Kuai Chuan is not a person

It is important for disciples to come to pay respects.

But you are more important, so stay with you.

Wen Xi was stunned for a moment before he understood the meaning of his words, he turned his head and smiled secretly, but he was bored in Yunzheng Palace these few days, so he suddenly had an idea in his mind.

Wen Xi said: "Since it's important, then go and take me with you."

Standing on Chu Lan's shoulder, he easily jumped to the collar of his neck, then burrowed along the collar, hiding in the collar on his shoulder, making Chu Lan's left shoulder look bulging,

Chu Lan turned her head to look at the little guy on her shoulder with a smile, tidied up a bit, got up and walked out.

Yiqing watered all the flowers and plants in Yunzheng Palace, but unfortunately most of the plants were not yet enlightened, and the ginkgo tree was too old, chattering more than he did, and he couldn't finish talking, so he didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to him. He talked, and the jasmine plant in the yard was fragrant and pleasant, and also enlightened, but the blossoming jasmine flowers looked fresh and elegant, but they were all noisy little girls. Every time he went to take care of Jasmine, they made trouble Headache.

He had no choice but to talk to the pomegranate tree he was familiar with, talking about the breakthrough in the practice of the exercises, and talking about the many mushrooms growing on the back mountain, but unfortunately, those mushrooms could not speak.

Yiqing is a person who is very eager to talk, he was just an ordinary little demon, in his heart the two luckiest things in his life, one is being enlightened to become a fairy, and the other is being accepted by the master as an apprentice.

Others say that he is introverted and dull, so he has few friends and no one to talk to.

He likes flowers and plants, so he regards them as objects of conversation. No one knows that Yiqing, who is usually taciturn, becomes a small talker when facing those plants, and can chatter all day long.

The pomegranate blossomed beautifully, so he stood under the tree and praised him in 180 ways, while interspersed with his own short stories. Pomegranate secretly listened to his praise, but had to endure his endless conversation.

Yiqing: "Your pomegranates are blooming so beautifully, they are the most beautiful flowers in the yard."

The pomegranate tree shakes its branches, and a flower brushes over Yiqing's cheek, like a soft satin, with a light fragrance.

Unexpectedly, the flower branch was ruthlessly pushed away by Yiqing, feeling a little embarrassed: "I, I am a gardener who has received education in modern biology, don't...don't touch me with flowers."

He was so shy that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, so he said embarrassingly, "To make a tree, you need to be more self-respectful!"

Pomegranate tree: "???"

He let out a cold snort, and he was greeted by Yiqing's pleasantly surprised voice: "Are you enlightened?"

Pomegranate tree: Lao Tzu developed spiritual wisdom 800 years ago.

Every day that followed, Pomegranate Tree regretted [-] times why he couldn't help making a sound at the beginning, and since then he has been haunted by small talk, and even dreams are his clear but crackling voice.

Wen Xi learned about this wonderful relationship from the system, and was silent for a long time.

System: "What's wrong?"

Wen Xi sighed deeply: "Yi Qing said that he is nothing special!"

He said sadly: "He is so good-looking, he says he is mediocre! Do you know how difficult it is to be good-looking?"

Wen Xi hid in Chu Lan's collar, and happened to pass by the pomegranate tree, and as expected, Yi Qing stood under the tree, raised his head and talked to the pomegranate tree.

Seeing Chu Lan coming, Yiqing saluted respectfully and looked behind him curiously. Where is his master?

Chu Lan nodded slightly, and continued to walk outside the palace. Yiqing looked at his back leaving in doubt, and asked in a low voice, "Have you noticed that the clothes on the shoulders of Immortal Hengyuan are wrinkled?"

The pomegranate tree responded: "Yes, disheveled."

Yiqing frowned again: "I haven't seen Master for a long time, and Immortal Heng Yuan finally came out of his room, but he still didn't see Master."

The pomegranate sloth said lazily, "Maybe he is practicing."

Yiqing: "Last time you said they were..."

Pomegranate tree: "Double cultivation."

Yiqing nodded, thoughtfully: "Why is Immortal Hengyuan walking like flying? Logically speaking, shouldn't he be lying on the bed and unable to get out?"

The little books he read were all drawn and written like this, and his back hurt when he moved, and he couldn't get up for several days.

The pomegranate tree fan was silent: "Are you...sure?"

Yiqing nodded, and the pomegranate tree said helplessly, "Do you think your master can suppress him?"

Therefore, my master must be the most handsome and handsome. It is a matter of course that the general gong cleans up: "My master has profound magic power, so it is natural."

Pomegranate Tree: Suddenly I don't want to pierce his innocence.

Chu Lan took Wenxi out of Yunzheng Palace and walked eastward on the clouds and mists. Wenxi saw that there was no one around, so he carefully poked his head out from his collar, looked at the scenery outside, but felt something was wrong.

Wen Xi: "Isn't this the way back to Hengyuan Palace?"

Chu Lan responded, "Yes, I will take you out for a walk."

Wen Xi asked in surprise, "Aren't you going back?"

