Qingguan Nightmare Shadow

The first year of Jiahui.

Siming Wonderland, Nuoyin Pavilion.

In front of the pavilion was a line of dejected Siming Xiaoxians, clutching in their hands a long essay written in a hurry. The article said it was an admission of mistakes, but in fact, the Xiaoxians were purely trying to make up the number of words, so that they could stab a hornet's nest. To detail.The so-called "hornet's nest" doesn't need too many people who are difficult to provoke, just one Yunli and his calf-protecting master Si Mingjun Muzhe is enough.

The little immortals of Siming hurried to compile the notebooks of mortals all day long, but now they have become the objects for the immortals and gods to watch with melon seeds.Immortals and gods with leisurely demeanor are leaning on the railings of the pavilions and pavilions in the distance, wanting to see what is coming out of the Commander Muzhe.

When the little fairies of Siming stood up to the point where they felt that their legs and feet were not their own, the door of Nuoyin Pavilion finally opened.

Mu Zhe came out holding the hem of the skirt, sat down on the chair brought by the little fairy servant, and sat down with satisfaction, sweeping around the little fairies who arrived on time, showing an expression of "I am pleased".Looking around again, seeing the immortals and gods coming a lot, Mu Zhe turned his eyeballs a few times, very happy, not forgetting his own job and said: "There is a treasure in the Siming Immortal Realm, which is called 'Guanqing Mirror'. Your site is focused on the word 'view', since I make a living from it, I hope that all the immortals and gods will be on top, and at the same time, they will not hesitate to use a few fine pieces of fairy silver to support the money."

Si Mingjun's domineering rules: You have to give money to join in the fun.

Idle is also idle, it is better to kill time here.While Mu Zhe was speaking, many immortals and gods threw broken immortal silver according to his words.Mu Zhe stroked his hair and squinted his eyes with a smile, "Yunli, collect the money."

The young Xianjun next to Si Mingjun held a viewing mirror in his hand, and all the scattered money was collected into the mirror.

Thanks to heaven and earth for endowing the immortals with endless life, Mu Zhe made a lot of money.

Mu Zhe said to Xiaoxian in front of the steps of Nuoyin Pavilion: "Read one by one."

The perfunctory long essays written by the fairies belonged to those who saw the light. They did not expect that Mr. Si Ming would tell them to read it. The paper was full of rhetorical sentences.The font and calligraphy of the article are beautiful and eye-catching, but the gold and jade are out of it.

After listening for a while, Yun Li said in a voice that only Mu Zhe could hear, "It's a shame."

"Hey, it doesn't count," Mu Zhe said, "What should be written in the article is a bit ugly, but you see, the guests are smiling happily, and we have a good collection of money. We have gained popularity and wealth, killing two birds with one stone. "

Under Siming Xiaoxian's surprised and terrified eyes, Mu Zhe clapped his hands and said, "Well written, well written, read one by one, not missing any one."

Although the little fairies felt sorry for Si Mingjun's hidden brain disease, they still stumbled and finished reading the words in their hands that made them cover their faces frequently.

In exchange for bursts of laughter.

Mu Zhe: "Yunli, reward them."

Yunli: "..."

"What's the matter, even though they hurt the people in your book, they will now make up for their mistakes, one yard for one yard." As Mu Zhe said, he reached out to his apprentice's viewing mirror, grabbed a handful of broken silver, and sprinkled it on his face. Stupid fairies.

The little fairies received the reward in trepidation, their eyes were not on Siming Jun Muzhe, but on her apprentice, discussing in low voices that they would apologize to Yunli Jun in private, otherwise they would accidentally offend him again in the future. Then ask yourself a confession letter that you can't squeeze your head out.Just as he was speaking, Yun Li put away the viewing mirror, followed the evasive gazes of the fairies and walked down the steps, put away their articles one by one, browsed through them, and said coldly, "Prick your eyes."

Without waiting for the fairies to spit out some innocuous clichés, Yun Li turned and went back to Nuoyin Pavilion, while Liu Muzhe was outside to receive the immortals and gods who were waiting to watch the next play.

Mu Zhe and the guests from Siming Wonderland rubbed their arms and legs until noon, pushed the door in, took a nap on the couch, and then was called up by Yun Li to eat a few small dishes.

Mu Zhe: "Well, our little fairy servant of Nuoyinge's cooking skills have improved."

