Ku Rongti

Sang Shishi and Jing Gu were arranged in the same room, and Jing Gu, a bumpkin who had never seen the world, was amazed at the expensive furnishings in the house.

By the way, stretch out your paw and touch it twice.

Sang Shishi felt more and more that Chu Deng was simply sick, why did he bring such a shameful thing?

"Don't fumble around, can you? Have you read the book that Chu Deng gave you?" Sang Shiyi couldn't read it any longer.

Jing Gu sat next to him, opened the book on the table, and said with a bitter face, "I can't read, and I can't understand what my uncle gave me!"

Sang Shishi: "..."

He said why he hadn't seen Jinggu read a book, because he couldn't read.

Sang Shishi got up helplessly, went out to find the housekeeper and asked for a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and put it on the table when he came back.

"I'll teach you how to read, you have to study hard." Sang Shixi paused for a moment, then asked again: "Can you write your own name?"

"I will do this." Jing Gu excitedly took the pen and wrote two crooked words on the paper.

Sang Shishi recognized it for a long time before he realized that it was the word "Jing Gu".

Sang Shiyi patiently and slowly taught him to read and write. Although Jing Gu was usually better at being lazy and slippery than anyone else, he was learning very seriously at the moment.

No one taught him this before, so he couldn't help but envy Sang Shishi.

Also an orphan without parents, Sang Shishi was taught by Chu Deng to read and write since he was a child, and he has been helping in the inn and wandering around in the market.

Maybe they were born different people.

"What are you thinking about?" Sang Shixi tapped Jing Gu's forehead with a pen, "Hurry up and practice calligraphy."

Jing Gu came back to his senses and couldn't help laughing at his own stupidity.

Everything in the past is in the past. Now he follows Mr. Chu, and he will be taught to read by Eleven, and he will become a monk in the future. This is something he never dared to think about before.

"Eleven, are we brothers?" Jing Gu asked suddenly.

Sang Shishi said without hesitation, "No."

Jing Gu patted the table: "At any rate, we were born and died together, so we can be regarded as brothers, right?"

Sang Shishi: "If you want anything from me, just say it."

Jing Gu rubbed his hands and smiled maliciously, Sang Shi always felt that he couldn't say anything good.

Sure enough, the old thief leaned over and said: "The one we met before is my elder brother, right? Can you help me find out about his hobbies from my uncle?"

Sang Shiyi slapped Jing Gu's forehead with one hand: "Stay away from me, you're dead!"

"What happened to Duanxiu?" Jing Gu was angry, "Duanxiu provoked you? What's wrong with doing me a favor?"

Sang Shishi didn't want to talk to him, so he packed up his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Jing Gu still begged him beside him, "Just ask me, my elder brother looks so good-looking, what's wrong with me liking him?"

"You just like him because he is good-looking?" Sang Shishi felt that the situation was unreasonable.

"Otherwise?" Jing Gu was confident.

Just when Sang Shishi was about to throw this thing out, the door suddenly opened.

The person who came in was Chu Deng, and he looked at Jing Gu with a half-smile: "Boy, you are so courageous, dare to have unreasonable thoughts about Zhou Shanji."

Jing Gu understood that the conversation he had just had with Sang Shishi had been overheard by Chu Deng, the bastard listening to the corner, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Sang Shishi immediately complained: "Chu Deng, he is just a broken sleeve, and he will fall in love with someone who is good-looking."

Chu Deng didn't take it seriously: "I don't know, what happened to the broken sleeve? Me too!"

Sang Shishi stared at Chu Deng with his eyes wide open. Did he hear correctly, Chu Deng has broken sleeves!?

Chu Deng felt that his apprentice was too easy to make a fuss, and proudly showed off his glorious deeds: "What's so strange about this, Mishima has a lot of broken sleeves. I think back when your master and I were studying in Penglai , I don’t know how many people have been fascinated!”

Perhaps because he was afraid of teaching the children badly, Chu Deng coughed lightly: "But your master, I am clean and self-sufficient. I can walk among thousands of flowers without touching my body with a single leaf."

Then he saw Sang Shishi looking at him suspiciously.

Chu Deng was in a hurry: "I didn't lie to you. Although your master and I are very popular, I haven't even held anyone else's hand for so many years."

Sang Shishi then withdrew his suspicious gaze. For some reason, when he heard Chu Deng say that he had broken sleeves, he felt a little strange in his heart.

After listening to Chu Deng's words, Jing Gu next to him was excited: "Uncle Shi, you said Mishima has a lot of broken sleeves?"

