Advise Qingshan

"Be my Taoist companion."

After Ye Zhu finished speaking, he didn't dare to look at Wen Xing's expression, he buried his face on Wen Xing's shoulder and stopped talking.

Wen Xing hesitated for a moment, turned his face, and lightly pecked his cheek.

He is shy by nature, he talks in a roundabout way, and when he kisses people, it is not unreasonable at all.

Ye Zhuo sat up slowly, pressed him on the head of the bed, and threatened him, "Think about it, with your cultivation level, you can marry a concubine with 28 rooms."

Wen Xing blinked, "I don't marry a concubine."

Ye Zhuo had nothing to say now, he knelt and sat by the bed, his arms and the head of the bed formed a narrow space, Wen Xing was trapped inside, the elders folded their hands on the quilt, hanging down His eyes were docile and innocent. Ye Zhuo felt that as an old goblin who was thousands of years old, he couldn't abduct children, so he told him

"If you agree, it will be mine alone in the future. The two of us are equivalent to handing over the deed of prostitution to each other, and we will not be able to hook up everywhere in the future."

Without venting his anger, Wen Xing said bluntly, "Of course I won't hook up."

——Ye Chongning is talented.

Ye Zhuo beamed with joy, so he leaned his face closer, "If you have no objection, just kiss me again, will it count as a signature and seal?"

Wen Xing had never seen such an absurd signature and stamp in his life. He stared at Ye Chuo intently, his ears turned red, turned his face away, and whispered, "It was stamped just now."

Ye Zhuo said awe-inspiringly, "It doesn't count, it was a deposit just now, and now it's a formal contract."

Wen Xing opened and closed his lips, as if he wanted to scold him for talking nonsense, but he finally held back and complained, "I didn't see you cover either."

Ye Ju couldn't get what he wanted, so he held his face and smacked on his forehead, bargaining, "You can kiss the cheek and forehead for the deposit, but for the formal contract, we need to kiss elsewhere."

Wen Xing has never seen such a battle before. After all, there are many Taoist couples from the immortal family who raise their eyebrows and respect each other like a guest. He looked at Ye Zhuo's handsome face close at hand, but couldn't say a word, so he directly pushed Ye Zhu away, panicking Putting on the shoes, he said, "Rong...we will discuss it later."

Ye Zhuo rolled onto the bed and started to play dead, "Hey, I pushed so hard, I slipped up to my waist."

When it came to his body, Wen Xing really fell for it, hurried back, knelt and sat under the bed, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Ye Zhuo's expression twisted, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much."

Wen Xing lowered his eyes in a hurry, and was about to lift the clothes around his waist with his hands, but Ye Jue grasped it, put that slender hand to his mouth, and kissed him on the wrist.

Wen Xing withdrew his hand like lightning, took two steps back, looked at Ye Zhu in disbelief, then he held that hand, turned around quickly, and rushed out from the door on the second floor.

Although Wen Xing left, he didn't go far. He wanted to take Ye Zhuo back to the mountain, so he took a seat on the second floor.

There were many hangover guests on the boat, and they all got up late, and it was extremely sluggish in the early morning, and there was no one on the stage, Wen Xing scanned around, and was attracted by the word "Xiaquan" painted in gold on the front.

This is a horizontal scroll of a couplet, with four big characters painted on iron and silver hooks "Going down to the spring and looking east."

He glanced left and right, and the upper line was "I saw Linjiang, I was exile's demeanor, and my heart was speechless."

Wen Xing withdrew his gaze, but he heard a hoarse male voice laughing from behind, "This couplet was written by my teacher Yunyou, look at Elder Xuesong, is it interesting?"

Wen Xing looked back, and saw that the man was wearing a blue-black costume, with a wreath around his belt, and the ink from the opera was still on his face. If Ye Zhuo was here, he should have recognized that he was wearing the costume of Chang Huan last night. The actor of the yarn girl.

He accepted this person's gift calmly, and replied, "Young Master Qingwan."

Strange to say, most of the demon cultivators have little interest in other than fancy killing. Qing Wan, a serious demon cultivator, is actually a multi-faceted talent who develops interests and hobbies. Unexpectedly, it has made a lot of achievements in the aspect of pear blossoms bringing rain.

