Stones last ten years, rocks last a hundred years, trees last a thousand years, and ice last ten thousand years.
Su Ye has always felt that Sheng Xuanyuan was an extremely uncharacteristic person. Of course, he still maintains this view now.
He personally witnessed a few years ago, one or two little girls stuffing love letters into Sheng Xuanyuan's arms, and the love letters were sent back in envelopes, saying that the handwriting in them was unclear, the words did not express what they meant, or they were made up, etc. . After that, even though Sheng Xuanyuan became more and more handsome with his celestial face, no girl from other families dared to rashly take advantage of him.
In the final analysis, it was not that Sheng Xuanyuan did not understand the meaning of each letter, he was just too lazy to understand it. He sent it back in a way that offended others, so that he could avoid entanglement and be at ease.
Therefore, even if Sheng Xuanyuan was so abnormal today, Su Ye would not think that he was harboring something in his heart.
*
For several days in a row, Qiong Yi got up early and went to the school field to practice swordsmanship with his brothers. He took advantage of his free time to inquire about the nearest guarding location.
Qingfeng Town is close to the Su family's home, so the defense tower is far away. Qiong also calculated the distance. If she only relied on Qinggong to fly there, she might have the energy to go there, but if she didn't have the energy to return, it would take nearly a whole day. If she took a car It takes a day and a half to go there.
What's more, she doesn't have such a large amount of free time at all.
If you can fly with a sword, you can make a round trip in less than half a day. Qiong Yi took the tip of the brush dipped in ink and drew back and forth on the paper, forming a dark line. She thought to herself: Unfortunately, flying with a sword can only be achieved by high-level monks who have broken through the realm. I am still far behind. .
Since ancient times, monks have refined the true energy, which is subdivided into eight levels, starting with foundation building, and then using it to open the body, condense the energy, control objects, transform the environment, distract the mind, Tianyuan and Mahayana.
The "Control of Objects" stage is the watershed among them, and it is also the beginning of externalizing the true energy and flying with the sword.
As a watershed, this level of "controlling things" is naturally extremely difficult to achieve, and it is also a door that many monks can't reach.
Its breakthrough is not like turning a cocoon into a butterfly like a high-level promotion, which requires risking one's life. To be precise, whether it can break through to "controlling objects", in addition to testing cultivation and Taoism, its essence is closer to a kind of metaphysics.
Monks with talent and good luck can often reach the level of "Control of Things" and become high-level monks in their twenties and thirties; those with talent but bad luck may have to wait for another ten to twenty years.
Qiong also thought, even the eldest brother has not yet advanced to the level of "controlling animals". When the master was young, he only reached it after he was in his senior year. It is useless for me to rush this.
After thinking about it carefully, Qiong also felt that it would be better to write a letter and send it to the guard station.
Just do it, she spread out a new piece of white paper, flattened it with a ruler, and while thinking about it, she picked up a pen and wrote an impassioned letter.
As for why he didn't go to Su Ye to talk about this matter, it was because Qiong Yi had always adhered to the principle of relying on himself beforehand. As long as it was something he could solve himself, he didn't want to trouble others.
What's more, arranging dormitories has already caused trouble to others.
*
Since Sheng Xuanyuan met Qiong Yi on the side of Nanshan Mountain that morning, he has never seen her come here again.
He thought about why Qiong Yi didn't come, but he never thought of asking her.
Su Ye, who wanted to get up early to practice swordplay with Sheng Xuanyuan and join in the fun, didn't see even a single person, and was even more convinced that his guess was wrong.
During the lecture that day, the master with a serious face set up an incense burner on the lecturer's desk. He raised the three incense sticks in his hand and said: "Today's class will no longer focus on the arguments raised by me, but on During these three sticks of incense, each of you can express your ambitions and write articles."
After saying that, the bookboy accompanying the master began to distribute paper rafts to everyone.
Qiong Yi looked at the big white paper in front of him and held his head.
Was there any mistake?
I heard that the school’s assessments are held every two months. What does this mean today, a small test in class?
