Refusing to work overtime for the teacher

Gu Song's invitation surprised Xie Ling.

Xie Ling has a stereotype of Mr. Xue Sheng.From his point of view, Gu Song came to Hefeng to look for him, either for the sake of cultivation, or for the affairs of the sect, or to worry about his injury, or even to check on the level of his flute practice. Maybe, anyway, it wasn't for him to hang out with him.

But things just happened, without warning, suddenly.

And the fact of going outside the mountain itself is enough to make Xie Ling yearn for.He has been here for some time, and he has seen the small town below the mountain from among the clouds, but he has not been there yet.

Xie Ling was interested and looking forward to it, but unfortunately, he agreed to Xiao Xun to watch the competition for a while.Xie Ling was very hesitant and didn't respond immediately.Gu Song turned his head to look at him, noticed the slight change in his expression, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "You don't want to go?"

What I don't want is to stay here and wait for the game.Xie Ling replied silently.

The third round of the Dianshihui competition is a point system, and each person has three chances to be on stage, not consecutively.Such a competition system requires a lot of time and energy to keep what you want to watch.When Xie Ling realized this, he wished he could immediately create a time machine to travel back and grab the throat of the one who answered Xiao Xun's request.

Xie Ling sighed in his heart, he wanted to play outside the sect.

After Gu Song asked that question, he sat back beside Xie Ling and waited quietly for his answer.

The wind passing through the mountains was full of heat, but it did not bother the two people, only the drawing paper on the low table was gently blown.Xie Ling's painting today is a figure painting, one person wearing a light hairpin, holding a long sword upside down, standing facing the stream.

This is not a specific person in the painting, but it happens to be the black clothes that Gu Song often wears.

Xie Ling's eyes fell back to his own painting, and then looked at Gu Song from the corner of his eye, and suddenly remembered that Xiao Xun asked him to take pictures to analyze his competitors.He realized that there are not only TV sets in this world of cultivating immortals, but also video tapes. Well, before meeting Xiao Xun, he could go to Shi Laifeng to get two photo stones to make up for the competition.

Indeed, he promised Xiao Xun to watch the competition, but he didn't say that he had to watch the live broadcast.

The entanglement and hesitation disappeared immediately, the weight on the shoulders was gone, and Xie Ling felt at ease.He shook his head and said to Gu Song: "Senior brother is rarely free, why not go?"

"I hope I didn't delay your business." Gu Song looked sideways at Xie Ling, and his voice was low and soft.

"Of course not." Xie Ling replied.

Gu Song nodded: "Then let's go." After saying that, Fu Yi got up, threw a sword out of the long corridor, and took Xie Ling to step up.

Xie Ling "guarded" the sword once for a long time, the wind was swift and harsh, but it passed by without any harsh feeling.

Xie Ling vaguely felt that her physique was stronger than before.

When the mountains are bustling, the sound of swords and soldiers clashing, the sound of people shouting, and the noisy cicadas ring out non-stop.It is quiet outside the mountain, the farmland is opened up along the river, and the sunlight flows like gold.There is a small town named Yuerong behind the field. There are long and short streets and alleys in the town, but due to the heavy heat, few people walk on the bluestone road.

Gu Song Yujian walked to a street that was half full of shade and half full of sunlight, lightly shook his sleeves, and put away his sword.

This street can be considered bustling in a small town, with everything you need from books, shops, clothing, restaurants, and wine shops, and there are occasional sounds of bargaining and yelling.The appearance of Gu Song and Xie Ling did not cause any alarm, as if they were people from this street.

Xie Ling was very satisfied with this kind of integration, secretly looked around, feeling that the map that was marked early in the morning was finally opened today.

Gu Song walked in front of Xie Ling, there was half a step between them, and they both walked at a slow pace.

The summer wind blows into the long street, shaking the shadows of the trees and rustling the branches and leaves.When passing by the winery, you can smell the aroma of wine that has accumulated over the years, accompanied by the laughter in the courtyard wall, it is very fireworks.Xie Ling involuntarily relaxed her mind, her gaze slowly swept across the signboard in front of the winery, and then towards the ancient pine.

His figure is still upright, but compared to when he was in the sect, the corners of his lips are no longer as cold and sharp as a knife's edge, and his brows are a little gentler.

Xie Ling stared blankly, and became even more curious. He looked around again, trying to figure out what Gu Song brought him here for, but unfortunately he didn't get any clues.

This street is not long, even if the pace is slow, there will be a moment to finish.

At the end of the street stands a hundred-year-old tree. Under the canopy, there are two large tanks. Two square tables are put together. Several porcelain bowls are stacked on the table, surrounded by a few benches. Set up a shop.

Standing next to this shop was a woman with frosty temples. There were no signboards around, so it was difficult to tell what was being sold.There is no business at the moment, she is sitting in the shade of a tree, with her head bowed halfway, making clothes stitch by stitch.