Yunli: "They didn't do it."

Mu Zhe picked up a piece of sugar-colored eggplant, and hovered his elbow in the air: "Could it be that you did it?"

"I made it."

"Someone seems to have blown up a pot not long ago, and angrily blasted the kitchen with green light."

Yunli: "..."

Mu Zhe tapped his chopsticks and said with a smile: "Xiao Yunli has grown up and knows how to repay me as a teacher. You really should treat me well, let me tell you, you don't know how uncomfortable it was for me to hold back my laughter! Those One or two of them thought it was me who brought the child back to life, and fell to their knees. When I hid on the cloud, I saw that they invited a wizard to sing and dance for me. Oh, I laughed so hard... Yun Li Well, I think mortal wizards are very interesting. They can let some little fairies learn to sing and dance, lest they can't find gimmicks to attract guests and make themselves hungry. The little fairy who walks with his head on his head, might even say what I, Si Mingjun, did to my little fairy..."

As Mu Zhe talked, he also talked about the appearance of the little fairies, muttering to himself, thinking whether it is necessary to gather Siming Xiaoxian, and let her, the Siming Lord who can go to the hall, make up relevant lessons for them .

"Yunli, what do you think?"

Yun Li yawned: "Very good, very good."

Mu Zhe waved his hand and asked the little fairy servant to take away the bowls and chopsticks: "I can see that this meal is not for your comfort as a teacher. Tell me, if you have anything to ask me."

Yun Li said calmly, "I'm not begging, I'm just telling you that I'm going to live down there for a while, and I won't be back for a while."

Mu Zhe said "Oh" and said, "Farewell?"

"It is."

"What are you going to do down here? Protect the person in your book for fear of his short life? It's not necessary, think about it, you have written so many books for your teacher, which fairy dared to touch Si Mingjun's disciple's book before?" This time, it was those new Siming Immortals who missed, and the plague spread below hurt Su Tong." Mu Zhe said, "No, let me tell the newcomers, they immediately crossed out the plague, And Xiaoxian, who wrote the old couple's booklet, asked them to take him in."

Just as Yunli was about to speak, Mu Zhe interrupted: "Besides, aren't the books you wrote in the past mostly tragedies? Immortals and gods also like to read them. The son of a poor family couldn't make it to the dragon's gate, and he died of the plague at a young age. The sorrow of life is enough for some gods who like tragic dramas to wipe away their tears. As for you, if you change a person, change a book and change a play, you will still be a master disciple of my commander Muzhe, so you don’t have to worry about new books. People watch."

Yunli: "It's not because of this."

"What's that for?"

"I can't write anything now, I want to go down for a walk, experience the thoughts and thoughts of ordinary people, and find inspiration."

Mu Zhe chuckled.

"Master!"

Yunli said "Master", Mu Zhe was very helpful, and immediately raised his hand to wipe his face, and straightened his facial features: "I think you don't need it... If you really can't write anything, why don't you come with me to play in Zangnan Wonderland , Relax. I think you have been using too much force recently, and your good writing has been tied up by distracting thoughts."

Yun Li was puzzled: "Why 'no need'?"

The apprentice is confused, but Mu Zhe can still fulfill the responsibility of a master in a serious manner: "In that case, I'm afraid you won't be able to write a single word in the end."

"..."

"Experience the thoughts of ordinary people, and be stumbling by their limited thinking. In such a state, how can you write more smoothly than the leisurely time when you don't know the sufferings of the world?"

Yunli said: "Understood, the sorrow and joy in the writing can be real."

Mu Zhe: "The drama written by Si Mingxian to the gods and gods doesn't need to be real, it only needs ups and downs."

"..."

"Turn these over again." Mu Zhe got up and walked to the bookshelf, stroked the top shelf with the tip of her index finger, and the books she clicked fell down like leaves, and then neatly piled up on Yunli on the table in front of you.

Each book carries Yunli's decades of hard work.

Yun Li is not a nostalgic person, he never touched these things after he finished writing them, and they were stored in Nuoyin Pavilion to eat ashes.But when Mu Zhe took it off for him and put it in front of him, a certain string in his heart was plucked.

Mu Zhe: "Here, look through it."

Yunli didn't know what Mu Zhe wanted him to see.

"Read a random page of something you wrote yourself, and tell me how it feels?"

