Zhu He

Weiqiong paused for a moment, and then said: "He... is alive."

Weiqiong said that he was alive, but didn't say whether that person was alive or not. Hearing this, Chang Jiaci sneered, as if to say, look, such a kind person is nothing more than that in the end.

Wei Qiong met the cold curve of his mouth, but put away the smile on his face.

"Blessing," Weiqiong said softly, "I really don't know if that person is doing well, because we haven't seen each other for a long time, but when he said goodbye to me, he said to me, He doesn't know how long he can live, but as long as he is still alive, he will be grateful, contented and happy, so that those who miss him can feel at ease, and live well for those people, even if not for himself."

Chang Jiaci couldn't help but see a face that looked like himself saying such generous words, it was unimaginable.

He couldn't help but murmured: "This temperament is quite suitable for company with Dong Qinghe."

After finishing speaking, he was taken aback and froze for no reason.

After hearing this, Weiqiong smiled heartily: "It's a pity that there is only one sect master in the world, and how many other people can be as righteous as him, just like me, I have no ambitions, because compared with good and evil , I’m more stuck in joys and sorrows. The road of practice can take thousands of years, which is boring enough. If you are blocked by unfavorable things every day in the middle of the journey, what’s the point of living and attaining the Tao? ?So, it doesn’t matter if you do good or evil, it’s best to enjoy yourself in time.”

As Weiqiong said, he patted the corner of his robe and stood up, waving his hand to attract Fuyun, and asked Jiaci: "Do you want me to see you?"

Chang Jiaci's complexion was a little pale, maybe it was because of Weiqiong's words or something.

Weiqiong only thought that his heart touched, so he didn't say much, just said: "Then take a good rest and recuperate, the door master has not allowed anyone to enter the stone house in recent days, I can't visit you, hope to see you next time, Your injuries will be healed."

As he spoke, he boarded the floating clouds.

It wasn't until the person left that Chang Jiaci lay on the ground for a while before sitting up in a daze, looking down at his chest.I saw the new clothes that had been put on only a few hours ago, and the originally finely embroidered magnolia at the collar had turned into a few scorched black holes, and a layer of paper dust fell off with a light shake.

Chang Jiaci stared at the fly ash that was gone with the wind, and then looked at the empty sky, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he didn't return to his senses for a long time.

……

When he returned to Pianshiju, the clothes naturally attracted Qinglang's attention. It was inevitable that he would talk too much and make Dong Qinghe suspicious. Chang Jiaci told him frankly that he went to Chenbu to see Yumiao, but he was beaten back, and there was a mess there. There was a pot of porridge, and the clothes were splashed by sparks from the refining furnace that Chenbu carried outside.

Qing Lang didn't say much, but said that in two days, Kibe would send two new ones.

"So those clothes were sent by Kibe?" Chang Jiaci asked.

Qing Lang nodded: "Kibe is responsible for the living expenses inside the door."

While Chang Jiaci was changing the tattered clothes on his body while rolling his eyes, he suddenly caught sight of the other two moon white robes placed in the wooden box. Chang Jiaci reached out and shook them away, and asked, "What about this one?"

Qing Lang said: "This is the door owner's old clothes, so it was also sent by Kibe."

Chang Jiaci snorted: "It's Kibe, but I think it's... Elder Miwu?"

"This..." Although it was a matter of tacit understanding, Qing Lang couldn't respond right now.

Chang Jiaci flipped through the clothes again, nodded again and again: "Good stuff, good embroiderer."

At the end of the sentence, there was an ear-piercing crackling sound, which made Qing Lang stunned, and the next moment, the two clothes were thrown away.

Chang Jiaci smiled and said: "Ah, I was really careless. I broke it. When your sect master comes back, you can ask him if he still wants it. If you don't want to throw it away, put on a few more patches and continue wearing it."

Saying that, he flung his sleeves and left the inner room, leaving Qing Lang speechless looking at the shattered rags.

