Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

For three full years after that, Stone lived under Xiaojing Lake, on the mansion of Immortal Wuling.

Xiaojing Lake is in the middle of the heavenly court and the mortal world.Yan Chicheng's mansion is not extravagant. Compared with the rumored "Ten Mile Dance Palace, Baizhang Yuntai" in the fairy world, it looks fresh and small. It is not so much a mansion as it is a small building near the lake.

Yan Chicheng named the stone Xie Qiushi.

Stone didn't like the name, he asked repeatedly, why Xie?Why is it autumn?Which thanks?Which autumn is it?

"It's autumn again, it's withering again, and it's stone again, I don't like it." He yelled, "Give me another one, my name is Wang Chunhua!"

Yan Chicheng ignored him, and always called him "Xie Qiushi" with his first name and surname, but no one else could use this name except Wuling Xianjun, and the boy servant in the mansion called him "Master Xie" , He still called himself "Stone" when he went outside.

"Don't you like me, Yan Chicheng, Yan Daxian." Shitou stood on the footstool in front of the desk, half a body taller than Yan Chicheng who was sitting in front of the desk, then bent down and hung on Yan Chicheng's shoulder, pulling him The two lapels were pulled up and down, "Call me a little more intimate, call me Shishi, baby Shishi, sweetheart baby little Shishi, whatever."

He was blindfolded and couldn't see Yan Chicheng's eyes, so he became several times more courageous than usual, and all the scoundrels from the rivers and lakes tried their best to challenge the bottom line of Wuling Xianjun.

Yan Chicheng, however, seemed to be at peace, allowing him to dance, make noise, hug and rub against his back, his black hair was messed up, but the words under his pen were still scratched with silver hooks and iron marks.

"What are you writing?" Shito touched curiously. He didn't know a few big characters, so he couldn't touch anything. He only got two hands of ink, which wiped Yan Chicheng's sleeves like chicken paw prints.

"Xie Qiushi." Yan Chicheng said.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Shito quickly wiped the ink on his hand, "It's bad luck!"

Yan Chicheng raised his eyebrows, suddenly wrapped his arms around his wrist, and stuffed the pen into his hand: "I'll teach you how to write."

"Is it okay if you don't write?" Shitou moved his wrist with a bitter face, "And you better not talk, I'm really scared of your voice."

Yan Chicheng didn't speak any more, just wrapped his wrists lightly, took his hand, and wrote the three big characters wide open.

Shi Shi said helplessly, "I won't write after I've learned it, okay?"

Yan Chicheng curled up his fingers and scraped his palm.

Shi Shi shrank his shoulders itchyly, knowing that this meant agreement, he broke away from the opponent's hand, recalled the stroke order just now, closed his eyes, and wrote three large characters on the other side of the rice paper smoothly, which was still "Xie Qiushi" .

"How?" he asked expectantly.

Xianjun didn't say a word, and the calligraphy and strokes on the rice paper were beautiful, like plum blossoms and branches, clear and sparse.

Shi Shi complained in a low voice: "Praise me can be said."

"Writing is like a person." Yan Chicheng said lightly, "Hebi Suizhu."

His tone was taken for granted, as if he was saying, "The tree outside the window is still green today", and the thick-skinned Shitou felt his ears burn. He couldn't help but take off the blindfold to see his expression. , those black eyes were like a cage that he had endured for a long time, enclosing his whole body in it all the time.

"No, you'd better stop boasting, I'm still afraid." Shito tightened the cloth strip in his hand, and murmured, "Should I apologize?"

A pair of slightly cold hands covered his eyes, Yan Chicheng gently leaned against his ear, breathing past his ear, told him in a silent voice: "No need."

The stone often feels like a treasure that Yan Chicheng keeps in a box, which cannot be blown by the wind or touched by the rain. There are also many layers of yarn, as if if it crosses half a point, it will be scratched and hurt.

Every time Yan Chicheng wanted to talk to him, he would write it down for Shuiniang to convey, and occasionally he wanted to see Yan Chicheng, and let Shuiniang dictate it, so that Shuiniang spoke Wu Nong's soft language all day long, "Yi Yi Ya Ya" stop.

Sometimes Shi Shi was dissatisfied with what he said, so he went to touch it himself, and shouted while touching it: "Yan Chicheng, don't move! Keep that expression just now! Stop - don't move! Did Shui Niang move? Help me supervise point!"

Shui Niang showed dismay, and she was eating Yan Chicheng's cold eye knife, so she could only whimper and say: "Master, you didn't move, you were still smiling."

"Really? Really?" Shitou grinned and touched Xianjun's face, while still picking and choosing, "This is not a joke, Yan Chicheng, let's laugh again."

Then he heard Yan Chicheng laugh softly, the corners of his mouth sunken a little bit, and the laughter he made with his nose was so short that it was like Yang Xu flying past his face, which made people suspect it was an illusion.

Stone was dumbfounded.

"Aren't you wronged like this?" He suddenly asked, "We seem to be very close and yet far away. I always feel that you are the one who has worked harder."

Yan Chicheng's pen tip paused slightly, and then rustled.

"Master said that Master Xie is the one who worked harder." Shui Niang quickly relayed.

"That's right. After all, I'm the only one who will feel uncomfortable. I'm probably the one who got hurt in the fight." Shito deliberately made an aggrieved expression, and shook Yan Chicheng's clothes vigorously, "Immortal Yan, teach me how Immortal method, when I become as powerful as you, I won't be afraid of you!"

"No." Yan Chicheng spoke suddenly.

The air was suddenly stagnant, and Shi Shi subconsciously covered his ears. After covering his ears for a while, he realized what the other party meant, and the mood that had just been soaring fell down again.

"Stingy!" he pursed his lips. "You are afraid that I will learn to fly out of this lake."

Yan Chicheng shook his head and put down his pen.

"Don't be like this, Young Master Xie." Shui Niang hurriedly said, "Don't misunderstand Master."

"I don't want you to say it, let him say it." Shitou pointed at Yan Chicheng and asked, "Is it?"

Shuiniang didn't dare to speak any more, Yan Chicheng didn't reply, neither did she write a single word.

For some reason, Shitou felt stuffy with anger, so he grabbed the ink pen on the table, trying to make a big face for the bad-behaved fairy opposite, but he didn't dare to write in the end.

"Don't be angry." Xianjun finally opened his mouth, and handed him the pens on the table one by one, which probably meant "you can do whatever you want to vent".

Shi Shi grabbed the brushes in his hands, and felt that he had punched his fist into the cotton. If he really wanted to draw on the other party, he would feel uncomfortable being led by the nose instead.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he simply painted his own face with his backhand, instantly adding four ink marks on the left and right cheeks.

"I went to play with wild cats in the mountains!" He imitated a hoarse meow, "Don't come to me crying, Yan Chicheng!"

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