Advise Qingshan

Ye Zhuo pulled out the long sword from the void and swung it across his face. With a sound of "Dang", he was knocked back dozens of steps.

The boss had just scratched a bone fan, pulled it out hastily, backed up and said anxiously, "Kid, please stop thinking about it."

Everything in the dream was related to the young man's thoughts, and it was unknown what he was thinking about to create these inexplicable black shadows.

These shadows are pitch black, because the boy's imagination has no details, and the attack is also disorderly, but the strength is extremely strong, and the angle is also tricky.The so-called killing the master with random punches, under the rapid attack of the shadows in turn, Ye Zhutong, the boss, couldn't handle it for a while.

The boy they met earlier hid behind the two tremblingly, holding his head and shouting, "I can't help it."

Ye Zhuo picked up the long sword from the black shadow in front of him from below. The shadow was so powerful that his jaw was numb from the shock. He tapped the leaves under his feet a few times, soared into the air, dodged other shadows, and retreated quickly. He said to the young man, "Don't think too much, stay calm and stay calm."

There was already a cry in the boy's voice, "What do you mean, I don't understand."

There were seven or eight people around the boss, and he was a little out of his wits as he turned around. He sighed and said, "Forget it if you don't understand, it's just a dream, so it doesn't matter if you get hacked to death."

The boy cried and said, "Then we can't pass the test."

Ye Zhuo turned over, split a shadow, and said, "It seems that I can't pass, I am really ashamed."

The majestic Immortal Chongning couldn't pass the first formation he set up.

The boss turned around, stepped on the shoulder of the shadow, jumped up, clinging to the fan, smashed one with the handle, and said, "I never thought that my old face would be thrown in the East China Sea Palace."

The young man hurriedly said, "I'll try my best, I'll try my best." He closed his eyes, becoming more and more anxious, seeing that there were more and more black shadows, Ye Zhu hurriedly said, "Don't think about it, you want to have some fun like eating chicken legs and brains" thing."

The boss said, "It's really not possible, just think about it, the Diamond Sutra, the Tao Te Ching, the Shi Ji Zuo Zhuan, the Jin Ping Mei sleepwalking in the sky, singing goodbye, there is always someone you like, right?"

Ye Zhuo took a look at the boss and felt that this person had a wide range of reading. Buddhist, Taoist, Confucian poems and erotic novels were sandwiched between them, and he took these books as a matter of course, and said, "You Confucian disciples are really well-informed. The book breaks through thousands of volumes, and Jin Pingmei is also involved."

The boss is modest "Where is there."

The young man regarded their words as a life-saving magic weapon, and asked anxiously, "What is Jin Ping Mei?"

The boss uttered an "uh" and waved his fan like a gust of wind to clear out the surrounding shadows. He held his chin and thought for a while before saying, "This is a popular novel that cleverly uses a variety of writing methods to describe the pure love between men and women."

I don't know whether it's the chicken legs or the Jin Ping Mei that played a role, the young man let out a long sigh of relief, and the black shadow finally stopped.

The boss, Shi Shiran, came down and knocked the boy on the head with the handle of the fan, hating iron for not being able to make a steel path, "What are you thinking?"

The young man hugged his head aggrievedly, "Don't knock, don't knock, I just thought about the heroic appearance of Immortal Chongning."

Ye Zhu almost wanted to kick him.

He was tired and out of breath, leaning his back against the tree trunk, took two deep breaths, and said, "My God, what kind of thing is this, you give it a chicken stick and tell it to pick it up, it's more organized than what you made, Chongning If Xianjun uses his sword like this, then he might as well go back and farm the land quickly, and don’t be ashamed.”

The young man was aggrieved, and whispered, "It's worse than a chicken, but you still can't stand it?"

The boss chuckled, Ye Zhuo gave them a blank look, and spoke lazily.

This young man is not usually lively, his thinking is abnormal, jumping up and down like a dancing frog, jumping around.They were trapped in the dream for less than half an hour, and they had already experienced being burned by fire, flooded, and chased and hacked by a shadow suspected to be Immortal Chongning.

Ye Zhuo was a little exhausted, and asked them, "I said, where is the flaw in this dream? Immortal Chongning has already slashed people with his sword. Let's stay a little longer. Should Guangyu Yuanjun come and chat with us about poetry and songs?" To the philosophy of life?"

The boss shook his fan and wondered, "Why do you think Guangyu Yuanjun will talk about poetry, songs, and life philosophy with you? Maybe he is a calm and quiet man who never talks much, but works diligently and gracefully." "

Before he could finish his sentence, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. It had a solemn appearance, and it gave Ye Zhuo a slap in the face, smiled while holding the flowers, and said kindly, "Xia Guangyu, I'm here to ask for advice on all kinds of Jin Ping Mei. Please teach me how to write."

The boss wondered, "Of course it's okay to teach me." He glanced at the boy, "But why does the Chongning Xianjun in your mind look like a dog, with fluttering clothes, and Guangyu Yuanjun is a bald donkey? Guangyu is obviously very beautiful."

Ye Zhuo glanced at him, and for a moment couldn't tell whether this person was talking nonsense, or if he was really involved with these ancient gods.

The young man was flustered, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The black figure in front of him suddenly changed, with a tall hat on his head, and a feather fan in his hand for no reason.This man's hat is the standard of the former emperor, his clothes are the costumes used by those troupes to pretend to be officials, and his fan looks like it was played by a lady in the deep palace.

