Advise Qingshan

Qing Wan came to the stage again at Xushi that day, and Ye Zhuo booked the private room on the second floor early, waiting to block him.

He still sang those clichés, but the heroine changed from Xianjun's No.20 eight-bedroom concubine to the seventh-bedroom concubine, talking about the meaning of the demon saint who abandoned her family and country for love and fell into the arms of Xianjun .

Ye Zhuo felt uncomfortable if he didn't tease Wen Xing now, he leaned back on the armchair, "The saint of the demon race? Wen Xing, can you be considered the son of the demon race?"

What he said was too outrageous, Wen Xing's neck turned red, and he said angrily, "You are listening to the show!"

Qing Wan's figure is indeed very good-looking, with exquisite hairpin skirts, jingle rings, and cherry-colored rouge.He was much taller than the opera singers who sang Xianjun, so he deliberately added a lot of kneeling movements, and his eyes rolled around, and the wealthy businessmen couldn't bear it anymore.

Ye Zhuo then sucked a grape and pretended to be engrossed in watching the play.

He wanted to see if there were any details on Qingwan's body, so he pulled the curtain and poked his head out.

The singing is lively at the bottom, and the saint girl is half-loosing her skirt, and she is about to have a chat with the fairy.

Ye Zhu wanted to see how stupid they could make Chongning Xianjun write in order to sing pornographic songs, so he got closer, but just saw Qing Wan pulling her outer shirt, and suddenly felt a sinking waist, and then The bead curtain swayed, and he suddenly couldn't see clearly.

It turned out that it was Wen Xing who held his waist and directly pulled him down from the window.

Ye Zhuo didn't react for a moment, "What are you doing?" He held Wen Xing's hand instead, "You blocked me."

He still wanted to see what he could sing next, but unexpectedly Wen Xing blocked him tightly, he pushed it, Wen Xing usually cooperated very well, but this time he didn't push it.

Ye Zhu had no choice but to free his hand, stretched out his hand and snorted at the broken hairs on the back of Wen Xing's neck, "What's wrong?"

Wen Xing rested his head on his shoulder, buried the tip of his nose in his clothes, and stopped talking.

Ye Zhu was puzzled, so he rubbed Wen Xing's broken hair again. Strange to say, Elder Xue Song was meticulous in his clothes and bun, and his hair was very docile when he was disheveled in the White Prison, but there was a messy piece of hair hidden on the back of his neck. Hair, it seems that when we first met, I felt warm and cold, but after getting close, I could feel the inside, and found that it was soft, soft and frizzy, and the hooked person wanted to kiss.

Ye Zhuo thought so, so he did it, he held Wen Xing, and kissed him twice on the cheek, "What's wrong?"

I don't know what this sentence hit, but Wen Xing somehow became normal again. Not only did he let go of him, but he also dragged Ye Zhuo's stool forward so that he could see clearly out of the window while sitting, and then He sat aside by himself.

Ye Jue was puzzled, and thought, "Are you so clingy now?" He sat down and couldn't watch the scene anymore, Xianjun's dull head turned clumsily for a moment, and suddenly realized "Help, I shouldn't Staring at the one below, I almost forgot that this child is particularly insecure."

Not long after Ye Zhu fell into immortality, he once lived in Songcheng for a while. He picked up a silver-gray kitten at the door of the newly changed house. It had emerald green eyes. It was very beautiful, but it was afraid of people. Ye Ju picked it up and raised it. It took a long time for the cat to get acquainted with him, and it became clingy and obedient. Ye Zhu had just learned to draw symbols at that time, and was ready for the cat to jump on the table to interrupt him from time to time, but this cat never came to him when he was doing business. Playing, just obediently squatting on the chair beside her and licking her fur.

Later, Ye Zhuo heard from the housekeeper that there were many rich merchants in Songcheng, and this cat should have been thrown out and raised in a wealthy merchant house. When playing with you, you should also carefully look at it to see if it will make you unhappy, and jump away as soon as there is a sign of being disgusted, so as to save yourself from being thrown out again.

Immortal Chongning has never taught disciples, nor raised children. Most of the people he met were like Baimu Lingjun or Chen Kezhen, who had made extraordinary achievements in themselves, and were confident and arrogant enough to look down on the heroes in their bones. He is a first-class person in the world, but he is a little different, Ye Ju thought, Wen Xing, who can't say what he wants, needs to be comforted, hugged, and guided a little bit before he can express his thoughts .

For example, now, Elder Xue Song sat quietly on the side, with a cold face, but the meaning he expressed couldn't be more clear.

——I don't want you to look below.

Ye Zhuo raised his hands in surrender, "Don't look at it, I'll just close my eyes and rest my mind."

Then, he actually lay down on the chair without looking down.

He began to stare at Wen Xing intently.

Wen Xing was so stared at him that he couldn't sit still, and tried to adjust his sitting posture many times, but finally sighed in frustration, and said with downcast eyes, "Don't stare at me."

Ye Zhu held his chin, "It's like this, I was thinking, the relationship has changed, should we also change the address?"

"Anyone can call you Wen Xing, it won't show my specialness."

Wen Xing was a little embarrassed, he lowered his eyelashes, "Then what do you want to be called?"

Ye Zhu hesitated strangely.

He looked at Wen Xingbi's handsome side face, his eyelashes glowing warmly under the light, he rubbed his hands secretly, and said honestly, "I, I want to call you a beauty."

Seemingly conscious of being a little frivolous, he hastily added, "No other meaning, just, that's what my father called my mother."

Wen Xing's eyes widened.

