Advise Qingshan

The ones who can go the farthest in this world, except for those monks who can go anywhere in the world in a flash, are the spiritual officials who connect the north and the south.These people often serve in the world, and even occupy some important official positions in the dynasty. They are used as a way of communication between the immortal sects. Only their corresponding spirit officials can contact those ancestors who are hidden from the world.

Although these people have no cultivation base, they have all entered the fairy gate by chance.Maybe he learned a trick, or maybe he knew some tricks of fortune-telling and divination.They are more or less related to the same two monks, and even the fairy gate, and their identities are very precious in the world.

The official is not small, but there are not many things to do.Therefore, on weekdays, these spiritual officials gather together, drink and have fun, brag about themselves after drinking and eating, and even brag about themselves as a certain ancestor, a certain fairy's aunt, uncle, or even fiance.

And whenever they start talking nonsense, and the crowd is happy and lively, they won’t expose it. Anyway, the bulls are so colorful, even if they have to stay up late to catch up on official documents after being urged, kneeling on the washboard to confess to the mother-in-law about their fabricated love affairs, it’s okay. Have fun first.

But no matter how enjoyable the talk is, no one will talk about Immortal Chongning casually.

One is that he has a detached status and is known as the master of swordsmanship in the world.I heard that before him, sword cultivators were often too heavy to ascend, and Immortal Chongning was the first sword cultivator to ascend in history, and his status was in the right direction.The second is that his age is too long, and the monks of the same era have long since fallen, so how can he be connected with today's spiritual officials?

But today, someone actually said, "I am a subordinate of Xianjun."

So the spirit officials all put down their cups and looked up with drunken eyes. The person who spoke was actually a thin, almost sick young man in Tsing Yi.

This young man raised his eyebrows slightly, his face was too handsome, and even a little feminine. He could be a brand in some flower building, but in the world of cultivating immortals, he had a short-lived appearance that was not liked by others.

Looks like a crazy lunatic.

A bearded Lingguan drank too much wine, hiccupped and said, "Little brother, where did you come from?" He laughed loudly, "Go home and play, Lord Xianjun won't like it." You are like this."

Wen Mang sighed, "He really likes it."

Seeing that some people didn't believe it, he added, "At least I used to like this kind of face."

"Okay." The bearded man laughed and patted Wen Mang's shoulder. "Little brother, what kind of cultivation do you have? You don't know anything. You can't be a spiritual officer if you just look cute."

"Actually, I'm very strong." Taring sighed, "You can't be prejudiced against a good-looking boy like me."

——How about Lord Qi Ling Xiao, he is thousands of years old, but he can still call himself a boy with an old face on his face. This brazen skill is indeed deeply passed down by Immortal Chongning.

There is also a girl in the Lingguan, she looks about the same age as Wen Mang, and thinks that this person of the same age is very stupid, so she smiled and said, "Oh, the subordinate of the Chongning Immortal, I am the messenger of Xiaquan Palace Do you have any news for Xianjun?"

The others laughed together.

Wen Mang said, "Wrong, I didn't want to hand it to Xianjun, but Xianjun asked me to hand it to your suzerain."

Everyone was still about to laugh, but they saw that he waved his hand out of thin air, and there was a blank piece of paper in the woman's hand for no reason. No one saw how it appeared. When they were attracted by the paper, they looked up again, and the boy had disappeared.

None of the spirit officials could see through his body skills.

The spirit officials looked at each other, turned the paper over, and wrote on it, "I am traveling warmly, and I am watching the sky at night. Chang Geng hangs down to the north. There may be changes in Jingcheng. I order you to set off immediately to investigate related matters."

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay. In the lower right corner of the paper, there was a small pagoda seal in vermilion.

Ye Zhuo threw Wen Mang out to send a message, and fell asleep leaning against the stone tablet bored.Now that he has fallen into a fairy, the private seal can't be used, and the other weapon spirits can't be contacted. Only Wen Mang, who is the main defense and has almost no attack power, can pretend to be a tiger.

He wasn't worried about the misinformation, even though the Xianjun's handwriting didn't have a private seal, Wen Manta's seal was unmistakable.Others don't know it, but the senior monks in Xiaquan Palace definitely know it.

Ye Zhuo didn't sleep well this time.Floating in the dream, there is blood rain all over the sky for a while, and the shouting of peddlers in the alley in the boyhood.

