I am also courting Bai Yueguang today

After returning to the outer door, Manager Liu did not continue to make things difficult for him. After unlocking the door, he told him to be careful not to act recklessly when he arrived at Suqiantai in the future, lest he make a mistake and ruin the entire outer door. All followed suit.

After hearing this, Wen Xia was even more upset. The three-day period between him and Jun Lingshen had not yet arrived, and the director Liu had already expected him to go back to Suqiantai obediently to be Jun Lingshen's disciple. There is no other way to go.After casually agreeing to Mr. Liu with a few words, he went back to his room and locked the door. He sat in front of the desk and began to think hard about a good strategy.

Tell Jun Lingshen directly that he is Wen Yang who came back to life after 20 years of death?

It's not a day or two that Jun Lingchen doesn't wait to see him. If you tell the other party his identity, it will indeed dispel Jun Lingchen's idea of ​​taking him as a disciple, but there are some evil deeds he did in front of Jun Lingchen in his previous life. Ling Chen's thoughts are probably no longer possible.Don't say that he took the initiative to apply medicine for him like today, maybe he didn't even want to look at him.

Frankly speaking, this road seems to be unworkable, Wen Xia is worried, feeling worried that he is about to lose his hair overnight.

Just when he was helpless and sighed, a red talisman floated out from his collar and floated in mid-air, curled up and stretched the four corners anxiously, as if urging Wen Xiaer.

Wen Xia'er weakly raised his hand and tapped the talisman paper, and then a black fuzzy shadow sprang out, and the big black flew back and forth around Wen Xia'er, while opening his mouth wide and making a hissing sound, as if want to say something.

Wen Xia'er rested his arms on the table and supported his head. Dahei dazzled before his eyes, and slapped Dahei from mid-air onto the table with a single palm, "I have a headache from shaking you, and I will seal you back if you shake it again." Fuli to go."

Dahei hissed a few times, but he stopped running around, and sat on the table obediently, showing a bit of weird obedience on the blurred shadow without facial features.

Wen Xia touched Dahei worriedly, "Dahei, tell me, how can I make Jun Wang give up on accepting me as an apprentice..."

Dahei was very obedient, he let Wen Xiaru touch him without moving a muscle, but after hearing what the other person said, he suddenly tilted his body, opened his mouth and hissed non-stop.

Dahei was kept by Wen Xia'er's side for many years, and over time, he was able to understand some of Dahei's words.

"You said you asked me to write to Jun Wang..." Wen Xia frowned, "What are you writing? Slow down." Dahei didn't understand everything he said, just like now.

Hearing this, Dahei opened his mouth wide, then slowly closed it, repeating hissing and hissing repeatedly, and sometimes hissing consecutively, patiently satisfying Wen Xia'er's request.

"Give, Jun, Wang, write, love..." Wen Xia paused every word, "Poetry?"

"Write a love poem to Jun Wang?!" Wen Xia'er read the words together again, her face paled in shock, and she stood up from the stool.

Dahei hissed again, indicating that he was right.

"Am I crazy? Or are you crazy?" Wen Xia'er uncontrollably climbed up a circle of blood red at the tips of her ears, pointed to the big black on the table and said in an unstable tone: "If I write love poems to Jun Wang, he will have to use Liu Que stabbed me to death with a sword!"

In stark contrast to Wen Xia'er whose expression had changed drastically, Dahei changed his posture very calmly, lying on his side on the table, with a calm look, and hissed at Wen Xia'er for a while.

Wen Xia'er interpreted Dahei's words, and when she heard the end, her expression calmed down, "You said to let Jun Wang know my thoughts, if he knows that I like him, he will definitely think twice about taking me as a disciple ?”

The big black hissed, indicating that it was correct.

Wen Xiaer sat back on the stool, bowed her head and pondered for a while the pros and cons of this method, and after a while, said: "I wrote a love poem to Jun Wang, his character will definitely draw a line with me, let alone a master and apprentice, I'm afraid I can't even make a nodding acquaintance."

Dahei was silent for a while, then floated up from the table and flew to Wen Xiaer's left shoulder, and hissed again into Wen Xiaer's ear.

"You said that if I don't tell him about this matter, I can only be his apprentice. After becoming his apprentice, it would be disregarding morals to reveal those thoughts..." He himself was fine, he had been in his previous life. He is notorious and everyone shouts and beats him, but how can Jun Wang, who is revered by everyone in the immortal world and cannot tolerate any blasphemy, bear such a big stigma?

