Advise Qingshan

Ye Zhuo and Wen Xing bowed their heads to pick up the vegetables, the atmosphere on the field was getting weirder and weirder, but the little disciples next to them were heartless, they muttered, pushed a representative out, and insisted on grabbing Ye Zhuo's mistake just now Ask questions.

"Elder Xuesong just came down, you can judge for us." The braided boy pointed his mouth in the direction of Ye Zhuo, "Is he really as good-looking as a fairy?"

After a pause, Wen Xing pinched the chopsticks.

Ye Zhuo kept complaining, thinking, "Little ancestor, can we stop talking about this?"

He sneaked a glance at Wen Xing from the corner of his eye, and saw that he was standing there in a daze, with no intention of expressing his opinion, so he lowered his head even lower, thinking, "It's over, my hapless apprentice will most likely choose the immortal monarch."

Ta Ling saw Ye Zhuo's expression clearly, and moved, "Aren't you a 'beautiful young man facing the wind in Yushu, who can't sleep by looking at himself in the mirror', did Sai Panan bully Song Yu? You have no confidence."

Ye Zhuao said, "That's not what I said. Imagination is always better than reality. In Wen Xing's eyes, Xianjun's face is just a mass of air. It is extremely malleable. It can be as beautiful as it can be. How can I compare with air?" ?”

Sure enough, Wen Xing held back for a long time, with a erratic expression, and repeatedly glanced at Ye Zhuo's face, holding back a sentence in the earnest eyes of the young disciples.

"This...is not easy to compare."

When he said that, everyone was upset. They were all waiting to use Wen Xing's words as Shang Fang's sword to hit Ye Zhu in the face.

"Why can't it be compared? There is always something better."

"Yes, yes, who does the elder think looks good?"

Wen Xing has no experience in dealing with other people, and his ears are soft. He can't be cold when others beg him. In addition, the young disciples are all innocent and staring at Wen Xing. Before long, the elders will be defeated.

Ye Zhuo: "It's over, it's over, I will lose my old face today."

With grief and indignation in his chest, he pierced the chicken wings with a chopstick. Seeing that Wen Xing was still in a dilemma about how to answer, the elder seemed to be remembering something, and there was a soft patch between his brows. He's a clever one.

"Ta Ling... Tell me, does Wen Xing like Immortal Chongning?"

Wen Mang was taken aback by him, "Why do you see that?"

Ye Zhuo: "It can be seen everywhere. You see, I met him a few times as Ye Chongning. He jumped up and hugged me. Do I, Ye Zhuo, get this treatment when I run up and down? And Ye Chongning slept with him Bed, feed him, hug his shoulders, hug his waist and move his hands and feet, he doesn't resist at all, I, Ye Zhuo, are so familiar with him, do I have this treatment?"

"I rely on master and apprentice to sleep in the same bed! Wen Xing cares so much about etiquette but he doesn't resist, what does that mean?"

—You know it's not polite.

Seeing that Xianjun became more and more angry, Ta Ling had no choice but to interrupt him.

"No, Xianjun, if he likes Ye Chongning, doesn't he like you? Isn't that just right?"

Ye Zhuo mourned from it, "What a ghost, is it me that he likes Ye Chongning? Then in Xiaquan Palace, you don't know what kind of image Ye Chongning in "The Legend of Chongning Immortal" looks like?"

Taling "What image?"

Ye Zhuo opened his mouth and came, "The square face with Chinese characters is full of righteousness, and he is old without anger. He is schizophrenic and has bubbles in his head, and his yin and yang are strange and inexplicable..."

Taling "..."

He sincerely expressed his admiration, "I have never seen you swearing so hard before."

Ye Zhuo sighed, "Tell me, if he really likes someone like Ye Chongning in the literature, it's... completely opposite to me."

Taling "..."

He asked with a headache, "So, are you eating your own cockroaches?"

But how could Ye Zhu admit it, he rolled his eyes reservedly, "I'm just sad for his aesthetics."

At this time, Wen Xing had been stared at and questioned for quite a while, and some young disciples even sat at the table with their rice bowls, as if they would never leave unless Wen Xing revealed his stature, Chou Yinmao.

"Okay." Wen Xing sighed, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Actually..."

Ye Zhuo sat where he was, the boss was not happy.

"Ye Zhu is pretty enough."

Jian Qing dropped the chopsticks with a snap.

——People asked Xianjun and Ye Zhu which is better, you said Ye Zhu is better, what do you mean?

Ye Zhuo blinked, turned around, tilted his head to look at him, "Speak louder."

Wen Xing "..."

Ye Zhuo raised his eyebrows with joy, leaned over and begged, "You can speak louder."

Wen Xing gave him a shock, he couldn't hold on anymore, he didn't eat the meal, put down his chopsticks, quickly moved the stool away, said "I'm full", and walked straight away without looking at them.

When he was eating, he was already elegant, and his disciples interrupted him, so he didn't eat two bites at all. Jian Qing looked at the elder's back in confusion, and asked Jian Bai, "No, why didn't the elder eat? Then why did he come down?"