Writing an article is not difficult, but what is difficult is to write a good article under a time limit.
Qiong Yi bit the pen holder and saw all the disciples in front of him picking up their pens and starting to write. Sheng Xuanyuan, who was sitting in front of her, had already started writing. The long light wood-colored pen moved with his half-suspended wrist. The strokes were like the wind, swishing quickly. Qiong Yi looked behind him and was dumbfounded. She thought to herself, "It's true." It's Sheng Xuanyuan. It didn't take long for me to figure out how to write it. It can be said that my literary thoughts are flowing!
A few strands of his high-tied black hair fell down as he lowered his head. They were smooth and silky, like a spotless thick ink short satin. At a casual glance, you could see the jade-like nape of his neck under his indigo collar. Qiong also took it back. Looking at it, thinking about the master's request, he finally started to write a book.
Qiong Yi's ambition is actually not big.
She wanted to find out her life experience, and she wanted to pay off her debts with Zhu Yunluo and leave the Lu family, travel around the world, punish evil and promote good, and eliminate demons and protect the law.
That's all.
Seeing that the third stick of incense had finally burned out, the master ordered the scholar to collect the papers from the disciples, assign some homework, and leave the room.
Qiong Yi rubbed her sore wrist and stretched, but she saw Sheng Xuanyuan in front of her turning around to talk to her in an extremely rare move.
"Lu... Xiyan, are you busy these days?"
Qiong Yi put the brush on the pen rest, shook his head and said, "What's wrong? Are you busy?"
"No." Sheng Xuanyuan was silent for a while.
Qiong also thought: If you come to talk to me when you're fine, you're not looking for trouble.
However, facing his beautiful face, Qiong was very happy to continue chatting, so she deliberately joked: "If nothing happens, what do you want to tell me?"
Sheng Xuanyuan was mute and didn't speak, and Qiong could see from his expressionless face a trace of hard thinking, which was inexplicably a bit interesting.
"You said before that you wanted to see the tail." After holding it in for a long time, Sheng Xuanyuan finally said this.
"Tail?" Qiong Yi's mouth opened slightly, and Xiao Yuan became confused, "What tail?"
"I named it."
Qiong Yi finally understood what a tail was. She couldn't help laughing, covering her mouth to suppress the laughter, but the sound of laughter, as clear as a silver bell, with a hint of sweetness that made people happy, slipped out from between her fingers: "What, you named it Tails?!"
Qiong Yi smiled silently in his heart: How could he choose this name?
Ouch!
No, that’s too weird!
Sheng Xuanyuan didn't know where this name made her smile, but when he looked at her smiling eyes, her light-colored eyelashes were lined up in a row, fluttering like a little butterfly, her cheeks were bulging, and she was still smiling. There are two small pointed tiger teeth.
This smile was as bright as the spring sun, and it was contagious to family members, which made Sheng Xuanyuan feel relieved.
Qiong Yi raised his hand, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and said, "Then I'll come and take a look today."
After hearing this, Sheng Xuanyuan nodded.
*
Later in the evening, Qiong also came to the meeting place, which was a rockery in the garden behind the school.
The rockery is very beautiful. When you first enter the garden, you can only feel that the mountains and forests are overlapping, which is a piece of distant mountains stained with grass color. When you step into the rockery forest and look sideways into the peak, you can see the flowers, trees and vines planted in it. , it’s another taste.
Qiong also looked at the trees and vines that were wilting day after day in the autumn wind, and thought to herself: It has been a while since I came to Yichuan.
The sound of a puppy barking was heard not far away, and Qiong Yi cheered up and walked forward faster.
Turning around a rockery, she saw a fat little fur ball running towards Qiong Yi happily, making a sound that was half snarling and half barking. When she saw this, she hurriedly smiled and knelt down to catch it, "Puppy, little puppy." Dog!" Touching Tai Tai's furry head, Qiong Yi couldn't help but said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you so fat!"
