesn't mind, Wen Xing is now his apprentice and teacher, and they are both men, they have recited their backs, there is no reason why they can't sit on each other's bed, he feels that the two of them have been together for a long time, and they are both tired from walking Now, it's time to take a break, but Wen Xing was half-turned on his side, but now he has turned his back completely on his back, and walked two quick steps, and was about to leave the room, and reprimanded him, "Don't talk nonsense again. "

Ye Zhu was inexplicable, "Why is this nonsense?"

Seeing Wen walking in a hurry, he felt that this apprentice was indeed very interesting, and he was always cautious in some strange places.However, the more Wen Xing behaved like this, the more Ye Zhu felt that he was teasing the younger generation, and the more he wanted to say something weird to test Wen Xing's reaction, so he got up from the bed, leaned on the bedpost, and smiled at Wen Xing:

"Teacher, I see how you reprimand everyone with nonsense, but I am no longer an ordinary person. As your only disciple now, in order to make me feel that the teacher values ​​me, I want to treat you differently. What do you think."

Wen Xing didn't come out for a while, so he followed his words and asked, "What?"

When Ye Zhu thought of what he was going to say next, he felt internally hurt, but his face was still serious, and he even pretended to be contemplative, "For example, when the teacher wants to scold me, can you change the word instead of talking nonsense?" How about scolding me for 'nonsense'?"

Wen Xing was stunned on the spot.

Nonsense can be said to anyone, but the word nonsense contains too much intimacy, and it also carries a trace of tolerance and pampering, which is more like helplessness than reprimand.

Wen Xing seemed to be angry with him, his fingers were curled up, his veins were bulging, and he couldn't speak for a while.After a while, he waved his sleeves, held his breath, and said "nonsense... nonsense."

Ye Zhu never thought that Wen Xing would really change his words, and he couldn't answer for a while. After a while, he replied, "Okay, then I won't make trouble."

——It really seems to be humbly admitting a mistake.

Wen Xing waited for a long time, but he didn't expect him to answer this. His hand on the door froze, and then he yanked the knocker, almost rushing out of the door. Where Ye Zhu couldn't see, half of his ears were red.

Ye Ju was afraid that this topic would get farther and farther away, and the two of them would be embarrassed in the end, so he straightened up, put the topic aside, and explained to him

"Don't get me wrong, it's not that I have a habit of sleeping in the hall, it's just that the two maids in my family were timid. One day a thief broke into the house. Although I bravely subdued him and reported to the police, they were still scared. In order not to make them sleepless in the middle of the night, I just moved to the living room to sleep."

The yard of Ye Zhuo’s house is quite large, with flowers and plants planted in the yard, but there are not many houses. The hall is connected to the back rooms, which are a bit like a small courtyard. They are the kitchen utility room, the master bedroom and the side bedroom. This bed is there.

Wen Xing stopped his legs when he went out, grasped a strange point, and said, "Have you ever been robbed?"

Ye Zhuo sat on the side and replied casually, "Yeah, thieves like me quite a lot, and you know that I look richer."

Wen Xingdao, "Wealth is not revealed."

Ye Zhuao said, "It's not too much exposure, and the number of times I have been thieves is not too many, it's just one time."

Wen Xing looked back at him, and resumed his indifferent tone, "During the scuffle, was there any injury?"

——At this moment, he has become like a teacher.

"?" Ye Zhuo recalled for a moment, and said, "He couldn't beat me, he just hit me, and his forehead was blackened."

Wen Xing glanced at him, and suddenly turned back. At this time, the blush on his face had faded away. He looked down at Ye Zhu who was sitting, as if he was looking at Ye Zhu's forehead. Unable to tell, he was secretly relieved at the moment, restrained his expression, and said slowly, "Come here, I will teach you how to learn the sword."

Ye Zhuo "?"

Wen Xing pretended that he didn't hear clearly, and repeated, "Don't you want to learn sword? Come here, I'll teach you."

Ye Zhuo stared at Wen Xing's face, turned his head slowly for a moment, and finally realized what he was talking about, and couldn't help crying in his heart.

——"This is still not enough."