Jian Bai kicked him again, "Eat more, ask less."

Ye Zhuoshi finished his meal in a daze, and just wanted to go up and knock on the door to harass Wen Xing again, but Duanxiu took him away halfway.

It seems that Xianjun's disciple, as the latest high-profile talent, the female elder's hidden maternal brilliance, finally has a place to be dumped.

Fortunately, this time she didn't mean to quarrel too much, Duanxiu took a sip of tea, and went straight to the point, "I'm going back to the mountain gate soon, and I want to talk to you about the rules of the mountain worship ceremony."

Ye Zhu had completely forgotten about it.

Most of the new disciples have certain rules, such as bowing down to the ancestors, and the new disciples follow this rule together, which is the ceremony of worshiping the mountain.

His nerves, which had not been tensed for thousands of years, were stretched into a bow, and he asked cautiously, "...Is there anything else to do besides kowtowing three times to Immortal Chongning?"

Duanxiu waved her hand and said, "It's not a big deal, you'll be fine for two days, you should write a sacrificial article first."

Ye Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, "Writing about worshiping heaven? It's simple..."

Duanxiu interrupted him, "My sword cultivator goes against the sky, and I'm not the tortoises who follow the weather in the long boat to cross the moon. We believe in man's victory over the sky. What kind of sky are you worshiping?"

Ye Zhu's ominous premonition gradually intensified, and he asked, "What is the sacrifice?"

Duanxiu said strangely, "You don't even know this? Sacrifice means offering sacrifices to heaven and earth to ancestors. My monks don't worship heaven and earth, but only respect ancestors. Disciples who worship in the inner sect must write a sacrificial oration to Chongning Xianjun of."

Ye Zhuo "..."

--I knew it!

He raised his forehead in pain, "I've just identified Ye Chongning as a rival in love, and I'm going to write him a sacrificial letter. How could such a tragic thing happen in the world?"

Sacrificial texts are generally divided into two types, worshiping heaven and offering sacrifices to people.Immortal Chongning is a human being, so if you want to write a sacrificial letter to him, it should be the second type.This kind of article is quite special. Generally, the descendants kneel in front of the tombstone, and the leader cries a few words, "Sorry! So-and-so." Then he takes a stack of straw, mixes the straw with the sacrificial text, and burns it while crying.

Throughout the ages, many people have written epitaphs for themselves, but I have never heard of anyone writing a memorial service for themselves.

First, no one knows the exact way of death, otherwise Ye Zhu would write a pen and write "Alas! Immortal Chongning died violently in the wilderness in a certain month in a certain year." His descendants looked at the grave and said, "No Ah, didn’t Xianjun die from bone necrosis caused by cold/cough/sciatic nerve disorder”?This creates disagreement.

Second, the sacrificial text should express grief. Others can cry about the fate of the immortal, and Ye Jue can't cry in the article by himself, "Immortal Chongning, you died so miserable, your life was so difficult, oh my god, so pitiful." "Yu Yun, otherwise it would be too contrived.

Therefore, when Duanxiu mentioned this request, Ye Zhuo's mind went blank.

He resisted very much, "The immortal is still alive and in good health. I think he will live another hundred or eighty years. How can I write a memorial to him?"

Duanxiu knocked on his head, "What nonsense are you talking about, the immortal king will last forever, what is a hundred and eighty years?"

Ye Zhuo bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Duanxiu saw that he had a good attitude, so she didn't care that he offended the fairy, and said, "Why did the fairy accept you, a disciple who doesn't know how to adapt, so the sacrificial text must be for the dead? So many people on the stage to worship the sky, is it the sky?" dead?"

She gave Ye Zhuo a white look, and said, "You don't know how to do it, so why not go and see how the sacrificial rites are written, just copy it."

Xiaquan Palace dared to compare Ye Zhuo with the way of heaven, but below the sky, ten thousand years passed in a blink of an eye, even the gods and gods were nothing but dust, living and dying, he didn't feel that being a fairy was more noble than anyone else, How to pay homage to future generations.

Ye Zhuo felt that he couldn't afford it, so he said in embarrassment, "The way of heaven is so vast, it's not good to use sacrifices to heaven as a comparison to sacrifices to people."

Duanxiu frowned slightly at the moment, "I don't care what other people think, I must be respected as a disciple of Xiaquan."

Ye Jue is hard to argue with.

He turned his thoughts, and suddenly said, "Elder, if every person who worships into Xiaquan has to write a sacrificial oration, then my master..."

Wen Xingsheng's breezy and bright clothes, his clothes are also plain and unpretentious, but the sacrificial oration needs to be ostentatiously exaggerated. It's best to blow out the style and make the difference. If you fart, you will blow him out. I can't imagine Wen Xing writing the sacrificial oration.

Duanxiu said, "Your master, of course he wrote it, and he was selected as a sword servant at that time, and the number of words required was more than others."

Ye Zhuo was like seeing a ghost, "Is there still a word count requirement?"

