Time passed in a blink of an eye, and in mid-November, after the hall of the Confucian Temple, Zhang Xianjun left the Confucian Temple, went down the mountain, and went all the way to the south to resist the wind.

Shi Sheng's meaning Zhang Xianjun knew in his heart, bring people back first, and for the sake of the Temple of Literature, it should be better to stay by his side than to stay with the old man Tianji. At least the Fourteen Realms are far less tough than the saints.

When Zhang Xianjun left the hall, he glanced at the pavilion on the left, coincidentally, Tao Xian's annoying person was not there, I thought it was going to play again, but when I went down the stairs, I saw a white dress, and when I passed through the white jade square, I saw a white-clothed, fairy-winded Yasheng lord carrying someone who disappeared in the pavilion in his hand, and walked towards the back mountain to resist the wind.

The two saints saw each other, but they didn't think too much about how unpleasant the conversation in the hall was, in the eyes of Yasheng, Zhang Xianjun, the saint in the world, was still young.

The plain-clothed scholar smiled and nodded slightly with a pair of peach blossom eyes, the latter is not a generous person, although he nodded, his expression was a little indifferent, after all, the pilgrim woman fell down the mountain for a while, and it didn't get better for a while.

It just so happened that Tao Xian stumbled into the muzzle of Yasheng's gun by mistake because of the old things a hundred years ago, and he was arrested, and the human and material evidence was there, I am afraid that the mangosteen forest will stay longer than the Yuanyi kid in the future.

After the bamboo forest in the back mountain, when I went in to take a look, I saw a young man with white and tender skin sitting on the futon, lying in front of the bamboo case and writing hard.

On the left there are tall manuscripts, and on the right there are very few good stacks. There is resentment in the heart, and the speed is too slow.

Yasheng came here out of thin air with Tao Xian, and the young man who couldn't bear to rush up to beat the annoying guy hurriedly got up and saluted Yasheng who was dressed in white, and when he looked up, his eyes staring at that guy were a little secretly ruthless, and a tender bite sounded.

Tao Xian was thrown by Yasheng and knelt in front of the bamboo table, raised his head and smiled at the young man.

What is this, the things of a hundred years ago can be turned out and said.

Didn't I think about saving some expenses for the development of the Confucian Temple, Yuankou Ba's father was not short of this money, casually mentioned, give some money to take care of his baby son in this Confucian Temple in the future, Yuanyi his father and his wife are also old, and the one who hurts his son is called a terrible one, anyway, he doesn't want much, Yuanyi's father gave it casually, and spent some money to make his doll suffer less, it should, it should be......

What kind of place is the Confucian Temple, is it bad money? That's definitely not bad, so Tao Xian's thing is a thing that corrupts the door in the eyes of Yasheng, when he was kicked out of the hall in the north wind, he made people fall to the ground with a punch, and he couldn't get up, and ran back to the Confucian Temple in a gray way, but the people stopped for a long time, and the saints thought that the broken Dao heart did not appear, thinking that it would be good for him to be calm and calm by himself, but how long did it take for the United States to be a moth again, and he ran to the Confucian Temple Council to give up everything originally, and ran to be the administrator of the chamber of Raushzi, to put it bluntly, as soon as he looked at the door, it was no different from the guards who took care of the home and the courtyard under the mountain, but the one under the mountain was for the mundane rich man to take care of the house, this one on the mountain is just for the saint to watch the door, much the same, but different.

Yuanyi really couldn't help it, regardless of Yasheng's presence, a tiger went down the mountain and pounced on the defenseless Tao Xian, and hit it with his hands, pinched, and finally bit it directly with his mouth, Tao Xian was afraid of hurting this dimple boy, and he didn't fight back, although it didn't hurt or itch, but he still pretended to be very painful and pretended to beg for mercy.

In the end, it was really a little unsightly, this guy in Yuanyi actually pulled Tao Xian's nose and mouth with his hands, and he was about to tear it apart, only then was stopped by Yasheng's words, so he watched the door in the future, this image is bad, and it is not good-looking.

Yasheng spoke, and the two of them, who really lost the demeanor of the immortals on the mountain, knelt on the futon in rows, bowed slightly, like the obedient appearance of a three-year-old child in the kindergarten under the mountain who made a mistake and accepted punishment, so that he could listen to the teachings.

Anyway, Yuan Yi is not afraid in his heart, he just copied the book, and he has been used to it over the years, but I don't know how Master Yasheng will punish this initiator, a disgusting thing.