What Dahei said is right, there are only two paths in front of him now: one is to become Jun Lingshen's apprentice obediently, and get along with the other party in the name of master and apprentice; Knowing his thoughts on Jun Wang, the worst result would be a complete falling out with Jun Lingshen, and even being kicked out by Yu Zeshan.

He has always been a person who would rather be broken than broken, and Jun Lingshen is his sweetheart. Now he has completely changed his appearance, and is no longer the young master Mingqiu who has done bad things in front of the other party. If this is the case, he still cannot be with Jun Lingshen If the identities of Taoist couple are together, then he and Jun Lingshen have a real and shallow fate.

Therefore, he will not be Jun Lingchen's apprentice.

Even if the other party would turn against him because of this, he would not hesitate.

After making up his mind, Wen Xia breathed a sigh of relief, he had already thought of the worst consequences, and let the rest take its course.

"Dahei, you are right." Wen Xia stood up from the stool and walked towards the desk, "I am indeed, it is time to reveal my thoughts to Jun Wang..."

Looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, Wen Xia was so nervous for the first time.

He sat down on the chair behind the desk, grinded the ink, and spread the paper in one go, but when he picked up the pen, his movements stopped.

His body was stiff and motionless, the blush on the tips of his ears hadn't faded, and another layer of blush was stained on his cheeks, the hand holding the pen trembled imperceptibly, a drop of ink dripped along the tip of the pen onto the clean paper, Leaves a cloud of ink.

Seeing this, Wen Xia breathed a sigh of relief, put the pen in his hand back to its original position, replaced the ink-stained paper and laid a new one, and was about to pick up the pen again when Dahei was in his ear again. Bian hissed.

Wen Xia understood the meaning of the black words, and said with a dry smile, "I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous."

Dahei hissed again, obviously in disbelief.

"Shy? You say I'm shy?" Wen Xiayou snorted coldly pretending to be indifferent, "How could I be shy? Isn't it just to write a love poem? I think I wrote a lot when I was in Mingqiu. Taking out a song can make the girl in the boudoir feel distracted... Just wait and see, I can write a song right away."

As he spoke, he wanted to pick up the pen, but when the ink dripped onto the paper again, and another piece of paper was wasted, he still couldn't write a single word.

Wen Xia sighed, dropped the pen and leaned back on the chair.

Well, he admits he's boasting.

He has never written any love poems at all, and the ones he has written the most are either formations or symbols. The word love is really far away for him, and he can't handle it.

Although he likes Jun Lingshen, he has never confessed his feelings to Jun Lingshen. It is the first time that writing love poems is a bit difficult to tell.

Dahei seemed to see his embarrassment, and floated down from his shoulders to his heart, screaming and hitting his heart hard.

Wen Xia was stunned for a moment, and said: "You said that if I write a poem about what I want to say to Jun Wang, he will be able to understand my feelings?"

Dahei shook his body, indicating that he was right.

"Then I want to say too much to him in my heart..." Wen Xiayou chuckled a few times without thinking of something, the redness at the tips of her ears deepened, and she wished she was about to bleed.

But when Jin Dahei mentioned this, Wen Xia already had some clues in his mind, he put away the smile on his face, and his expression was rarely solemn.Sitting up straight, he picked up the brush that was thrown aside, and began to write on the paper.

After a while, he stopped writing, and when the ink was dry, he solemnly folded up the poem and put it in the envelope, sealed it with wax, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Bo Mo." Wen Xiayou yelled, "Do you think that Jun Wang will see the contents of this envelope tomorrow, will he just... agree to me." He was thinking vainly.

Dahei leisurely climbed on top of his head, found a comfortable place to sit down, and hissed a few times in response.

After Wen Xia realized the meaning of the big black words, she slapped it off her head, and retorted: "How do you know he doesn't like men? I haven't heard of any girls he liked either." !"

Da Hei Piao opened his mouth towards Wen Xia'er in mid-air and did not make a sound, as if he didn't want to discuss this topic with the other party.

Wen Xia picked up the envelope and said to herself: "Maybe he doesn't like girls, and he doesn't like men either... Maybe he likes me."

Hearing the words, Dahei's fuzzy body trembled violently. It opened its mouth wide as if it wanted to say something, but in the end it didn't say anything, and quietly lay on the edge of the window to watch the scenery.

And Wen Xia'er was still silent in her wild fantasies, pinching the envelope and blushing for a while and being silly for a while.