Shangguan Wan'er can understand Cui Xiang's true feelings, fate is hard to find, is there really fate between them?

The Buddha said: Fate is divided into three classes. The first class is fate and no fate, the second class is fate and no fate, and the third class is fate and share for 500 years. Everyone hopes that their love is third-class, and that lovers will eventually become married and tie the knot. But life is often cruel and unsatisfactory.

At this moment, Shangguan Wan'er felt a feeling in her heart and evoked memories of the past. Think about yourself along the way, who knows the bitterness?

A thousand words are inexhaustible, and they cannot be exhausted. How Shangguan Wan'er wished that she was a free cloud, which could accompany the bright sunshine and drift with the wind. But can you? No! She knows how to protect herself, and knows that she can't be careless in everything she says and does, otherwise she doesn't know what her tomorrow will be.

After listening to Lu Xiaoxian's words, Cui Xiang didn't speak, thinking carefully.

Zhang Yizhi on the side said curiously: "Master Lu, no matter how Brother Cui decides, you still chant the poems on your behalf, let me listen to it!" ”

Lu Xiaoxian smiled and nodded, and said directly: "The green poplar grass is long on the road, and it is easy to go when you are young." The remnants of the dream at the head of the building are five watches, and the bottom of the flower is sad about the March rain. Ruthless is not as affectionate as bitterness, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps. When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness. ”

No need to ask, Lu Xiaoxianyin's poem must be plagiarized, this is from the Northern Song Dynasty Yanshu's "Magnolia". The artistic conception and wording of the poems are much higher than the poems made by Cui Xiang, not only Cui Xiang and Zhang Yizhi have nothing to say, but even Shangguan Wan'er next door can't help nodding.

……

In the meditation room in the backyard of the White Horse Temple, Lu Xiaoxian and Xue Huaiyi sat cross-legged and facing each other.

"Are you okay these days?" Lu Xiaoxian asked softly.

Xue Huaiyi in front of him was burly and handsome, but Lu Xiaoxian was still willing to treat him as a little girl in the third grade of primary school.

Xue Huaiyi's face was still that faintly helpless and melancholy, and he replied calmly: "It's no different from before, it doesn't matter if it's good or not!" ”

Lu Xiaoxian made a special trip to the White Horse Temple to visit Xue Huaiyi, originally intending to comfort and comfort Xue Huaiyi, but at this moment, no matter what kind of words of consolation, they were so pale and powerless to say in front of Xue Huaiyi.

Lu Xiaoxian sighed and could only remain silent.

Xue Huaiyi got up, took a few booklets from the bookshelf, and handed them to Lu Xiaoxian: "This is for you!" ”

Lu Xiaoxian took it and glanced at it a few times: "Perfume Guide", "Wine Brewing Process", "Eight Major Cuisine Recipes", "Ancient Poetry", ......

He looked at Xue Huaiyi in surprise: "This is your ......"

Xue Huaiyi nodded: "That's right, I copied it from those books in the library in my head, and I don't know if you can use it!" ”

"Yes! Of course you do! Lu Xiaoxian's excited voice trembled a little.

"Tell me if there's anything else you think is useful, and I'll give it to you when I'm free!" Xue Huaiyi said lightly.

"Thank you so much! Don't you have to keep it yourself? Xue Huaiyi's generosity made Lu Xiaoxian a little embarrassed.

Xue Huaiyi shook his head: "I don't dare to be interested in these, and it's useless to keep them!" ”

Lu Xiaoxian was speechless, he could understand Xue Huaiyi's thoughts, just like if a person really likes jade, then the best mutton fat jade is a priceless treasure in his mind. On the other hand, if a person does not like jade at all, then the same superb mutton fat jade is no different from an ordinary stone in his mind.

……

In the kitchen in the back hall of Yonghe Building, Xuanxu Daoist was closing his eyes and closing his eyes on a chair to recuperate.

Before, the ghost of lack of virtue and Lu Xiaoxian said that it was good, and the Xuanxu Daoist only lent Lu Xiaoxian a few days. I don't know what method Lu Xiaoxian used, but the head of the Xuanxu Dao refused to leave in Yonghe Building. At this time, the ghost who lacked virtue couldn't explain to the Qingyang Daoist of the Qing Palace, and he was so angry that he scolded Lu Xiaoxian for his lack of morality.

Scold, scold, anyway, a piece of meat is indispensable, Lu Xiaoxian has always been thick-skinned.

People with ability are not easy to fool, Xuanxu Dao Chang belongs to people with ability, and no one can keep it if they want to. Fortunately, Lu Xiaoxian has his own methods, and he has something in his hand that can attract Xuanxu Dao Master: the eight major cuisine recipes that Xue Huaiyi gave him.

Many of the eight major cuisines only appeared after the Tang Dynasty, of course Xuanxu Daoist has never seen it, any dish will make Xuanxu Daochang's eyes green, how can these dishes be learned in a day or two, of course he is reluctant to leave.

Liu Qi, who was beside Lu Xiaoxian, was about to step forward to wake up the Xuanxu Daoist, but was stopped by Lu Xiaoxian waving his hand, and he looked at the scene in front of him with interest.

In the back kitchen, in addition to Xuanxu Dao Chang, Chen San is also there.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open, Lu Xiaoxian and Liu Qi came in for half a cup of tea, but he didn't even glance at it, and the two big living people seemed to him as if they didn't exist at all.

Chen San's eyes were always fixed on one thing: a verdant green cucumber on the board.

Suddenly, Chen San's figure shook slightly, and then a sword light jumped onto the board. In the sound of "tuk tuk" knife walking, it seemed that it was only a blink of an eye, and the cucumber had become a pile of thin cucumber slices.

Lu Xiaoxian couldn't help but sigh softly: "Good knife skills." ”

Lu Xiaoxian's words disturbed Xuanxu Daoist, his eyebrows raised slightly, but he didn't open his eyes, and then asked coldly: "Chen San, what is your homework this morning?" ”

"Cut a hundred cucumbers, each of which should be cut into more than 200 slices, and the thickness should be even."

Chen San still has the domineering attitude of the past, and carefully answers the questions of the Xuanxu Daoist like a child who has made a mistake.

"How many are these?"

"It's already a hundred."

"Okay." Xuanxu Dao Chang nodded, "From now on, cut another hundred roots." ”

"Got it." When Chen San said this, his eyes were a little red with grievances.

"Do you know why you were fined a hundred?"

"I don't know." Chen San replied honestly.

"How many slices did you cut on this cucumber at the end?"

"Two hundred and eighteen pieces."

"Good." The Xuanxu Dao Leader was silent for a moment and ordered, "You stack the seventh to thirty-seventh pieces together!" ”

Chen San did so.

Xuanxu Dao Chang instructed again: "You stack the one hundred and seventy-one to two hundred and one pieces together."

Chen San did as he was told.

"The two stacks are thirty pieces, you take a serious look, what's the difference!"

Looking at these two piles of cucumbers, Chen San's face changed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Do you now know why you were punished?" The Xuanxu Dao Leader still had his eyes closed, his face expressionless.

"Got it......" Chen San's voice was as small as a mosquito humming.

Lu Xiaoxian finally couldn't help but sigh, because he felt that Chen San was really pitiful. He was punished only because the pile on the right was a little higher than the one on the left, and it was difficult to tell with the naked eye that the thirty cucumbers were stacked together. Out of about half a millimeter. This difference is very small on average to each cucumber. Because of this almost negligible mistake, Chen San worked all morning.