Xianjun wants me to be his Taoist partner

Wei Buming doesn't like reading, he prefers to understand things through others than to stay quietly in the study.As for the books in front of Shen Qinghuan, each of them was about two fingers wide, and it was scary to look at a thick volume.He glanced at it and felt a splitting headache, but Shen Qinghuan looked at it with relish, as if "Yan Ruyu" was really in it.

Standing in front of him, such a handsome young man is still in the mood to read.

Wei Buming touched his cheek, wondering if his skin was unattractive.Otherwise, why would such a handsome and unrestrained living person be left alone, reading some boring books.

Watching the other party pull out a piece of familiar rice paper from the interlayer of the book, he thought so.

Wait, rice paper? !

Wei Buming yelled: "Shen Qinghuan, look at my dinner is clean."

Hearing this, Shen Qinghuan turned his eyes away from the yellowish rice paper, looked up at Wei Buming, and got up to take the bowl and chopsticks from the other party's hand.Wei Buming raised his eyebrows and turned away from his hands.

"I said, there is no reward?" Wei Buming pointed the rim of the white porcelain bowl at the opponent, showing off the white bottom of the bowl.

Rewarding Shen Qinghuan was startled when he saw the smile on Wei Buming's face, and he thought of the scene in the distant past, when his nephew just joined the teacher's school—does that mean?

Shen Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, then finally took out the cloth bag and threw a sugar pill into the white bowl.

"It's good not to sing." Shen Qinghuan stiffened, imitating his senior brother and rubbing his head.

Wait are you misunderstanding something or am I too young to look like a child

Wei Buming watched the corner of Tangwan's mouth twitch, turned his head to avoid the other's right hand, and said indifferently: "I'm not a child, and I need you to treat me like this. Do you think I want to eat Tangwan?"

He said so on his mouth, but the next second he held the sugar pill with wooden chopsticks, threw it into his mouth and said: "You want me to rest, but this room is really boring, why don't you give me some pen, ink and paper Yan, it’s also good to pass the time.”

Afraid that the other party would misunderstand again, he pointed at the rice paper on the table with the corner of his mouth and said, "Now that we have the paper, we still need the pen, ink and inkstone. You will not refuse such a small request, right?"

"You mean this rice paper?" Shen Qinghuan looked at the crumpled paper on the table and muttered, "It's just waste paper for marking, and the ordinary products in the market at the foot of the mountain have been put away for many years. If you really want to, There are other things in the study."

He stared at Wei Buming suspiciously and said: "It's just that with your temper, can you really calm down?

Wei Buming said confidently: "Of course not, so I just write and draw casually, and this rice paper is enough."

Wei Buming is not a person who likes to read and has a calm personality. When he was young, he never listened carefully to the teacher's lectures, and most of the homework was written by the bookboys around him.

It's just that the drunkard's intention is not to drink, he admits that he is generous, and he is justified as if this is something worthy of praise.Shen Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment, on the one hand, he felt that the other party was so ridiculous, and on the other hand, he felt that this appearance was a bit cute.

In the conflict in her heart, Shen Qinghuan could only silently hand over the rice paper to the other party.

After receiving the crumpled paper, Wei Buming heaved a sigh of relief.Although he had carefully checked it before, when he saw Shen Qinghuan, he felt a little nervous for some reason.

If he had known this earlier, he should have destroyed the evidence on the spot, instead of worrying about the other party getting suspicious and putting it back where it was.

The paper is there, but the pen, ink and inkstone are still missing. Although there are many ancient books in the living room, they are naturally not placed in the living room.Therefore, Shen Qinghuan had no choice but to turn around and leave, went to the study to pack a set of tools and brought them back to the living room.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Buming whistled towards the window, and the next second a dusty butterfly tremblingly fell from the window into Wei Buming's arms.

From just now, this stupid butterfly has been poking around the window, but fortunately Shen Qinghuan was so focused on the ancient books that he didn't notice it, and now Wei Buming hastily called him in while he was going out.

"Only you, what about the other one?" Wei Buming looked at the butterfly in his arms and asked.The butterfly trembled its right wing when it heard the words, but there was no other reaction.

This reaction is not quite right.

Wei Buming held the butterfly's wings with his right hand and brought them close to his eyes, only to see that the left wing was originally symmetrical, but the tip of the left wing was a black mess.The butterfly he painted was originally plain in color, so he couldn't find its wound in the first place.

