Typewriter becomes a daily practice

There is no such thing as showing off that he is an excellent Huangwen writer. Tan Shaomo, who wants to maintain his face in front of Answer Jiji, is going to find out if there is any good way in the cloud altar. came into view.

#How can I attract the eyes of my Taoist partner#

Beibei in the main building is also very angry today: My Taoist partner is tall, handsome and talented, and he is also very gentle to me at ordinary times, and our dual cultivation is also very happy. I should be carefree, but recently another one is very serious The question is, my Taoist partner has recently added a few new hobbies, such as watching on-demand stones for a day or something, so he pays very little attention to me!I would like to ask fellow Taoists in Yuntan, how can you attract the attention of your fellow Taoists?

The carp on the first floor is going to be overturned: you can watch on-demand stones with him hahahaha [as witty as I am]

Yuanyuan of Struggle on the second floor: You can take the initiative, or find new hobbies yourself, so that you won’t feel neglected.

Someone from Qing on the third floor: Do you want to try staring at your Taoist companion, just keep looking at your Taoist companion, the sight cannot be ignored.

The return of the third floor is still a boy: I think I can ignore who more than anyone [smirk]

Qiuyan on the fourth floor: Changing lovers can be broken!

Linshui on the fifth floor is about to rise: Why are you all so reluctant to give your opinions? I think the landlord will fully consider me!

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Looking at Tan Shaomo, he closed the cloud altar with a "click", and felt that maybe because Hongyue Demon's feng shui was not very suitable for the cloud altar, there were no good posts.

But at this time, who didn't know about Tan Shaomo's troubled answer Ziji chatted with Ruan Qing about the shops around the book. Ruan Qing is a very powerful mortal demon, except that he himself is a writer with great brains and excellent writing skills. In addition, he also has a good business talent. When he saw that his storybook became popular, Ruan Qing, who was very good at drawing, immediately drew the main characters in his storybook. In line with the aesthetics of the demons.

After drawing these characters, Ruan Qing sold picture albums at first, and later drew some interesting plots into comic strips, and then sold comic strips. After selling comic strips, he opened a shop. After opening the store, he found a professional Moxiu took care of the shop, and he started to focus on writing again.

The small demon realm where Ruan Qing is located is far away from the junction of the demon world and the realm of cultivation, so Ruan Qing has not read Answer Zi Ji’s script, and asked if Answer Zi Ji could read his writing script before focusing on it. stand up.

After hearing the thoughts of Ruan Qing's surrounding shops, A Ziji couldn't help feeling Ruan Qing's versatility. Like him, he can only code words, but can't draw at all. He wondered whether he should try to learn to paint, and A Ziji subconsciously Tan Shaomo casually asked: "Ah Mo, do you think I should learn to draw?"

Tan Shaomo was very satisfied when he saw that Answer Ji's words had successfully attracted Ruan Qing's attention, and then he said to Answer Ji: "You can learn if you want to. Painting depends on your interest and persistence. The more you can paint, the better you can be, and it’s fine just to be a hobby.”

Answer Zi Ji nodded after hearing this, and couldn't help asking: "Ah Mo, can you draw?"

"Yes," Tan Shaomo replied naturally, and then he took out a scroll of painting, "pa—" unfolded it, and the scroll flew in the air, and said with a faint smile, "I was very interested in ink painting for a while, Just learned a little."

The scroll unfolded in front of Answer Jiji is an ink and wash landscape painting, ten meters long and six meters high. On the scroll is the landscape after the rain shrouded in clouds and mists. It is so charming that in just a moment, it seems to be able to see the refreshing scenery of mountains and rivers. This level is definitely more than one point in Answer Ji's opinion.

The answer Jiji, who has never been stingy with praise, couldn't help but praise in amazement: "Ah Mo! This painting is so good, just looking at it like this, I feel like I can be in the scene. I can't help but look at the magpie flying through the clouds. I feel as if the next moment he will fly out of the picture scroll with joyful cries, and the swaying water, reflecting the green mountain scenery, and the overlapping mountains, it’s really good!"