Mu Zhe seemed to have become the strict teacher who locked his apprentice in the room again, Yun Li subconsciously turned over a page, read it silently, and then said seriously: "Childish...but it has a special flavor, I can't write it right now. Words like this came out."

"You said 'childish', right? Then do you feel that your current self has improved compared with your previous self?"

A smile of "Yes, I'm setting you up but you have to step in" appeared on Mu Zhe's face.

Yunli: "Yes."

"Where does your growth come from?"

"Be broad-minded and make appointments."

"What to look at? What to take?"

Yun Li thought it over and said, "Look at all phenomena in the world, and pick the ones that captivate people's hearts."

"Why watch?"

"Bronze mirror, commanding all plays."

Mu Zhe smiled and said, "Is there an item of 'being a human being in the world'?"

Yun Li closed the notebook in his hand, put it on the top, and then pushed the whole stack towards Mu Zhe; after thinking about it, he still answered the master's question: "...No."

Mu Zhe: "That's right."

Yun Li's face seemed frozen, expressionless.But he didn't disdain, nor did he blame Master for leading him to rely on her ideas, but he made up his mind that he didn't want to listen to any opinions that would shake his determination.Mu Zhe imagined that her apprentice's ears were probably filled with ice slag, and all her words were blocked out.

After a long time, Yun Li said: "What Master wants to say is that the idea of ​​writing a notebook does not have to be obtained by personally experiencing the world; but Master has never tried it. How can you prove that this method is completely unfeasible?"

Mu Zhe: "Ordinary people often regard short-sighted people as ants, and think that they are noble above all things, but they don't know that they are also humble existences that are overlooked. Their lives are short, and they are destined to be trapped by ethereal things; Pursuit, in the eyes of immortals and gods, is just a dispensable game reward." Yunli still had the same expression, and Mu Zhe sighed: "Since it is for 'experience', it is necessary to invest in emotions, but ordinary people's emotions are so narrow , if you are trapped by it, you will lose the important condition of being a Si Mingxian: broad and transcendent."

Yun Li said: "This is just Master's speculation."

Knowing it without reason, Mu Zhe moved with affection and said: "If I am an immortal who grasps the fate of gods like I grasp the fate of mortals, and you and I have a strong teacher-student friendship first, would I be willing to write your life as fate?" Unfortunate? To please others?"

Yunli: "I think you are willing."

Mu Zhe was only afraid that Yunli would be dull and reticent, and she was not afraid that he would retort: ​​"Stinky boy." Then she ruffles her apprentice's hair, making it wonderful.

Mu Zhe felt that with Yi Yunli's temperament, he would not be able to change his mind for a while, even for three to five years, so he simply slept with his clothes on the couch and slept for as long as he could, hoping that this stubborn apprentice's whim of passion passed away, and he would soon be gone I can figure it out.He closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, feeling worried, Mu Zha used a method to seal the door of Nuoyin Pavilion.

The dream was still in the brewing stage, and Mu Zhe was awakened by a slight but clear and palpable tingling pain on his body.Standing up to see, the enchantment on the door turned into light spots and fell down.The seal is connected to the person who applied the seal, so it can be said to be a part of the soul of the sealer; although the seal on the door did not consume much of Mu Zhe's soul, it complies with the rules of sealing after all, once it is broken, Mu Zhe will naturally feel it.

What a Yunli, he can really do anything to Master.

However, in Nuoyinge now, apart from the remaining green light, there is no trace of him.

Mu Zhe put on his shoes and chased him out, only to see that Yunli hadn't gone far, Mu Zhe called him, and he could still hear him, turned around and mouthed "Master".

Mu Zhe flew up, tapped the jade-paved ground in front of Nuoyin Pavilion a few times with his toes, stepped on the rippling ripples and flashed in front of Yunli: "Hey... you really want to go?"

"Master also taught me that hearing is believing is believing."

"Should I say that you are an obedient and good baby?" Mu Zhe rolled his eyes and refused to persuade him: "...That's all, you can go and play, I wish you from the sky to hit the south wall as soon as possible."

"..."

"But you are not going to prepare, just leave like this?" Mu Zhe said.

Yunli: "Prepare for what?"

Mu Zhe pointed to Nuoyin Pavilion: "Come with me."

