Many monks in the garden have not dispersed yet, gathering under the flower trees outside the attic, chatting and waiting in low voices.
I saw eight people who had attended the small banquet for searching for sounds walking out of the attic.
All the monks rushed forward and asked, "Have you ever seen Fairy Muyun?"
"Who wins this game?" "Why did it come out so quickly?"
"Did you hear Fairy Muyun playing on the spot?"
After a long period of confusion, Chang Siguo quickly followed Gu Liangtuo, who resisted bravely, to break out of the siege and slipped away from the trail.
Huang Tian covered his head and face with his sleeves and ran out. He became more and more curious about the black brother who could win Fairy Muyun's favor repeatedly.
When it comes to dressing up, he wants to outshine his black brothers. When it comes to looks, he smiles so hard that his teeth are exposed.
The black brother is not shabby in appearance, but he has nothing to do with Chucai.
Just like a rich man who entered the city, the earthy smell is invisible to the eyes of a kid from a noble family like him.
Not to mention the well-informed and noble Fairy Mu Yun.
I really don’t know what Fairy Mu Yun liked about Brother Hei. He is very curious now. What kind of masterpiece did Brother Hei write? This caused Fairy Mu Yun to leave the show early. At that time, several people wanted to pry, but unfortunately Fairy Mu Yun used magic to cover it up. A few shorter.
The three of them ran out of Qingxuanju, made twists and turns, and hid in a wine shop in the west end of Fangshi.
Opening a private room, ordering a jar of good wine, and turning on the soundproofing formation in the private room, Gu Liangtuo poured wine for the two of them, and couldn't wait to ask, "Tell me, who will win this small banquet for sound-seeking?" His eyes were on both sides. Staring eyes on people's faces.
Huang Tian smiled bitterly, pointed at Chang Siguo, who was silent, and said, "Ask your senior brother, I'm still confused. Fairy Mu Yun left the room early before the discussion could begin."
"Oh, how could you blame my senior brother?"
Gu Liangtuo hurriedly raised his bowl to toast Chang Siguo, asking Huang Tian, and couldn't help but want to laugh.
Huang Tian also raised the bowl to touch the two of them, drank the wine in one breath, and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Chang Siguo just smiled incomprehensibly, he said, "Of the eight people, only your senior brother Fairy Mu Yun stood behind him, starting from the beginning." When he finished writing, the calligraphy treasure was not allowed to be tasted by us. Fairy Mu Yun took it away with her own hands and showed disdain to us. It sounds like she was really angry. Brother Chang, you have to drink three bowls of wine as a penalty."
Gu Liangtuo laughed loudly, as if he had won the game, or won completely. He drank a bowl of wine with him, and said to Chang Siguo, "Brother, what masterpiece did you write? Can you haha, wait a minute, we brothers It’s inconvenient to talk alone with outsiders, not very convenient.”
Huang Tiantian had to roll up his sleeves, put his feet on the chair and shouted, "I can't help but ask Brother Gu Liang for his advice tonight."
"Stop it, stop it. Our domineering and invincible Zong Yong came to the scene to show off the fight. Let's have a fight at the wine table. This can be regarded as a small apology to my senior brother."
Chang Siguo didn't understand that these two guys were cheering him on when they sang together, so he drank a bowl. Knowing that he would complain if he didn't satisfy their curiosity, he tapped the black porcelain bowl with his silver chopsticks and slowly poured out "Laughing at the Red Dust" "Read it again.
Huang Tian and Gu Liang Tuo praised Chang Siguo's work and quickly took out pens, ink and rice paper to copy down Chang Siguo's masterpiece.
After finishing reading, the two of them put away their pens and looked at the ink words on the paper.
This word doesn't look like words, and it doesn't make poetry. Instead, it looks like country slang and common words, with no elegance at all. Could it be that Fairy Muyun is used to seeing elegant poetry and is tired of eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, so she is more interested in popular country slang?
The two seemed to have discovered a great secret. They looked at each other and decided not to let the news out. They would have a chance next time.
Chang Siguo didn't pay attention to the changes in the expressions of the two of them. He picked up a slice of paper-thin and transparent sauce meat, put it in his mouth and tasted it for a while, then asked, "Where did Fairy Mu Yun come from? How did she attract... Walking around the spiritual world with such a high profile”
Huang Tian was stunned for a moment. There was no need to answer this question.
Gu Liangtuo generally knew the details of this senior brother at the foot of the mountain. He had not been up the mountain for long, so it was normal not to know some secrets. Just as he was about to explain, Huang Tian reacted and shouted, "Don't tell him."