"........."

When Dong Qinghe came back, it was rare for Chang Jiaci to sit in front of the desk and read a book. The comic books that Yu Miao gave him had already been read, and there were no new additions, so at this moment Chang Jiaci was reading Dong Qinghe's book .To Chang Jiaci's surprise, what Dong Qinghe hid was not some secret book of exercises from the realm of comprehension, but some unofficial histories from the human world, large and small, quite complete.

And Dong Qinghe on the other end was also a little surprised. Whether it was the "young palace master" or the previous "little apprentice", they were not illiterate in terms of knowledge, but at least they were illiterate, but Chang Jiaci in front of him But it does not seem to be the case. Even though he has not written any articles, Dong Qinghe can perceive from his leisurely and peaceful eyes on the books that Chang Jiaci can understand these books, even... He may I have read it a long time ago.

However, Chang Jiaci's surprise was not very pleasant to Chang Jiaci. After throwing the book away, Chang Jiaci slowly began to grind the ink. After grinding, he spread the rice paper and took a pen, dipped it Mo, with a wave of his wrist, opened and closed on the paper, and wrote four large characters in a chic manner.

—Clothing, crown, poultry, beast.

If you don't read the content, it's not an exaggeration to just say a word of spring breeze in this handwriting, it's a pity that...

After finishing writing, Chang Jiaci threw down the pen with a "snap", and looked at Dong Qinghe with a smile.

"It is said that the master of the East Gate is wise and all things, I also ask you to take the trouble to give me advice?"

For his obvious provocation, Dong Qinghe didn't feel unhappy at all, instead, he walked behind Chang Jiaci with a smile, watched his calligraphy up and down, and then bent down.

"Let me teach, shouldn't I call 'Master'?"

His voice was very low, and the scorching breath blew past Chang Jiaci's ears, causing the pinna to immediately turn crimson.

Seeing that Chang Jiaci raised his eyebrows angrily when he heard this, Dong Qinghe said again: "However, my calligraphy skills are only mediocre, so it's better to learn from each other and strengthen each other."

As he said that, Dong Qinghe took out the layer of rice paper, covered Chang Jiaci's hand holding the pen with one hand, and put the other hand on the desk and said, "Well... what should I write?"

His posture is the same as holding Chang Jiaci in his arms from behind. Chang Jiaci feels the warmth against his back and struggles uncomfortably: "You... If you want to write, write it yourself. let me go!"

Dong Qinghe just smiled lightly, ignored his words, and said, "Will you just write what's in this book?"

As soon as Chang Jiaci raised his eyes, he saw a book of miscellaneous essays on the desk, and at the top was a motto:

A gentleman likes a good man, but forgets his own good, a villain likes his own good, and forgets others' good...

Does this mean calling him a villain? !

When Chang Jiaci saw it, he was about to be furious immediately, but he saw that the pen in his hand had already dripped ink under Dong Qinghe's force, but the words written were not the one that provoked his anger.

Dong Qinghe said that he was not good at calligraphy, but Chang Jiaci guessed that the "Pianshiju" hanging on the door was probably made by Dong Qinghe, and it was indeed the case.Compared with Lian Tang back then, and the three characters of flying dragons and phoenixes outside the door, Dong Qinghe's brush strokes are more upright and majestic at this time, as vigorous as the wind, and every swipe and swipe can penetrate the back of the paper.

There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang.

Encounter, meet with your son...

After finishing writing, Dong Qinghe let go of Chang Jiaci's hand. Seeing that the other person was still a little dazed, he took the pen from his palm and hugged him directly.

"It's not the one on the desk, it's the one you were reading just now..." That beauty, with just one glance, caught her in her heart, she let the time pass by, her appearance is changeable, she just wanted to hold hands with that soul.

But in the face of Dong Qinghe's sincerity, Chang Jiaci's eyelashes flickered, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I just flipped through it, but you have piercing eyes."

