Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Xiao Yihe folded the exam papers that were filled with fumes into a tofu cube, and sent it to Mr. Mo.

Mr. Zheyi just reached out to pick it up, but he pinched it again. Mr. Mo tugged a few times without moving, and wrestled with him back and forth. It took him a long time to react in a daze, his eyes filled with confusion: "Please let go."

The corners of the examination paper were pinched and wrinkled by the two of them, but Xiao Yihe smiled and said: "Sir, there is a saying in "Chu Ci", the ruler is shorter and the inch is longer."

Mr. Mo was at a loss: "...so?"

This is a fake pedant who doesn't understand human words, three points are fake and seven points are really stupid, Xiao Yihe nodded his chin: "I am naturally inferior in discussing Taoism, Confucius and Mencius, studying things, Cheng Zhu; Mr. The way of law also has its own charm..."

"Hmm." Mr. Mo agreed with a heartfelt affirmation, and then said, "But what you said...the imperial examinations are not taken."

"what……?"

"I don't take the imperial examination."

Xiao Yihe: "..."

He has been unrestrained in the world for more than [-] years, and he has always only cared about beauty, wine and happiness. Why did he need to pay attention to the imperial examinations?What kind of broken dream is this, pulling people in to take the imperial examination?Go crazy reading!

He was tongue-tied for a moment, and the examination paper in his hand was pulled out by Mr. Mo.

"Hey--"

Mr. Baimian didn't listen to him, turned around, shook his hands to look at the ten lines of the test paper, his complexion obviously gradually turned bad; he turned his head and appraised Xiao Yihe in disbelief, as if he felt that he should not be illiterate when he grew up like him; then He turned back and continued to read, but couldn't continue reading for a while, rubbed the tip of his eyebrows and rested for a while, then turned over the test paper and looked at it; after a while, he couldn't help but glance at Xiao Yihe himself.

"..." Mr. Mo laughed miserably. It seemed that he had been greatly stimulated. After a while, he took out a wooden sign from his cuff, held the hanging thread between two fingers, and threw it on him with contempt. Forget to teach me a lesson, "When the book is in use, you will hate it less."

Xiao Yihe didn't change his face: "People can't do it in vain."

"..."

"Go, go, go, go!"

A series of six extremely unrefined scrolling characters slapped him, and he had to argue that he was not illiterate, but that his skills were not in the imperial examination, but Mr. Mo already felt foul-mouthed even to say a word to him , With a breeze, he was thrown into the high-level gate of "Shangshan Academy".

He slapped his butt on the ground, and took a look at the wooden sign that fell beside him: Herringbone [-].

Looking at the Wuyang Wuyang in Shangshan City, there are tens of thousands of people-baqi, not bad!

Entering that rich and majestic school, which is even more majestic and unique, Xiao Yihe is holding a wooden sign and wandering around like a headless chicken, roughly distinguishing the structure of this school, only when the sky is slightly drunk, he is unwilling Go to the Herringbone Garden without hesitation.

The room in Renziyuan is simple and rough. Although it is a room for one person, the space is cramped. When you open the door, you will find a desk. You can bump into a hardwood bed in two steps. There is nothing else. It is no different from a prison. .

In the dormitory assigned to him, he stared at the narrow bed made of two old wooden planks in a daze.

When people reach middle age, they are forced to go to school, and the conditions are still so difficult.

He sat miserably on the edge of the bed that creaked when he touched it, and was suddenly confused. Since he was going to school, what should he do without pen, ink, paper, inkstone, books and classics?

Just as he was thinking about it, when he turned around, he suddenly found a clean smoky blue Confucian robe, a book pocket and a set of pens and inks appeared out of nowhere on the empty bed behind him.

Xiao Yihe was stunned for a while.

Could it be the work of good fortune in the dream.

But how did the white smoke man know what the dreamer needed?If I remember correctly, just now he was only thinking about pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and then what he was thinking appeared in the room.

Maybe that's the key.

