Advise Qingshan

After all, Immortal Chongning's physique is different from ordinary people. He didn't sleep half the night, and fell into a light sleep for half an hour in the morning. When the sky brightened, he was completely awake.

After washing up, he went downstairs by groping the stairs. Wen Xing was sitting by the window, with his sword flat on the table, staring at the heavy rain outside. When Ye Zhu was not around, he was that lonely Xiaquan Elder is old.

But Ye Zhuo has learned to see the essence through the phenomenon. He looks at Wen Xing, just like looking at the few hills with the remaining veins of the spring in spring. On this day, when the mountains melt in spring and the slopes are full of orchid buds, it will be the most gentle April season in the world.

Ye Zhuo looked at him, walked over, and came up with another crooked poem, saying that the Changxi stream was full of orchid buds, and it should be the melting snow in spring.He looked at his apprentice Guangfeng Jiyue's face, shaking his head like a sour scholar in the world, debating both sides, but he was actually quite satisfied.

He leaned over and sat down on the table opposite Wen Xing, yawned a little, and smiled at him, "Good morning, teacher."

Wen Xing turned his face away and nodded slightly.

Ye Zhuo called Xiaoer to hand over two baskets of steamed buns, and complained half-truthfully to Wen Xing, "It was too cold yesterday, and I almost woke up from the cold in the middle of the night."

Wen Xing was taken aback by him, quickly lowered his eyes, picked up a bun randomly with his chopsticks, and asked, "Did it not freeze in the end?"

Ye Zhuo sat down bravely and said, "Not in the first half of the night, but in the second half of the night, it will be much warmer, so I can sleep soundly."

He smiled, "When I was a child, I was most afraid of heat, and I liked to kick the quilt before going to bed. My mother covered me up in the middle of the night, and I would ask her the next day why she came back after kicking me away. Guess how she teased me? "

Wen Xing asked, "How am I teasing you?"

Ye Zhuo had a hippie smile on his face, "She said that little immortals grew out of the flowers raised by my father. Seeing how white and tender I am, she covered me with a quilt. You said there are so many flowers in Jingzhou city, so there are also little immortals?"

Wen Xing lost his grip, and the steamed stuffed bun slipped into the bowl, scolding, "You're talking nonsense, I'm so powerless when I don't speak."

Ye Zhuao said, "Those kappa and other human-eating monsters are called strange powers and gods, and little immortals are not good-looking." He picked up the buns in Wen Xing's bowl with his chopsticks, and said seriously, "Actually, according to some According to ancient books, there is a continent in the west, and this kind of thing will be called 'fairy godmother.'”

Wen Xing was not annoyed when he was robbed of his food, he didn't hear clearly for a moment, thought it was some serious answer, and asked, "What's it called?"

With a bun in his mouth, Ye Jue gestured vaguely, "Fairy godmother, refers to an elf who is as beautiful as a fairy, teaches like a teacher, and loves children like a mother."

Wen Xing didn't know what to think of, his neck was red, he was a little annoyed, put down his chopsticks, "Why do you read so many miscellaneous books?"

Ye Zhuo shook his head and shook his head, "No, it's not. In the past, Yongle sent Zheng He to the West seven times. It can be seen that overseas scenery is also an indispensable part of learning. How can this be called miscellaneous."

He pretended not to see Wen Xing's red ears at all, and continued to make up nonsense, "I wished to see a little fairy when I was young, but unfortunately, I discovered something."

Wen Xing was indeed attracted by his words, and asked unconsciously, "What?"

Ye Zhuao said, "It's just in the storybook, the kind of little fairy who has a little fairy is a cute little girl, and I don't have a boy like me who goes to the house."

He stopped his chopsticks and said with a smile, "Actually, think about it. The sweet and soft little girl was bullied by bullies, and the little fairy rushed out. That's called a hero to save the beauty. If I fell from the tree, maybe people wanted to pick me up." The little fairy smashed it flat?"

He held his hands up, "Teacher, you don't know. I was annoying when I was young. My parents threatened to throw me out all the year round. My aunt didn't give me New Year's money. You see, I have grown up so much, and I don't have any heart-to-heart relationships." My friend, alas, it's not very flattering anyway."

Wen Xing paused, then said, "Who said..."

However, when the words came to his lips, he seemed to be shocked, and immediately stopped talking.

Ye Zhuo bit the bun halfway, raised his head, "What?"

Wen Xing's ears turned red all of a sudden.

Fortunately, he had already changed into a full set of monk's clothes, his collar was raised high, his ears were blocked by hair, and he couldn't see anything. He stood up, flicked his sleeves, and said stiffly, "You eat, I'm going up."

Seeing that Ye Zhuo had played, he quickly said, "Hey, teacher, don't, I'm too lonely by myself." He smiled and accompanied him, "Let's stop talking, let's go back, what did you say at the beginning? It's cold in the middle of the night? "

Wen Xing didn't even look at him, but said, "If you feel cold, you should ask the boss for a quilt."

In fact, adding a quilt is not very warm, Jingzhou Linhai is a little damp, it is wet and sticky on the body, and it still absorbs heat, but Wen Xing had already warmed him up last night, so it was extra warm.

