Advise Qingshan

But Ye Zhuo left the tea shop and flew straight to the tower.

He moved so fast that others only felt a flash of light, and Ye Zhuo touched the border of Linjiang City.

The formation is not the real world. Its boundary is very obvious. It only outlines the area that Wen Xing, the owner of the dream, may outline. For example, he is walking by the city wall now. No matter how he goes around, he can only circle in the city and cannot get out of the town. .

Ye Zhuo put his hand on the city wall, trying to force his divine sense into a stream, and went out along the barrier between the bricks and stones.

He is an immortal monarch, although his cultivation base is no longer, his spiritual consciousness is still far beyond ordinary people, if ordinary people do this with him, they will only get lost in the complicated flow of spiritual power like leaf veins, unable to find a way out, Ye Zhuo But it can accurately find the main vein in every fork, and finally, in an instant, the divine mind can pierce the center of the formation.

He kicked the wall, "Wen Mang."

This formation allowed the consciousness to enter, but Ta Ling didn't follow, but stopped at the center of the formation, drifting off to sleep, when he heard a clever "Xianjun?"

Ye Zhuo didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, and ordered, "I broke the button on the eighth giant pillar facing south in the main hall, and activated the self-correction function of the large formation to forcefully expel malicious intruders."

The pagoda spirit floated out from the jade pendant, and quickly condensed into a young man in green clothes. Hearing this, he jumped towards the pillar, and said suspiciously while breaking it, "Who dares to tamper with the formation?"

After Ye Zhuo gave his instructions, he planned to withdraw and go back to find Wen Xing, "Yes."

He sneered, "This man better pray that he doesn't fall into my hands, or I won't be able to kill him."

Wen Mang hadn't seen Xianjun get angry for many years, so he ate a catty immediately "What happened?"

Ye Zhuo waved his hand, "Go back and explain to you, I am in a hurry to go back."

As he spoke, he stood up with his sword, Zhang Jiang Haohao could be seen in the air, he couldn't help sighing, he was impatient for a while, and always felt that something was going to happen, in fact, at his level of cultivation, his spiritual sense can reach heaven and earth, the sixth The feeling is extremely accurate, but Ye Zhuo dare not think too much, he can only forcefully suppress the palpitations and comfort himself

"With Wen Xing's cultivation base, nothing can happen in such a short period of time."

But in such a short time, something really happened.

When he arrived at the bottom of the tower, Wen Xing had already disappeared.

Ye Zhuo then climbed up the tower, Jiang Zhusi was still serving tea with the monks on saddle and horseback. "Where is my apprentice?"

"Ah?" Jiang Zhusi didn't react, and it took a while to realize that he was talking about his own son, so he grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said flatteringly, "Oh, Immortal Lord, you just ruined him, my son My son has been naughty since he was a child, so how can he be your apprentice, oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."

Seeing his mischievous look, Ye Zhu's already bad mood was even worse, he lifted him higher out of thin air, and his tone was full of anger, "Don't say things that are useless to the end, I will ask again, my apprentice Woolen cloth?"

Jiang Zhusi was startled, and smiled coyly, "This..."

He glanced around vaguely, and smiled, "This... Xianjun, he came up from here just now, but... hey, I didn't see it either."

Ye Zhuo opened his mouth, unable to speak in anger, he threw him three feet away with a wave of his hand, and said, "Get lost."

Now around the city gate, there are not many acquaintances, Ye Zhu just glanced around, only saw Song Xuan following.

He was following the disciples of the Tianshan sect, wet all over, wrapped in someone's clothes, trembling, while his senior brother stood aside, wiping his hair with spiritual power.

Ye Zhuo carried him over, frowned and said, "Where's my apprentice?"

Song Xuan could babble when facing Wen Xing, but when facing Xianjun himself, he almost knelt down on the spot. He pointed to the side, "It should be at..."

No one is empty.

Song Xuan froze on the spot, "Just now... just now."

