Advise Qingshan

After Xianjun finally finalized the poems to be copied, before he could return the scrolls, the door of the study room rang twice, and the gatekeeper opened the door and came in, smiling, "Senior, Elder Duanxiu sent me to send you a document .”

Ye Zhuo is now the grandson of Chongning Xianjun according to his seniority, ten or twenty times higher than all the disciples except Wen Xing. Duanxiu also wants to call him patriarch uncle, but because his cultivation base is too low, he cannot Convincing the public, the younger disciples are all called seniors,

It's okay for Duanxiu to find Ye Zhuo, she sent Ye Zhuo a charter for worshiping the mountain.It is said that after everyone's serious discussion and careful divination, the mountain worship ceremony is scheduled for the thirteenth fairy's birthday next month, which can be regarded as a birthday celebration for the fairy.

——It is a wonderful idea to let Xianjun worship Xianjun and pat Xianjun's rainbow fart to celebrate Xianjun's birthday.

Ye Zhu turned pale with shock, "Why don't I remember that my birthday is the thirteenth next month?"

But in today's situation, there is no other way but to pinch your nose and admit it.

This grand ceremony is originally once a year. All the new disciples have worshiped the ancestor together. Ye Zhu's situation is special. He is the only one in this grand ceremony. According to Duanxiu's meaning, he has to finish engraving his ten thousand characters before the thirteenth day of next month Flattering books, and read aloud in the main hall with eloquence, and worshiped the gentleness of Ta Ling under the attention of everyone, and finally under the kind eyes of the elders, he successfully joined Xiaquan and became the number one sword in the world. A member of Zong Guangrong has been fighting in the first camp of cultivation since then, contributing to the construction of Xiaquan.

Ye Zhuo took a deep breath and couldn't help but explode.

He suppressed the urge to scold his mother, for fear of frightening the disciples guarding the gate, he maintained a springy smile on his face, and said gently, "Elder Duanxiu ordered that it should be sooner rather than later, and you Elder Xuesong, please invite him to chop bamboo with me." .”

Probably because his smile was too inexplicable, the door guard disciple greeted him with a smile, and said in surprise, "The elder is studying at the door, you can go find him."

The disciple opened the door for him, pointed to a certain area behind the bookcase, and said

"The elder went out suddenly just now, and then Yujian turned around, and somehow came back again, and now he is reading in the Miscellaneous Notes of Official Travels."

Ye Zhuo asked, "When he went out, did his face burn?"

The disciple thought for a while, "I didn't pay attention, but I did seem uncomfortable."

Ye Zhuo thought, "Hey, you're really thin-skinned."

Wen Xing's current cultivation base is much higher than Ye Zhuo's, almost as soon as he got close, Wen Xing put down his book and turned his head to look at him.

Ye Zhu was not polite either, anyway, he is now a young disciple, so it doesn't matter if he is stubborn, so he threw himself straight at Wen Xing, and the person who jumped back took half a step, barely a foot away. Stop, hold Wen Xing's arm, pretend to be cute

"The ceremony of worshiping the mountain, what kind of flattery is that engraved... No, for the ten thousand character book, two bamboos need to be steamed, and the teacher will accompany the disciple to cut the bamboo?"

Xianjun held his breath in his heart and deliberately teased him. The "disciple" said that it was a twist and turn, but there was really no sorrow and hatred.

Wen Xing almost dropped the book on the ground, he put the book back on the shelf almost stiffly, pulled Ye Zhu off forcefully, and then sighed, "Of course I want to accompany you."

So the two of them entered the bamboo sea with their swords. During this period, Wen Xing seemed to hesitate for a moment, and asked him, "Do you really want to engrave?"

Ye Juxu hugged his waist and complained, "Yes, I don't want to, but where is the process, what should I do if I don't do it?"

Wen Xing paused, and said softly, "It's not a must, if you don't want to stay here, we can go out and live."

Ye Zhuo was clever, poking his head behind his back, "Going out to live? Are you going down to the spring?"

Wen Xing nodded, "En."

Ye Zhuo immediately shook his head, "It's not right, Xianjun just expressed his opinion, and you have just justified your name. Now that you move out of Xiaquan, I don't know what kind of gossip will be caused. It's not good for your reputation."

Wen Xing shook his head, "I don't really care."

——Obviously some time ago, he still cherished his feathers so much, and cared so much about other people's evaluations and opinions.

Ye Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, half ironing the post and half happy, and suddenly became happy, as if something kissed the tip of his heart.

