Advise Qingshan

Having not drank alcohol for so many years, Ye Zhuo drank too much that night.

After a few cups, he completely forgot that he had no cultivation at this time, and he was no longer able to drink as much as a fairy, so he drank happily one by one, and then when he opened the window and wanted to point Wen Xing to the fireworks outside the building, he snapped, He fell straight onto Wen Xing's body, and his two heads bumped together, causing one to stagger.

Ye Jue stood up, rubbed the top of his hair distressedly, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

His impact force was nothing to tickle, Wen Xing lowered his head to make it easier for him to rub, but Ye Zhu only moved for a moment, then withdrew his hand, so Wen Xing said in a strange way, "Yes... Actually A little pain."

Ye Zhuo was in a hurry, hugged his head, and asked, "Shall I blow it?"

Wen Xing quickly pressed him down, "It's okay, it's already fine."

Compared with ordinary drunken and crazy people, Xianjun is more obedient and not difficult to serve at all. He looked at Wen Xing fixedly, without making any noise, and pressed his shoulders to get up, shook his head, said oh, "Then let's go."

He staggered and took two steps, "I'm drunk, shall we go back to Boshan Palace?"

Wen Xing stretched out his hand to stop him, but he didn't stop him, so he could only hug him halfway, and sighed, "Going back with such a smell of alcohol, I should be punished by Elder Duanxiu."

Ye Zhuo didn't know how long his ears were, he just didn't hear the word Duanxiu, and asked with a smile, "Then how does Elder Xue Song plan to punish me?"

Just as Wen Xing was about to say that I can't punish you, he heard Ye Jue snapping his fingers and saying, "Do you want me to kneel down? Or do you want to hit me with a ruler?"

Wen Xing froze on the spot, anxiously said, "How is it possible?"

"Oh, don't be nervous. In fact, if you want to play tricks... I can't play on my knees." Ye Zhu muttered, "The ruler... the ruler hurts too much, but it seems that the teachers and students in the world are very good at it. Pop this."

Wen Xing "..."

Ye Zhuo turned his head and asked Wen Xing, "Have you seen it?"

Where did the elder come into contact with this? He had no idea what Ye Jue was talking about, so he could only sigh, "No."

Ye Zhuo got excited, and began to point Jiangshan, "Actually, in our situation, it is very easy to write scripts. There are two conventional routines."

Wen Xing could only agree with him, "Yes."

"The first one, I am a teacher and your apprentice, I am a fairy and you are a demon, I am virtuous and cold as ice, and you are a little white poplar who has suffered a lot and has a deep hatred. With a heart like iron, we tortured and tortured, mixed with the ruler and whip to kill and imprison, and finally reached the harmony of life."

Wen Xing "...?"

Ye Zhuo put out two fingers, "The second type, you are my apprentice, you are my demon, you are charming and arrogant, I am ignorant, pure and kind, but you treat me like a cauldron, and you hurt me. I just laughed it off, so I started to look like a beast with a human face and a heart like a beast, and I became a righteous leader who has no emotions, and I brought you to justice. harmony."

Wen Xing "...?"

I don't know what kind of nonsense he was talking about. Ye Jue mixed in a lot of common sayings. Wen Xing half understood it. He hugged the drunk cat by the waist, dragged him to the bed forcibly, and raised the volume, "It's too late." Alright, Ye Zhu, let's go to sleep."

Drunk Cat grasped the point again, flipped his hands and pressed Wen Xing, "Are we sleeping? Us?"

Wen Xing's heart was beating so fast, Ye Jue probably hugged him like a pillar, his chin rested on his shoulder, and his breath sprayed on his neck, causing him to turn red from neck to chin.

Drunk Cat repeats "Are we sleeping?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was already so soft that his entire weight was pressed up. Wen Xing sighed, hugged Ye Zhuo and placed him on the bed. When he was pulling the quilt, he suddenly saw Ye Zhuo's chest bulge, like I put something in a hurry.

Putting things in his arms, it would be easy to get upset when he turned over while sleeping, so Wen Xing planned to take them out and put them away for him. He grabbed the thread that was exposed outside, and stretched out his hand to hook it, and a golden tassel came out.

The workmanship of this thing is rough, as if it was typed out by an old farm woman. Wen Xing wondered when he had it, put the tassels next to Ye Zhuo's pillow, and said softly, "Put it here for you?"

Ye Zhuo tilted his head, rolled into a ball with the quilt, covered his ears with his hands, and said, "Close the window for me, it's so noisy outside."

It was only then that Wen Xing noticed the voices outside. There seemed to be countless people coming and going, and a woman's choked cry "Yuan Lang!" was heard amidst the discussions.