As early as when Ruan Qing talked about painting, Tan Shaomo, who silently searched for a low-key picture scroll that could reflect his own strength in his own space, listened to the praise of Answer Ji. He had already turned around in circles, but with a faint smile on his face, he touched Zi Ji's head: "How can you boast so well, it's just that you can see it, and it's far worse than those monks who know how to paint. Woolen cloth!"

"This is already awesome!" Answer Ziji couldn't help but sigh, "Why do I feel that you know everything?"

"It's just that when I'm not practicing, I don't have anything to do, so I just learn some miscellaneous things." Tan Shaomo wrote lightly.

If the Tan family heard this, they would all laugh. No one knows that Tan Shaomo was a victorious master who was unwilling to admit defeat in any aspect when the Tan family was young. If you are angry, you will get into it seriously when you do anything, and in the end, you can really take out anything to shock people. Therefore, there are many juniors in the Tan family who regard Tan Shaomo as an unsurpassable legend.

The answer, Zi Ji, naturally didn't know about Shao Mo's high-spirited deeds when he was young. He smiled and said: "It's amazing, if only I was so versatile."

Tan Shaomo, who has gradually improved, will not let go of any opportunity to praise his little Taoist companion. He shook his head and said, "It's good to be versatile, but it's also good that you are like this now. What you can do is that many people can do it." It can’t be done, you are very good like this, so good that you are unique.”

After listening to Tan Shaomo's words, answering Ziji looked at Tan Shaomo's serious and gentle eyes, and for a moment his heart beat wildly, he could almost hear his own heartbeat, he suddenly thought of his own text A word from this—try to be a better version of yourself and live up to such a good encounter.

It suddenly occurred to him that the person in the article said this to the person who had admired him for a long time, and he felt that his words were a bit inappropriate, but he couldn't help thinking, if he was the one who could walk hand in hand with Ah Mo...

Thinking of this answer, Ji tried hard not to think about it, he thought of his helplessness when Tan Shaomo was in danger, he thought of his helplessness when he couldn't find Tan Shaomo, he thought of Tan Shaomo only in front of him After showing his real body once, he thought that Tan Shaomo knew almost everything, and he thought of Tan Shaomo's kind and doting eyes when he looked at him...

Maybe I am just a very good child in the eyes of Tan Shaomo... Ignoring the melancholy in my heart, I paused for a while, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Ah Mo."

Tan Shaomo, who could feel the melancholy in Da Ziji's heart, knew that Da Ziji was not as happy as the smile on his face. Could it be that he didn't praise well enough?Could it be that his little Taoist companion doesn't like me praising him so much?

Tan Shaomo was at a loss in his heart, and was about to say something to make Ziji happy, when he heard Ruan Qing's noisy voice again: "Ziji! What is the follow-up of your story? Why did you only end here?" ?”

Ruan Qing ran over with the story book, and asked as he ran, "What's going on behind? What happened behind?"

Seeing this, Answer Ziji couldn't help giving Ruan Qing the latest volume he wrote this morning. After Ruan Qing took it, he read it at a glance. He laughed while crying, and said to Ziji: "It's good, I'll go to Jingjing, let's go shopping together tomorrow."

The answer is Ji can't help but not understand. So, looking at the back of Ruan Qing leaving, I somehow feel that Ruan Qing's back looks particularly sad, and Mingming Ruan Qing has always been joking during this time, his character is just like his writing style The same humor, as if nothing can knock him down, as if he can laugh off everything.

Thinking that Ruan Qing cried because he read his latest volume, Answer Ji could probably guess something.

In his latest two-volume story, after Jiang Deng sent Zeng Zeng away, he pulled Po Meng and said, "Why, whether it's a ghost, a human, a demon, or a demon, they may have What about the deep obsession?"

Granny Meng had an unshaven beard as usual, and he patted Jiang Deng on the shoulder: "In the final analysis, it's just one word."

"Which word?" Jiang Deng looked up at Granny Meng, who was a head taller than him. Granny Meng also had obsessions, and she was obsessed with the little girl in his heart.

"Love, the seven emotions and six desires, there may be no six desires, but there is always one of the seven emotions that you can't let go of. Happiness, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and hatred have been entangled for a lifetime. Letting go of them all is easy and difficult to say. Disaster."