So he embraced Wen Xing, and suddenly felt an urge to hug him from behind, then kiss or kiss his neck with his lips, and even had the urge to lick that piece of skin that had never seen the light.

Ye Zhuo coughed to cover up, and rejected the proposal, "No need, just write some words. Although I don't know how to write the content yet, it's not too difficult."

He squinted his eyes, "If the teacher is really considerate of his disciples, it will be fine if I copy the things you wrote back then."

However, the good teacher who was still caring for his students just now changed his face instantly, Wen Xing and his relatives shook their heads in disbelief, and unswervingly gave him a three consecutive rejections: "No, no, no."

Ye Zhuo just wanted to copy homework, but Wen Xing, who wanted to pamper him, said it was bad twice, and Ye Zhuo felt very bad.

He grabbed Wen Xing's dangling sleeve and said in despair, "Why not, teacher, help me! My disciple's literary level is lacking, I really can't write this."

Wen Xing took a step back, still shaking his head.

Ye Zhu was indignant, he didn't want to copy that much at first, but Wen Xing kept shaking his head, he seemed to have a dog's tail scratching in his heart, and he insisted on asking the bottom line "But what you wrote should be readable by people, and it should be I read it aloud in front of disciple Xiaquan, why can't I be the only one to read it."

Wen Xing suffocated for breath.

Ye Zhuo blinked, looked at him sideways, and smirked, "Teacher, did you write bad things about Immortal Chongning?"

Wen Xing pulled out the sleeves he was holding forcibly, and said helplessly, "I really don't have any."

He took Ye Chuan down in the bamboo sea, collected Changsui, knocked here and there, pretending to help his apprentice find bamboo, and said, "It was all written when I was young. It's not good, so don't read it."

Ye Zhuo thought about it again, yes, Wen Xing is only a few years old when he worships the mountain, and his writing style is probably not that good. If he wants to flatter him, he can't shoot smoothly. He definitely doesn't want to let people read it. Ye Zhuo was not happy to show it to others.

If he pushes others with himself, he will not force Wen Xing anymore.

Ye Jue was still curious, but pretending to be casual, he half turned around, kicked the stone under his feet, looked at Wen Xing from the corner of his eye, and asked him

"Teacher, the story of Chongning Xianjun is so evil, in your opinion, what kind of person should he be?"

Wen Xing didn't speak for a moment.

Ye Zhu didn't ask any further questions, he even turned his whole body on his back, pretending to study the grain of a bamboo, he was so full of ecstasy and amazement, as if he didn't care about the answer to the question at all.

Wen Xing also carried it back bit by bit, pointed the back of his head to Ye Zhuo's, and began to observe a small insect eye on the green bamboo. After a long time, the wind in the forest was quiet, and the two of them didn't make a sound. When even the chirping of birds and cicadas could be clearly heard, he said softly

"Xianjun... is a very gentle and interesting person."

This is a completely unexpected answer from Ye Zhu.

——Ye Chongning is the sword lord of the eternal Lingxiao. No matter what angle he looks at, he is a person as firm as a rock and as hard as iron. When can the slightly gentle and weak words like gentle and funny be applied to him?

He pretended to be calm and walked half a circle around the bamboo, without taking his eyes off the lines on the bamboo, as if he could stare at the flowers, and asked, "Why do you say that, I heard others comment on the immortals, they are indestructible and indomitable. Hard and firm, cold and hard to others."

Wen Xing still turned his back to him, and even took two steps forward, the tip of his nose almost touched the bamboo joint, the further the two walked, his voice became softer and softer, from Ye Zhu's point of view, even with There is a long meaning of two points of erratic.

"That's not the case. When I first entered Xiaquan, I also felt that Xianjun was superior. With that status, he should be a very difficult person to get along with. At that time, I was selected as his sword servant. I... Tell the truth ,I'm scared."

Ye Zhuo listened to him, but didn't speak, just said "Yes."

"Later, I read Xianjun's "You Xianlu" in my spare time. I was a little confused. Why would a fairy spend his pen and ink to describe such things as Yishan's after-rain mushrooms, Jiangchuan's thin-skinned wontons, Daxing's snow-colored pearl tribute rice, and so on? There are schools of fish racing against the setting sun in Zhangjiang River, those should be meaningless in the eyes of Dongxi monks, at that time, I felt that maybe he...was not what I thought."

He seemed to straighten out his thoughts, he started talking, and it was very easy to continue talking.