From this point of view, the other butterfly is probably more ominous than ominous.

Wei Buming sighed, although he didn't pin his hopes on these two, he didn't expect to fail so soon.The tip of the wing carried a few traces of the pure and strong zhenqi of the immortal family, and it should be because it touched some barrier of formation.

But fortunately, two flying insects inadvertently drilled the eyes. If I draw some mice and goshawks, let alone come back, I guess the formation will be fully triggered, and it will definitely attract Shen Qinghuan's attention.

He didn't expect that this person, with such a bad appearance and bad personality, was so concerned about his place of residence.Even if the strength is damaged, it is still what he drew, and the butterfly who is good at sneaking is actually blocked by this formation.

Even flying insects are not spared, such a fine formation, and a living person like myself, if he wants to leave quietly, it seems that he has to think long-term.

But just now this person said that there seems to be a mortal market at the foot of the mountain?

Wei Buming tapped the butterfly's left wing, and a trace of blood mist flowed from his fingertips to the tip of the butterfly's wing. The butterfly fluttered its wings and circled around him excitedly. Grab it in the palm of your hand and stuff it into your pocket.

In the dark outside the house, Shen Qinghuan, who was holding a stack of clothes and needlework, waited until the sound of fluttering wings in the room gradually subsided before returning to the room again.

"If you're really bored, there are still some clothes that need to be mended." Shen Qinghuan put the folded clothes at the foot of the bed, then threw the pen and ink on the wooden table and continued: "I'm not good at needlework, you used to be responsible for picking needles Naxian, you should not be so tired when you are seriously injured, but since you are in good spirits..."

The past! Where did the past come from! The corner of Wei Buming's mouth twitched, this little fairy really took him for a fool.

Wei Buming raised his head to look at the other party, but saw that Shen Qinghuan's expression was natural, and there was no trace of lying at all.As expected of the Immortal Monarch of the Righteous Way, hypocritical lies really come out of his mouth.

Wei Buming held his chest, and said tenderly: "No, I'm not in a good mood at all. Now I feel dizzy, nauseated and just want to vomit. I can't do such a delicate thing."

"It's nothing, it's just to pass the time, don't worry." Shen Qinghuan held Wei Buming's wrist and said, "Your body is recovering well, but the lining has not fully recovered. When these clothes are mended, it should be fine." You can get out of bed and walk around."

After all, it was just threatening him not to sew clothes and not to leave the room, Wei Buming frowned and looked at the end of the bed, half dead with anger.I thought that the incident just now was in the past, but I didn't expect this person to be unwilling to let me go.He didn't even care about his own body so much!

However, Wei Buming rolled his eyes and smiled at Shen Qinghuan, thinking that he had hands and feet, he might not go out, so could he really not go out?

As if guessing what Wei Buming was thinking, Shen Qinghuan frowned, waved a yellow-white Taoist talisman with his left hand, flew out from his cuff and stuck to the door, and in the next second a circle of yellow light shrouded the entire room.Shen Qinghuan stuffed the clothes at the foot of the bed into Wei Buming's hands, patted the top of his head and added:

"One piece of clothing and one candy."

After leaving this sentence, he did not leave the room, but picked up an ancient book and read the biography with his face facing the window.Wei Buming rolled his eyes at the back of the other party, and snorted angrily, feeling that the other party really regarded him as a crying kid asking for candies.

If it weren't for looking at the other person's face, he would have thrown his clothes in his face.After his teenage years, he hasn't eaten candy for a long, long time.It's been a long, long time since no one...feeds candy to himself.

This paper talisman is not very delicate, and it is not difficult to break through it by force.The bad thing is that this kind of paper talisman, once attacked, will transfer the information to the owner.At that time, he hadn't run a few steps, when Shen Qinghuan came back and saw the devilish energy on the paper talisman, the next second to meet him was probably an arrow piercing his heart.

Wei Buming looked at the soft sword hanging on Shen Qinghuan's waist and felt angry. Only a few fights were enough for him to realize the sharpness of the soft sword.He looked at the white gown in his hand with his mouth squinted, his heart was in a mess.

