Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

Since the precedent was set, gifts to Xie Xianjun have been pouring in like a flood.

At first, Lingjing patiently helped him tidy up each piece, but later he couldn't understand it, and Xie Xianjun himself was a messy mess, so he just let the things pile up in Xie Xianjun's yard like a hill.

Xie Qiushi sat cross-legged on the stone floor, turning one thing over and laughing at the other, while Ling Jing was at the side, holding a cattail fan to fan him——Xie Xianjun is a celestial body, cool and sweatless, so naturally he is not afraid of the heat, but he is afraid that no one will take care of him Own.

Ling Jing didn't complain, just fanned him quietly, recited the Wuling Mantra in his heart from the beginning to the end, and suddenly heard Xie Qiushi's "puchi" smile.

"What is this? 'Purse embroidered by grandma'." Xie Xianjun pointed to several things and laughed, "'Seven Fairies' Luoyi?' What is this?"

Lingjing also couldn't laugh or cry.

Xie Qiushi pulled out another cloak, and the note attached to it said: "Ziwei Emperor's Statue Royal Cloak", he immediately laughed: "Qin Lingche never wears a cloak, he always wears those expensive and thin silk satin, Hang a lot of pearls and emeralds, and walk on the road with jingle bells. Your mortal statues are all made of fools."

"My brothers and sisters grew up in the mountains when we were young," Ling Jing said, "Occasionally, we would go to the streets to buy some strange things, but most of them were fooled by the peddlers."

Xie Qiushi thought for a while, grunted, felt around his body, took out a lotus root purple sachet, and threw it to Ling Jing: "Give it to him, it's a gift in return."

Ling Jing was puzzled: "This is?"

"Qin Lingche embroidered a sachet for me."

Ling Jing was so frightened that he almost lost his grip on what was in his hand, and said, "His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, can you do needlework?"

"He knows everything." Xie Qiushi said angrily, "Once he asked me to do a very annoying thing. I couldn't get angry, so I asked him to do a very annoying thing. He embroidered this for me. .”

"..." Ling Jing had a very strange look on his face, and he finally returned the sachet, "We may not be able to accept such... strange things."

"That's right. I can't take the forced fairy fate." Xie Qiushi took the sachet and put it back in his pocket. He was really reluctant to part with it, and he was still muttering, "I knew I would have asked him to clean the chamber pot."

The two of them went through all these things, and most of them were indeed "fakes to cheat money". Xie Qiushi didn't lose his interest because of this, he commented on the fakes with relish, and finally took out the bottom fan box, With a "huh" smile, he slowly went to untie the silk ribbon on the fan box, and said as he untied it, "Guan Gong is playing a big sword in front of the gate, and the fake fan was delivered to your grandpa Xie... ah..."

Ling Jing leaned forward to take a look, and saw that there was an unattractive jade fan in the dilapidated fan box. The fan bone seemed to be made of Kunshan jade, and there was a faint light yellow in the suet jade.

"Xianjun?" He asked suspiciously.

"It's amazing," Xie Xianjun said, "It's really a rare treasure."

"Xianjun knows where this is coming from?"

"I don't know." Xie Qiushi curled up his fingers, tapped lightly on the fan bone, suddenly jumped up, took out the folding fan in his arms, "hissed" and tore it in half, "I only know, and this If you compare the handles with fans, all the fans in the world should be torn!"

Ling Jing hadn't had time to react when he saw the always lazy and boneless Xianjun suddenly jumped up, with a clear whistle, the jade bone fan unfolded "shua", Xie Qiushi stretched his robe and sleeves, and swung his hands horizontally Slant, dance that fan like a cluster of white flames.

After one move, he fell to the ground like a red flower, put the fan on his waist, and said with a smile: "Your senior brother really has some skills, help me find out who found it for me. Immortals have great rewards."

This investigation failed to find out the origin of the fan.

The disciples in Wuling were stunned by the gifts they sent, and they couldn't remember what they bought from the antique stalls. They bought no less than twenty pieces of light jade fans, paper fans and wood fans, and no one recognized which fan it was. The lucky boy got it.

Xie Qiushi didn't care too much, he simply trained all the dozens of disciples in Wuling on a whim, and called it, "Let you all get a bit of fairy fate".

The disciples of Wuling suffered a lot at the beginning, but after two days they began to suffer unspeakably, and after another two days it was almost like death, so under the secret instructions of the master, they bought two altars of "Drunken Immortal Wine" , made Xie Xianjun drunk, and lay prone on the table.