"Later, Xianjun got Baiyutan for the first time, and I saw his scribbled prose on the title page, saying, 'The world doesn't know me, and I persuade Qingshan with wine', so I was very surprised. Xianjun is even more prominent. He has countless historical records and countless scriptures. He is the most dazzling existence in this river and mountain. Would you say 'the world does not know'?"

Wen Xing paused, watching the bamboo grove in the distance begin to empty out, "But after seeing him, I feel that he is indeed 'unknown'."

"Do you know? When I found the book of Youxianlu, it was placed in a dusty corner. The monks in Xiaquan did not admit that this book, which has nothing to do with cultivation, was written by the fairy, because the fairy in Xiaquan Palace Jun would not have the leisure to eat mushroom ravioli, and I also thought at the time that this book might have been written by someone else."

"But it's true, he...is a completely different person from the records. He is neither dusty nor cold. To be honest, he is very gentle."

The last few words were spoken in an almost inaudible voice.

This may be the longest sentence Ye Zhu has said since he met Wen Xing.

Strange to say, Ye Zhuo has received countless mixed comments throughout his life. Before he preached the Tao, many people called him a deviant, but after he preached the Tao, there were many people who said he dared to be the first in the world. And feet.

Xianjun has never written an autobiography, and people's understanding of him only comes from other people's evaluations. Later, Xiaquan Palace gradually flourished, and it almost wanted to become the top of the immortal sect. Therefore, after several generations, Chongning Xianjun was killed by his descendants. He is a complete myth, he is not like a living person, but more like a target or a monument, just stand there straight, as for what kind of person he is, what kind of character is, it is just the most insignificant thing in the vast history After all, no one would point to a stone tablet and say that he is kind and gentle.

Ye Zhuo blinked, and suddenly some deep throbbing came out of his heart and flowed into his limbs. It was so warm and comfortable, he thought

"Wen Xing may not like Ye Chongning, he may just like me."

At such a time, Xianjun's first reaction was to be dumbfounded. He let out a few snorts, a little relieved, but also a little bit unwilling. He almost blurted out, wanting to ask him

"You have only met Immortal Chongning twice, and you think he is very good. What about Ye Zhu, you have been together for so long, do you think Ye Zhu is very good?"

But in the end, Xianjun, who has always been unrestrained, rarely became reserved. He swallowed the question that rolled on the tip of his tongue, and naturally changed the subject, "Teacher, I think this bamboo is good, what do you think?"

When these words came out, the atmosphere just now disappeared. Wen Xingtong turned around with his hands and feet, pretending to be calm, and looked at his eyes. Seeing that he had chosen a slender and green tree, he went to look at the roots of the bamboo. How about.

He lowered his head slightly, tapped with his fingers, and after probing, he said, "It's not bad."

He was as tall as Ye Zhu, and Ye Zhu could see the top of his hair at a glance when he lowered his head. He stretched out his hand, pulled off a bamboo leaf from the back of his neck, held it in his palm, and asked him, "Can you blow leaves?"

Wen Xing shook his head, "I won't."

Ye Ju pulled another fallen leaf from the back of his neck, handed it to him, and asked, "Are you learning from me?"

Wen Xing also held the leaf in his palm, and looked up at him, "Is it difficult?"

Ye Zhuo waved his hand, "It's not difficult, it's very simple." He mysteriously put a hand into his sleeve, fumbled around in a pile of talismans, and smiled at Wen Xing

"I have to make some preparations first. It's rare that you want to learn something from me. Standing still doesn't have the atmosphere of a teacher teaching students. You stand and wait for me, don't move."

Wen Xing nodded his head slightly, only to hear a gust of wind whistling, Ye Jue suddenly flew into the air, submerged in layers of bamboo leaves, he raised his head, and saw that the bamboo sea above his head seemed to be disturbed by something, the leaves fluttered one after another When it fell, a pruning bamboo suddenly bent, but it was Ye Jue who suddenly appeared in front of him. He sat obliquely on the top of a bamboo, bent the bamboo pole, and bent it just in front of Wen Xing's eyes.

Wen Xing took a step back, and saw misty green bamboos in the forest, and the man on the bamboos had handsome eyebrows and sculpted eyes.

Ye Zhuo raised the bamboo leaf in his hand, slightly bent his eyebrows, and asked him, "Elder, can I teach you how to play Fengyang flower drum?"

For an instant, Wen Xing's heart beat like a drum.

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The Chinese teacher said that we must learn to keep asking questions, so that the composition will not go off topic, so I will ask questions