Granny Meng looked at Jiang Deng, who seemed to understand but half understood, and said: "What's more, each of the seven emotions has its own different understanding and perception. If you see it a lot, you will gradually understand it."

Jiang Deng nodded, and then said: "I feel that every time I lead the way, their obsessions will affect me. For example, because I met Yan Long, I don't want every wandering soul I met later to just be like this. Ashes vanished..."

Meng Po was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Sometimes yes, sometimes no." Jiang Deng felt warm when he heard Po Meng cared about him.

Po Meng frowned again and asked, putting down the spoon that had been boiling Po Meng's soup: "What's uncomfortable?"

Jiang Deng saw Granny Meng's worry and shook his head: "It's not that I don't feel well, but sometimes I feel uncomfortable, and I think it would be nice if they could live a little happier."

Meng Po breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "This is their own fate, they are destined to experience these things, how to deal with it, how to think is entirely up to them."

After hearing this, Jiang Deng said, "Yeah, I should get busy."

Granny Meng nodded, and called to stop Jiang Deng who was about to turn around and leave. Seeing Jiang Deng's puzzled expression, she suppressed her words and said, "Go, be careful on the road."

Looking at the back of Jiang Deng leaving, Po Meng sighed. For a while, he didn't know whether it was good or bad to stay Jiang Deng in the underworld.

Jiang Deng naturally didn't know the entanglement in Po Meng's heart. After he got out of the ghost gate this time, he found himself on a river. There were lanterns with bright yellow candlelight floating in the river. The lanterns drifted with the river water, which was too beautiful to behold.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Jiang Deng suddenly heard a clear male voice, Jiang Deng couldn't help but raise his head, and then he saw a man in white, with a handsome appearance and gentle eyes. Seeing Jiang Deng looking at him, he smiled slightly , as gentle as the soft light of a lantern reflected in the river.

Jiang Deng looked at him and said, "It's very nice, my name is Jiang Deng, who are you?"

Although the man in white looked almost the same as an ordinary person, Jiang Deng could tell that he was a wandering spirit.

The man in white looked at those lanterns, then looked up at Jiang Deng: "Jiang Deng? The name is really nice, but unfortunately I forgot my name."

Jiang Deng counted the man in white without any trace, and he was surprised to find that the man had been dead for a hundred years, but this was the first time Jiang Deng saw a wandering soul who had been wandering for a hundred years and was still so concentrated.

"Then what do you remember? Do you remember why you still stay here?" Jiang Deng asked, "I can take you to reincarnation."

The man in white raised his eyebrows, and said, "I remember, I was waiting for someone."

"Who are you waiting for, do you remember? What does that person look like? Male or female? If I force you to reincarnate, you will probably be wiped out. If you have been waiting here aimlessly, you will also be wiped out. Maybe I It can help you find that person." Jiang Deng explained.

When the man in white heard the words, his eyes sparkled with nostalgia: "That person of mine should only be seen in the painting, not like falling into the dust."

"I can't remember his appearance, but I only remember that he is handsome and handsome, with a jade tree facing the wind. He should be a handsome young man. By the way, he has a pair of hands that turn decay into magic."

Listening to Jiang Deng like this, he could only infer that what the man in white was waiting for was an extremely outstanding man. Jiang Deng figured out where this place was, it was the capital of the mortal world, Jiang Deng sighed: "You are already dead It's been a hundred years, the person you were waiting for may have passed away, if he passed away, would you still wait?"

The man in white seemed to be startled when he heard the words, and there was a touch of nostalgia in his eyes. He said softly: "Since I have been waiting for a hundred years, I will still wait. It turns out that I have been standing here for a hundred years." ..."

Hearing the emotional tone of the man in white, Jiang Deng was also a little surprised: "Have you been standing here and never left?"

If it is said that the man in white has stayed here and never left, then the man in white must have a strong obsession with this place, and this may be a new clue.

The man in white nodded with a sense of course in his tone: "Of course, what if he comes when I leave?"

"You guys made an appointment to meet here, but he didn't come, so you've been waiting here for him?" Jiang Deng asked speculatively.

The man in white shook his head: "No, I haven't made an appointment with him, but I know this is a very important place, and I think I can wait for him here."