Gu Liangtuo was obedient and knew what Huang Tian meant. He smiled and said, "Yes, you can't tell senior brother."
"You two"
Chang Siguo was helpless, these guys were afraid that he would eat alone.
The villain's heart despises it.
Is he that kind of person?
You know that the woman has an extraordinary background, otherwise she would not be able to attract so many young monks from the sect.
After drinking for half an hour and chatting about interesting things in the Chongshan region, Chang thought that he was getting closer to his son and refused to drink anymore. He wanted to go back to the inn and face the torture of sword energy tempering that he was about to endure every day.
The two of them did not force themselves, and agreed to have dinner here at noon tomorrow, and Gu Liangtuo would settle the accounts, and the three of them walked out of the restaurant.
Knowing that Chang Siguo was staying in a small inn, Gu Liang Tuoli invited his senior brother to live with him. He arrived a little later and stayed in Qingxuanju, which was also a luxurious double room with three green jade coins per night. How could Chang Siguo agree and insist on being alone? live.
Seeing that Gu Liangtuo couldn't resist, he had to give up and leave.
Chang Siguo returned to his humble home, cleaned up, carefully thought about practicing the punch he had learned, and took a self-respected and prestigious name of Touch Yue Fist.
After practicing for a long time in the narrow guest room, until both my left and right hands became proficient and fully mastered the force of the Touch Yue Fist, I stopped. When I saw the small hourglass on the table showing the time, the ion hour was still a quarter of an hour away, so I consciously penetrated into the bead space. Check out his trophies.
From the withered old man, he got a small porcelain bottle, which contained a light blue pill that he didn't recognize.
A small cloth bag contained two sapphire coins and more than twenty white jade coins to supplement his shriveled wallet.
Six talismans of various colors did not look like bargains. There was also a stack of twelve blank yellow talisman papers, a thin talisman pen, a small bottle of dark red talisman ink, and a roll of essential talisman control tools. Codex.
There is also a jade ruyi and a short blade, but nothing else is left.
Chang Siguo despised the bandit's poverty, but he didn't know that in the Chongshan area, the life of casual cultivators was very difficult. He bought almost all the jade coins he could get and took pills. He wanted to get something good. not easy.
It was not convenient to dispose of the corpse at the moment, so Chang Siguo looked through the curled-up Essentials of Control Talisman by the light of a faintly fragrant candle. There were dense records in it, and he scribbled and corrected them, flipping through the book at random.
He guessed that it was a record of the wizened old man's experience in controlling talismans. The ink marks on the front and back could be seen to be quite different in years. The paper in the front was worn and yellowed, but the handwriting belonged to the same person.
He couldn't understand this, so he took it into the bead space.
His face hurt, and the tempering of the sword energy that he had to endure every day began again.
He sweated profusely and survived the torture, taking blood-tonifying pills and green blood vine liquid, meditating and regulating his breath to refine the power of the medicine.
He was a little numb from the boring and painful repetition every day.
Nothing happened all night.
On the morning of the next day, Chang Siguo finished his morning practice and wandered around the quiet and desolate market alone. He went to a bookstore to read for a while and bought two sets of printed poetry collections and Qingyuan Poetry Dictionary. There are more than ten volumes, the fragrance of ink is elegant, and the thick stack is enough for him to read for a while. It is not expensive, only costing two white jade coins.
After breakfast, we walked leisurely to the inn.
A pretty woman wearing a plain light green dress came forward with a smile, and said with a graceful blessing, "My maid, Fairy Muyun, is dressed in green. I pay my respects to Mr. Chang."
Chang Siguo had an impression of this woman. One of the two maids standing behind Fairy Mu Yun said, "Get up. What do you want from me?" He glanced around. It was so early in the morning, but no one saw her.
The maid took out a brocade-white pouch from her sleeves, held it up with both hands, and said softly, "This is the polished pen that my lady gave to Mr. Chang. She likes that poem very much. She also said that if the gentleman has new poems in the future, just send it to him." give her."
Hearing this, Chang Siguo accepted the Xumi bag delivered to his door without any courtesy.
What a generous gift. The bag containing the items alone is worth a lot of money.
The items inside the bag are even more remarkable when you think about it.
I often thought about it but had no intention of dealing with Fairy Muyun again, let alone sending new words, so I didn't bother to ask for the sending address. I said a few perfunctory words of thanks and said goodbye to the maid who still wanted to chat a few more words. Walk separately. ,,
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