Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Xi Guangliang, so even though he didn't feel sleepy, he still huddled under the blanket and exposed half of his head to breathe.

The outside of the room is very quiet. The servants here are all those children who were not well-qualified but still somewhat spiritual did not want to leave and stayed here when the former mountain opened the sect. They had no chance to practice, and they were unwilling to be as ordinary as before Ordinary people simply planted roots in Tantai's house, maybe after many years, they will get mixed up in a job like a general manager, and going out is no worse than an imperial court official.

The sun was hanging leisurely on the blue sky, Song Jing squinted out of the window, wooden beams, blue-gray stone walls, flowers blooming in the yard, and his mind was full of thoughts for a while.The last one he learned was like the spring water in Tantai, he let out a long sigh, and simply buried his whole head in the bed.

Tantai Chunshui was eager to see through this morning, but he showed a look of indifference.The three-foot green sword in his hand fluttered up and down in the bamboo forest, following his figure, forming a gorgeous sword net. His posture at this moment was like that of Tantai Chunshui, light and floating, as if he was stepping on the clouds, not eating. The mist of fireworks in the world.

In the middle of the dance, he retracted his sword and stood up with a swipe, slightly bent his back, and put the sword into the mustard seed bracelet.With misty eyes and puzzled eyes, Xiao Qingli, the second son of the Xiao family, why didn't he come here for morning class.I remember that I told him the location at the banquet last night.

He didn't expect that Song Jing was still in the bed, and he didn't expect that Song Jing went directly into his left ear and out of his right ear last night, without taking anyone's words to heart.It has nothing to do with him, Song Jing thinks so, it has nothing to do with him.

Unable to calm down, Chun Shui sighed softly and walked slowly towards Song Jing's room.

"Bang bang bang."

Song Jing heard the gentle knock on the door, and subconsciously thought of the gentle boy from yesterday.

"Come in by yourself." He said, and then turned his body to face the door. This was a very polite way of reception in his impression.

Chun Shui frowned, he was still in the dormitory, he should be painting.It has long been heard that the second young master of the Xiao family became obsessed with painting, but he can't even skip breakfast.

Pushing open the door, Chunshui walked around the screen, and saw a young man with only a pair of slender red phoenix eyes, black hair scattered on the pillow, staring at himself lazily, and asked with a slight nasal voice: "Uh... Tantai Chunshui..." Song Jing Frowning, it seems impolite to call that.

Mr. Tantai?Young Master Tantai?

I am really not used to this kind of classical name.

"Chunshui." He forced a smile under the quilt, screaming really awkwardly, cleared his throat, "What can Chunshui want from me?"

It's still - sleeping!

Among practitioners, it is rare to see such a top-notch person who is still nestled in the quilt after three poles in the sun.

painting?Really overestimated him.

For a while, Chunshui's face covered with a layer of sadness changed in a thousand ways, which was very exciting.

Seeing Chun Shui's disbelieving expression, Song Jing touched her nose in embarrassment.He really didn't think it was as serious as Chun Shui's expression, but—he glanced at Chun Shui's trembling lips again, which frightened the young master's fragile and sensitive heart, should he seriously repent?

Lifting off the quilt, he got out of bed and put on his shoes.

"You, you..." Chun Shui was even more frightened, dryly pointing at Song Jing's crumpled clothes and shaking, "You actually slept with your clothes on."

It is common sense to wash and change clothes before going to bed in the world view, and it is an act of the same concept as going out to get dressed.At this moment, seeing the clothes folded on the bed all night, the folds are like mortal pickles, it's like seeing someone shopping in underwear.

"It's no big deal." Song Jing glanced at the fussy young master from the corner of her eye, her lips twisted into a mean arc, "If you don't like it, wait outside the door."

The vague sarcasm at that glance made Chun Shui's face slightly stiff, and he turned his head and walked out: "Change a piece of clothes, the clothes in the closet are not the ordinary things you used to wear. From now on, you can sleep however you want. Sleep, the material of ice silk will not wrinkle casually."

Song Jing looked at Chun Shui's faintly angry appearance with great interest, and suddenly felt that this seemingly indecisive and sad young master actually had his own temper, which was hidden and arrogant.

Yawning, Song Jing rubbed the bridge of her nose, opened the closet, took out a long gown, fiddled with it a few times, and successfully put on a pear-blossom white tunic with wide sleeves.Copying a piece of snow-white inlaid jade pendant from the jewelry shelf and hanging it around his waist, Song Jing stood in front of the small drum-like mirror and took a picture, smiling at the ten-year-old face with eyebrows raised and lips curved, he really looked like a monk of.

Taking a closer look at the jade pendant again, the inlaid characters had complicated strokes, which were obviously characters he didn't know.Song Jing suddenly remembered that he could understand the words here, and what he said here were all Xiao Qingli's subtle habits.So, do you know the words here?