Wen Xing didn't see him singing the opera last night, but Ye Jue saw it, and the eyes of the people crying for him were straightened, wishing he could immediately kick the one who sang Xianjun and take him home as a concubine.

Of course, if the gentlemen below know that this man is not only good at singing, but also good at killing all directions in the Three Realms Competition, and beat up a group of monks crying for their fathers and mothers, will they still have these wonderful little thoughts.

Qingwan seemed to be just passing by. He took a wet cloth and was taking off the makeup on his face. After greeting Wen Xing, he hurried away. gold.

It just so happened that the manager came to greet Wen Xing for tea, and Wen Xing asked, "Who was that person just now?"

The director laughed and said, "I came to sing an opera, and I sang very well. Unfortunately, I heard that I only have time for half a month, so I left after a while."

The time for the Three Realms Grand Competition is about half a month.

The manager refilled tea for him, mistakenly thinking that he was interested in Qingwan, and introduced, "He only sings opera, and occasionally he will accompany him when he has a lot of money, but he doesn't go to bed, but I heard that he is very short of money recently." She Winking at Wen Xing

"If you have a lot of money, you can catch up and give it a try."

Wen Xing was expressionless.

So he pulled back and went back to look for Ye Zhu. The Lord Xianjun was still holding his corpse on the bed. Wen Xing brought him down, showed him the couplet, and asked, "Yesterday, did you pay attention to this?"

Ye Zhuo was so drunk yesterday that he lost his mind when he saw this, and he said, "Qing Wan said it was written by his master, when did his master write it?"

Wen Xingdao "I never said that."

Ye Zhuo held his chin, "When I saw Linjiang, I saw the demeanor of being a banished fairy. In Xiaquan Palace, Ye Chongning is the only one who is qualified to say that he is a banished fairy?"

However, Ye Zhu clearly remembered that the last time he came to Linjiang was about 3000 years ago.

He sighed, and sat down nearby to greet Wen Xing, "Since we both signed and stamped our agreement to be Taoist couples, I think there are some things we still need to talk about."

Wen Xing added some tea for him, "Yes."

Ye Zhu changed his posture awkwardly, "But, don't think that I'm crazy."

Wen Xing nodded, "En."

Ye Zhu emphasized, "I'm really sober now, I'm not still drunk, I haven't told you all this time, in fact, I..."

He smiled apologetically, "Actually, I am Ye Chongning, not the same name, but the Ye Chongning of Immortal Chongning."

Wen Xing continued to pour water for him, with an unusually calm expression, and the same word "En."

Ye Zhuo "..."

He shot up, "Do you think I haven't woken up yet?"

Wen Xing sighed, "No."

Ye Zhuo: "Then you are not surprised at all!"

Wen Xing stopped talking, just kept looking at him and smiling, Ye Zhu didn't want to be aggressive with him, he thought for a moment, held his teacup, and frowned, "Could it be...you already know?"

He couldn't believe it, "I acted so well, how do you know?"

Wen Xing "..."

He couldn't bear to expose it, so he could only vaguely say, "In the dream, I touched Xianjun's face."

Ye Zhuo pondered, "Did you touch Xianjun's face in the dream?"

He raised his eyebrows, "When I was sleeping, did you treat me lightly?"

Wen Xing "..."

His face burned instantly, and he gestured at him at a loss, "No, there is a clay figurine in the night market."

"Oh~" Ye Zhuo dragged his tone, "It's not frivolous, so why don't you try to be frivolous and see the one who made the clay figurine, can he make it accurately?"

Wen Xing "..."

He pushed Ye Zhuo back on the chair, and stammered, "Qing Wan's teacher is more important, let's talk about this first."

The origin of Moxiu is indeed unknown, and the couplets are also written in a strange way, not at all like the handwriting of ordinary romantic occasions, so Ye Jue also straightened his face, "I am very sure, the last time I came to Jiang was 3000 years ago. If you want to see me in Linjiang, it can only be 3000 years ago."

——However, if it is not for the cultivation of the immortal king, who can live for 3000 years?

He knocked on the table and said helplessly, "I can only squat at night and stop Qingwan to ask."