This led to the appearance of "Guangyu Yuanjun" in front of him, like a concubine who dug the grave of the former emperor, quietly stole the hat of the owner of the tomb, and then waved his fan pretentiously, intending to go on stage to sing.Boss Ye Zhuo was a little speechless, unable to speak for a while, seeing this, the concubine shook her head and repeated, "I am Xia Guangyu, I am here to ask you about Jin Pingmei's various writing methods, please enlighten me."

Ye Zhuo felt that the young man's imagination was boundless, but the scholar's gesture of shaking his head was imitated well, and the slow-moving figure in front of him was very true to Chen Kezhen, the master of the Confucianism sect.

The boss took a deep breath and said, "You'd better become a monk, it's better to be bald."

The young man seemed to realize something was wrong, and scratched his head, but unfortunately it was useless, the shadow was lying in front of them, like a mountain, indestructible, as if he must complete the sacred task of discussing the Tao.

The boss exhaled with difficulty, and said, "Okay, isn't it Jin Ping Mei? This book vividly describes Ximen Qing, Pan Jinlian, Li Ping'er, Pang Chunmei, Meng Yulou, Wu Yueniang, Sun Xue'e..."

There are so many female characters in this book that I can't list them all at once.

Ye Jue said sarcasticly at the side, "You remember the girl's name so clearly, you are not a slut in the real world, right?"

The boss said, "I'm still perfect." He swallowed, and then continued, "When talking about writing methods, we must talk about Fu Bixing. These three types are involved in the article. For example, Fu refers to straightforward narration or parallelism. It originated in The Book of Songs, in the text..."

It may be a common problem of literati. They usually do things in a hurry, and when they have something to talk about, they immediately talk about it.

It's a pity that before he finished half a sentence, the dream suddenly collapsed. It seemed that the three dreams were connected in a row. Ye Zhuo woke up almost immediately after breaking the dream.

In the incomplete dream came the boy's answer, "Let's come out, it's so boring to listen to the teacher's lecture."

These words reverberated in his mind, echoes were repeated, and Ye Zhuo heard "so boring", "boring", "chatting" and "ah" in turn in Ye Zhuo's mind.He supported the ground and slowly slowed down for a while, and then he fully woke up from the dream. He opened his eyes, looked around, and found that he was standing in a white jade palace. The ones are inlaid on the pillars of the corridor, the colored glaze is clear blue, and the pearls are moist East China Sea pearls.

This is obviously one of the palaces in the East China Sea that he personally arranged back then.

"Where will I be teleported after passing the test?" Ye Zhuo tapped his head, and his voice was warm, "I can't remember."

Wen Mang decided to tolerate his master's intermittent amnesia. After all, Ye Zhuo is old, and it's normal to have a little dementia. He said, "If I remember correctly, it's random. As for whether it's close to the treasure, it's just luck. But..." He thought for a while, and added, "You should have left shadows in every palace to guide them to find the treasure."

Before he finished speaking, a layer of white mist rose from the center of the hall, gradually forming a phantom, wearing a broad robe with wide sleeves, covering his face with long silk, tall and slender, holding a sword in his hand, which was left by Ye Zhuo phantom.

Ye Ju held his chin, "What did I say? I don't even remember."

The white mist looked at Ye Zhuo's direction, and spoke slowly, with a clear voice, and said with a trace of comfort, "My child, I am very glad that you passed the first test."

Ye Jue randomly found a clean place, sat down cross-legged, and thought, "What the hell test did you do, I almost couldn't pass it."

Seeing him sit down, Bai Wu also adjusted her position, and sat down opposite him, the veil couldn't hide the kindness in her tone, "You passed the test prepared for low cultivation, which proves that although your cultivation is not high, The character is very good." Bai Wu encouraged him, "Please practice diligently and understand the Dao. In time, you may have a chance to surpass me and become a worthy figure in the Dao of Kendo or other Dao."

Ye Zhuo said, "No, thank you for your encouragement."

Bai Wu said again, "The low-cultivation test is intended for cooperation. You can pass to prove that you not only shattered your own dreams, but also helped shatter the dreams of others. My human race is no better than monsters. Individuals are very small. I hope you will cultivate again in the future." Success, support each other with your fellows, ask the Dao together, and never benefit yourself at the expense of others."

As Bai Wu said, Ye Zhuo had already started to lose his mind, and he asked Wen Mang, "Am I this long-winded before?"

Wen Mang said, "Perhaps you can communicate with the formation core of Donghai Palace and tell him to shut up."

Ye Zhuo said, "That makes sense." He bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood on the white mist's eyebrows. The white mist seemed to be strangled by the neck. The next moment, a light white light jumped out of the palace, barely stopping at Ye Mo's eyes. With his fingertips, Ye Zhuo stretched out his hand to hold it, closed his eyes and sank into it, the appearance of the entire East China Sea Palace slowly unfolded in front of his eyes, the vast expanse of palaces and palaces were all in sight, and every corner of the cornices and hanging corners was clearly visible, Ye Zhuo He poked the little light group, and asked, "Gao Xiu should be testing the heart demon, has Wen Xing come out?"

The formation swept across the palace, and the feedback was "No."

Ye Zhu estimated the time and said, "It's probably coming soon, let's wait for him for a while."