Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Zhao Xuehan bid farewell to Wen Tiandong and returned to his room, Yan Ke opened the door and let him in first.

"Where have you been?" He asked Yan Ke.

Yan Ke tore off Zhao Xuehan's coat without saying a word, then picked up the quilt and surrounded him, picked him up and threw him on the bed.

Zhao Xuehan was thrown into a daze by Yan Ke, before he could react, Yan Ke stuffed a round object into the quilt from the gap at Zhao Xuehan's feet,

The object was like a ball, with a soft surface and a comforting warmth.Zhao Xuehan poked the object with his foot, then pulled it out from the quilt, and held it in his hands.

This is something that looks like a lantern. Blue cloth strips are wrapped around the spherical frame made of bamboo, forming a neat and beautiful net pattern.Faint orange-yellow light leaked from the gaps in the grid, exuding soft heat.

Seeing that Zhao Xuehan took out the sphere, Yan Ke frowned slightly, took it away from his hand, and stuffed it back into Zhao Xuehan's quilt.

"It's warmer this way," he said. "You go to bed early."

Zhao Xuehan smiled lightly, and lay down on the bed.He covered the soles of his feet on the ball, and the heat from the ball not only warmed his feet, but also the whole quilt.

"Did you do it?" He asked Yan Ke in a low voice.

Yan Ke didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"It's amazing." Zhao Xuehan felt the warm current flow into his heart, couldn't help but squirmed in the bed, and hugged the braided ball in his arms, "You are really ingenious."

Yan Ke pursed her lips and turned her head.

Is he embarrassed?Zhao Xuehan watched Yan Ke secretly, wanting to laugh.Probably because of the warmth, the suffocation in Zhao Xuehan's heart just now has melted a lot.He simply opened the quilt a little and patted the bed.

"Thanks to you, it's much warmer now," he said, blinking his eyes. "It's cold standing there, isn't it? Do you want to sleep together?"

Yan Ke turned his head abruptly.

"No." He said, reaching out and stuffing Zhao Xuehan's head into the quilt. "Stop making trouble and go to sleep."

Zhao Xuehan's hair was messed up by him, after muttering a bit, he still obediently listened to Yan Ke's words, turned around and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He slept very peacefully this time.When I woke up, it was daylight.After a simple wash, Zhao Xuehan sat in the Lin Mansion with nothing to do, so he proposed to go to the street to have a look. Yan Ke hesitated and agreed, but asked for a companion.

Lin Jueben was also eager to follow, but Wen Tiandong stopped him, saying that he had something to say to him.

Wen Tiandong looked a little serious, Zhao Xuehan didn't know what he was going to talk to Lin Jue about.Yan Ke didn't care much about these things, and after seeing Zhao Xuehan finished tidying up, she pulled him out of the door.

The street is very lively, with pedestrians coming and going, and hawkers hawking along the street.After walking for a while, the two came to an open space in the city, where there was a higher platform. A monk was sitting on the platform, holding a book, as if he was talking about something.

There are many people around the stage, except for the monks wearing the same light yellow robes, most of the rest are residents of the city, and there are some other monks.Most of them listened carefully, and some showed a little tiredness and took a nap offstage.

"This is the forum." Seeing Zhao Xuehan's curiosity, Yan Ke patiently explained, "During the winter meeting, a group of monks will set up a forum in the city every day to explain scriptures, calligraphy, Taoism, recruit disciples, and communicate with other sects."

He raised his eyes to look at the podium, "If other sects or people from the same faction have objections, they can directly step forward to interrupt, or even compete with each other without hurting others. Take a look."

Zhao Xuehan nodded. "You seem to know a lot about this," he said. "Have you ever been to a winter festival?"

Yan Ke's expression darkened a little. "Probably." He replied vaguely, his gaze returned to the stage.

Yan Ke was tall, standing under the stage attracted the attention of some monks.A monk saw Yan Ke and seemed to be planning to come over to say a few words, but was stopped by another monk and shook his head.The monk said something in a low voice, and both of them sighed at the same time.

Zhao Xuehan turned his attention to the stage, listening to the people on the stage lecturing, he was confused.Although the people in the audience surrounded him, they gradually became dispirited.

"The people in Huaicheng are too listless." Zhao Xuehan heard a whisper from his side, he turned around, and saw two monks in light yellow robes standing beside them, talking in a low voice.

"That's right. I thought Huaicheng was a big city, and there should be many talented mortals, but I didn't expect it to be so depressed." A monk looked around and said. "People in the city are dead."

Zhao Xuehan looked around suspiciously, children were laughing and playing, and vendors were hawking endlessly, no matter how they looked, they did not look lifeless.

"Maybe it's the Yuancheng faction that's dead, and it's dead with this city." Another monk said.

"I think so." The monk said, "Yuancheng Sect is really dead. The Jingming Sect is about to end. You see," he raised his chin and pointed to the podium, "what kind of thing is the brother preaching? I was so angry that no one from other sects went up to interrupt him. I still hoped that someone would go up to compete with him and frustrate his spirit."

"Don't count on it." Another monk smiled, "How many people are left in the other two factions now? They are all relying on the relationship of the previous head, and they are all attached to my Qingxiao faction. How dare they casually speak on the forum of my faction?" Messing around, smashing my faction?"

Zhao Xuehan listened, feeling a little uncomfortable.He was very interested at first, and wanted to see other monks jump on the platform to fight each other, but now it seems that the family dominates, and the scene of several factions contending may not be seen.

After the monk on the stage spoke a few more words, he stepped off the stage.The monks in the audience began to distribute the scriptures, saying that they were the basis of some cultivation, and they could practice on their own to find out whether they had the qualifications to enter the immortal sect.