Chu Lan: "Those little bastards have been practicing for so many years and can't become immortals. I'm too lazy to see them."

On the other side, the little demons in Hengyuan Palace, hearing what Chu Lan asked the little hedgehog to convey to them, went back to the mountain weeping, and clenched their fists, swearing that they would not disappoint Chu Lan's expectations, that they would practice hard and work hard to succeed. Fairy!

Wen Xi lay on Chu Lan's shoulder, showing a small head, pulled his collar as a quilt, yawned and fell asleep.

When she woke up, she found a busy street in front of her. Chu Lan moved a small bench and sat on the side of the street, with a bowl in front of her.

Wen Xi: "..."

He asked the system: "Have you changed the world?"

Chu Lan in this world is a handsome boy begging on the street with a miserable life experience!

System: "No."

Wen Xi grabbed Chu Lan's collar and looked out: "Is it the loss of human nature or the loss of morality that the majestic immortal lives on the street and begs?"

He took a closer look, and saw that Chu Lan was sitting on a short bench, her long legs were a bit cramped, and in front of her was a standing drawing board, and in front of it was a plain white porcelain bowl. A ten-dollar bill was placed.

Playing a sad erhu tune at this time might suit him better.

So it's not begging, you're doing... a street painter?

Sitting on the wooden chair on the other side of the drawing board is an old lady, wearing a bright and pure sky blue skirt, exquisite stiletto high heels, her white hair carefully coiled up, and two gold pendants dangling from her ears, she looks energetic and blessed .

Chu Lan's painting was watercolor, and the painting scroll was filled with bright sky blue. It was almost finished at this time. He blew on the paper, put down the brush, and handed the painting to the old woman.

The old lady smiled so that every wrinkle seemed like a little flower bloomed. She took the painting and asked eagerly, "Is the young man interested?"

Chu Lan nodded: "Yes."

The old grandma let out a sigh, and seemed to be a little regretful. Before leaving, she gave an extra ten yuan: "It's just for the holidays. I'll buy flowers for your partner."

Chu Lan responded with a smile, and the three ten yuan in the small white bowl were relatively silent.

When Wen Xi heard about the festival, he was a little moved: "Is today Valentine's Day?" No wonder Chu Lan wanted to take him out quietly.

System: "No, National Day."

Wen Xi: "What flowers to send for the National Day?"

System: "What dog food do you distribute on National Day?"

There are still tons and tons of hair. As a year-round system, he is very tired.

Chu Lan noticed that Wen Xi had woken up, smiled and carried him out, and put him on a colorful palette aside, Wen Xi sat obediently on it as a puppet, but when she looked down, she found that he was covered with blue hair.

Wen Xi: "!!! Chu Lan dyed my hair?"

The system pitied: "He used you to paint."

Only then did Wen Xi see the small writing brush on the body next to him, which was still dipped in blue paint, reflecting the bottom of the white palette really nicely.

Seeing his messy blue hair, Chu Lan laughed out loud, Wen Xi explained tremblingly: "It must be...it must be the efficacy of the medicine!"

Chu Lan motioned him not to move, took his blue hair with her hand, and said softly, "Don't let others find out."

Wen Xi quickly covered his mouth with his hand, but he found that the movement was even bigger, so he quickly put down his hand and sat upright, pretending to be a blue-haired doll.

Chu Lan's business was deserted, and no one came for a long time. He took a small comb to comb Wenxi's hair smoothly, then divided it into two halves, tied two ponytails, and then divided the braids into three strands, and slowly braided them into small twists. .

The system admired: "Chu Lan's craftsmanship is really good, the braided twist is tight and firm, and the size is even."

Wen Xi pursed his lips and asked him to make it up with a serious face, but couldn't help but open his mouth and asked, "Didn't you say you brought me out to play?"

In the end it turned into playing with him

……s hair.

Chu Lan tied the last rubber band tightly, and said with a smile, "I want to take you to the playground, but unfortunately I have no money, so I have to do street art."

System: "Liar, the bowl he placed to collect money is glazed and shiny, elegant and elegant. It is Ru kiln Ruware. If he sells it, he can directly buy the playground."

Wen Xi: "But you have only drawn two pictures so far."

Two tickets, 30 yuan, are not enough to open a room.

Chu Lan corrected: "Actually, it's a piece of paper. Just now, a little girl secretly gave me ten yuan because of my pity. She put it down and ran away."

Wen Xi: ...It's because you are handsome.

Chu Lan clasped her fingers and counted: "For a date, you need to have a meal, buy a flower, and find a place to rest at night. In this way...you have to draw a few more pictures."

With a smile on his face, he lowered his head and said to Wen Xi, "Will you wait for me?"

Wen Xi was just taking out a big chestnut and chewing on it, seeing that he was so stunned, he couldn't help but nodded.

System: "You two are like a poor scholar who wants to earn fame and revitalize his family business, and asks his poor wife if she would like to accompany him and wait for him."

System: "You are that filthy wife."

Wen Xi stroked her braids, and felt at ease as a virtuous and kind wife with blue double twists.