Feeling uncertain, Song Jing hoped that this inscription is to the world what oracle bone inscriptions are to China in the 21st century.Illiteracy is terrible, and it is a great tragedy at any time and any place.

Going out and looking at the depressed Tantai Chunshui again, Song Jing smiled at him with a rare smile.In his opinion, the young master Chunshui is really the young master who has lived in the deep courtyard for a long time and doesn't know the sufferings of the world, but his heart is still soft and wonderful, and You Rouxia is a very emotional person.I hope he can be happier, Song Jing's eyes are in a trance, maybe he will make the first friend in this world.

Chun Shui was slightly embarrassed by Song Jing's dazed eyes.He turned his head away, and took a few steps forward, avoiding Song Jing's gaze: "I'll take you to the study."

Song Jing shrugged and followed Chun Shui's pace. Hearing the word "study" made his scalp tingle and his heart feel weak.But helpless, this hurdle always has to be passed.Standing in the world, one must be a prophet to the world.

Words are the best way to convey a world message, history and culture.

Tantai Chunshui took Song Jing to his study.

His study room is not very big, but the windows are bright and clean, the lighting is very good, and the room is soft and bright.Tall mahogany bookshelves line the walls, with green potted plants dotted around the corners.Looking up, one can see creeping vines growing around the beams in the shape of a spider plant, with small white flowers blooming. Just looking at it, one can feel that the air in the room is much fresher.In the center facing the window is a desk, which looks rather abrupt in the empty room, as if breaking the tranquility of the room.

Tantai Chunshui explained in a slow voice: "Your study has not been tidied up yet. This is the desk prepared for you."

"En." Song Jing replied, raising her eyebrows, "What about you?"

Chun Shui pointed to a cushion in front of the window: "I usually practice there."

Song Jing nodded to express her understanding, walked to the desk and looked at the unfamiliar pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and was a little stunned for a while.

I am very interested in the practice of this world, and the "calligraphy and painting into the Tao" in my head is also very clear.But when it came to actually implementing it, he was embarrassed.People who seldom even pick up pens, people who are used to typing on the keyboard, suddenly have to use a brush one day, and not just a few strokes of graffiti, but writing and painting, grand writing, spiritual painting, splashing ink Swipe the pen, draw three inches vertically, make it as high as a thousand feet, and draw a few feet horizontally, and make a return of a hundred miles... This... is not so difficult.

"Your Xiao family's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are amazing. I heard that you only need paper and pen in the early stage of cultivation. Once you feel the artistic conception, your cultivation level will naturally improve." Chunshui seemed very interested in this literary and artistic stuff, and asked: "It is also rumored that the cultivation level After advanced, everything in the world is made of paper, and flowers, birds, insects and fish are all paintbrushes. I don’t know if this is true?”

Song Jing pulled her cheeks: "Well, of course."

He blushed a little.If you don't know what it's like to pretend to understand, it's not enough for outsiders.

"That's good. You can practice. These pens and inks are all made by mortal masters." Chunshui smiled slightly, "It won't affect your cultivation level because the material is too good, and it won't be unsuitable because the material is too bad. Your identity. Sister Hongli is really thoughtful."

Song Jing pursed her lips, tried to do it naturally, appraised these pens and inks with a professional eye, nodded slightly, and her eyes showed satisfaction.

The ink is good ink, the color is black and moist, firm and shiny, and the paper does not fade. The paper is also good paper. The skin is like an egg membrane, fine and smooth, and the cotton is firm and tight.

Song Jing understood this strangely.

Seeing that Song Jing was satisfied, Chun Shui couldn't help but smiled again. Qingjun's sad face was like pear blossoms swirling and falling in the fog, hazy and moving.

"I'll leave first, and you can do it yourself."

Song Jing nodded in understanding, heaved a sigh of relief in her heart, she was still looking for an excuse to avoid this kind of practice that she was not good at, but she didn't expect Chun Shui to come to her door by herself.He narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "Well, it's okay. I'm going to start practicing. It's best not to disturb me."

Chun Shui hunched his back slightly, and left the study without haste.

Song Jing was left alone, looking at the pen and paper on the table with nerve-wracking eyes.

Even if he is not afraid of his identity being exposed, he needs strength.A fool knows that he is in a bad situation in Tantai's house now, and when he thinks about the so-called massacre of the Xiao family four years ago, the unknown enemy is still lurking in the dark, and he knows nothing about it.If you don't want to be controlled by others, you should obtain the unique monk power in this world.Song Jing stared at the elegant and pure-colored Zihao with a headache, and couldn't imagine how to hurt people with calligraphy and painting.

Staring and staring, Song Jing faintly felt her body ready to move, everything on the table suddenly became familiar, this familiar feeling jumped in the bones and muscles, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon.

The stone is covered with green jade, and the inkstone with fine texture is as firm and moist as jade. Instinctively attracted, Song Jing stretched out her hands subconsciously, rubbing the ink to moisten the ink, and the gloomy fragrance slowly escaped.

Calligraphy and painting, which have been previously