Xie Qiushi's forehead was pressed against the table, and his mouth was unconsciously "gurgling". The roots of his ears and neck were red. When he touched him, he was like a poked ball, and he shrank his neck with a "woo li".

The disciples looked amused, since Zhao Songzhi dared to take the lead in presenting gifts, he was naturally bold, and he walked around behind Xie Xianjun lightly, stretched out a pair of cold hands, and squeezed Xie Xianjun's neck.

Xie Qiushi bounced with an "Ai yo", and then fell back with a muffled gourd.

Everyone laughed loudly, someone found out a second pair of hands and grabbed Xie Xianjun's hair.

Xie Qiushi moved again, and fell back on the table cursingly, complaining vaguely: "What are you doing, you little bastard..."

"We're just trying to 'get a touch of immortality', so don't blame us." Somebody dared to boo.

Xie Qiushi was amused, and with a "puchi" smile, he simply stretched out his hands and feet on the table like a dead fish, smashed the jar and said, "Come on, come on, I'm afraid I'll be wiped out by you. "

As soon as he opened his mouth, a group of disciples gathered together laughing and laughing, and touched him from head to hands to back like touching Huanxi Buddha's golden body.

Xie Qiushi let them finish touching each one, then raised his drunken eyes, and smiled at the spirit mirror standing not far away: "Why don't you come to touch it? Do you dislike me?"

Ling Jing had no choice but to step forward, put his arms up, and let Xianjun stand up on his shoulders.

"Stop messing around." Ling Jing said, "I should send Xianjun back to rest."

All the disciples laughed again, and then they scattered, Ling Jing supported Xie Xianjun, walked two steps, Xie Xianjun quit again, and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

"Carry me." He stretched out his hand rascally, "I can't walk anymore."

Ling Jing had nothing to say, reached out and touched his forehead, then knelt down and carried him on his back.

Xie Xianjun probably used some magic technique, his whole body was weightless, and fell on Lingjing's back like a feather. Lingjing carried him on his back and walked slowly towards the mountain full of peach blossoms.

There was an untuned humming in his ear, Ling Jing was walking, and was in a daze, when suddenly a breath was blown on his neck from his shoulder, he was itchy and shivered, and almost threw the big guy on his back off.

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble." Xie Qiushi smiled sullenly, buried on his back, "I'll give you a breath of immortality. I'm afraid that you don't have enough immortality, so I will give you a special treatment."

Ling Jing was fascinated by the sound, and after a while he smiled and said: "Does Xianjun really think that I can become a fairy?"

"Yes, why not." Xie Qiushi said absently, "If you can't, in the future you will grow old with them and lose your teeth and turn into ashes. Who will squeeze my shoulders and legs?"

Ling Jing let out a low sigh.

"Why? Not happy?" Xie Qiushi became unhappy, and performed a carp on his back.

Ling Jing hurriedly said: "Xianjun, stop making trouble..."

"Huh? You really don't like it? You really don't like it. I'm going to suck back the fairy energy!" He said, and then he sucked hard on Lingjing's neck.

Ling Jing exclaimed, his face turned red: "Of course, I am willing. Immortal Lord, don't mess around anymore."

Xie Qiushi let out a big laugh of a successful mischief, and Lingjing himself was also amused, the figures of the two disappeared in the shadow of the peach blossoms, only the footprints on the moss were not deep or shallow, long and winding all the way.

Xie Qiushi was already half asleep and half awake when he was carried back to the bed, a burst of familiar incense lingered in his nose, he opened his eyelids, and saw that the spirit mirror was burning incense for him.

"..." He moved his lips, wanting to ask something, but didn't speak.

Ling Jing trotted over quickly, pulled the thin quilt over him, brought the hangover soup that had been prepared on the table, and fed him a sip.

Very familiar taste.Xie Qiushi thought to himself.

The hangover soup was still hot, made very sweet, with a faint floral aroma, probably because of the addition of flower nectar, Xie Qiushi took a sip, and then lost his mind.

"Xianjun, rest after drinking." Ling Jing said softly.

Xie Qiushi obediently drank the hangover soup, faintly, he seemed to hear the crisp and sweet chirping of cranes and the faint sound of flute.

He suddenly felt as safe as returning to a certain embrace. Unconsciously, he grabbed the emerald beads on his wrist with his fingers and stroked them lightly. The smooth and slightly cold touch seemed to be coaxing, and he quickly closed his eyes. .