Zhao Xuehan stretched out his hand, wanting to take a copy, but was stopped by Yan Ke.

"You don't need to," he said.

"No, I need it." Zhao Xuehan pulled Yan Ke by the collar and whispered in his ear, "I don't know anything now, and you don't teach me eye surgery, so I have to learn something to protect myself." .”

"You don't need to learn." Yan Ke took the scriptures from Zhao Xuehan's hands and put them back on the desk of the monks of the Qingxiao Sect, "You can't learn it. Besides, there are problems with the cultivation methods of the Qingxiao Sect, it's useless if you learn it. "

"Hey, Your Excellency, what you said is not good." The monk who distributed the scriptures said angrily when he heard Yan Ke's words.

Yan Ke raised his head and looked at him quietly.Yan Ke was tall and majestic. When the monk saw his appearance, he immediately shrank, coughed twice, and straightened his back again.

"It's useless to learn the cultivation methods of the Qingxiao School?" He snorted through his nostrils, "Then go and learn from the Yuancheng School. The Yuancheng School is the best. Maybe after learning it, you can still be a big The devil, master is mad at me to death!"

A group of monks next to him suddenly laughed. "Brother, what you said is not quite right." Another monk rolled his eyelids, glanced at Yan Ke, and said with a smile, "They might as well go to the Jingming sect to learn. The Jingming sect is the most powerful, and their exercises But it can make the master explode when he ascends."

Yan Ke frowned.

"Oh, that's right." The monk who spoke first clapped his hands, "Who among you remembers that time? I heard from my senior brother that the scene was really spectacular. A ray of light shot out from Linshu Mountain, and then 'Wow 'It disperses with a sound, just like setting off fireworks."

"Yeah," another monk smiled, squinting at Zhao Xuehan, "I don't think this little brother has any qualifications, and our Qingxiao faction doesn't like it, so why don't we give it to the Jingming faction. Maybe we can give it to him at that time." Let's set off fireworks."

A burst of laughter broke out among the monks.The more Zhao Xuehan listened, the more she frowned.He wasn't angry because he was being teased, but he felt that although these monks came from a great sect, they didn't have any monk temperament at all, and they talked like pheasants and wild dogs.

Zhao Xuehan took a step forward, and when he was about to argue with this group of humble monks, Yan Ke blocked him with his hand.

"Sorry." He bowed slightly, cupped his hands in salute, and then pulled Zhao Xuehan and turned around.

"Oh, can't you just say a few words? Do you want to ask the immortals like this? It's too uncertain." A monk's shady voice came from behind.Yan Ke didn't even look back, she just dragged Zhao Xuehan away.

Although Zhao Xuehan knew that Yan Kela was right, if he really stepped forward to argue, he would probably be humiliated even more by those monks.But he still felt a little depressed, and his walking pace slowed down a bit.

Yan Ke turned her head and saw Zhao Xuehan's expression, she couldn't help but sighed.He pulled Zhao Xuehan to stand by the wall, took out a few hickory nuts he just bought from his sleeve, crushed them with his hands, and stuffed the walnut kernels into Zhao Xuehan's mouth.

"It's such a small matter, don't get angry." Yan Ke said softly.

Zhao Xuehan's mouth was stuffed with walnuts and he couldn't speak.I'm not particularly angry, he thought, but Yan Ke fed me again... Is he coaxing the child?

Seeing that Zhao Xuehan didn't speak, Yan Ke slowly put his left hand in front of Zhao Xuehan and spread out his palm. Zhao Xuehan saw a few pieces of rags piled up in his palm.

"This is?" He swallowed the walnut, wondering.

"The belts of those monks," Yan Ke said, "I cut them off."

Zhao Xuehan froze: "When?"

"When I apologized just now." Yan Ke said lightly.

Zhao Xuehan couldn't help laughing when he thought about the scene where those monks found out that his pants had fallen off after laughing at them.

"Childish," he said.

When Yan Ke saw Zhao Xuehan's smiling face, his expression softened a lot.He raised his hand, shattered the trouser belt into pieces, and blew it into the air. Then he raised his head and looked at the shops on the street.

"Do you want to eat glutinous rice cake?" He asked Zhao Xuehan.

Zhao Xuehan nodded: "If you buy it, I will eat it."

Yan Ke smiled slightly, and wanted to reach out to touch Zhao Xuehan's head, but retracted her hand in mid-air.He took Zhao Xuehan's hand and walked to the door of the shop, asking the boss to help weigh the pastries.

Zhao Xuehan looked at the novelty snacks in the store with great interest, which he had basically never seen before.Yan Ke looked at him quietly, suddenly remembered something, and his eyes became slightly serious.

He pulled Zhao Xuehan to his side, and asked in a low voice: "You really know nothing?"

"Huh?" Zhao Xuehan realized that Yan Ke should be asking about cultivation, "Yes, I really don't know anything."

"How did you find out the crimes committed by those monks in the town?" Yan Ke asked.

Zhao Xuehan blinked and hesitated. "I can read minds." He whispered, "I don't know why. I can't do anything else, just this one. Those monks won't hide their thoughts, and what they plan to do is very clear to me."

Yan Ke frowned deeply. "Strange." He murmured, but didn't continue to ask.The owner of the store has already weighed the dim sum and is asking him to get it.

Yan Ke paid the money, took the glutinous rice cake, and thought for a while. "Weigh some of the dim sum in this shop for me." He said to the boss.

Zhao Xuehan didn't pay attention to Yan Ke's movements, his attention was already elsewhere.When Yan Ke asked him about his mind reading skills just now, he discovered something slightly abnormal.

He raised his eyes and looked at the street outside the store.The streets were bustling with people.

"Strange," Zhao Xuehan muttered softly, "Why can't I see..."