Jiang Deng looked at the determined expression of the man in white, and was touched for a moment. He asked again: "Then do you remember his name? Are you all from the capital?"

Hearing Jiang Deng's question, the man in white paused, thought for a while, and shook his head: "I don't remember."

Jiang Deng thought about it for a while, and the herbs flew out from his fingertips. He decided to try a wave of Wangchuan soup first. While cooking, he chatted with the man in white: "What day is today? Why are there so many people putting up lanterns?"

The man in white pointed to the bustling street, where colorful lanterns were hung all over the street: "Today is the Lantern Festival, and there is a poem saying 'He thaws the beautiful moon, and the day lily pods are in full bloom. The grass is full of spring and the color is moving. Yunfei gathers and comes together', so everyone will light a lamp of their own today. The moment the lamp is lit, it seems that the cold winter is dissipating, and the warmth and spring that belong to the new year are quietly under the brightness of their own hands. And to."

"Shangyuan Festival, there are many interesting things. Look at the long line of high lanterns over there. The front end is a multicolored dragon head, which is called Dragon Lantern, which means welcoming auspiciousness."

Listening to the man in white's description, Jiang Deng looked in the direction the man in white was pointing, and there was indeed a long string of colorful long lights with the same shape but different patterns connected together with wooden boards, so that it looked like It really looks like a long dragon, and people holding long lights walk forward slowly, just like a long dragon swimming.

"There are pairs in the small arena over there. Whoever can make the best pair will get the most beautiful lamp in the arena, as well as silver taels."

Jiang Deng looked along, and saw a table on the small red arena, surrounded by a group of people, and there were two people standing in front of the table, writing with ink. Hold up the couplet in your hand, and the crowd below will applaud, which is really lively.

"There is also a small stall for guessing lantern riddles. You can get different rewards according to the difficulty of the lantern riddles. Everything on the stall can be used as rewards. It's quite interesting."

Jiang Deng's eyes were very good, and he saw a boy and a girl standing side by side in front of a small stall. The girl picked up a lantern riddle and thought for a while, then shook her head. The boy took the lantern riddle and talked to the stall owner after a while What, the boss smiled and gave the young man a beautiful silver half mask. The young man took the mask and put the mask on the young girl's face with his own hands.

"Of course, there are also a lot of delicious food, many of which are delicious that I don't eat very much on weekdays, but I haven't eaten it for a long time, and I have forgotten the taste."

Jiang Deng glanced at all kinds of food stalls, looked at the man in white and said, "Since it's delicious, why don't you eat it on weekdays? Is it expensive?"

The man in white shook his head, looked at the street not far away, his eyes were gentle: "It's not expensive, but some delicious dishes are only delicious when eaten during festivals that belong to it."

Jiang Deng thought for a while and said, "So what you eat doesn't necessarily have that taste, but also the excitement and joy?"

"Yeah," the man in white nodded, "There are still memories and hopes."

Hearing this, Jiang Deng couldn't help sighing, mortals are really amazing, and then guessed that the Wangchuan soup was almost boiled, it took a lot longer than before, and maybe the effect would be better, Jiang Deng thought, then He handed the Wangchuan soup in his hand to the man in white: "This is Wangchuan soup. Drinking it can remind you of the most important people and things in your life. Maybe it will remind you of who you are waiting for."

After hearing this, the man in white doubted that he drank the Wangchuan soup in one gulp, and then the man in white fell into a deep sleep.

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"Tang Qingli, you're just relying on your father as a marquis, and bullying others all day long. What are you capable of? You're just a dandy who can't do anything!" The young man's tone was full of disdain, "They are afraid of trouble for you, I will not be afraid of this king, just show me your arrogance!"

The young man called Tang Qingli would be taken aback if Jiang Deng saw it. There is no other reason. This young man is just a man in white with a gentle temperament. At this time, the man in white is not only a young man, but also full of arrogance and domineering at first glance. The young man is also dressed in gaudy clothes, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and his fair skin is not ugly, but he looks like a peacock.

When Tang Qingli heard the young man who claimed to be the king say this, he scoffed in his heart. He was also a dude, so what was arrogant, Tang Qingli lay down on the recliner behind him, Erlang raised his legs high and shook With a flowery fur collar, he said with a light smile: "How dare I? If you ordered my head, my lord, wouldn't I have to go to the lord of hell and cry?"

