Advise Qingshan

As soon as Wen Xing was about to leave, Ye Zhuo immediately took a step forward, "Don't, don't, what are you doing?"

He changed the subject bluntly, "It's finally settled, I'll go to the mountain to have a look."

When they were choosing on the map, they picked a very remote mountain peak. Now they have passed the sword all the way, and they are almost out of the boundary of Xiaquan. There are several surrounding mountain peaks that can’t find monks. Looking down, they can see it. Houses of mortals.

When they landed on the top of the peak, the first thing that caught their eyes was a bluish-white Shoushan stone inserted on the top of the mountain. This stone was about the size of a grand master's chair, and the surface was polished smooth and round, without a word.

Ye Zhuo touched the stone, his hands were delicate and warm, he liked it very much, this stone was nominated for the peak owner, and the name of the mountain would be engraved on it, Ye Zhuo turned his head and asked Wen Xing, "What name do you plan to name? ?”

Standing behind, Wen Xing shook his head, "You name it, I'm not very good at naming names."

Ye Zhuo sighed, "This is embarrassing me, and I don't know how to do it."

——Thinking about the only names he ever picked, Wen Mangta is homonymous and illiterate, as ugly as it sounds, there are countless names in the world, but it is a good choice, but it is a pity that they were written by Qin Guan and were detained by Ye Zhuo.

It can be seen from this that the literary talent of Xianjun's naming depends only on the literary talent of the book he borrowed from. It may be difficult for him to think for himself.

If you talk about pagoda spirits and sword spirits, you can name them whatever you want, but he is not happy to ask Ye Zhuo to name his home at will.

Ye Zhuo shook the pot, "No, you are the peak master, you want one."

Wen Xing thought about it seriously, and suggested, "Why don't we call it Chang Sui?"

——Yeah, I directly used Xianjun's words.

Ye Zhuo: "...It's really a good name for cutting corners."

He rejected this unreasonable request on the spot, and even couldn't help but slander:

"Your master is called Changsui, your sword is called Changsui, and the mountain you live in should also be called Changsui. At that time, you will raise another me called Changsui on the mountain. When the time comes, Changsui will grow fruit under the Changsui tree. You and I on the mountain, are you a long-term child bride? Why do you like two words so much?"

Of course, Ye Zhu would never talk nonsense in front of Wen Xing, so he just vetoed his proposal reservedly, and planned to borrow two poems and songs for reference and copy a name.

Ye Zhuo asked, "Do you have any books? The Book of Songs, Chu Ci and Analects will do."

Wen Xingdao, "There are scripture pavilions."

Ye Zhu immediately rolled up his sleeves, "Let me copy it."

Then they were on this unnamed mountain, before their buttocks warmed up, Wen Xing took him to the library again with Yu Jian.

He came to Xiaquan in a hurry last time, and he went there in a hurry, so he hasn't looked carefully at Xiaquan for many years. Ye Zhu stood on the flying sword and looked down. Cultivators like to use formations to strengthen houses. The long eaves of the Fei Pavilion have never changed for thousands of years, and the color is not dim.

But it may be because there are more and more books. The library building has been expanded more than one circle. It is located on the hillside below the Mingguang Hall.

They entered the gate and showed their badges to the disciple guarding the gate. When the disciple saw Wen Xing, he laughed and said, "Elder Xuesong, you still have your study room."

Wen Xing nodded, and the disciple turned to Ye Zhuo, "This newcomer..." He lowered his head and glanced at his waist card, seeing that he didn't have a Taoist name yet, he asked, "Young Taoist priest, do you want to open a study room alone? "

This library is huge, and all inner disciples have their own study room for them to copy and read books.However, most of the books here are related to cultivation and enlightenment, and Ye Zhuo has no interest.He said, "No need, I don't read books often."

Almost at the same time, Wen Xing seemed to remember something, his expression tensed, "Give him a private room."

They looked at each other. Ever since Ye Zhuo appeared in the identity of Chongning Xianjun last time and asked Wen Xing to act like a baby, he himself took the lead. As a model leader, he learned the skill of acting like a baby to his teacher without a teacher. Blinking, said softly, "Teacher, I don't want to read alone."

Chongning Xianjun, as a sword lord, has always been known for being invincible, and his attitude is not harder, only the toughest. In history books, we often see words such as "Xianjun sneered all over", "Xianjun's eyes widened with anger" and more detailed such as "Xianjun laughed wildly three times , False records such as "hands up and down with a knife, blood flowing into a river" show how he looks in the eyes of ordinary people. It is rare for him to be soft, and his power is undoubtedly amazing.

Wen Xing suffocated for breath.

Within one round, Elder Xuesong was defeated.

They took the key from the gatekeeper and walked side by side through the corridor full of books. Ye Jue looked at the neatly arranged books, and suddenly remembered that he accidentally caught a glimpse of Wen Xing Yimeng in Yishan. His slender knuckles flicked these scrolls, as if he was grinding ink and copying them in the afternoon.