Ye Zhuo just laughed, and the topic came up, "This tide, the teacher also needs to add more quilts, did you sleep well last night?"

Only then did Wen Xing's expression become more natural, and he said, "It's okay."

After a while, he added, "I have a cultivation base close to me, and I am not afraid of the cold."

Ye Zhuo took the quilt and poured himself a glass of water, and poured it for Wen Xingman, "How can it be the same, not afraid of returning home, it is always more comfortable when the temperature is right."

Although there are some people in this world who are not afraid of the cold, no one likes being cold.For example, although Ye Zhuo is not afraid of pain or suffering, but he lives a peaceful life, and he never wants to be rolled on the tip of a knife again.

After he finished using the buns, Shi Shiran put down his chopsticks, raised his eyes and asked Wen Xing, "Teacher, what are our plans for today?"

Wen Xing said, "Find some materials. Go and make a sword for you." It seemed a bit stiff, and he said again, "The spell is very good, but the speed is a bit slower. I'm afraid you will be in danger when you enter the East Sea Palace this time."

Ye Zhu almost forgot about it, his teacher was very happy, but he didn't really want to learn sword.Since he was broken countless times in the world, all the swords in the world seem to be not very kind to him, and he has never held other swords again.

But Ye Zhuo is a sword cultivator after all, and there is someone who takes you so seriously and always remembers to forge the sword for you, Ye Zhuo doesn't want to refuse at all.So he smiled and said, "It's really troublesome teacher."

Seeing that he had finished eating, Wen Xing had already stood up to leave, but when he heard Ye Zhuo thanking him, he turned his head slightly and said, "No trouble."

Ye Zhu was putting the removed stool back under the table, but he didn't hear clearly for a while, so he stopped and asked him, "What?"

Wen Xing turned his head away, stopped looking at him, and only urged, "It's nothing, you got it wrong, hurry up, or you won't be able to catch up with the Jingzhou tide."

This Jingzhou tide is a place of pilgrimage for sword cultivators all over the world, because the main material of Chongning Xianjun's sword comes from here.

The city of Jingzhou is also known as Xiaojiangchuan on the Sea, because Jiangchuan is the largest city of the human race, and Jingzhou is the largest city along the coast of the human race.The two cities are thousands of miles away, but the Hanjiang River, which flows through the river, flows eastward all the way, and finally enters the sea in Jingzhou. The river and the sea meet at the intersection of the river and the sea every morning.

And in this vision of heaven and earth, there is an excellent sword-making material called Wang Haichao.

This thing was born in the tide, it has no shape, it only knows that it is like light and like training, it rises and falls with the waves, it is only found in the Jingzhou area, when it is added to the sword when refining the sword, the sword energy will rush like the sea tide, and the energy will penetrate the Changhong.

Ye Zhuo stood on the sword with Wen Xing, the jade pendant around his waist, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly trembled without wind, Ye Zhuo touched it to show comfort, and said via voice transmission, "No rush."

Wen Mang said from the jade pendant, "It would be good if the waiter is here, he must be happy. I remember that when Xianjun refined him, one of the main ingredients was to watch the sea tide."

Ye Zhuo said, "Yes. I lived in Jingzhou for three years to train him."

He has no cultivation now, so he can only be placed obediently on a reef by the sea. The rock is so high that it usually reveals half the size of the Wendao Terrace. Now the tide is raging, and only the top is left.Ye Zhuo sat at the highest place, rolled up the hem of his clothes to prevent it from being wet by the waves, and held his chin to watch Wen Xing cut through the wind and waves with his long sword.

Although Ye Zhuo was the patriarch of Xiaquan Dao creation, and Wen Xing also learned Xiaquan's kung fu, but their swordsmanship is not exactly the same.

Ye Zhuo's sword sounds nicer, but it's a chic way, but it's ugly, just like himself, it's completely disorganized and a bit inexplicable. Later generations commented that his sword is like "like a long wind passing through the world, blowing across the world. Three thousand miles, and finally turned into that spot on the Fengfeng Terrace."

For this evaluation, Ye Zhuo's own thoughts are "It's blowing for three thousand miles and it doesn't stop. If you fan your sleeves with me, will there be a typhoon?"

Sword Lord has always disdained those gaudy evaluations, a sword is a sword, there is no need to make useless metaphors, but watching Wen Xing come and go in the tide, it is a pity that he is as hard as a boiling sea tide with his own strength, but he does not touch a piece of water, rising and falling cleanly The neatness made him think of a little white snow on the top of the Mingguang Palace for no reason.

He sat and admired it for a long time, and was a little dazzled for a while, and suddenly asked him loudly, "Teacher, where is your hometown?"

People cultivating immortals don't ask about their hometown, but about their sect.With a flicker of Wen Xing's sword light, he put Wang Haichao on the sea into his palm, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Ye Zhuo's question, and said "Yunzhou."

He turned his face to the side, "...what's wrong?"

Ye Zhuhahaha, and said, "No, no."

He sat on the rock with a smile on his face, thinking, "So it's Yunzhou with outstanding people, no wonder."

He lay down slowly, with his arms behind his head, "No wonder a beauty like you is raised."