The tail whined wildly and kept wagging its tail, going back and forth so that Qiong Yi could almost see the afterimage. She chuckled, stood up with her tail in her arms, and walked towards Sheng Xuanyuan not far away: "I understand why we call it tail."
Sheng Xuanyuan looked away and said, "Its tail likes to wag, which is very eye-catching, and it also likes to follow people, just like its tail."
Really vivid. Qiong Yi sighed: "I just taught you a few naming skills, but in the end you are better than others!"
After saying that, he pulled his tail into his arms and called, "Tail!"
The tail barked "Woof!" and seemed to have already accepted the name.
"Master Sheng has raised it very well." Qiong Yi said.
Sheng Xuanyuan made a low hum from his throat. For some reason, he felt that Qiong Yi's name for him sounded awkward, so he said, "Otherwise, just call me by my first name."
Qiong also thought about how she sometimes called him "Mr. Sheng" and sometimes called him "Sheng Xuanyuan", completely depending on her mood when speaking. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and called out with a smile: "Sheng Xuanyuan?"
After calling her, she read the word carefully in her mind several times.
Xuan resentment. Look at any one of these two words, they are dark and heavy, the word "Xuan" is false, and the word "resentment" is hateful. How could any parent choose such a word for their children, Qiong Yi thought.
She didn't like to pronounce this name, it made her feel like a little knot in her heart.
So, she asked curiously: "Why did you choose this name?"
Sheng Xuanyuan replied: "My destiny is to suppress evil spirits. My name is Yin and Yang, which is in balance. My family has chosen it for me early." He saw Qiong Yi put her tail on the ground and followed her into the rockery forest. .
Qiong also thought about his name and words with opposite meanings. Suddenly, the words flowed out of her mouth like running water: "Otherwise, I will call you Sheng Hao from now on."
She was also a little surprised as to how she could say such a thing, and an apologetic smile appeared on her face: "Is this... a little offensive?"
He said: "No."
The two of them followed the tail that stopped while running and wandered around the rockery garden. Sheng Xuanyuan saw the scene was slightly cold and asked, "Lu Xiyan, what about you?"
"Is this my name?" Qiong Yi thought to himself: Sheng Xuanyuan finally stopped calling me Lu Qiongyi.
After thinking about it, she put her hands behind her back, and the smile on her face disappeared. "My master gave it to me. His original intention was just 'stream flowers and Zen, the opposite is also forgotten.'"
"But I think it should be 'How can a stream be kept? After all, the sea will become waves.'" When Qiong Yi turned back to look at him, her clear and bright eyes were shining with the broken light cast by her eyelashes.
Sheng Xuanyuan was startled for a moment, then the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "Yeah." He said, "That's a different look."
Qiong also grinned when she heard his reply as if she understood the meaning of his words. Then she saw the tail leaping forward into a corner and hurriedly chased after him: "Tail! The tail ran away!" The blue-green lower shirt Her skirt rose and fell as she ran, filled with the wind, floating and falling, and a jumping little green bird suddenly appeared in Sheng Xuanyuan's mind.
In the corner of the garden, I found the tail covered with leaves. The puppy was spinning happily to show its goodwill to the two people who came in a hurry. Qiong also patted the tail of the dog and picked off the leaves for it. Seeing that it had left, At the end of the stone forest, there was a detour to the bookstore. She turned around and said resentfully to Sheng Xuan, "Now that I've come this far, I'll go back first."
It had only been more than a quarter of an hour since the two met. Sheng Xuanyuan heard what she said and replied, "Okay."
Qiong also saw that he agreed without hesitation because of the short time they spent together. She was a little hesitant at first, but then she thought that this was what Sheng Xuanyuan said, so there would be no problem.
Out of politeness, she nodded and said, "See you later."
Sheng Xuanyuan responded: "Well, see you later."
Seeing Qiong Yi walking away, Sheng Xuanyuan stopped the chasing tail. He saw it looking at him eagerly, then looking at the slender figure disappearing around the corner of the garden, and barked twice as if complaining.
Sheng Xuanyuan knelt down and touched its little head, muttering to himself: "You ran too fast."
