After the third snow fell in Mingxing Palace this year, Emperor Bai Ze, who was busy as a spinning top, felt that this could not go on.
The messy fortune lines in Cangsheng Mirror have not been sorted out yet, and the investigation of the gods of the mountains, rivers and lands in the lower realm is also in progress, the guarding of Lihenhai, the sweeping of the fallen demons in the lower realm... things are just piled up, Even if there are many things that he doesn't need to deal with personally, he is in charge of the Pantheon Hall after all. If there is no accident, he can sleep in the Mingxing Hall all day long, and he will be busier than anyone else when there is an accident.
With no food or sleep for more than half a month, Emperor Bai Ze couldn't bear it anymore, and summoned his disciples to the Hall of Mingxing with a call letter.
Looking at the Mingxing Palace that has been gone for almost a month, Zhixi felt a sense of nostalgia in her heart. The husband has a eccentric and willful temper. He used to take several months of vacation, but she has never been like this before, hoping for a better life. Return to the old routine, even if it is boring.
There was the sound of a long car landing behind her, and when she turned her head, she saw Xuan Yi floating slowly in a soft rattan chair, spitting out a plum kernel gracefully, and calling her affectionately: "Senior Sister."
This little princess wears different clothes every time she sees her. Today she is wearing a colorful skirt without a cloak, and a thick and long black belt is tied around her waist, making her look even more slender like a willow.
As soon as she came over, she kindly gave her half a packet of candied plums—what a greedy brat.
Zhixi was angry and funny: "If you don't eat well all day, you will eat all these."
Xuan Yi took her arm and entered Mingxing Hall together, and said softly: "Mr. said that there is homework to be assigned, and he must be asking us to run errands for him again. Sister, we will refuse together later."
Zhixi smiled and said, "Have you finished writing the 3,000-character record?"
It's bad, she has already completely left the 3,000-word experience record behind. Xuan Yi hugged her arm: "Good senior sister, lend me yours and copy later."
Zhixi deliberately joked with her: "I can borrow you to copy, then you can do the homework for me this time."
Xuan Yi brazenly brought out his injury: "I have bad legs and feet, so I can't replace it. How about I make a few more cans of Kodan ointment for my senior sister?"
As she said that, she looked Zhixi up and down, and frowned: "Senior sister, why don't you dress up? You look good when you dress up."
She pays attention to the "elegance of clear water", and often only wears a plain skirt, with a jasper hairpin on her head, no rouge and gouache, not even bracelets, earrings, and waist ornaments. When she went back to Zhuxuan Yuyang Mansion and Qingdi Palace, she deliberately dressed up, she was very stunning, but today she changed back to "Qingshui Zhiya".
Zhixi just smiled lightly and didn't answer.
While talking, he had already arrived at Hede Hall, and many disciples had come in front of the hall. They hadn’t seen each other for more than half a month, and they were all talking and laughing lively. When they saw Zhixi, they all saluted and said hello, and by the way, exchanged about the 3,000-word experience record .
Zhixi was talking about excitement when she suddenly heard a sweet and soft voice saying with a smile: "Senior Sister Zhixi, you're being polite."
She paused, then turned around with a natural expression, and sure enough, she saw Shaoyi standing opposite. She nodded and said indifferently: "Junior Brother Shaoyi, be polite."
That day when she got drunk in the Qingdi Palace, she felt that she had figured it out. No matter for him or Fu Cang, she was an illusory obsession, and she put her imagination on them. Unlike what she imagined, she was stupid. So the problem is not with them, but with herself. She is not mature enough or honest enough, and she is always indulging in the figure in her imagination.
Since the real Shaoyi is the type I hate the most, it is better to keep a distance as before. As for the beating heart, let it go, and it will calm down one day.
Xuan Yi found a dark corner of the temple, and took apart Zhixi's experience record and pieced it together to copy it. This senior sister was too serious. The husband only asked for 3,000 words. She wrote 6,000 words, 3,000 scenes and 3,000 words. Treasures, copied her head big.
After Fang copied a little, a charming and deep voice suddenly sounded above his head: "What to write?"
Xuan Yi raised his head, and Fu Cang, whom he hadn't seen for half a month, was standing by his side, looking down at the brochure she had spread on his lap, and he put on his white clothes again, with a spotless and handsome appearance. Probably seeing her copying the records, his eyes flickered and a smile appeared on his face.
"Senior Brother Fucang." She stretched out her hand towards him, "Lend me your experience record."
Fu Cang really didn't expect to see each other for more than half a month. The first thing she said was that he asked for homework to copy, so he had to hand her his own, and watched her write like a spirit, copying quickly.
His handwriting is elegant and square. In comparison, her handwriting is flamboyant, like a mess of cursive script. Fu Cang looked at it for a while, pointed to the blurred part of the ink and asked, "What is this word?"
Xuan Yi glanced at him as if he were illiterate: "You don't even know this word? This is...uh...this is..."
No, she doesn't even know herself anymore. She said without any guilt: "This is the word for pavilion."
Fu Cang said calmly: "What is written above is Hou Yi's arrow, where did the word Pavilion come from?"
"That's how it came." Xuan Yi waved his hand, "Go away, don't bother me."
