Advise Qingshan

The feeling of dreaming in a dream is quite strange, when Ye Zhuo woke up the next day, there was still a trace of cold sweat on the top of his head.

Xianjun has always been lazy, but at this time he slept until he was exposed to the sun, and when he touched the side, Wen Xing was gone.

Ye Zhuo was fully awake now, he quickly kicked off his shoes, buttoned up a piece of clothes casually, and came to look for his precious apprentice, but Wen Xing was adding water to the pot, looking like he was about to put rice to cook.

In the dream, Wen Xing's stature has shrunk quite a bit, and he has not yet reached Ye Zhuo's chest. Ye Zhuo has raised the pot and stove with magic. It is a bit difficult for him to use, and Wen Xing obviously doesn't know how to cook. There was no way at all, Ye Zhuo was afraid that he would splash boiling water on himself, so he hurried to grab the kettle in his hand.

"What are you doing, children can't play with this."

With his hands empty, Wen Xing stepped aside and said softly, "I'm not playing, I want to cook."

Ye Jue managed to pick up a little Wen Xing, and wished he could offer him his ten fingers without touching Yangchun water, that would make him move this, and immediately put one end of the pot, "What are you cooking, I'll do it, let's talk about you No, go, go, don't make trouble."

This kid Wen Xing, everything else is fine, he is very stubborn, he just doesn't leave, but he still bites his lower lip and says sullenly, "I was sent here to do this for you."

Ye Jue could only press his shoulder, "You didn't do this, those who can do more work, I cook delicious food, you won't starve to death."

Wen Xing shook his head, actually stepping on his feet, wanting to grab his blame.

Ye Zhu quickly lifted the pot over his head, threatening him, "Go out, I'm tired of carrying it, I won't let you go if you don't go out."

When he sent him out with his knees on Wen Xing's waist, he closed the door with a touch, put the pot on the fire, and suddenly felt blessed, and turned his head to open the door. Good guy, Wen Xing was really stuck at the door without moving. one time.

Hearing the sound of the door, he quickly raised his eyes and meowed at Ye Zhu, then lowered his head again.

Ye Zhuo raised his hands in surrender, and took out a long-mouthed kettle from behind the door, took the water and handed it to him, "If you have nothing to do, go and help me water the money grass. You are not suitable for cooking. If it gets hot, I will feel distressed." .”

Wen Xing took the pot, but still said, "You're not for this."

Ye Zhuoxin said, "Hey, I think I, Yishan, have been feeding you for so long, why haven't I seen you say this?"

However, he still perfunctorily said, "Okay, okay, I understand, you go and water it, don't make my money plant thirsty to death."

Then he was unshakable, and every time Ye Jue got up from the bed, he could be seen watering the grass.

The yard is so big, Ye Zhu was afraid that he would be tired, so he discussed with him the next day, and he would water the east side and Wen Xing water the west side.The warm watering is well-proportioned and meticulous, no more and no less, and the leaves are watered randomly, drowning and drowning, and the survival rate depends entirely on the vitality of the grass.A few days later, the two pieces of weeds grew distinctly, one side was dense and natural, and the other side looked like a bald chicken that had lost its feathers.

The snow has stopped in Bian Bian these two days, the sun has come out, the ground is golden, and the ground is no longer slippery. Ye Zhuo is so itchy, he wanted to practice two tricks with his little apprentice, so he put down the water bottle and turned his head to look at Wen Xing, "It's too much here." I'm bored, do you want to learn swordsmanship from me?"

Wen Xing didn't answer immediately, after pouring a slice, he looked up at him, picked up the kettle again, and asked him

"Xianjun, what kind of people would you teach swordsmanship?"

Ye Zhuo said, "I haven't thought about it, maybe someone who wants to learn from me."

After a gentle pause, he asked, "Aren't you limited by your birth talent?"

Ye Zhuo broke off a dead branch and threw it to Wen Xing, "Let's not stick to it, back then Guangyu Yuanjun held Mo Dengwen Daotai, there were tens of thousands of disciples under the stage, and their aptitudes must be uneven, it's good if you want to learn. "

Wen Xing stretched out his hand to stop the dead branch. He changed his body, but the foundation was still there, with a chic and beautiful posture, "Then do you hate Moxiu?"