Seeing Tang Qingli's behavior, the arrogant young prince couldn't help feeling oppressed in his chest, and thinking of the news he had heard, he looked at Tang Qingli with pity, and he said generously and compassionately: "This king is really Let's see how long you can laugh!"

Tang Qingli looked at the back of the little prince going away, and thought of the pity in the little prince's eyes before he left. He smashed the teacup on the table with one hand, and his delicate hands were soon stained with blood, but he didn't care about the pain.

A few days later, Tang Qingli drank wine and watched Shili Hongzhuang welcome into the Hou's mansion. His father married a step-wife with great fanfare, and that step-wife is also the current little princess, who is six years older than him: "Heh... ..."

Tang Qingli was drunk and his eyes were hazy, looking at the bustling street, only he was alone, he stumbled on the road, and bumped into a person, it was obviously his fault, but the arrogant young man frowned Wrinkled, and said sharply: "Who is not good-looking and hit the young master! Are you worthy of hurting the young master!"

"Is it yours?" The gentle voice like the breeze entered Tang Qingli's ears. Tang Qingli raised his eyelids as hard as he could, and met a pair of smiling amber eyes, "As an apology, I will send you How about a big gift?"

"Huh?" Tang Qingli felt that he was getting more drunk. He wanted to wake himself up, but his head was also groggy. In my arms, comfortable and warm.

The whole capital was waiting to see the joke of Tang Qingli, a big dude, but they were all stunned, the national teacher actually wanted to accept Tang Qingli as his apprentice!

The status of the national teacher is extraordinary in this country, even the emperor will pay two or three points. The national teacher of this generation is extremely capable. Not only is he needed for major sacrifices, but he can also calculate various natural disasters in advance, and everyone will be overwhelmed. He wanted to become the apprentice of the national teacher, but in the end he never expected to be taken advantage of by Tang Qingli, the biggest rich man in the capital.

However, the words of the national teacher, this son is destined to be the next national teacher, made everyone shut up.

So Tang Qingli could no longer be his arrogant and domineering flower peacock, and dressed in a white dress that couldn't be more plain, he became a master and apprentice of the state.

Tang Qingli was not used to it at first, and yelled all day long: "Hey! I don't want to follow you how to fool people all day long! Big fool, big liar, great gift that was agreed, but in the end it made me live a hard life."

"Bitter days" are certainly not hard days. The cost of food and clothing in the National Teacher's Mansion is even worse than that of the Houye Mansion. Even Tang Qingli, a big dude who is used to eating, drinking and enjoying himself, can't make a mistake. However, memorizing those mysterious and mysterious gossip and five elements every day, and meditating, it made Tang Qingli, who had no posture to sit and stand, suffered enough.

However, when the national teacher just looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, Tang Qingli's yelling would be much quieter, and then he would sit up straight and turn the pages of the book more.

Tang Qingli is actually very grateful to the national teacher. Although he doesn't believe a word of the destiny that the national teacher said, he is still glad that he has luck and can become the apprentice of the national teacher. It is a joke that he can watch from all over the capital. , has become the envy of the whole capital.

Tang Qingli's dandyism can't be changed overnight, not to mention that he never stood when he could sit, and never sat when he could lie down. Just saying that he can calm down and read books and endorse books can be called heavenly night Tan thing.

Tang Qingli once thought that he would not be able to change in this life, even if he was accepted as an apprentice by the national teacher, he would not be able to change it, which meant that he had great respect for him.

Until another year of Shangyuan Festival, Tang Qingli's birthday was on Shangyuan Festival, but his mother died because of dystocia giving birth to him, and his father began to spend time and money, pampering him but ignoring him, and his birthday has never been They are exactly the same, seemingly grand birthday banquet, but strangers come and go during the banquet.

Tang Qingli would show his face every year on the Lantern Festival, then climb over the wall and walk on the street wearing a mask.

He likes to show only a pair of eyes when no one can recognize him, he likes to walk on the bustling street, watching everyone busy with their own laughter, as if he can laugh just walking like this...