"Do you want to eat sweet wine?" Gu Song stopped when he was two or three feet away from the old tree, and asked Xie Ling with his head tilted.

"Ok?"

Gu Song's question came suddenly, Xie Ling went through it in his mind before realizing what he was talking about, and said "OK".

Immediately afterwards, he realized that this was actually a sweet wine shop?

Then, he thought in shock: Gu Song actually asked him if he would eat or not?

His thoughts turned here, and Gu Song had already walked over.

The old woman under the tree noticed the visitor and quickly put the battle line in her hand beside her.When she looked up, she was startled at first, then smiled happily, got up and said, "Is the head fairy coming this year?" The tone was naturally familiar.

"En." Gu Song responded, Lianyi sat on a bench, looked at her, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"The bones are still healthy." The old woman replied, walked to the table, picked up two porcelain bowls, "Is it the same as in previous years?"

Gu Song: "Yes."

The two were obviously old acquaintances, and the old lady's attitude towards Gu Song was not lacking in respect.Xie Ling was puzzled and curious at the same time, and made up some plots in his brain, but stayed where he was.

The old woman looked at him with an amiable smile: "Where is this fairy? May I ask what flavor you eat?"

"Just be like me." Gu Song answered for Xie Ling, and then glanced at him.

Xie Ling sat over.

Apart from the cleaned bowl and spoon, there were two small pots on the table. As soon as his eyes fell on it, he heard Gu Song say: "It's pagoda flower honey. If you think the fermented rice is not sweet enough, you can add it yourself."

"Oh." Xie Ling replied.

After a while, two bowls of the same sweet wine were brought to the table.The rice-white soup is contained in the rough porcelain bowl, and the glutinous rice balls are round and round, and the bowl wall is cool.Xie Ling took a sip and felt that the sweet wine tasted enough, but the overall taste was too weak, so she opened the Sophora japonica honey and added a small spoonful to the bowl.

He tasted it again, and slowly adjusted the taste until he added two spoonfuls, and finally felt right.

Gu Song watched Xie Ling's actions from the corner of his eye, and the amount of acacia honey he put in the bowl. His dark eyes flashed the complex and difficult emotions, he pursed his lips several times, and finally said: "You..." But he didn't finish speaking.

"What's wrong?" Xie Ling didn't know why.

Gu Song stared at him for a moment, then asked: "Does it suit your taste?"

Xie Ling: "It tastes good." It's refreshing, it's his favorite summer drink.

"That's good." After speaking, Gu Song lowered his eyes, moved from Xie Ling's side face to his hand holding the spoon, then passed over his fingers, and fell back into the wine in front of him.

Xie Ling's thoughts also turned thousands of times.

Hearing that Gu Song was talking to this old lady who sold wine and rice balls, he thought it had something to do with his cheap senior brother being more relaxed in this town than when he was in Zongmen, but after some observation, he found that the two seemed to be just regular customers and the boss friendship.

The problem goes back to the original starting point.Along the way, apart from this sweet wine shop, Gu Song didn't pay much attention to other places.Even here is not the reason, so why did he come to this small town?

Xie Ling felt as if he was doing a reading comprehension question, and the real answer was most likely because the author wanted to write it that way at the time, and there was no reason for exaggeration and comparison.

But Xie Ling still couldn't help thinking about it.

Could it be related to today's day?But today is not a certain solar term festival, and there are no other important matters to be done except that it is the third round of competition of the Star Reaching Group of the Diamond Club.

It can't be an anniversary, can it?Xie Ling put a mouthful of glutinous rice balls into her mouth, chewing while thinking.

What month and day is it today?

Oh, June [-]th, it really is an ordinary day.

...Wait, June [-]th?Xie Ling's hands froze, his eyes widened, and he suddenly remembered that when he first came to collect information, he had found something that could be called human affairs files.

It recorded the birthday of Lord Ming Yi, the sword-wielding elder of the human world—June [-].

Mr. Ming Yi is Gu Song, and today is the twenty-eighth day of the sixth month.So today is Gu Song's birthday.

Xie Ling's hand holding the spoon tightened and began to panic.

He remembered Gu Song's birthday, but he didn't remember it completely, so that he was unprepared for the day when it came down.

And some things can also be inferred that Gu Song is a regular customer of this brewery shop, but even this old lady probably doesn't know why he came this day, but she keeps it in her heart year after year.

Xie Ling tried his best to maintain his expression, thought and thought, turned to Gu Song, and called out: "Brother."

"Huh?" The called person raised his brows slightly, his expression was normal, and he only asked questions in his tone.

"Happy birthday." Xie Ling said to him.

Xie Ling's voice was soft, but firm.

After these words, Gu Song's raised eyebrows drooped back, and he said "hmm" again.

The coarse porcelain spoon rose and fell in the bowl made of coarse porcelain, but hearing a slightly dull crash, he scooped up a spoonful of fermented rice and put it into his mouth.