He also tried to think about all kinds of items, ranging from gold hairpins and tin balls to straw mats, some of which can be transformed, while others cannot; and if a certain item is damaged or no longer needed , and with a little brainpower in the same way, they can be made to disappear by themselves.

It's really inconvenient.

After making a room full of rags, he quickly figured out the rules.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yihe began to think again: I need a lamp, a quilt, and a soft pillow.

Then, before the requested items, some more insignificant requirements were added-the eight-treasure glazed crystal lamp was required for the lamp, the silk snow gauze red satin quilt was required for the bedding, and Nanyang Yunmian was required for the pillow.

Finally, a very perfect reason was added for these three requirements: the lamp is for reading, the quilt is for keeping out the cold when studying hard at night, and the soft pillow is for sleeping soundly so that you can be more energetic to study next day.

Immediately, in response to his request, the corresponding items slowly changed in the room.

Xiao Yihe was overjoyed, in this dream it was indeed asking for anything, but what he wanted had to be something that was good for reading.And even if it is not beneficial in itself, as long as Xiao Yihe can talk about it and just make up their benefits for reading, it seems that this dream can't tell the truth from the fake, and he will agree to it.

In a short while, the small room with a square of two feet has been decorated almost like a dragon palace by him.

He finally had the Xihuang brocade blanket that he never forgot, and because there was no longer Xue Zongzhu beside him, when he lay on his back on the small narrow bed with several thick cotton soft mattresses, he showed a happy expression. expression.

She was rolling on the bed when suddenly the door was knocked, and a tall and tall figure appeared at the door.

The person who came opened the door, and what he saw was a young man in disheveled clothes, sunken in the thick mattress like a cloud, with his belly up and his eyes squinting like a lazy cat.

If it wasn't for his luxurious enjoyment being interrupted by an uninvited guest, I'm afraid he could lift his cat's paw again and lick himself comfortably.

"...you will enjoy it."

Xiao Yihe turned his head suddenly, and was a little surprised when he saw the face that he was thinking about amidst the faint fragrance and sparse shadows.

Although he can predict that people will be affected by the spiritual power of the dream builder after entering the dream, and there will be some unpredictable changes, but...

——At this moment, Xue Xuanwei, who was standing in front of his door, was not his current appearance, but when he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

Although that beautiful appearance has already seen the clues, but the tenderness on his face has not faded completely, and there is still a youthful vigor, and the smoky blue Confucian robe that Xiao Yihe dislikes the most is also inexplicably pleasing to the eye stand up.

The breeze in the courtyard slowly disturbed the blue ribbon of his hair.

Xiao Yihe lay on his side under the quilt, his eyes wandered bluntly, and he put on a relaxed and soothing smile: "Oh, Sect Master Xue! It's really a while, it's like three autumns..."

The 17-year-old Xue Xuanwei is really a treasure. It is difficult to recall his dreams, and he is nostalgic. It seems that this dream is not without praise.He stretched out his hand with a smile, and was going to pull Xue Xuanwei's sleeve.

Instead, he gently slapped his palm away, and turned sideways: "'People can't be happy in vain'——you are quite honorable."

Xiao Yihe let out a "puchi" laugh: "Did you hear that?"

He sat up, but his posture was still not correct, his legs were hanging by the bed, wobbly: "How long did Sect Master Xue come here earlier than me?"

Xue Xuan said slightly: "It's more than a day."

Xiao Yihe let out a "huh": "It seems that the passage of time in the dream is not the same as that outside the dream. Can you find anything?"

Xue Xuanwei was about to open his mouth when suddenly there was a conversation outside the courtyard. It seemed that the group of scholars had come back from school. He didn't want to be discovered by the person in his dream, so he turned to the side of the house and closed the door behind him.

He said: "There are eight tutors in the school, they are piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, pen, ink, paper and inkstone. According to my observation, they should not be real people, but the condensed dream power."

Xiao Yihe: "Well, Mr. Mo, who is under his door, is one of them."

The eight-treasure glazed lamp on the table covered the colorful brilliance, filled with two figures, his room was piled up with gorgeous decorations that were randomly placed, and there was nowhere to go, and if he moved a little, he would kick something that shouldn't be kicked.