That day, he was wearing a clown's mask as in previous years, walking slowly on the street, he saw a little boy sitting on his father's shoulder, and said childishly: "Daddy! Look at Longlong!"

His father is just an ordinary middle-aged man, not tall, no rich clothes, no gold, silver and jewelry, but a face full of hardships in life. The middle-aged man smiled heartily and cheerfully: "Longlong is beautiful!" Bar!"

The little boy hugged his father's head and nodded: "It's beautiful!"

Hearing what the little boy said, the middle-aged man who was not tall in the crowd seemed to have seen it, and said with a smile, "Isn't it very majestic?"

The father and son passed him by and gradually moved away. He turned his head and continued to walk forward. The mask blocked his lonely expression but could not stop his lonely eyes. Thousands of colorful lights seemed to be gone. There were marks in his eyes.

"I found you..." The mask was lifted suddenly, and amidst the lights, he saw the national teacher smiling, as beautiful as a fairy in a painting.

He was stunned for a moment, and heard the national teacher say gently: "It is said that it is a day off for the birthday, but the master is not in the mansion. What a fool. Fortunately, the teacher did the divination before going out. Let's go, and I will punish you to guess ten lantern riddles." !"

"What kind of punishment is this!" Tang Qingli heard himself saying this, his face was reluctant to be happy, but he didn't even realize that the dark lights in his heart were being lit one by one.

"Of course such a small punishment is not enough. You will have to make a pair later. If you don't come out, watch "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" for me in the next month."

In the past, he shuttled among the crowd alone, hiding under the mask, inside and outside the mask, one side was colorful, and the other side was barren black and white.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

"Mother, mother, so beautiful! It's fireworks!"

"There are fireworks this year!"

"It's so beautiful, dad, look at it!"

When Tang Qingli held a sugar painting kitten in his hand with an awkward expression, the sky lit up, and the sky was full of fireworks, which were radiant and dazzling.

He couldn't help but raised his head, with an unconscious smile on his face, and then he heard the national teacher say: "Do you like the birthday present? May you live a long and happy life."

That grand firework fell on his heart, dazzling and beautiful.

Tang Qingli began to read and endorse books honestly, and began to meditate seriously. He wanted to work hard, at least to live up to the magnificent fireworks.

It is very difficult to change one's habits, not to mention that he is not a person who can calm down, but he gritted his teeth and persisted. He would read at night, no matter how hard or tired he was, he would wipe off the sweat by himself up.

He thought, try to be a better version of himself, and live up to such a good meeting.

He gradually changed from a proud peacock to a white swan with an elegant neck.

Gradually he was able to become an independent national teacher, he gradually understood the pressure of this position, and he gradually realized the suffering of the people.

Effort is a habit. He worked hard to grow up, and became a person who is suitable to wear white clothes, and became a national teacher admired by thousands of people.

When he turned his head, the national teacher had already left and returned to the place where he came from, a place he couldn't reach no matter how hard he tried.

After waking up, Tang Qingli looked at Jiang Deng and pursed his lips and said, "The person I'm waiting for is not a mortal, he is a cultivator from the realm of comprehension. He came to experience in the mortal realm. I can't wait for him..."

"Actually, I just want to wait for him to come and tell him, thank him for coming and making me a better version of myself."

Jiang Deng looked at Tang Qingli, and suddenly said, "I don't think I won't be able to wait..."

As soon as Tang Qingli turned her head, she saw Young Master Ruyu coming slowly.

Tang Qingli looked at it with a smile, sincere and gentle: "Thank you for coming and making me a better me."

The old national teacher looked at him with soft eyes as always: "You have done a good job, you have worked hard."

In an instant, Tang Qingli's soul that had been condensed for nearly a hundred years became more and more transparent: "Yes."

In life, there will always be a group of people who pass by your life and set off fireworks for you. From then on, your world has a new possibility of color.

The author has something to say: The poem describing the Shangyuan Festival comes from the "Fu on Lanterns" written by Emperor Wen of Liang Jian.

Lying on the bumpy green leather train for a long time, I feel as if I have traveled through 2333

How big are you every day!

【small theater】

Tan Ximo: Tomorrow I will definitely be better than today!

Answer Ji: Well, that’s for sure.

Tan Ximo: [a little dance in my heart] Hehehe