He opened the window, and countless people with torches gathered on the shore, as if they were aiming at something, Wen Xing looked, and could vaguely see undulating human heads.

Judging by this posture, there is no doubt that someone fell into the water.

It was the dry season at this time, the Zhang River was flowing gently, and the river surface was narrow. Wen Xing swept down from the window, stepped on the water surface for a few steps, and heard exclamations from the shore, Wen Xing reached into the water, and lifted the drowning man. The man picked it up straight away, and the people on the shore began to applaud. He landed on the shore in a few rushes, and let go of the people in his hands.

The crowd gathered together in a huddle.

The woman saw that the man's face was black and blue, not like a living person, she immediately knelt down in front of the man, sobbing and crying.

Wen Xing sniffed and said, "Not dead."

So the people around rushed up to press the chest and abdomen, and they rushed to save people. Wen Xing didn't understand this, so he got out of the way and prepared to leave. Before he could take a step, he saw the man throwing up his head and spitting out Jiang Shui, wake up.

He stuffed something to the girl as if offering a treasure, and the girl beat him twice angrily, then hugged the man's neck and began to cry.

This man was also strange, after falling into the water, not only was he not sad, but he also talked to the girl with a smile, "It's a good chance that I caught it. Our marriage is a certainty, and there can be no twists and turns."

There was a sigh of relief all around.

Wen Xingben had already left, but when he heard this, he turned his head slightly, his pupils shrank suddenly.

He has sharp eyes, and what the man gave to the girl just now is clearly a golden tassel.

The workmanship is rough and the color is tacky, but it is exactly the same as the one in Ye Zhuo's skirt.

At that moment, something was churning wildly in his mind, and he was so rushed that he couldn't stand still, so Wen Xing stopped them, and said anxiously, "Excuse me... what is this tassel?"

It was the first time the people around me were approached by the elder fairy, and they explained to him in a hurry, "Oh, it's the tassels on the Kongming lantern that prays for the immortal king to bless the marriage."

"Pray to Xianjun, let Xianjun testify that he wants to grow old with the person who put the lamp together."

"Xiao Xian grows up and puts a cup with the person you like in the future, it's very spiritual."

"Marriage...marriage lamp?"

Wen Xing didn't know from which sentence he froze in place. He felt that his face was extraordinarily hot. It seemed that the autumn tigers were all concentrated in today. He was so burned that he was at a loss. He grabbed the hem of his clothes with his fingers. After a long time, he spoke softly Ask "People will only put this light on with, people who want to grow old together? It won't be anyone else"

The people around were taken aback for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Of course, if you are looking for marriage, who else can you let go of? You can't ask your father, your mother, your teacher to let this kind of thing go?"

"Haha, the teacher will break his leg."

It was as if Wen Xing had been scalded by the word 'teacher', and there was only one bare thought left in his head, which lingered in his mind over and over again, making him hardly able to separate a sliver of sanity to think about it. something else.

"Ye Zhu knows, what kind of lamp did he and I put?" He thought, "Did he choose this on purpose, or did he choose it randomly?"

His mind was spinning a thousand times for a while, and he couldn't wait for a moment. He brushed away the crowd, even said several excuses, and directly sacrificed the flying sword, rushing towards the street.

However, when he squeezed through the crowd, he didn't want to show any demeanor. He finally found the old woman selling lanterns before closing the stall, but he suddenly felt a bit of cowardice, which was close to his hometown. He was inexplicably flustered, and then he walked more and more slowly. , and finally stopped, standing still a few feet away from the pavement.

The woman was still sitting at the corner of the street. Today is obviously a special day. People who come and go are willing to buy a lantern. The scholar in green shirt bought the light blue one, and the person doing small business on the street bought the golden one. Yes, those loving couples picked Zhenghong, and the golden tassels floated in the air, as light and beautiful as the moving lights.

In the end, it was the old woman who saw Wen Xing first.

She was already about to close the stall, so she squinted her eyes at Wen Xing for a while, then waved at Wen Xing, told him to come over, and asked, "What's the matter, young man?"

Wen Xing half-kneeled in front of the stall, looked at the old woman, hesitated for a moment, gestured to her, and asked softly, "Grandma, do you remember that there was a person who bought a lamp, dressed in purple, and he looked good..."

He paused, but before he finished describing, he saw the old woman slap her forehead and said with a smile, "Oh, he, remember, I have never seen such a standard brother in my whole life. He bought a set from me." A marriage lamp..."

Wen Xing's voice became softer, almost to the point of being inaudible, "Then does he know that what he bought is a marriage lamp?"

The old woman gave him a blank look, "Of course I know, no one who puts a lamp knows what he is asking for."

She blamed, "This is the marriage lamp that the little brother asked me for."