There is a young man in the Lingyun Hall of the Lonely Mountain, who is as beautiful as a thin jade, and even the Mo girl in the Juntian Palace is not as good as his life.

I heard that the female disciples of Juntian Temple who come to test the sword forest the most every day are here, and they come here to see the appearance of the young man.

They might as well make the foundation a little thicker, deliberately showing reserve and quietness, and naturally they are in a good mood, and when the young man walks by, they will gently ask: "Senior Brother Su is going to try the sword?"

Often the young man would not pay attention to it, but blushed a little, so the disciples all said: "Senior Brother Su Ye is a beautiful man who is ashamed to answer. ”

The wine is gone.

Zhang Ze didn't pay attention to someone's strange eyes, and thought to himself that it was no wonder that when he and he went up the mountain that day, they were so crowded on both sides of the mountain road, it turned out that they were all lustful people!

The starlight sprinkled on the table, and it was hard to brush it off.

Someone said: "It's funny that you are a sword boy for him, but you don't even know the name of your son." ”

Zhang Ze has already said: "After going up the mountain, he led me to his residence, and then hurried to the Broken Cloud Cliff, he didn't say it himself, how did I know?"

Someone laughed and said, "Anyone who sees him with such a face can think that he is the young man in the Lingyun Hall of the Lonely Mountain." ”

"Who?"

"The chief disciple of the Lingyun Hall Ambassador, Su Ye. ”

"You know very well. ”

Someone chuckled and said, "Who wouldn't know about him and those geniuses?"

Zhang Ze looked at him and said, "Then who are you?"

Someone smirked and said, "I'm just an idler begging for wine." ”

"It doesn't look like it. ”

"You don't look like a slave to the sword, maybe you will soon be driven down the mountain by your son-in-law. ”

"After being idle for a long time, naturally find something to do. ”

Someone said: "Fill up the wine and get drunk tonight." ”

Zhang Ze had already gotten up, went to the window, and said, "I'm going back, you invited this wine." ”

......

In the next few days, the apricots outside the sword test forest finally turned yellow, and the ones that no one picked fell to the ground, burying themselves under the leaves to be used as nutrients for next year.

It was the end of autumn, and there was a thick layer of leaves on the ground, and half of the legs of the bamboo chair had been buried in it.

Zhang Ze was already lying down or simply sleeping comfortably on it, and the weather was cold, but the sun was still a little warm.

During the day, he slept outside the forest, and when the last touch of the sunset went down the mountain to the tavern to drink, he could always see someone, so he chatted and drank, and when the stars covered the earth, he stepped on the moon and returned.

At the beginning of spring next year, it will be the triennial sword test of the Gushan Sword Sect, so the disciples have been practicing the sword one after another, in order to have an extraordinary performance.

Su Ye had been in retreat for a month, and Zhang Ze had finally thought about going to Broken Cloud Cliff to deliver a meal, but he still gave up this idea because he didn't know how to cook at all.

He wondered what that guy was eating all the time he was in retreat.

Time passed slowly, and a day was always so monotonous for an idler like him.

After another three days, he finally remembered that when he went out, the yard was already covered with a thick layer of leaves, and it had not been cleaned for a long time. In the early two months, it is the snow winter season, and when it is covered by a heavy snowfall, it will be difficult to sweep.

So he thoroughly cleaned the residence that day, and only then was he a little satisfied, probably feeling like a sword boy.

The bamboo chair outside the sword test forest did not move at all, and the four legs of the bamboo chair were already buried deep in the leaves.

Autumn is over.

It's really getting colder.

Another month passed.

The disciples in the forest still practice their swords hard, and they will not give up at all because of the climate.

Zhang had slept on that bamboo chair for two months, and the disciples wondered if he could sleep for another month.

Some people began to wonder if he was a sword boy or if he had some other purpose, was it really just that there was nothing to do?

This matter finally reached the Lingyun Palace. Master Yi is an extremely hardworking person, who regards time as life, and when he heard that someone wasted his life so much, he was naturally furious: "The sword test is almost here, there are still such people among my disciples who do not hesitate to spend their years, hateful!"

Zuo Shi on the side said: "He is just a sword boy, and he has not entered the outer gate, so he is not considered a disciple of my lonely mountain." ”

Yi Shi said: "Last time, I went down the mountain to collect a sword boy last night, how could it be this idle thing?"

Zuo Shi said: "Maybe there will be something special?"

Yi Shi snorted and said, "It's good to be full of lust, but it's really not like him to be idle, is he really full?"

Zuo Shi had a gentle temper and said with a smile: "The mirror is about to be broken at night, and the Broken Cloud Cliff stipulates that he is not allowed to bring a scholar and a sword boy, and no one teaches him the rules, so he can't be blamed." ”

Yi Shi stroked his sleeves and said, "Sleeping outside the forest in the white room, but going down the mountain to drink at night, how can such a person stay?"

Zuo Shi said: "Senior brother, don't worry, I'll go and see for myself." ”

Two days later, at dusk, it looked a little hazy.

When Zuo Shi arrived at the bamboo chair outside the Sword Test Forest, Zhang Ze didn't get up immediately, this person seemed approachable, even if he was lazy, it didn't matter much.

Zuo Shi looked at Lin Jian and actually said to Zhang Zeji: "You are the sword boy?"

Zhang Ze has said: "Yes. ”

From time to time, there was a sword aura in the forest, which frightened a few birds.

Zuo Shi said: "Can you understand the rules of the Lonely Mountain Gate?"

Zhang Ze shook his head and said, "I followed him up the mountain, he didn't talk much, and I didn't bother to ask." ”

"You've been here for the past two months?"

"Yes. ”

"Have you ever thought about cultivation, I can think about ......"

"No, I didn't. ”

Zhang Ze has blurted out.

Zuo Shi coughed lightly, but he was not annoyed, and still said calmly: "Is it really a mediocre life if you don't practice?"

Zhang Ze had already looked at the sky, and the sunset reflected half of the red, and said: "Many people are mediocre. ”

Zuo Shi said: "Even if you are bored, you can see something in these two months." ”

Zhang Ze shook his head and said, "I don't understand." ”

Zuo Shi smiled and said, "The smartest person in the world is very good at pretending to be confused. ”

Zhang Ze has said: "I'd rather be a fool." ”

"How can someone like you be someone else's little sword boy. ”

"Because I'm still an idler. ”

"The reason for being idle to the extreme is that a lot of times it's not really boring. ”

Zhang Ze had already used his feet to pluck the leaves on the ground and said, "You know me very well?"

Zuo Shi smiled: "If you continue to be idle like this, even if you are unhappy at night, you will eventually be driven down the mountain, and there will be no idlers left in the lonely mountain." ”

"If you are willing to practice, I will take you as a disciple. ”

"What do you value about me, talent, or something else?"

Zuo Shi looked at the sunset and said, "Your talent is very ordinary. ”

"Why?"

Zuo Shi smiled: "It's just a feeling." ”

Suddenly, a flock of birds arose and flew away from the sky.