Wenmang Pagoda doesn't distinguish between cold and heat. When he woke up, he was still in a trance for a moment. Ye Zhu didn't know how long he had slept, so he knocked on the bottom of the pagoda subconsciously.

"Warm?"

Wen Mang was thousands of miles away, licking his old face and pretending to be an innocent beautiful boy, so of course he couldn't talk to this master.

Ye Zhuo propped himself up to sit up, and knocked his head. Since he fell into a fairy, his body has not been as good as before. He has more food and sleep that mortals need, and his thinking has slowed down before going to bed every day.

He lifted the small lamp at his feet, felt that the tower was empty and boring, and wanted to chat with Wen Xing out of boredom.

But Wen Xing was recuperating just now, and he didn't know if he was still recovering from his injuries, so he just asked politely towards the dark front, "Senior?"

He waited for a while before a low "hmm." came from the darkness.

He answered, but Ye Zhuo didn't know what to say.Under normal circumstances, it would be easy to babble, but just waking up, I really can't react.

So he bluntly picked up a topic, "Does senior know what time it is?"

Wen Xing said, "Xu Shi three quarters."

So they stopped talking, and Ye Zhuo looked around without focus. In fact, he could only see the lantern and the stone tablet clearly, so he simply read the words on the stone tablet, and waited for him to see the words in "The Legend of Chongning Immortal" in a daze. The word 'Bai'ejun' burst out laughing.

This stele was written by the descendants of Xiaquan. Apart from singing praises, it still sings praises. There are some unintelligible flattery in the middle. For example, the origin of this 'Bai'ejun' is completely distorted.

The stone tablet said that where the Chongning Immortal raised his sword, he could cut off the spring snow with his long sword to the north, and take advantage of the momentum to pick the moon at Yishan Mountain to the south. The murderous aura was overflowing, and Baishan surrendered, so it was nicknamed Bai'e Jun.

However, the actual situation is that Ye Chongning was very noisy when he was a teenager, and the noisy people were annoying. At that time, the old monk who brought him into the fairy gate raised a flock of geese. Ye Zhuo was greedy and roasted half of them. , I was so annoyed by the monk that I couldn't eat, and it took half a month to find that there were fewer geese.And Ye Chongning got this nickname because he can be as loud as a hundred geese alone.

Ye Zhuo looked at the great achievements that were forcibly torn out from the stele, and suddenly found that the groove that was broken off for him yesterday was actually engraved with handwriting in a correct manner.The bumps and bumps he broke off have been smoothed by people at this time, the handwriting is rigid, and the regular script is correct and beautiful.

——This word is very beautiful in the human world, and the examiners will like it during the imperial examination.Putting it here is a bit strange.

Their monks have always regarded elegance and ease as their beauty. For example, Xianjun Chongning himself is particularly fond of the elegant and unrestrained style of writing. There are as many sloppy writings as there are in one stroke. Later generations want to sort out his manuscripts. Chou Yinmao is as difficult as reaching the sky, and he can only come up with a lot of guesses, so that these years Ye Chongning accidentally read his own masterpiece, read it in a fog, and scolded the author who is not as good as shit The dog blood sprayed the head, turned back the cover of the book, only to find that he had scolded himself.

However, the words in front of him were stroke by stroke, pure to the extreme.

The words are like a person, Ye Zhuo looked at these words, and a poem popped out of his mind inexplicably, "Wenjun is an incomparable person, his spirit is clear and his bones are cold and unworldly."

So he had nothing to say, "Senior, did you carve this stele?"

Wen Xing said "En." again.

Ye Zhuo thought to himself, "Who asked for this in Xiaquan Palace again? You can put a monument here so that people can be bothered, and ask someone else to engrave it. I'm afraid the flattery won't be loud enough?"

So he skipped the contents of the stele and said, "This word is very beautiful."

This statement is not false. After all, Ye Chongning’s wish since he was a child was to become an official through the imperial examination. However, his scribbles are so insane that he can’t distinguish between ghosts and gods. It is possible to be beaten out by the emperor in court.But writing regular script, he is really not the material, he has practiced hard to no avail, and now he likes the good-looking regular script.

Wen Xing didn't answer his words, which was expected, Ye Jue leaned on the stone tablet, guessing if he was embarrassed by the praise, and secretly smiled, "The face of the demon cultivator is really thin, and it's not as shameless as me, a Daoist cultivator. .”