Ye Zhuo smiled, and continued on his own, "It's like this. When I was young, I felt that I must be a hero in the world when I grow up. I must be a great beauty, so I have called many people beauties, but I am a great beauty. I want to call someone I like."

This is really a frank confession. I guess the most mediocre words would be bothered to describe. It is hard to imagine that such untechnical love words will come out of Ye Zhuo's mouth, but Wen Xing is like an electric shock. Hastily said, "Follow you."

So until now, they all sat upright, with serious expressions, and began to watch Qingwan on the stage, as if what they were watching was not a little pornographic song, but some tragic and heroic battle scene.

Ye Zhuo regained his sense of hearing after drinking a cup of tea. He touched his ears, "Where did this Qing Wan come from? He is a demon cultivator in the Demon Realm, so he sings with an accent from the capital?"

Wen Xing "The capital?"

Ye Zhuao said, "The king's capital in the human world. At that time, I said that I was planning to go to the capital to transfer the file of Chen Kezhen, the head of the Confucianism sect."

Wen Xingdao: "Chen Kezhen is also related to the capital?"

Ye Zhuao said, "Chen Kezhen is an official to the Ministry of Rites and holds the title of Grand Tutor. I want to check that he must go to the capital."

He sighed, "Although the immortals are different, the water in the capital is quite deep this time."

Just at this time, the waiter leaned out and said, "Masters, Wan'er has finished singing, he has already collected the money, and said that he is willing to serve the two masters, now I will announce to you..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly stopped strangely.

Ye Zhuo seemed to be suffering from skin allergies, and after a while, he wanted to tease Wen Xing, so he rubbed a chair with him.

When the waiter came in, a well-dressed old man was surrounding a handsome old man in the center of a chair. The head on the chair was turned to one side, and his ears were red, as if he had been ravaged by something terrible. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the well-dressed man immediately turned his head and looked sideways at the waiter.

The waiter was frightened, walked out with hands and feet and closed the door, bowed and said, "Sorry to bother you."

"Come back," Ye Zhuo straightened up, "Call that Wan... Wanna something."

The name Qingwan is so weird that it is hard to describe it. I don't think he still has such a gentle and beautiful nickname of 'Wan'er'. Ye Zhuo said it on the lips and tongue, and his teeth were sore.

When Qingwan saw Wen Xing yesterday, she obviously expected them to come, and after entering, she leaned over slightly, and even simply performed a lady's courtesy, asking, "You two asked me to accompany you, what do you want to accompany?"

He has a beautiful face, but when he salutes, he has an awe-inspiring murderous look, and he abruptly swung his wide sleeves with a cold and terrifying aura.

Ye Zhuo said, "Sit."

Qing Wan said, "You don't need to sit down, you won't be able to sit for a few minutes. I said yesterday that the couplets were written by my teacher, so you two must be very curious. It's okay for me to declare my master's name. My master is Changzhou Duyue Pavilion The Patriarch of Dao Creation, Guangyu Yuanjun is also."

The world mentioned Guangyu Yuanjun, and everyone admired and praised him, but Qingwan's tone was flat, not at all like mentioning a certain famous person who was famous all over the world. Er Mazi bought a new butcher's knife.

Ye Zhuo sneered, "Your Excellency, don't you think I'm easy to deceive?"

"You are a demon cultivator, and your master is a contemporary demon king. If Guangyu Yuanjun was a demon king, we humans would have jumped into the sea hand in hand to make way for his old man. How can we still dance here?

Qing Wan smiled, "I'm just joking."

He drank the wine in his glass, "Guangyu Yuanjun has nothing to do with me. But who is the teacher, I can't go into details now, I only know that he admires Chongning Xianjun very much. If the master is free, he would like to invite the two of you to sit down."

Ye Zhuo cupped his hands, "Thank you for the invitation."

Qingwan looked at him and smiled, and said inexplicably, "Actually, besides Immortal Chongning, the family teacher also admires Guangyu Yuanjun, the Guangdou people under Yuanjun's sect, oh, and there is that Zhu Bai , I also want to bring a message, but Taoist Zhu Bai hides too deep, I can't see him."

Ye Zhuo smirked and said, "He will fight a hundred times in three days, as long as you don't retire, you will see him naturally."

At this point in the conversation, there is already a faint smell of gunpowder.

Qing Wan obviously didn't come to fight with them, he stood up with a clatter of his sleeves, bowed to Wen Xing and the two as if nothing had happened, and said, "Today... I had a very happy chat with the two of you today, and I will take a step ahead tomorrow. "

After all, he stood up in a dignified and dignified manner, swaying his steps, and still had the luxurious air of a noble lady, Ye Zhuwenxing also returned the half-respect, walked Qingwan to the door, suddenly turned his head, said something

"By the way, it's a poor way to delay the two of you coming here without giving any information."

"If you two have time, you might as well look through the eighth line on page 73 of Chongning Xianjun's "You Xianlu", there will be some unexpected things."

"What kind of information is this?" Ye Zhu was puzzled, and he went to Lawen, "Go, find a book, and see what kind of airs he is up to."

But this time it didn't pull.

Ye Zhuo asked, "What's the matter?"

Wen Xing frowned, "If I remember correctly, the eighth line on page 73 of "You Xian Lu" should be a quote from Zhou Bangyan's poem."

"What poem?"

"'Floating flowers and pistils, countless in the world, blooming all over Zhuzhubaibai'"

Ye Zhuo suddenly suffocated his breath.

There are countless in the world, Zhu Zhu Bai Bai.

Zhu Bai.

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