Dong Qinghe smiled lowly: "Put it on your heart, no matter how small or far away, you can never forget it."

"I really should draw you like this for those people outside who think you are a gentleman to take a good look." Chang Jiaci couldn't stand Dong Qinghe's flattery, and glared at him sideways, but it was a pity that the crimson color on the pinna had spread to his cheeks , Lining the corners of the eyes and the brows with a hint of red, there is no trace of the momentum of the past.

Dong Qinghe lowered his head and kissed the scar on his cheek that still had a little trace, and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you to draw."

Chang Jiaci was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to give him another slap, but when he glanced at the opponent's chest, that hand clenched into a fist again, and was so angry that he grabbed his own handwriting and slapped it on Dong Qinghe. In front of him, the other party laughed lowly.

But fortunately, Dongmen Master remembers Chang Jiaci's temper, so he can't provoke him so hard. Seeing the other party gasping for breath, Dong Qinghe had to pat him on the back while changing his words: "I will give you the antidote." I gave it to Elder Jin, he is getting better, and he asked me to thank you on his behalf."

"Let that fat old man keep it to himself." Chang Jiaci snorted disdainfully, thought for a while, and then said, "You Zhen broke into your Qinghe Gate so blatantly, you don't want to deal with him? "

Dong Qinghe understood that this was Chang Jiaci's resentment, and he wanted to pick them up to fight with the snipe and the clam, but he didn't point it out, he just said: "They are still investigating Poge, except for the matter of Elder Jin, Master Wan and Yang Shan The death of the head of the sect may also be related to Yanmen."

"Maybe what, who else but him?" Chang Jiaci curled his lips.

"I want to know what happened to him."

"People said that they want the feathers of the three blue birds." It was the three blue birds, but Chang Jiaci's finger pointed at Dong Qinghe's chest, "You give it or not."

Dong Qinghe grasped his fingers in the palm of his hand: "If he really wants something, he shouldn't use this method."

"Tsk, why don't you use this method? Could it be that you really gave him a door-to-door invitation?"

Seeing that Dong Qinghe didn't say anything, Chang Jiaci glared.

"Do you know him?"

Dong Qinghe shook his head: "I have never met him. But I happened to see the corpse of Moxiu who died at his hands. The Taoism of the Yanmen master is indeed unfathomable."

"Better than you?"

Chang Jiaci was surprised, and then smiled deeply at Shangdong Qinghe, Chang Jiaci immediately raised his face.

"What are you proud of? I'm not praising you. If Youzhen is really above you, the first one to die is your Qinghemen!"

Dong Qinghe bent his eyes: "His cultivation level should be lower than mine, but no matter how high his cultivation level is, I will never let those things happen again."

"But your so-called decent people are doing nothing." If he was Dong Qinghe, he would have copied the sword and killed him in Yanmen's lair, pinned the poisonous bird to the ground, plucked its hair and let it bleed.

Dong Qinghe seemed to know what Chang Jiaci was thinking: "Don't have impulsive thoughts, Yanmen is not simple, I will handle the matter of Youzhen myself."

"It's not that I haven't been there before..." Chang Jiaci disagreed.

Dong Qinghe withdrew the smile on his face, and said solemnly: "The door is open, and people who take it lightly will take the initiative to enter the urn. This is the usual method of demon cultivators. At this moment, we must not do it again. Moreover, the structure of Yanmen is treacherous, surrounded by miasma. Shan, the current Youzhen will no longer allow people to easily enter, so we have to think long-term."

"Okay, okay, I just said casually, he is not worth my risk," Chang Jiaci turned his eyes away from Dong Qinghe's direct gaze.

Dong Qinghe stared at him for a while, then smiled back, he got up suddenly, took Chang Jiaci's hand and walked out.

Chang Jiaci was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Dong Qinghe said: "I know that Yu Miao is recovering from his injuries, and you are bored in the door every day. I will take you to a place."