Ye Zhuo was taken aback, and said bluntly, "I hate it."

Before Wen Xing turned pale, he added, "I hate Moxiu, because Moxiu generally do evil, so what I hate is Moxiu who does many evils, but not Moxiu itself. Good, then why should I hate him."

Only now did Wen Xing look normal, and hummed lightly.

He didn't ask any more questions, just saluted with the dead branches, and said, "Please enlighten me."

In his dream, the body was weak and thin, with little energy, but the aura of sticking to dead branches was not weak at all, just like the vast white snow in Cangshan Mountain, with its own awe-inspiring sword intent.

The two of them didn't use their spiritual power, and they fought with dead branches. In addition, Wen Xing's body was really weak, and his sword was much slower than the actual situation. Even so, a hundred moves had been completed in the blink of an eye.

Ye Zhuo praised, "There is nothing to teach, he really is a genius."

Wen Xing used the same swordsmanship as Ye Zhuo, but the rules of changing moves were very different. He leaned his center of gravity to the left, swayed his sword to the right, and stabbed straight to the left, which actually forced Ye Zhuo to take half a step back , He leaned back to dodge it, supported him with a dead branch, and asked with a smile, "It worked well, this is my Changjie Banchixue? Do you know why this move is called Changjie Banchixue?"

Wen Xing's moves changed again, he pulled his branches back, raised his hands to see them opening and closing, his luck was smooth, and he said, "The long street is covered with snow, the sky is covered, the sky is covered, and the world is white."

Ye Zhuo finally saw a little flaw in him, the dead branch swayed to the center of his eyebrows, and said, "Wrong." He raised his hand again, took the branch away, and said, "The world will be white, after the ice melts and the snow melts, the color underneath will still be exposed. There is nothing completely white in this world, you are too demanding."

After the sparring was over, the two tried it out, and both put away their swords.

Wen Xing stood with downcast eyes, "Others can't be too demanding, and I should always do my best."

Ye Zhuo said, "That's wrong too. It's good to have a snow-covered country and a white world, but the long street is full of colors, and the ink is full of colorful colors. I think it's also very good. This trick basically means that the long street is in front, and the snow is in front of you." After."

Wen Xing looked at him with cold and distant eyes, "There is sewage and dust mixed in under the long street, does Xian Jun feel good?"

Ye Zhuao said, "There are two sides to everything. There is sewage and dust, but it doesn't mean the street view is not good."

He put away the bamboo branch in his hand, "I wanted to say it a long time ago, you're too thoughtful, you're stuck."

Wen Xing was stunned in place.

Before Wen Xing could answer, there was a sudden boom from the wall behind him.This wall is an earthen wall, and it can be stained with a handful of yellow dust after being wiped. With that loud noise, the room was filled with dust. When the two looked back, they found that the wall had collapsed.

Ye Zhuo weighed the dead branch in his hand, and said to himself, "It's not possible, the spiritual power is useless, so it will fall down?"

As if in response to his words, a strange cry came from the collapsed wall, and he stepped forward, and there were more than a dozen or twenty people dressed in official uniforms standing outside the wall, the leader was a royal blue shirt with a crane pattern and a round belt. Belly full of fat intestines.Wen Xing put away the dead branches, stuffed them into his sleeves, took a step behind Ye Ju, only glanced at the man and said nothing.

It was the man who was stunned for a moment when he saw Wen Xing, and then he came forward to shake Wen Xing's hand affectionately, and asked warmly, "Your son? How are you doing?"

Ye Zhuo is such a good person, he immediately understood the identity of this person, and even guessed about the story in Wen Xingmeng.For this kind of thing that treats his son as a gift, he thought he didn't want to show any face, so he took a step forward and held his hand, then abruptly pulled Wen Xing over, smiled at the man and said, "You are?"

When the man slapped his thigh, it seemed that the wound on his arm was pulled, grinning his teeth in pain, he said anxiously, "I am Jiang Zhusi, Xianjun, I really don't want to bother you, but if you don't go out of the gate, I'm afraid Zhang Jiang will be the next Something is going to happen."

Ye Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly recognized the appearance of this place.

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