So he wanted to see Wen Xing's expression now, but the other party didn't know which corner he was sitting in.

Ye Zhuo glanced around and didn't even see Wen Xing's shadow. He sighed, "Senior, don't you feel it's dark? I heard that people will get depressed if they stay in the dark for a long time. Come and sit?"

Wen Xing paused, and it took a long time before a voice came out from the darkness, "It's okay."

It is difficult to stay in the dark for a day or two. Over time, silence and darkness have become a habit, as natural as drinking water and eating. Everything in front of you has been imprinted on your soul, and there is nothing worth mentioning.

Ye Jue deliberately tricked him to come over, so he changed his mind and said nonsense, "But senior, it's too dark, junior is a little scared."

His words are not convincing. Xianjun's acting skills are really mediocre. When he said he was afraid, his voice and tone didn't fluctuate. Compared with being afraid, I'm afraid Fa Hai recited the Diamond Sutra to ghosts, and he was about to slap them to death. Be persuasive.

Wen Xing didn't doubt it. After all, although Ye Zhuo was qualified to be called the wife and grandfather of most people in the world, he was still a young man just by looking at his face. It's normal for this kind of person to come to Bai Prison for the first time to be afraid.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he stood up, took two steps towards him, and sat down on the edge of the light.

The two were quiet for a moment, Wen Xing glanced at Ye Zhu secretly, and rarely took the initiative to speak out, "When you see someone like me in the future, don't associate with him too much."

Ye Zhuo knew that he was talking about a person like a "magic cultivator", but he still pretended to be stupid because he just came out of the rivers and lakes and had no cultivation. "What kind of person? You have a high cultivation base and a good temper The handwriting is very beautiful, but the person is more beautiful than the handwriting?"

Among the monks, they talk about Zen and Taoism, and praise is also a compliment for the orthodoxy. Wen Xing probably has never been praised for being good-tempered and good-looking. He was at a loss for what to do, and then he reacted, and hurriedly reprimanded, "Nonsense."

Ye Zhuo accepts it when he sees it good, "Senior, don't be angry, I'm talking nonsense."

Wen Xing stopped talking to him.

But he said that Ye Zhuo was bored for a while, and the inside of Wenmang Pagoda was cold. Even if he lit a spiritual fire, he sneezed twice. Xianjun never wronged himself. He looked around and fell in love with it. Wen Xing looked at the rather thick middle coat, so he talked to Wen Xing again

"Senior, are you cold? I'm a little cold."

Wen Xing said bluntly, "No."

Ye Zhuo said, "If you're not cold, can you borrow your clothes..."

It's a pity that the excuse was not uttered after all, because there was a gasping sound in the air.

Wen Mang floated to Ye Zhuo with his eyes closed, and said with a psychedelic expression, "My God."

He said dumbly, "Xianjun, you are not picky about your clothes to death. You don't wear anything that is not soft and soft. Embroidery is not what the embroiderers of Jiangchuan Gongfu don't want. When did you wear clothes that smelled of other people?"

Ye Jue rolled his eyes, "Isn't it too cold here, I'm going to freeze to death?"

He suddenly interrupted an old acquaintance, held his breath in his chest and couldn't get up or down, and coughed twice very appropriately, looking really as if he had contracted a severe cold.

According to Ye Zhuo's speculation, Wen Xing should not be stingy to give a piece of clothing to someone who is afraid of the cold.

Under his earnest eyes, Wen Xing turned around silently, turned his back to him, shook his head and said, "No."

Wen Mang clicked his tongue and said, "What kind of disloyal and unfilial apprentice do you raise?"

Ta Ling made jokes, but Ye Zhu's expression was slightly restrained. There was no other explanation for this situation. It can only be said that Wen Xing cared more about devil energy than he imagined.

Ye Zhu even speculated that Wen Xing himself might agree or even be satisfied with the ending of Yongfeng Baiyu, which at least prevented his identity as a demon cultivator from being discovered by others, or his luck affecting others.If it weren't for this, how could the half-ascension magic cultivator be trapped in the tower for so many years by relying on the will of an illusory fairy king?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was something wrong with his cheap apprentice's thinking.It has not been proven that Moxiu affects the luck of people around him. Although Moxiu is indeed unrelated, there is a high probability that the monk who fell into the devil killed himself. I think his cheap apprentice will go this far,

So he decided to say a few more words, and said, "Senior..."