"Yes."

"Then... is my elder brother broken sleeve?" Jing Gu asked this sentence full of expectation.

Chu Deng's expression was as ugly as being choked by a fly. After a long time, he looked at Jing Gu with a little pity: "If you fall in love with Zhou Shanji, don't even think about it. I've known him for so many years, don't say He's a man, and he doesn't even have a girl around him."

Jing Gu pouted in disappointment, but quickly found comfort for himself optimistically: Since Zhou Shanji has never had a girl around him, doesn't that mean that he has never liked anyone?

Seeing Jing Gu's eagerness to try, Chu Deng thought for a while, and looked at Jing Gu with a smile: "I'll take you to your elder brother and let him teach you puppetry, okay?"

"Good!" Jing Gu nodded contentedly.

Chu Deng rushed to Sang Shishi and said, "I have something to tell you when I come back."

He grabbed Jing Gu's belt and lifted the kid up, and disappeared into the room in the blink of an eye.

Chu Deng entered and exited the palace as if he had entered a land without people. There was obviously more aura above one palace in the palace than other places, so he knew that Zhou Shanji must be living there.

He went directly into the hall and threw Jinggu to Zhou Shanji: "Your junior brother, teach him well."

After saying that, Chu Deng slipped away, leaving behind Jing Gu and Zhou Shanji staring wide-eyed.

After Chu Deng finished his bad deeds, not to mention how beautiful he was, he went back to Sang Shishi's room happily, and found that his hardworking little apprentice was reading a book seriously.

He suddenly felt ashamed.

What was he doing when he was 15?Going to the house to reveal the tiles or just teasing the cats and walking the dogs?It seems to have done it all.

The habit of reading books seems to be there after the age of 30. Chu Deng couldn't help but sigh that time is not forgiving. He is such a handsome and handsome man who is already 160 years old.

However, once the lifespan of a monk reaches the Nascent Soul, he will have a lifespan of 500 years. What's more, Chu Deng was in the fusion stage ten years ago, and his lifespan is 2000 years.

He sighed that his precious sword was getting old, but Sang Shishi had already seen him, put down his book and stood up: "Chu Deng?"

"It's not big or small, it's called Master." Chu Deng suddenly realized that he was "old" and felt that he could no longer allow this little fart to call him by his first name, trying to change Sang Shishi's name for eight years.

Obviously, he can only get Sang Shishi's look like a fool.

So Chu Deng wanted to regain some face as a human teacher, and asked inscrutablely: "Do you know what swordsmanship is?"

Sang Shiyi shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

As soon as Chu Deng heard it, he became excited: "Then I will teach you swordsmanship, okay?"

"Not good." Sang Shixi replied more honestly.

Apparently he didn't expect Sang Shishi to answer like this. Chu Deng was obviously stunned for a moment, but his face quickly returned to normal: "Why, isn't your sword skill good?"

In order to prove the benefits of swordsmanship, Chu Deng took out his sword Kurong directly from the spiritual sea, and drew the sword three inches. The bright sword light was more dazzling than the candlelight. Chu Deng stretched out his hand and pointed out the window, and Kurong immediately flew out. On the sword was a newly bloomed flower from the crabapple tree in the courtyard.

"Look, how convenient is it to have a sword?" Chu Deng didn't realize at all that such an approach left Sang Shiyi with the impression that he could only play these little tricks after learning swordsmanship.

One of the reasons why Chu Deng insisted on leaving Yingzhou to learn swordsmanship in Penglai was because he felt itchy to see those sword repairmen who were so chic with their swords.

Don't tell him about using the sword to help the world, help the poor, slay demons and slay demons, Chu Deng just wants to fly around the three islands with the sword to have a good time.

Sang Shiyi folded his arms and looked at him: "What else do you need?"

Chu Deng refused to let go: "Are you really unwilling to learn swords?"

Sang Shixi thought to himself, what am I doing with these fancy things, is it good-looking?

So he categorically said: "I don't want to learn."

"Then what do you want to learn?" Chu Deng didn't persevere to the end, thinking that if you don't learn it, don't learn it, just because I am too lazy to teach you.

Sang Shishi thought about it seriously, then shook his head.

It's not his fault. Before he was eight years old, he was a down-and-out young master who was not favored by his family and was "assigned" to Zhuangzi. During the seven years with Chu Deng, he had never touched anything in the world of cultivating immortals except reading and reading. out.