Duanxiu looked at him with a smile, "Of course there are, you see." She lifted the bamboo curtain, raised her hand and pointed down.Ye Zhu looked, the flying kite had already flown to the edge of the lower spring, the snow-capped peak and the pitch-black point of warm towers could already be seen from a distance, right below the flying kite were the remaining veins of the two lower springs, there was no lower spring The peaks are so high, and there are some villages in the mountains, scattered among the bamboo and trees in the middle of the mountain.

She said, "The places where the green is particularly pleasing are the book bamboos. This kind of bamboo is generally more slender, and the height is uneven, which is not found in other places. When Xianjun first founded Xiaquan, he used this to write books. , used as missionary tablets, and now in our library, there are also tablets made of this kind of bamboo.”

She looked at Ye Ju with a smile, "My rules for going down to the spring, you have to pick a tree from the mountains and cut it down, steam it to make bamboo slips, and carve as many words as you want."

This little game is quite interesting, if it is not about Chongning Immortal Lord, Ye Zhu might still find it very poetic.

Duanxiu reminded, "Wen Xing cut down two trees back then, and you are also the direct descendant of Xianjun, so you should also write two trees."

After she explained the matter, she looked at Ye Zhuo's lightning-like expression with a smile, and waved him happily to go down. Xianjun was dizzy when he heard it.While leaning on the wall and retreating quickly, he knocked on the head and quickly settled the account.

He has carved a lot of book bamboo, this kind of bamboo is very handsome and long, one has more than 20 knots, and one knot can make eight pieces, and one can be carved with about twenty characters, which is seven thousand characters, even if Ye Zhu desperately To write large characters, the thick ones are as black and thick as the eyebrows of the real person Duanyi, covering a vast area, and it takes about 1 characters, and two together, it is [-] characters.

You must know that the entire "Analects" of Confucius is about 1 words, that is to say, Ye Jue wants to flatter himself and write an entire "Analects of Confucius".

The sacrificial texts from ancient times to the present are well-known such as Han Yu's "Worship to the Twelve Langs" and Yuan Mei's "Sister Song" with no more than a thousand or two hundred words, and as few as three or five hundred words. Alas, alas, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

Ye Zhuo is not dead, so of course he can't write modal particles repeatedly to make up the number of words in his sacrificial oration.Those 1 words, I am afraid that Xianjun will have to open his crotch pants and wear them backwards when he was a child, and urinate on the bed several times, all the way to the 36 generations of his descendants, and write the sacrificial oracle as a genealogy.

It's a pity that Ye Zhuo has a good destiny of cutting off his children and grandchildren. He has no children and grandchildren at all, so there is nothing to make up.

Ye Zhuo stood on the flying kite, watching the sea of ​​clouds billowing in the distance, only felt his waist sore and his legs limp, top-heavy, and felt suffocating despair for the first time.

So when he finally left the Duanxiu Gate again, Ye Zhu once again lived up to everyone's expectations.

He patted his face in the mirror and saw a trace of lovelessness floating between his brows, so he interrupted to make full use of this state, went to Wen Xing to pretend to be pitiful, and tricked the elder's sympathy.

He stood at the door of the elder, knocked on the door, but did not knock.

Just when he was wondering whether Wen Xing was called away by an elder to "Guan Ai", the door suddenly opened.

Wen Xing glanced at him quickly, stepped aside and opened the door, "Come in."

The light in the room had to be brighter, and Ye Zhu saw that the broken hair on his forehead seemed to be dripping, as if he had just washed his face.

Wen Xing obviously wasn't used to the nonsense just said at the dinner table, his cheeks were still red even after washing.

Ye Zhuo naturally pushed him on the chair, then took a towel from the shelf, and gently pressed it on his face, but before he could touch it, Wen Xing suddenly grabbed his hand.

Ye Zhuo: "Teacher?"

Wen Xing seemed uneasy, he stood up from the stool quickly, helped Ye Jue's shoulders, wanted to push him down to sit, and said with a frown, "You don't have to do this."

Ye Zhu's mood that had been extremely bad just now warmed up instantly, he was obediently pushed down on the chair, raised his eyes and smiled and said, "I like doing this."

Wen Xing refused to look at him, he looked at the window on the left, and the flowers on the right, "Mmmmmm."

Ye Zhuo didn't forget what he was here for, he figured it out, Wen Xing was willing to act like a baby to Xianjun, but he refused to act like a baby to Ye Zhuo, so he would come back to Wen Xing, anyway, it's not a big deal Son, he sighed and grabbed Wen Xing's sleeve, "Teacher, I'm so flustered."

——Wen Xing didn't know whether he panicked or not, anyway, Wen Xing pushed him in a panic.

The muscles on his waist were stiff, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He lowered his head and asked him, "Why are you panicking?"

What Ye Zhuo was waiting for was his words, "Teacher, Elder Duanxiu asked me to write a sacrificial oration for the immortal king, but, you know, I am not familiar with the immortal king, so..."

He looked forward to it, "Can you lend me what you wrote back then?"

Wen Xing "..."

It was rare for him to force him once, and he took two steps back, shaking his head, "This is absolutely not possible."

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Ye Zhuo: Why did I roll over?It shouldn't be.

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