Yun Li stared at the wooden door of Nuoyin Pavilion, and naturally imagined the scene of Mu Zhe abducting children in his mind.In order not to be "rescued" by the master who tied him up and shouted his throat, Yun Li shook his head: "I won't go."

Mu Zhe patted his apprentice on the head: "You are afraid that I will shut you down, and I am also afraid that you will destroy my soul and turn me into a silly god!" As he said, he dragged Yunli back to Nuoying Pavilion .She rummaged around, and finally found a few items that she had brought back from her trip to Zangnan Wonderland, and threw them to Yunli, saying, "Put them on."

"what are these?"

"The clothes of mortals are produced by Zang Nan Fairyland. They are guaranteed to be authentic. They are the only ones in the heaven." Mu Zhe is trying his best to promote Zang Nan Fairyland now. Who would have thought that after decades of hiding, Zang Nanjun will be in a mess, "If you like to be mortal It feels like holding on to the thigh, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t change it.”

Yun Li held the clothes in a daze, then went behind the screen to change.

Mu Zhe looked at Yunli's attire with the gaze of admiring the work, and praised his good taste, the apprentice chose well, and the clothes were well-bought, the two put together are impeccable.After looking it over again, he felt that something was missing, so he rummaged through the box and put a bag on Yunli, put his notebook in it, and stuffed some rags into it.

Yun Li took off the bag and shook his ashes: "What kind of appearance is this?"

Mu Zhe handed him a sword: "Wandering knight. If you see someone who is not pleasing to your eyes, throw the sword at him to protect you from being wronged when you go out."

She may not realize that the apprentice has a bad temper, and she, the master, cannot escape the responsibility.Holding the air and swinging the non-existent sword for a while, Mu Zhe "tears" at Yunli and said, "Oh, Master won't see you for a long time, I'm bored alone."

It's not been a day or two since Yunli saw Mu Zhe's flamboyance. Knowing that Master Xiaoyao probably forgot himself in a few days, he might not be able to remember even looking at his apprentice with the mirror.After Mu Zhe rubbed his face, Yun Li put his bag on his back: "I'm leaving."

Mu Zhe squeezed out two drops of mother-like tears, but unfortunately, Yun Li didn't see her true love.

Somewhere in Shazhou.

People rushed to tell each other that the mountain bag behind the Buzhengtai was pitted by a thunderbolt, and they all went to watch.Those who couldn't keep up with the heavy work at home heard a widely circulated version from the crowd running past the door: a ghost slept in the pit, someone fell into it, and never returned.

It sounds scary, but in fact, only those who have witnessed it will know the truth: the pit really exists, but the so-called ghost does not exist.What makes people extend rich associations is the green light that flickers frequently inside the pothole.Although the color of the light is rare, people will not feel cold when they look closely, but only feel a refreshing newness.

Outside the pit, people were discussing in full swing, but Yun Li inside the pit was lying peacefully.

The pothole is exaggerated by mortals, but in fact it is just something he fell out of the clouds when he stumbled.If Mu Zhe found out, Yun Li spread all the soil on his face to pretend to be thick-skinned, it would certainly not be able to resist the master's cynicism.

It is true that Yunli was not skilled in falling from the clouds, but that itchy-nosed Lei Gong also had to bear the responsibility.

In the afternoon, Yunli was rushing to Shuzhou Xiuzhu with a sword on his back and a bag on his back, when he met Lei Gong, met each other, nodded and continued on his way.Unexpectedly, not far away, Lei Gong sneezed, the sound was touching, and Yun Li was stunned so that his feet slipped. He embarrassingly imitated a bird with fluttering wings, but he still couldn't get rid of the established fate of falling.

Yunli deviated from the direction and landed in Shazhou.

As a result, the potholes that stirred up the waves appeared, and Yunli, the "rock", had quite a few arms and legs, but it was really painful to fall from a high place.He had to go to bed early and late, so he planned to lie down in the cave first.

It doesn't matter if you don't delay, this time, more and more curious people come over, and it is difficult for him to go out.

Yunli originally thought that sooner or later those people outside who were still hoes and sickles in the cave would feel bored, but who knew that the people in Shazhou area had a spirit of perseverance. The sickle came down again, and no one seemed to be afraid of having nothing to work in the field in the future.

Yun Li had no choice but to dig another hole in the earth wall next to him, and meditate in it.

In terms of time consumption, mortals are definitely not as good as gods.