As soon as Xue Xuanwei stood upright in the air, a mysterious-colored thin-necked porcelain bottle one person tall hung down against his back. He could have stepped aside, but seeing the direction the bottle was hanging upside down, he dodged back with his fingers.

In the narrow room where it is difficult to get out, push Xiao Yihe's knees away with his right leg, hold his shoulders with two palms, and push him down on the mattress.

The bottle immediately fell down, making a muffled "boom" sound as it hit the back.

Xiao Yihe was immobilized by the hoop, and his body was weakly bent over the vigorous body of a young man.He lifted his foot to think about it, his knee hit a thigh, and he clearly felt the very tight muscles in his trousers...thumped hard and hot.

He hurriedly moved his knees and legs away as if he was being burned, but if he really wanted to avoid him, he would inevitably adopt a very indecent posture.

Xue Xuan's voice was slightly displeased, and he asked condescendingly: "I still think your kennel is not chaotic, with such a big porcelain vase, if at night—"

What happened at night, he didn't continue to say.

He just snorted coldly in a low voice: "Send it away."

"You are a kennel, and the whole family is a kennel! You can't even buy such a big secret color bottle outside." Xiao Yihe muttered a few words, closed his eyes swallowing his anger, and when he opened it again, the porcelain bottle was as big as it was. Saying "send away", the heavy force that made the two of them unable to get up also disappeared.

Pressure - the warm body temperature on top of his head stopped for a little bit, and slowly dissipated.

Xue Xuan straightened up slightly, looked down at the utensils around his feet, frowned, looking very impatient, but for some reason, he endured it, and didn't just say something that made Xiao Yihe unhappy with this bizarre "kennel". evaluate.

He looked away, and continued on the topic before the porcelain vase incident: "The students in the school should be the villagers of Shenjia Village, with about a hundred people, and the residents in the city should be just fabricated..."

"Wait a minute." Xiao Yihe interrupted him suddenly, "Only a hundred people?"

Xue Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Shenjia Village is a small village deep in the mountains, and a hundred people is not too small."

Xiao Yihe reached out and fumbled around, and found his wooden card for sorting from the messy bedding. It was not tens of thousands of people, but a hundred disciples, and he was ranked 87th; The engraving of Tianzi is the first.

"...I knew I should have answered seriously just now." It's embarrassing, so embarrassing.

"..."

Xue Xuanwei didn't talk to him, and continued: "I searched the city yesterday, but I didn't find the aura of the dream builder. I'm afraid he wouldn't show up easily if he didn't face the crisis of dream collapse."

Xiao Yihe asked earnestly, "How much spiritual power do you still have after falling into a dream?"

"Wei Mo." Xue Xuan moved his elbow slightly, "but only physical skills are enough. This dream is not impeccable. The scene within a hundred steps centered on the school is real and detailed, but it starts to blur when it is farther away. I want to come to the skill of the dream builder." It's not deep enough to support a more detailed description. We just need to find the loopholes in the dream and break them."

Xiao Yihe asked again: "Is there anything unusual about these villagers in the academy?"

Xiao Yihe: "I have tried the memories of the people in the school, and no one remembers Shenjiacun and my past identity. It should be that the dream builders re-fabricated a memory of being diligent and motivated for them."

Diligent and progressive...

Xiao Yihe embraced the soft pillow and fell into deep thought. After a while, his expression suddenly overflowed with a little pride: "Motivation? I have no strengths, but destroying people and making progress is the best!"

It's also thanks to him that he can say the words "destroying people's progress".

Xue Xuan watched him slightly, as if some bad water was brewing in the belly of a fox, very cunningly: "What?"

Xiao Yihe complacently said, "Let's wait for a good show tomorrow!"

He was muttering something, when he suddenly felt very quiet around him, he looked up and saw that his eyes were pale, and asked: "Sect Master Xue, what's wrong with you?"

Xue Xuan was startled for a moment, but asked again: "What?"

"..." Xiao Yihe frowned, "It's nothing."