Ye Zhuo asked him, "Before, did you often come here to read?"

Wen Xing hummed and said, "Come here often."

Ye Zhuo asked again, "Then what kind of books do you usually like to read?"

He intended to understand more, but his apprentice taught too little, he was indifferent to everything, and couldn't see what he liked, which made Xianjun unable to match his preferences and show off his talents.

This is not a difficult question, who knew that after Wen Xing heard it, he was silent for a while, and said vaguely, "It's nothing, I like many books."

Ye Zhuo saw that he didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more. He looked down at the number plate given by the gatekeeper. At this time, the small attic belonging to Wen Xing was in front of him, so he wanted to open the door with the key in Wen Xing's hand. Who knew that Wen Xing would stagger away from him, he took a step forward and didn't open the door. Before Ye Jue could react, he flashed into the door very quickly.

And slammed the door shut.

——It looks so guilty.

Ye Ju was puzzled, "Is there something you don't want me to see?"

He laughed and shook his head, "It's as if I'm one of those parents who peek into privacy."

He deliberately stopped at the door for a while, he pushed the door open and walked in, Wen Xing was already seated, he didn't even know where he found out a pack of tea leaves, Ye Zhu grabbed the teapot before him, and divided it for him and himself At the meeting, he tried his best to play the role of a well-behaved disciple, and said with a smile, "Why does the teacher do it by himself and doesn't call me? How can the teacher make tea by himself when there is no disciple in front of him?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Wen Xing didn't know what he thought of, so he stretched out his hand, pressed the handle of the teapot, and said, "I'll do it."

Ye Zhuo: "Huh?"

Wen Xing put in more effort, almost snatching the teapot from Ye Zhuo's hands, and persisted until "I'll do it."

When he was less than this tough, Ye Zhu let out a cry, let go of his hand obediently, Wen Xing took the teapot, poured Ye Zhu's cup, and put it on the rightmost side by the handle, where Ye Ju couldn't reach at all place, coughed, quickly grabbed an unknown book from the bookcase, and read it hard.

Ye Zhuo was even more confused.

Fortunately, he still remembered why he came to the library, so he got up from his chair, went to Wen Xing's bookcase to pick and choose, turned his head while picking, and asked Wen Xing with a smile, "The Book of Songs, Li Du, Wang Bai, what are you doing?" Whose poem do you want me to copy?"

Wen Xing pursed his lips lightly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally nodded and said, "It's all good."

Ye Zhuo was afraid that others would say that everything was good, even more afraid that Wen Xing said that everything was good, so he sat back on the table and asked him, "Even if you like them all, there must be one you like more than the others."

He deliberately dragged out his voice, "Hey, my Elder Cedar, this is your little home, don't be so casual, just tell me, who do you like?"

He spread out one by one, and then used the coquettish tone before, and said seductively, "Choose one."

Wen Xing turned his head to the side, his neck was red to the back of his ears, and he stopped looking at him.

Ye Zhu stood up, "That is to say, you don't like it?"

He sighed, walked back to the bookshelf, and picked and picked, "Okay, I think there are only a few of the most famous ones. If you don't like them, what about Shen Kuo and Zhang Dai who are less famous?"

He pulled out several books in a row, and suddenly one of them was stuck tightly. He pulled hard, and suddenly there was a bang, as if a book had fallen. Ye Zhuo looked down, and saw that it was an old yellow page. The book, with the back facing up, couldn't see the cover clearly, so I lowered my head to pick it up.

He made a haha, "What is this, it looks familiar."

But Wen Xing took a step faster, hurriedly pressed the spine of the book, and almost rushed to protect it behind him, Ye Zhu raised his eyes and asked, Wen Xing quickly pulled out the book, his entire handsome face was flushed.

For a moment, Ye Zhu almost thought that he was ill, so he quickly went to touch his forehead, asking him "what's the matter?"

He stretched out his hand and wanted to put the book Wen Xing was holding back on the shelf. Unexpectedly, Wen Xing looked at him steadily, closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind suddenly, and put a pile of Li, Du, Wang, and White on the desk. Stepping aside, put the book in his hand on the desk, and said softly but firmly, "I like this!"

Ye Zhuo didn't react for a while, and didn't hear what he said clearly, so he asked, "What?"

Wen Xing pulled his hand away from the book cover, repeated softly, the voice became smaller and smaller, and then took an unnatural step back, barely audible, "I like this..."

Ye Zhu blinked. This was the first time Wen Xing had explicitly expressed his liking. He felt a little jealous for a moment, and couldn't help but glance at the spine of the book, wanting to see which author it was, but the gilded font was completely blurred. , he squinted his eyes, looked at the title of the book with half resentment and half disdain, and saw three large characters with gilding peeling off—"You Xian Lu"

Ye Zhuo "..."

"Fuck?"

