This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

"Forgive me." Shangguan Haitang rolled twice on the large recliner that Rong Xuehuai specially made for him in boredom: "You have been looking at that paper crane tossing and turning for half an hour."

"This is really embarrassing." Rong Xuehuai smiled at Yan Yan with bent eyes, "You know, I only saw half of it."

Shangguan Haitang said in disbelief: "How long did Wen Zhe write? With your reading speed, you only read half of it now? Wait...Although I have never worried about the capacity of paper cranes, I really want to pass it on. With so much news coming, paper cranes can't carry it at all."

"If you just read the full text, of course you would have finished it long ago." Rong Xuehuai said with a smile, "But when you read Mr. Mudan's letter, don't you know how to quickly read it paragraph by paragraph?"

"Of course I read each word carefully." Shangguan Haitang raised an eyebrow: "Even so, you are too slow. I have already slept through my afternoon nap."

"I was watching carefully while waiting for you to wake up." Rong Xuehuai carefully put away the paper crane: "Since I'm awake, would you like a cup of tea? By the way, I'm a You can read a letter with one stroke.”

"Ha." Shangguan Haitang sat up straight, fully expressing her incomprehensible mood: "Look at each stroke by stroke? How is that... Well, I know that his handwriting is written by you holding his hand stroke by stroke." It was taught by the pen, so you don’t need to show off to me on this point.”

"Although there are some reasons for this, you still misunderstood the main reason." Rong Xuehuai set out the tea set on the table and started to move slowly: "I mean, there is a lingering meaning between Wen Zhe's strokes. , I can't bear to let you down, so naturally I have to see everything clearly."

"Xue Huai, you better shut up." Shangguan Haitang lay back on the recliner again: "You are really lingering and insane."

Rong Xuehuai remained silent, and after a while, he said again: "Actually, there are still some contents in the letter. I think you will be more psychologically balanced after listening to it. But since you want me to shut up, I will naturally..."

"Tell me about it!"

"It's like this. Wen Zhe recognized his relatives by virtue of his innate spiritual consciousness, but his elder brother seems to be a little bit towards me... From his perspective, there is actually no wrong point of view."

"You don't have to be so euphemistic." Shangguan Haitang said helplessly: "I know what those prejudices are about. By the way, Wen Zhe has innate spiritual sense, so isn't he a member of the Qi family in Xilai City? Xuehuai, I remember that you were in Xilai City three years ago..."

"Killed Huanxizong." Rong Xuehuai calmly added what Shangguan Haitang was recalling.

"Who told you this?" Shangguan Haitang waved his hand impatiently: "That's not the point, the point is that you peeled the skin of their suzerain and flew a kite in the sky!"

"That's because the suzerain of Huanxi sect likes to skin young girls alive, fill them with unbai, and make them into dolls." Rong Xuehuai paused: "And I can't imitate him and nail Miss Xu's skin The behavior on the gate of Xilai City frightened the ordinary monks in the city, so we had to take him to fly a kite in Moxiu's area, as an example to others."

"I think you might as well have nailed his human skin to the city gate." Shangguan Haitang sighed, "After so many years, I have figured out how to make rumors even more frightening. To be honest, I am no longer I can't bear to think about your image in Xilai City."

"Probably wearing human skin to eat children's brains in the middle of the night, grabbing a few beautiful girls and stuffing them into the stove to make alchemy." Rong Xuehuai gave two examples: "Forget it, I'm used to it."

Shangguan Haitang gloated and said with a gleeful smile: "You really take it with equanimity."

Rong Xuehuai smiled softly.

"It's nothing. Besides, since Wen Zhe has found his elder brother, I will naturally go to meet the parents."

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A large number of Qi refining monks gather in Yuemian City all the year round, not because of anything else, but because there is a very suitable place for Qi refining monks, which is often called "Ghost Pressure Pillar".

A group of people settled down in Yuemian City last night. Four of the five of them are Qi-refining practitioners, and they also have the intention of going to the ghost pressure pillar early in the morning to try their skills.

Wen Zhe used to get up early, so he went to the kitchen to order some breakfast food like steamed stuffed buns with soy milk, and carried the tray into the hall full of Eight Immortals tables and benches.At this time, it was just dawn, and many monks hadn't woken up yet, so the hall seemed empty for no reason.Wen Zhe looked around here, and finally found an acquaintance in a corner: Pei Qianmo.

Without thinking about it, he walked over with the tray and put the things down in front of Pei Qianmo: "Friend Daoist Pei, good morning."

Pei Qianmo's expression seemed a little surprised: "Good morning, Fellow Daoist Wen."

Wen Zhe picked up the bowl of sweet soy milk, then put it down again, swept the empty table in front of Pei Qianmo, and asked doubtfully, "Did Fellow Daoist Pei have finished eating, or didn't you have breakfast? I'm going to Gui Yazhu for a test later." , Fellow Daoist Pei eat some too."

"Ah, um." Pei Qianmo replied indiscriminately: "Yes, I'll go get it now."

"Forget it, let me go." Wen Zhe pushed his tray in the direction of Pei Qianmo: "Steamed buns stuffed with cabbage, I think Fellow Daoist Pei can eat this flavor yesterday? By the way, do you want soy milk?" sweet?"

"Drink. Anything is fine." Pei Qianmo was stunned for a moment, and said a little embarrassed.