Wen Xing's hands were moving, he didn't seem to hear what Ye Zhu said clearly, when he heard the voice, he turned his head slightly, "Huh?"

Almost at the same time, the flames in the lamp next to Ye Jue grew taller, from a small ball to a half-person-high fire, bright and warm.

Ye Zhuo couldn't continue to ask questions after a vigorous effort, then weakened and exhausted.Although he is a fallen fairy, the temperature in the tower will not really freeze him, but it is always pleasant to be warmer.

So he sat closer to the fire, smiled and said, "Thank you, senior."

Being interrupted again, before Ye Jue could organize the words for the next question, Wen Mang suddenly said, "Someone is coming down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the seal on the top of the tower suddenly opened, and the golden sunlight penetrated directly to the bottom of the tower, just like the poem said, "The stone door in the cave opens suddenly, the blue and dark are vast and bottomless, the sun and the moon shine on gold and silver." Taiwan." Twelve monks in wide-sleeved and deep-clothed swords came hand in hand, and the leader with a high crown and hair tied was Jian Bai whom he had just seen.At this time, the breath is even and stable, and the injury he suffered earlier must have healed.

With a dignified and solemn expression, Jian Bai walked slowly to Wen Xing with a golden scroll in his hand, and said to Wen Xing, "Elder Xuesong, the suzerain has received a handwritten order from the celestial lord, and the celestial lord made a divination at night. The change caused the elders to investigate, and the elders are asked to leave as soon as possible."

Wen Xingxiu's fingers trembled slightly, as if hesitating, he took the scroll after a while.When I unfolded it, I saw black and white writing, a stroke of madness, it looked ordinary without any spiritual power, but the Wenmanta seal was full of spiritual light.

He stared blankly at the scroll for a long time, his face was solemn as usual, but his hands hidden in his sleeves began to tremble inexplicably, and Ye Zhuo stood beside him, feeling that half of the elder who bullied Shuang Saixue was trembling , pinching the small scroll with his fingers, pinched it wrinkled and deformed, almost tearing it up, but Jian Bai reminded him, and then he put the scroll in his arms, nodded slightly and said, "I see."

Even though he accepted the order with a calm face, at this time, under the loose robe, Ye Jue could still feel that he was shaking violently.

Ye Zhuo said in shock, "Isn't it? I'm so angry that I tremble all over. Do you hate me so much? Is it because you can't hit me, so you just use my letter to vent your anger?"

Wen Mang reminded, "Xianjun, you have to hide it. If he cuts you, I really can't stop him. Maybe I haven't found out that he drew his sword. You have two petals like garlic."

"Garlic is eight petals." Ye Zhuo felt lingering fear, "Don't worry, my cultivation base is already like this, my own father probably won't recognize who I am, how could he see it?"

Wen Mang emphasized, "I beg you, please don't show off. You are a playboy with a little money now. You have entered the world by mistake. Don't reveal your secrets."

Ye Zhuo nodded again and again, "All right."

——In fact, this misunderstanding has lasted for a long time. After many years, the forgetful Xianjun remembered this first encounter again, and then he suddenly understood. Going to that piece, you can re-engrave without reading the manuscript, if you don’t admire it to the extreme, how can you re-carve those seemingly meaningless paragraphs word by word even when you are injured or sick? .

However, when Jian Bai and the others left, Ye Zhuo picked up his mood, and displayed his selfless spirit of hell who would go to hell if he didn't. Under Wen Mang's desperate eyes, he walked out slowly, pretending to be pleasantly surprised, "Jingcheng ? My home is near Jingcheng, can senior give me a hand?"

It's really exaggerated and contrived.

Wen Mang burst into tears, "Xianjun, let's practice your acting skills. I think you will be discovered in a few minutes. Your acting is really fake."

With an innocent and expectant expression on Ye Zhuo's face, he said the word "roll" with a full pronunciation to Ta Ling.

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Why ordinary paper has no spiritual power, because it is the wrapping paper given by Xianjun when he buys vegetables, Wen Xing doesn't know how to cook, otherwise he should be able to smell the delicious smell of green onions. Ψ(￣?￣)Ψ