Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

When Xie Qiushi woke up, he still didn't want to go anywhere, so he stayed in Wuling along the way.

I lived here for half a year.

The Wulingmen took care of Xie Qiushi well, and Xie Qiushi was too lazy to go back to Yingtai, so he wandered around the mountains every day leisurely, admiring the flowers and the moon.

The people of Wuling are also simple and foolish, they only say "The Immortal is training me", and happily run around for Xie Qiushi, but the mortal world is not as good as the fairyland, so how can they get the things that Xie Xianjun is used to.

Xie Qiushi didn't care too much, he opened his eyes and closed his eyes to suffer, a straw mat was spread under the tree, and he fell asleep under the flower tree, the sleep was even more sound than when he was in Yingtai .

A slight sound of footsteps approaching from a distance, Xie Qiushi woke up immediately, but he still closed his eyes, turned over and curled up on the ground.

The man approached lightly, Xie Qiushi felt someone lift the back of his head, and then a bare pillow was stuffed under his head.

He made a "tsk", rubbed the pillow, and sat up lazily. Sure enough, the person kneeling in front of him was Yu Suqing's big disciple named Lingjing.

Ling Jing lowered his eyes and said, "Xian Jun is awake."

Xie Qiushi chuckled: "Little baby, why are you so considerate, knowing that I like your pillow?"

"If Xianjun didn't like my pillow, he wouldn't have come to squeeze me on it in the middle of the night." Ling Jing replied neither humble nor overbearing.

Xie Xianjun laughed loudly, and flicked his fingers on the Ling lens: "You are really discerning. Your pillow is the most fragrant in Wuling."

Xie Xianjun stayed in Wuling for many days, although he had a good impression of this small sect, he could tell at a glance that this poor family had no great talent, only the head disciple in front of him was quite talented.

This Lingjing is also a strange person, born cold and cold, unkind, humble and obedient to him, neither humble nor overbearing, but knows his heart very well, he knows what he wants as soon as he raises his hand, and as soon as he closes his eyes, he rushes to give it to him Pillow.

"Shouldn't you be doing your homework in Xishan at this time?" Xie Qiushi asked casually. He stood up, leaning against the tree trunk, fiddling with the emerald jade beads in his hand.

Ling Jing moved forward, and a dishonest leg in front of him immediately rested on his knee. He sighed softly, and helplessly pressed down on Xianjun's calf, and replied: "Ling Jing's homework has already been completed. It's done."

He answered this question cleverly, but Xie Qiushi could hear the implied meaning, and pointed it out: "There is nothing Yu Suqing can teach you, right?"

Ling Jing didn't answer, but moved forward and pressed Xie Qiushi's knee.

"Among you mountain people, if anyone is lucky enough to be able to attain the Tao, then you are the only one." Xie Qiushi said lightly, and then smiled, "Every child, what are you doing with an old face? The fairy praises you for being amazing!" Well, laugh twice!"

Lingjing paused, and his lips moved subconsciously obediently, but he couldn't laugh.

"Laugh, laugh!" Xie Qiushi approached and pulled his face with a playful smile, and let go of his hand halfway through the pull, "No, I can't help you, you laugh yourself."

Finally, Lingjing couldn't help but raised her lips slightly, and then quickly lowered the corners of her mouth: "Xianjun, don't make trouble with me."

He was born beautiful, and his smile was as natural as ice and snow melting. Xie Qiushi was delighted to see the red plums, so he grabbed him to stand up and said, "Come, shake your fists and feet with me, and I will show you."

As soon as the two tossed and tossed, they tossed to the branch of the moon. The Wuling disciples went down the mountain and scooped water to cleanse themselves by the stream. Hey yo" covering his eyes, muttering in his mouth, "It's out of place", "It's immoral".

Ling Jing invited him out from behind, dumbfounded. Xie Xianjun sniffed around and yelled, "It stinks, it stinks." Finally, he turned his head and buried it in Xue Ling's hair, saying, "It's still you It smells best on you."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, this action was a bit ambiguous in the eyes of ordinary people, but Ling Jing knew that Xie Xianjun treated people no differently from the cats in the mountain, and he would smell and sniff before approaching anything, and if he felt good, he would come over. If you don't like it, just shake your butt and leave.

"Dust is everywhere in the world," Lingjing stood up straight, and said softly to the person next to his shoulder, "Lingjing is lucky to serve the fairy near the side, so the dust is not close, so it naturally smells cleaner."

Xie Qiushi snorted twice and didn't speak again, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Yu Suqing checked the students' homework, Xie Xianjun occasionally interjected a few words, and the rest of the time he chatted with Lingjing. The group went down the mountain back and forth. A disciple suddenly turned his head to Xie Qiushi with a red face and said, "Xian, Xianjun."

Xie Qiushi raised his eyebrows.

"I heard that Xianjun is celebrating wine. This disciple got two altars of good wine a few days ago, please accept it!"

The disciple stumbled and spoke profusely, Xie Qiushi stared at Lingjing with a bit of bewilderment.