"Then Daoist Pei, just eat my portion, I haven't touched it yet." Wen Zhe stood up: "I'll go get another one, fellow Daoist, wait a moment."

After a while, Wen Zhe carried the tray into the hall again.However, at this time, Pei Qianmo was no longer on that table.The table in the corner was empty, even the tray he had just put on it had been taken away.

Did Fellow Daoist Pei eat too fast?Wen Zhe thought to himself, but still looked around the hall again, and finally found Pei Qianmo and the untouched breakfast in another corner.

"Friend Daoist Pei." Wen Zhe asked, "Is it uncomfortable to sit there just now?"

Pei Qianmo hesitated, "Ah, oh, yes, yes, that's right."

Wen Zhe glanced at him, and sat down opposite him after all.

Pei Qianmo took the first sip of soy milk in silence.Then he pursed his lips: Daoyou Wen's taste seems to be extra sweet.

Wen Zhe didn't notice Pei Qianmo's opinion about his soybean milk.He was happily biting a bun stuffed with cabbage.The cooks in this inn are good, and the cabbage used is also good. One bite is full of sweetness and fragrance, and the noodles are kneaded just right. It is really a joy in the world to have such a breakfast.

"I'm going to go to Ghost Pillar in a while. Have you heard about Ghost Pillar before, Fellow Daoist Pei?"

"know a little."

The ghost pressure column is [-] meters in diameter, the column is tall, and there are eleven deep notches on it, which divide it into twelve layers.There is a thick ghost pressure around each layer, from bottom to top, progressively.

Theoretically speaking, the ghost pressure of this pillar is set for the first floor of refining Qi to the second floor of foundation building, but there is a layer of enchantment near the ghost pressure pillar, which makes it impossible to enter here unless it is refining Qi.Because of this, very few people can climb to the twelfth floor.

And for so many years, the monks have practiced on the ghost pressure column and have a special custom.When they first climbed the ghost pillar, the monks would engrave their names on the highest point they climbed.

And as far as Wen Zhe knew, Mr. Han Luhua was also at the eighth level of Qi Refining when he came here, and he carved the words "Rong Xuehuai" on the highest level of the Guiyazhu.

Wen Zhe actually had a little "ambition" when he came here this time. He wanted to use the same level of cultivation as Hua Jun back then, so that his name could be side by side next to Hua Jun's name.

"I heard that Chulin Guiyazhu wants to engrave his name on it." Pei Qianmo suddenly said: "If it is engraved on a certain floor, the monks in the future will always say, 'I want to engrave my name more than Pei Qianmo. 'Let's say that."

Wen Zhe flicked his fingers silently for two or three times, and understood Pei Qianmo's meaning.

Pei Qianmo's life is really too non-existent.

Not being able to feel his name being called was enough to make him happy.

"Of course." Wen Zhe replied immediately: "Fellow Daoist Pei can engrave the name a little deeper, more obvious, and bigger, so that those who are new to the Ghost Pillar will say that I will definitely be able to pass 'Pei Qianmo' this time." , and those who climbed later will also say things like 'I'm going to work harder this time and surpass Pei Qianmo'."

Pei Qianmo's eyes lit up, as if thinking of his situation, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.

At the end of breakfast, Pei Qianmo stood up and thanked Wen Zhe in a low voice: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wen. Thank you for finding me."

Only now did Wen Zhe know why Pei Qianmo changed from one corner to another during breakfast.

He just wanted to see... just looking forward, hoping that Wen Zhe would find him.

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Near the ghost pillar, there are many vendors selling small carving knives that can be put on the hand, so that you can easily engrave your name on the ghost pillar.

Wen Zhe went over and bought two, one for himself and one for Qi Hengyuan.

No way, Shen Zheng insisted that leaving his name here is a very stupid idea.In her heart, instead of engraving her name stroke by stroke, it would be more enjoyable to slash it with a knife.

As for Pei Qianmo... Wen Zhe asked the peddler, "Is there a bigger carving knife?"

The peddler took a second look at Wen Zhe, but he didn't let go of the business: "Whatever you want, the young master, you can make one for the young master."

"The engraved characters should be large and read clearly." Wen Zhe pondered for a moment: "Besides, I would also like to ask, do you know which side has the most monks coming every day, and which floor is on the Ghost Pillar?" The most engraved names?"

A quarter of an hour later, Wen Zhe returned to the team contentedly with two ordinary carving knives and a special large carving knife.

He put the big carving knife in the palm of Pei Qianmo's hand, and said again: "There are more monks climbing from the west side of Guiyazhu, and the floor with the most names engraved on it is the sixth floor. You can carve your name up to the sixth floor We are approaching the seventh floor, so many monks who have left their names on the sixth floor will target you."

Pei Qianmo smiled: "Thank you." He looked at the carving knife in his palm, and added: "I heard yesterday that you and Sister Shen can already call you by name... Not long ago, you sworn brothers with Daoist Qi and the others. It seems that I am the only one in the team who calls you very unfamiliar."

Wen Zhe smiled and said: "Then you can call me by my name directly. You have to have a more familiar meaning...Brother Pei, is that how I call you?"

Pei Qianmo lowered her head and smiled shyly: "Okay. By the way, Wen Zhe, I made a bold guess about your taste... um... this is for you."

He stretched out a hand from under his brightly colored cloak, and in it was a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus wrapped in a sugar wrapper.