Hundreds of years after Chongning Xianjun, who is the number one swordsman in the world, fell into immortality, the process of holding a sword again was horrible.

He who once had the power of a sword and made the world submit, now holds Wen Xing's sword, with an unnatural expression on his face.

He made two random gestures, and commented, "I think the fire stick in the kitchen, maybe it's easier for me to use."

This is not to say that Wen Xing's sword is not easy to use, but although this sword has not cultivated a sword spirit, it already has three points of spirituality.Ye Zhuo used it as a machete and a firestick before, and the spirit sword he provoked had a very bad impression on him. In Ye Zhuo's hands, he lay dead directly and refused to cooperate. Ye Zhuo waved it, and the feeling was not as good Wield a thick coffin board.

So Ye Zhuo shook it, and Ta Ling gave a pertinent evaluation, "Xianjun, what are you doing, don't say you practice swords, I thought you were dancing dragons."

Ye Zhuo's veins twitched violently, "Shut up."

Coffin boards are only suitable for covering coffins. Of course, Wen Xing couldn't let his disciples hold the coffin boards to learn swords, so he had to put the sword back into its sheath, "Forget it, I'll make one for you another day."

It's just that he said this sentence unintentionally, but Ye Jue suddenly remembered something.

Although the sword cultivators in Xiaquan do not have the tradition of saying that the sword is with the people and the sword destroys the people, they still attach great importance to the sword.The disciples start with a broken sword that is not very good. After leaving the master, the master casts a good sword and presents it to the disciples, engraved with the sword inscription representing hope.

Although all the monks in Xiaquan Palace come from the same source, they are also divided into schools. Each school has different methods of casting swords. Out of the master of sword repair.Therefore, this way of presenting the sword actually symbolizes a kind of master-apprentice inheritance.

However, Wen Xing's master, the legendary swordsmith Chongning Xianjun, was pretending to be a disciple, so of course there was no way to forge him a sword.

Ye Zhuo recalled this incident, he couldn't help touching his chin, and thought, "Now I can't make swords with my cultivation level. Is there any sword that I have lost in the past, and it has no owner?"

Thinking about it this way, it really reminded him of it.

In the Immortal Palace above the East China Sea, there is a sword he forged in his early years, named Changsui, but he already had countless human beings before, and this sword was forged from countless leftover materials in the human world.

It is made of the same material as countless others in the world. Changsui is actually a very strong sword. At least when Ye Zhuo cast it, there were no more swords in the world than Changsui. However, at that time, Xianjun had no apprentices. After it was cast, no one could give it away, so it was left in the palace and left alone.

Although he remembered the sword, Ye Zhu had no way to get it. There are countless treasures in the Immortal Palace, and many people stare at it without mentioning it. The restrictions in the Immortal Palace are also quite complicated.Although these restrictions were imposed by Ye Zhuo himself, he has no cultivation at the moment, and it is still quite difficult to deal with them. After thinking about it, he put this matter aside.

At this moment, Wen Xing asked him, "What kind of sword do you want?"

Ye Jue didn't pick at all, "You can just hit it casually, I'm not born to practice, it's just self-defense, and it's a waste to use a good sword."

What he said was reasonable, but Wen Xing shook his head, "No."

Ye Zhuo said, "Why not?"

Wen Xing turned to look at him, his pupils were amber-like light brown in the sunlight, and his expression was very serious, "Give it to the first disciple, there is no reason to give it casually."

Ye Zhuo blinked and suddenly understood.

I heard that children who have been abused in the world will be divided into two types after they become parents. , and the other, what is lacking will be desperately made up for by the younger generation, wishing to get everything back, like two extremes.

Wen Xing is obviously the second type.

So Ye Zhuo blindly worshiped a teacher, he didn't even offer tea and kneel down, but he just mentioned verbally that Wen Xing really planned to fulfill his obligations seriously, as if he could save himself who was miserable back then.

Ye Zhuo sighed, and said to himself, "The first disciple doesn't have any reason to give it casually... God pity, you are also brought by the teacher, the first disciple."

The first one, who was supposed to be a white horse with silver saddle, was a young man wantonly, and when he looked back on the downtown long street, he recruited all the red-sleeves in the building, the first disciple in the spring.