Lingjing smiled and said: "Songzhi has admired Xianjun for a long time, so let Xianjun accept it."

Only then did Xie Qiushi say "huh" twice, and waved his sleeves pretending to be natural: "Just send it to my residence."

Songzhi was overjoyed, and went to pick up things in a hurry, which made Xie Qiushi puzzled.As soon as the head was opened, it was out of control, Wuling disciples "buzzed" around Xie Qiushi's ears like mosquitoes, flies and bees.

"Since Xianjun has collected the wine, there is no need for a wine set. I have already placed it at the door of Xianju's house this morning."

"Xianjun, my grandfather passed me a jade paperweight, but I can't write, you must accept it!"

"The fairy uses a fan as a blade. My disciple bought a magic fan from the Dongling market the year before last. Please accept it."

"...I told you earlier that you were cheated by the vendor!"

"Xianju, Xianjun likes to take care of flowers and plants. My disciple has two pots of Chunlan, which only bloomed this year..."

Xie Qiushi's mind was empty when he heard that, so he could only use his elbow to stab Ling Jing's back. Until the slanting moon was about to fall and the group dispersed, Xie Qiushi's side was quiet.

The two walked on the path in silence, Ling Jing sent Xie Qiushi back to his residence, and accompanied him to sort out the presents all over the floor.

Xie Qiushi was bored watching Lingjing help him arrange all kinds of things on the shelf, and suddenly said: "It's useless to send things."

Ling Jing turned around in surprise.

"A group of unqualified brats can't become immortals, and it's useless to send things." Xie Qiushi muttered to himself.

"Xianjun," Ling Jing stopped and turned to look at him seriously, "they don't send things to Xianjun for the purpose of becoming immortals."

"Then what do they want?" Xie Qiushi said generously, "Just tell me what you want. As long as I can find it, I will find it for you."

Ling Jing was surprised: "Did Xianjun confiscate gifts from others before?"

Xie Qiushi became angry with embarrassment: "Of course I will accept it! Although the little bastards in Yingtai never gave me anything, Qin Lingche would reward me with fairy artifacts and wine before telling me to kill someone. Yan... Uh, the bastard surnamed Yan gave me things, probably It's to coax me not to hide when it bites me."

Thinking of it, his blood surged up, and he stomped his feet vigorously.

Ling Jing blushed when she heard this, and hurriedly said: "Xianjun, we are giving you something, and we don't ask you to do anything."

Xie Qiushi was taken aback.

"Well, we admire you and are grateful to you, so we gave you something." Lingjing whispered, as if a little embarrassed, he hesitated for a moment, then took out a silverware from his sleeve, handed it to Xie Qiushi, and said with a smile, " Xianjun, I have the ability to become a fairy myself, I didn't make this gadget to please you, but because I wanted to give it to you."

Xie Qiushi took it and saw that it was a delicate and bright hand mirror.

"What is this?" He shook the mirror.

"Xianjun taught me to practice every day, so I touched the door and practiced this 'mind mirror'." Ling Jing said, and Xie Qiushi noticed his scarred palm.I saw the young man raised his head and looked at him with clear eyes, "The fairy always sends us to do this and that, but he is always unhappy. I guess the fairy doesn't really want these things, the fairy wants I'm afraid none of us can find it."

Xie Qiushi stared at him blankly.

"After thinking about it, I only feel that according to Xianjun's temperament and ability, if you really want something, there is nothing you can't get. I can only guess boldly, Xianjun himself doesn't know what he wants." Ling Jing He said softly, "I made this mirror to look into the heart and give it to Xianjun, hoping to help Xianjun solve his doubts-Xianjun always makes me laugh, and I also hope that Xianjun can show his face one day."

He usually doesn't like to talk too much, but now he showed his heart and was a little bit embarrassed. As soon as he finished speaking, he saluted Xie Qiushi, left his pillow on Xie Qiushi's bed, turned and left the room.

Xie Qiushi sat still for another stick of incense, until the smell of the spiritual mirror completely disappeared, then he turned the mirror in his hand over, and then back again, finally after thinking about it, he turned it over again.

A faint light flashed, and peach blossoms and flowing water, mountains, rivers, sun and moon appeared in the mirror, and the beautiful scenery he had stopped on, the cliff where he had grown up appeared.

In another flash, he saw the snow-haired owner of the mountain by the cliff, Qin Lingche calling him out to play on the imperial chariot, the vibrant Baijin Cave, and the ghost child who put on a robe for him. female.

The people of Wuling were noisily practicing exercises in Taoyuanjin that they would never learn in a lifetime, and Ling Jing held his son to play chess with him... Then a pair of arms suddenly came up and hugged his waist, and then all the pictures disappeared , only a handsome face with picturesque eyebrows remained in the mirror.

Xie Qiushi jumped up from the bed with a strange cry like a ghost, his face flushed red.

He flicked his sleeves, and with a "snap", he threw the mirror face down on the ground.