He curled his lips and glanced at Xianjun. He wanted to say that with Wen Xing's hearing and eyesight, he shouldn't be able to go far, but seeing Ye Zhu's aura around him, he didn't dare to speak again.

There was no result even asking the two of them, Ye Zhuo laughed angrily, "He's got some skills, he rescued you up, you don't know where he went?"

The senior brothers and sisters of the Tianshan faction rushed up to apologize, and the big formation set them up that they didn't know Wen Xing, and only regarded him as a new favorite, so they naturally helped Song Xuan speak, and said with a smile, "Chang'er is still young, Xianjun should take more care of him." .”

Ye Zhuo gave him a weird look first, then sneered, he felt a surge of anger from his dantian straight to Tianlinggai, he was so angry that he managed to maintain his composure except for his face, his whole body was trembling.

However, this anger was not aimed at Song Xuan. In fact, Ye Zhu was full of anger and depression in his heart at this time, but he really didn't target anyone in particular.

Song Xuan's behavior is understandable to say the least. It is normal to act coquettishly to seek some comfort from the same sect just after he escaped from a dangerous situation. Among the happy and harmonious seniors, even though they are still cultivators of immortals, they somehow feel that the wind in Zhangjiang is a little too cold.

He thought: When Wen Xing came out, he also wanted to comfort him, right?

He thought: His clothes should be wet too, Mr. Yijiang's body will feel cold, right?

He also thought: Someone gently wiped Song Xuan's hair. Would Wen Xing feel a little sad when he saw it?

With a flick of his sleeves, he descended from the city tower with his sword, went through several places where Wen Xing might be in his mind, and went straight to the small house on the outskirts of the city.

According to Ye Zhuo's conjecture, Wen Xing has only been in this big formation for a few days, and the only place where he can be attached to is the fairy's small house full of money grass.

However, he swung open the door, and the hut was empty. He searched the kitchen yard, but there was still no one there.

"It's weird." Ye Zhuo was in a hurry, "Where did my unlucky child go?"

He forgot about his cultivation for a moment, and hurriedly sat back indoors, dipped his brush in cinnabar and planned to draw a tracing talisman. I found a strand of hair on the bed, and with a burning finger, I hurried to check the result.

The place pointed by the spell turned out to be a field of reeds around his house.

Ye Zhuo held the ashes of the spell, and walked cautiously towards the reed field. It is the end of the year, and it is very cold, but the reed flowers are still white. This plant lives on water, and this place is a large expanse of shallow water In the swamp, the air is extremely humid and colder than other places in the border town.

Ye Zhuo carefully pushed aside the reed, and called out, "Wen Xing?"

He could obviously control the sword in the sky, look down to see if there were any low reeds, traces of someone moving, and quickly find Wen Xing, but somehow he felt that this would scare him, just like the master went to find someone who was killed outside the house. You can't jump over a cat that is being bullied by people. You must be patient and get closer to it little by little, so that it can recognize you and be taken home by you.

Sure enough, he walked around the reeds for a while, and saw the reed flowers shaking slightly in front of him.

Wen Xing was leaning against a low bush, and the tall reeds were densely packed, covering the top of his head, and no one could see him, so it was rare for him not to sit upright, but to use a kind of childlike, loosely hugging knee sitting position.

——In the Dream Introducing Talisman, when he was alone under the White Prison, he also sat like this.

Ye Zhu walked over, his voice was bitter and dry, but he still smiled, and asked him softly, "Why are you sitting here? Isn't it cold?"

Wen Xing was ignorant, as if he was asleep.

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Ye Zhuo knelt down beside him, touched his hand, and asked him, "Go home, isn't it cold?"

However, the moment he touched it, Wen Xing retreated subconsciously like an electric shock. If he hadn't leaned against the tree with his back, he would have fallen on his head. He opened his eyes quickly, but the focus didn't fall on Ye Zhu. It wasn't until her fingers pinched the tulle of Ye Zhuo's curtain that she calmed down, moved her lips, and made two invisible mouth shapes.