The clothes were Shen Qinghuan's usual style, the white clothes were clean without any extra decorations, and he could directly attend the funeral with a headscarf tied on.Wei Buming inspected the clothes repeatedly, and finally found a small hole in the hem of the clothes.Fortunately, it wasn't a big hole, Wei Buming heaved a sigh of relief, it was just a matter of three or two needles, which could be solved with his technique, Shen Qinghuan still had a conscience.

Wei Buming looked at the sewing box in front of him, picked up the white embroidery thread and put it down, then changed hands and picked out two kinds of red and black silk thread from it.Anyway, this person only said that he wanted him to mend clothes, but he didn't ask how to mend clothes, did he?Wei Buming raised the corners of his mouth, he had an idea in his heart, and began to thread the needle with a happy face.

Standing in front of the window, Shen Qingqiu put down the book in his hands at some point.He looked at the crescent moon outside the window, turned his head and glanced at Wei Buming, who was half lying in front of the bed mending clothes, with a twitch of his mouth, and pulled out the qin flute from his waist and put it in front of his mouth.

The sound of the qinxiao is elegant and quiet, but it is mostly used for ensembles because of its low volume.I don't know what Shen Qinghuan did, but the voice was very clear in the living room.He didn't play any famous pieces, it was probably his own ditty, the melody was simple and quiet, as elegant as a secluded orchid under the moon.In front of the window is a person enjoying the moon and playing music, but a few steps away, there is a beautiful woman lying on the bed and lighting a lamp to sew clothes. This lonely dream house in the past has also begun to have a bit of popularity.

Wei Buming didn't like music in the past, but when he listened to it today, he felt that the performer's skills were good, and the music was pleasant to the ear.He looked up at the back of the person in front of him, and suddenly wanted to retire as soon as possible, stay away from the smoky evil way and the hypocritical righteous way, find a place to settle down, do nothing, eat and sleep every day and listen to some ditties , imitating those old monsters who live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and don't care about anything.

He was a little funny, knowing that sometimes his brain would come up with some strange ideas, so he turned his attention back to his work and his hands moved faster.The small hole in the hem of the clothes could have been completed with only three or two stitches, but after Wei Buming mended it, he continued to thread the needle and thread on it, and stopped his movements after a cup of tea.He put the needle and thread into the wooden box and looked at the masterpiece in front of him with satisfaction.It just so happened that Shen Qinghuan also finished the song, so he hurriedly called the other party over.

"How is it not bad?"

Wei Buming pointed to the hem of the clothes and said with a smile, the original crack the size of a little finger had disappeared, but instead it was embroidered with a budding orchid, a butterfly on the top carefully landed on the bud, raised The wings seem to be waiting for the day when the flowers will bloom.

This picture is embroidered well, and if it is embroidered on a handkerchief purse, it will look a bit more delicate.It's just that the clothes are plain and clean, and the embroidered pattern is full of color and luster, but it destroys the atmosphere of the clothes.Furthermore, this clothing is originally a man's style, and the flowers and butterflies are embroidered on it, which is unavoidably feminine.

"It took me a long time to finish it, do you like it?"

Buming squeezed his throat on purpose, imitating the top card in the hook and said shyly, blinking and looking expectantly at the other party's upright demeanor.He thought for a long time before he decided what kind of pattern was more "suitable". Even he himself was moved by this carefulness.

He looked at the other person's fingers stroking the embroidered picture, and felt a little regretful that Shen Qinghuan's head was lowered and he couldn't see the expression clearly, so he turned his eyes and simply lowered his body and turned his head to look at the other person, but Shen Qingqiu turned his head in the next second.Looking at each other, Wei Buming looked at the other person with the same expression as usual, with embarrassment in his heart, he quickly straightened his body.

"The embroidery is very good, I like it very much." Holding the gown, Shen Qinghuan carefully touched the embroidery pattern.

Wei Buming was taken aback for a moment, looked at the other party suspiciously and asked in surprise, "What did you say?"

"I said I like it very much." Shen Qinghuan looked up at Wei Buming, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Wei Buming, thank you."

The first snow has not yet melted, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. That smile belongs to the beauty of the top of the mountains.Wei Buming's heart trembled and he clutched his chest, his heart suddenly beat violently.

The author has something to say:

so sweet

It's my own

But

Although it is described in the text that sour fructose tastes good

But I set it up in my mind to have the taste of hawthorn

So

probably maybe

not very tasty