"Do you know what puppetry is?" Chu Deng asked suddenly, and Sang Shishi couldn't turn the corner.

"You said that puppet art is to control other things for your own use." Sang Shixi recalled the explanation that Chu Deng gave Jing Gu that day, and said.

"Puppet art pays attention to talent and understanding. Controlling other things is just superficial. A truly powerful puppet master can control living things. You are different from Jing Gu. He was born to learn puppet art. Your talent is not in it. Therefore, perhaps, you can try to cultivate a weapon that neutralizes all spells."

Chu Deng thought for a while, and suddenly a flash of inspiration: "Look, how about the silk thread?"

The corners of Sang Shishi's eyes twitched, and he really wanted to open Chu Deng's head to see what bean dregs were inside. The silk thread was a woman's thing. Although he was a minor, he was still a tough man. ?

Chu Deng knew what this guy was thinking at a glance, and immediately explained: "Of course I don't want you to use ordinary silk thread. I have a bunch of gold thread here. If it recognizes you as the master, it can produce thousands of golden threads. You can use it Using the puppet technique, or even setting up formations to draw talisman paper, if you have a high level of comprehension, using it to control living things is no problem."

Sang Shishi was puzzled: "Isn't that the same as puppetry? It's all about controlling other objects."

"No," Chu Deng looked at the silly boy with some amusement, "Ordinary puppetry can only control dead things. To control living things, you need to cultivate to a very high level. First, you have to reach the level of transformation. Silk is different, you can use it to control everything you can control, whether it is dead or alive, as long as you touch it, you will control part of it. As long as you have a breath, the gold thread is equivalent to your The other hand."

As Chu Deng said, he took out from the Linghai the gold threads that he had obtained by chance in the Penglai Secret Realm many years ago. Each thread was as thick as a hair, and they were said to be gold threads. In fact, Chu Deng was not sure what it was made of. , but the color is similar to gold, so he acquiesced that it was gold wire.

Under the candlelight, the body of the "golden silk" has the brilliance of gold, and even more restrained brilliance. It seems that there is a layer of light flowing along the silk thread, which is indescribably bright.

Sang Shishi took the silk thread, and the silk thread seemed to resonate with the few spiritual powers in his body. The silk thread seemed to come alive in his hand, and he raised a thin thread and cut a small hole on the back of Sang Shishi's hand. , a drop of blood immediately oozed out and was sucked away by the silk thread.

After sucking this drop of blood, a red light seemed to glow on the silk thread, and the streamer lingering on the silk thread became even brighter. The color of the silk thread gradually changed from golden yellow to transparent.

After a while, all the rays of light on the silk thread disappeared, and all of them were contained in the silk thread. You might be able to see the bright streamer inside if you get close to the candle.

Sang Shishi didn't understand what was going on, and looked up at Chu Deng, only to find that Chu Deng's expression was even more shocked, apparently he didn't understand either.

Sang Shishi: "..."

So what is the use of my master?

Chu Deng reluctantly retracted his wandering thoughts, and said with some difficulty: "This probably recognizes you as the master, try to see if you can control it."

Sang Shiyi tried to control the silk thread according to his words, but found that the silk thread seemed to have become a part of his body, and he would go east if he wanted it, and go west if he wanted it to go west.

"This silk thread is a good treasure, but you have to remember on the [-]th, no matter how good the treasure is, if it doesn't have the cultivation level to match it, it will not be able to display its full power." It is rare for Chu Deng to teach Sang Shi so seriously. One, Sang Shishi listened very carefully.

Then Chu Deng changed the subject: "By the way, what name are you going to give it? I think it will be called Twelve. You are Eleven, and it is Twelve."

Sang Shishi: "...I will take it myself."

Sang Shiyi looked at the silk thread intently, and suddenly felt blessed, and blurted out: "Rise and fall."

"What?" Chu Deng didn't hear clearly.

"Call it ups and downs." Sang Shishi didn't tell Chu Deng that this was the meaning conveyed to him by the silk thread. It turned out that it had its own name.

Chu Deng doesn't know the specific origin of this silk thread, maybe it has experienced countless spring flowers blooming and falling, ups and downs.

See through the changes in the world, the prosperity must decline, and the decline must prosper.

Sang Shixi couldn't help being curious about the origin of the silk thread, but saw Chu Deng yawned and lay down on his bed with his eyes closed, ready to sleep.

Sang Shishi: "..."

Get off! This is my bed!

He couldn't move, so he fell asleep with Chu Dengjiang all night.