He asked "Xianjun?"

Ye Zhu wrapped his cold fingertips, "It's me."

He looked at Wen Xing carefully, and saw that there were still red marks under his skin, and his eyes were even more empty, and he couldn't help saying, "Can't you see? Can't you...can't hear?"

Wen Xing didn't speak, but quietly adjusted his sitting posture, straightening his back a little.

Ye Zhu has never been so sad.

He took Wen Xing's hand, stroked in his palm, and neatly wrote "It's me, go home with me first."

——Ye Zhu didn't expect that it was a rare time in his life to write without drawing peach charms, and he was in such a situation.

Unexpectedly, this time Wen Xing would not be led away obediently by him, he looked in the direction of Ye Jue, curled the corners of his mouth rather weakly, and shook his head.

Ye Ju was already planning to pick up his knees and hug him horizontally, but he couldn't help but stop, and wrote again, "What's wrong?"

Wen Xing was held by him with one hand. With the other hand, he groped the ground for a while, found a dead branch, and wrote on the ground:

"Ugly."

"I can't practice."

Then he turned his face away and stopped looking at Ye Zhuo.

His hair was still wet, and it just fell loose, covering half of his face. The water rolled down his jaw and landed on the ground.

Ye Zhuo stared blankly at the two rows of words, and after a while, his eyebrows were drawn together, and the corners of his mouth twitched feebly, revealing an extremely embarrassing wry smile.

——He understood Wen Xing's meaning.

Because of its unsightly appearance and the faintly scary red marks under the skin, it is "ugly" and has lost its value as a pet.Similarly, because the meridian is not good, he can't cultivate, and loses his value as a disciple, so Wen Xing judges himself that he is of no value to Xianjun.

This kind of behavior seems extremely absurd to Ye Zhu, but it seems very natural to Wen Xing, because no one has ever taught him how to get along with other people.

He entered Xiaquan when he was young, was chosen as a sword servant when he was young, and was sent to White Prison when he was young. The education he received was unequal and distorted. Taoist Suji taught him how to be a perfect disciple of a fairy king, a model monk, but he did not teach him. How to socialize, let alone teach him what childhood should be like in a normal network of relationships.

He has not been taught by his parents, nor has he been taken care of by his seniors, nor has he been doted on by his teachers, so he does not know that when he is sick, he should be wrapped up in a warm quilt until he recovers, and he does not know that he can ask for a kiss when he is injured Hugging and holding high, and not knowing that he can actually give nothing, he was raised well by his seniors and seniors.

According to Ye Zhuo's opinion, since he recognized Wen Xing as his disciple, he would not ignore him no matter what.

But Wen Xing didn't know, and didn't believe it.

He still puts himself in a dispensable position that can be abandoned at any time, and carefully evaluates his value to Xianjun. Now that he has lost this value consciously, and may even cause trouble to Xianjun, he will Those who advocated moved themselves out of the position of Xianjun's disciple.

Wen Xingben is a person who is so afraid of bothering others and being hated by others.

It was only at this time that Ye Zhu realized how insecure his little apprentice was. Even though he was the elder Xiaquan, his anxiety and inferiority had never been washed away.And it's not the same as ordinary children, ordinary children will realize that their emotions are wrong, and seek help appropriately, Wen Xing took this kind of panic for ten years as a matter of course, because he didn't know at all, a person who was being cared for normally What should a child grow up to look like.

Ye Zhuo stood up and let out a long sigh of relief.

Wen Xingan sat quietly on the spot, as if thinking that he was going to leave, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, showing a dignified smile.

Ye Zhuo leaned on the tree trunk with one hand, looked at the sky, and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he lowered his head, looked at Wen Xing's little hair, and said to himself

"Honey, are you trying to gouge out my heart?"

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