Instead of leaving, he squatted down, pointed to another place and asked, "What word is this?"
Fu Cang raised the corners of his lips in disgust: "You need to practice your handwriting well."
Xuan Yi ignored him, continued to dance around, and said: "When I am as old as you, writing will naturally look better."
old? Fu Cang was about to grab her brochure, but he heard the disciples salute in front of Hede Hall, and Emperor Bai Ze had arrived.
Xuan Yi huddled secretly at the back, buried his head and tried his best to finish copying the last thousand words. Emperor Bai Ze's voice sounded weak: "The fall from the Lihen Sea has destroyed many inherent orders in the God Realm. Next, I will be busy for a while. Time, unable to teach. Remember to memorize the booklet I sent you last time, and this seat has homework assignments—"
With a flick of his fingertips, a long piece of white paper appeared on the desk in front of the disciples, on which at least fifty lines of words were densely written. At a cursory glance, it was full of weird things like eyes, teeth, and fingers.
"Here are fifty items. For the twelve disciples of Mingxing Hall, each disciple can bring back two to complete the homework. The class will resume after half a year. If anyone has not completed it, they will copy the booklet issued by me a hundred times. "
The disciples immediately erupted, this shameless gentleman! Pass on the anger of your own busyness to innocent juniors like them! What homework! Every time it is homework, every time it is not to find the lost items for him or to collect these weird things for him!
Zhixi "Teng" stood up, and was the first to speak up: "Sir, with all due respect, collecting these things is not homework at all!"
Gu Ting also disagreed: "The sea of hatred has fallen, sir, should you restrain yourself from these weird hobbies?"
If he hadn't thrown Fangfeng's bones into the Sea of Lihen, would such a big event have happened?
Emperor Bai Ze's face was full of innocence: "Why is it not homework? Is it possible to memorize all day when you come out to study with the master? The wilds are so big, how many places have you been to? In the future, you will get the priesthood at 50,000 years old. Where do you have to ask for directions? Ben The disciples taught by you will not be nerds, they should all be able to understand astronomy and geography at the top."
quibble! This is sophistry! Even Tai Yao couldn't bear it anymore: "Sir... I have been here for ten thousand years, and I have never seen you teach any spells." From the beginning to the end, he just studied and endorsed. He really dared to say what he was capable of.
Emperor Bai Ze sighed: "I thought you were still young, and it would not be too late to practice martial arts, fists and feet until you were 40,000 years old. Besides, the elders in your family have their own routines, so don't bother me to do it for you. In this way, when I am done with this section, it will be as you wish."
He wanted to say more, but saw a little fairy boy running outside Hede Hall, panting and calling him in a low voice: "Dijun, Wenhua Palace has sent priests to urge him again!"
Emperor Bai Ze's face turned green, and he left the Mingxing Hall in a hurry after saying "You guys remember to finish your homework".
Xuan Yi finally succeeded in copying the 3,000-word record of knowledge and experience, but when he looked up, he found that the husband had already left. Wouldn't he accept the record of knowledge and experience? She finally copied it!
The disciples on the other side also had to do this seemingly unpleasant homework. The master was so busy that they were too embarrassed to speak ill of him behind his back, so they had to slander each other and read the things listed on the white paper several times. , Gu Ting suddenly pointed to one of them and said, "I can get three stamens of this whirling peony."
Another disciple also said: "Our family has Jiuying's eyeballs."
All the disciples first ticked off all the things they could find at home, and the remaining ones were extremely difficult to get at first glance. Everyone clamored for a long time~www..com~ Each received a different task, leaving only Three or four were impossible to complete, so they left Hede Hall angrily one by one.
Fu Cang walked forward along the snow-covered path, and after a few steps, he couldn't help but look back, Xuan Yi followed him unhurriedly like a tail, she also went east when he went east, she also went west when he went West. He was a little helpless, Zhixi Guting and the others who had been on the way just now had already avoided, so he had to stop and turned around and said, "What are you doing?"
Xuan Yi waved the white paper in his hand: "Do your homework."
Fu Cang said calmly: "I have the black water black snake gall and the blue bird tail feathers, didn't I just say that?"
"That's yours, not mine."
Fu Cang let out a sigh of relief, why is it so tiring talking to her? He leaned forward and squatted down, whispering: "Your legs and feet are inconvenient, go back to Zhong Shan honestly, don't worry about homework."
Xuan Yi lowered his head and picked at the carvings on the rattan chair: "Mr. will start teaching after half a year."
Fu Cang was speechless, did she cling to him because she couldn't change her mood because Mr. Xiao Long left? Or because...?
He got up and continued to walk forward, his tone was firm: "Go back to Zhongshan."
She remained silent and continued to follow behind.
Fu Cang suddenly felt that he could empathize with Qi Nan's feelings, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to stare at her coldly. Xuan Yi floated over and grabbed his sleeve and shook it lightly. Once the always messy and unreasonable Princess Dragon retracted her paws and revealed her docile side, there was nothing he could do.
"...don't hold back."
Fu Cang grabbed the armrest of the rattan chair, and without looking back, he dragged her towards the outside of Mingxing Hall.
———【Author’s Words】——
It seems that I will enter V on Friday! So nervous!