It turned out to be nonsense written by Immortal Chongning when he was traveling in the past.

Ye Zhuo was complicated for a while, on the one hand he was secretly delighted, on the other hand he couldn't help complaining, "Wen Xing is a fool, he likes Ye Chongning so much, he can watch such nonsense. It's not as good as a paper man, I'm so jealous."

Ta Ling, who was just called over with the name of a staff officer "?"

Ye Zhuo's expression changed several times, he stared blankly at Wen Xing for a long time, and squeezed out a sentence, "Master, I think your appreciation level may need to be improved, Li Du, Wang Bai's writing is better."

Wen Xing was panicked at first, those two words just now seemed to pump his whole body's strength, and Ye Jue's reaction made him feel a little bit annoyed, now he couldn't calm down anymore, he put the book indiscriminately on the bookshelf After the last cut, he hurriedly said, "Forget it, you can choose, there are still some things, I'll go first."

He had a fever on his face, and Ye Jue's face also had a fever, and it was too late to stop him. When he realized it, Wen Xing really ran away.

So Ye Zhuo stood alone in the study room and flipped through a collection of essays. He couldn't bear to read who the author was, and stared at the name of the poem on the far right and started to be dazed.

Ta Ling coughed, "Xianjun, the soul is back."

Ye Zhuo hurriedly lowered his head, pretending to flip through the book, "What do you say the mountain between me and Wen Xing is called? You Xianlu, is it called Xianshan?"

Taling: "...what a silly name, it's better than this if I pick it up casually."

Ye Zhuo was timid, he talked too much when he was guilty, and he wanted to raise an argument when he was guilty, so he immediately went to choke Ta Ling, "Although my name is not very good, but it's not better than this, right? .”

Wen Mang rolled his eyes, "Turn it over, there are two words at the beginning of each page, I don't believe it can be more stupid."

Ye Zhu was in embarrassment, so he flipped it casually, and found the billowing river in the east of the Yangtze River. The waves scoured all the heroes, and the first two words were "rolling". He raised his head in disbelief and said, "Wen Mang, I know you are illiterate, but you are really I think Rolling Mountain is very good... what is this?"

Wen Mang squeezed him away, "What are you flipping through, let me do it."

He flipped through it casually, and it really was a famous article through the ages. When he found it, "If you want to compare the West Lake to Xizi, light makeup and heavy touch are always suitable." '

Ye Zhuo continued to raise the bar and said, "Tell me, Yuba Mountain or Danzhuang Mountain, which one do you think is better."

Wen Mang "..."

He is serious, "Hui Xianjun, I think that the desire to find the mountain is very suitable for you to search for, but it is a pity that the beauty turns a blind eye to you. The subordinate is so skillful, and it is really clever to find such a meaningful name. Why not just this. "

Ye Zhuo waved his hand to signal him to get out of here.

Xianjun continued to bury his head and study hard, as if his head was poor, his knuckles slid across the book, and finally stopped on the yellowed pages.He pointed to Wen Mang, "Is this sentence good?"

Ta Ling leaned over to look at it, but there were four sentences describing the scenery: "There are trickling pines, and there are ripples below. The clear snow is full of bamboos, and the fish and boats are separated by the stream."

Ye Zhuo calmed down his trembling little heart, and finally he was able to carefully appreciate the poems in his hands. He held his chin to recall

"The mountain I picked with Wen Xing is covered by pines and bamboos. In winter, the mountains are covered with snow and bamboos. In spring, the water is full of peach blossoms. There is a deep pool down the stream. People at the bottom of the mountain are tied to boats and bamboos. When you go boating on it in your spare time, you may be able to catch a few. mandarin fish."

He continued to move down, scribing the middle four sentences with his fingertips, pausing for a moment on "Ke Ren Ru Yu", and scratched to the last four sentences "Supernatural and strange, unstoppable. Like the dawn of the moon, like the autumn of Qi."

Ye Zhuo rolled the character "like the dawn of the moon, like the autumn of the air" on the tip of his tongue several times, put down his pen and ink, and suddenly felt wonderful.

Speaking of Xianjun, he has seen countless beauties over the years, but he has never seen someone like Wen Xing. If you say he is shallow and indisputable, you can endure the white prison, and say that he has something to ask for and fights for. Clear and self-sustaining, others smoothed the edges and corners, but he seems to be born with a gentle and round jade, originally without any edges and corners, if you don't pierce you, you can't make him change a little bit, even if the face changes, the inside is the same of. "

So Ye Zhuo originally thought that he likes spring the most in four seasons, full of bustle and bustle of flowers, but now he suddenly sees "like the dawn of the moon, like the autumn of the air", but he is dazzled, and he refuses to move away. "

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Ye Chongning, the former fairy: a flirtatious dude, a provocative brothel.

Ye Zhuo now: Don't ask, asking is just cowardly.

Ye Zhu: I don't want to!

I want starfish to feed ╰(●'?'●)╮