Yasheng was condescending, his expression was calm, he stared at Tao Xian and said, "Say, how much silver money did you take from the one under the mountain." ”

Tao Xian glanced at someone next to him who gritted his teeth, and said: "Master Yasheng, I really didn't take much, hey, you said that he is a rich businessman under the mountain, how much can he give, besides, didn't I take that money to contribute to the Temple of Literature, you said that although this Temple of Literature is a holy place, you also have to eat and drink, don't you usually need money to repair it when it is broken, so sir, you will bypass ......me for the sake of the Temple of Literature."

Someone next to him almost got up and beat him up when he heard this, but the other party's eyes opened suddenly, as if to say, Master Yasheng is here, you still can't do it, and the punishment for copying books is less.

Yuan Yi remembered how difficult it was for his father to make money, well, he had heard a lot from his father's mouth how difficult it was when he was young, but when he was born, his father had already been rich and rich, which can be called the existence of a rich country, besides, he was born with a golden soup spoon, how much can he understand, it can be seen from taking gold leaves and not making money.

There is a rich father inside, and a mother who owns several mountains in front of the mountain gods, etc., Yuanyi can be said to be born at the end of some people's life's struggle.

The young man looked at Master Yasheng with blank eyes, as if to say, you see that I am so pitiful, don't be merciful to Tao Xian, you must make the decision for me.

Yasheng glanced at the two of them and said: "Tao Xian, since the incident of the north wind, your realm has not moved, we thought that you were trapped by that incident, but only now did we find out, you gave me a special idea to get money, delayed the cultivation, should be punished." ”

The other party is so sharp-tongued, and every word and deed is saying that it is for the Temple of Literature.

Yasheng continued: "Yuanyi, how much is left to copy......

Because of some resentment in my heart, I still haven't finished writing the Tao Te Ching that I have to copy nine times.

Yasheng nodded, and then said, "Tao Xian, it's been a long time since I've touched the pen." ”

This guy doesn't like to study since he was a child, he doesn't like to do academics, he cheats and cheats every day, and he doesn't do his job.

Of course, Tao Xian, who was extremely smart, thought of something, and said anxiously: "I touched, I touched the pen every day, I feel that I can write now, like divine help, and I don't need to work hard." ”

Yuan Yi pouted on the side, you can pull it down, the chamber registers your technique of writing a fart, practice which character, there are not a few people in the chamber of the Confucian Temple in a month, and now that the end of the year is approaching, people are even more scarce, sleeping earlier than a dog every day, getting up later than a pig, pretending to be a scholar and pedant, stinky and shameless. For a while, a mouthful of spit spit on Tao Xian's side, almost touching the latter's clothes.

There is a gap left for this moment, and Tao Xian, who is good at discovery, said, Yasheng, look at Yuankouba, you can still do such a humiliating thing after studying for so long, I think he has to copy the Tao Te Ching several times, when will it be changed, and when will it stop.

The dimple boy who was pointed at was speechless for a while, he was not good at words, he had been made to cry many times by the house in front of him, now it's okay, I can't say it, it's obvious that the other party's fault, the wronged Yuanyi Wow cried, what matter what Yasheng is in front, the Temple of Literature is heavy, and he sat on the ground and cried, wiping his tears while crying, and muttering about people who are disgusting and bullying......

I hated him and cried a few times in his early years, he was most afraid that this guy would cry, alas, he knew it was like this, why bother in the first place, it's okay now, see how to coax it.

Tao Xian circled around him for a while, saying don't cry, don't cry, and pretending to be a ghost to make him laugh, but there was no response, so anxious that he had to ask for help from the old man in front of him.

Yasheng shook his head helplessly, this kid is a hundred-year-old person, why is he still crying, too, according to the age of the demon race, it is only the infantile period of the human race.

Yasheng said: "Yuanyi, don't cry, the bamboo forest is heavy, and it's not good to cry to the sages of the Confucian Temple." ”

Yasheng's speech was much more effective than that Tao Xian, Yuan Yi immediately stopped crying, wiped his tears and snot, and choked up a few times from time to time to smack his neck, and his white and chubby little face was red from crying.

Yasheng was depressed for a while, and hoped that this kid would go out in the future to give himself a long face, this special mother would cry as soon as she was bullied, and she would not be beaten and cried when she went out to talk to others in the future. When the time comes, it will be embarrassing to lose the old face of a saint.

Yasheng cleared his throat and said: "Yuanyi, you can copy as much as you can after three days of the Tao Te Ching nine times, and leave everything that you haven't copied after three days to Tao Xian, and then you and I will go down the mountain." ”

Yasheng left here after arranging these, and stayed again, Yuanyi, this kid didn't know that he had to cry again.

The dimple boy with tears in his eyes smiled bitterly, staring at the wilting in front of him with a smile, and was about to take the pen he didn't like to do those things he didn't want to do. It's funny to think about.

Looking at the dimple boy who was laughing without making a sound, but laughing heartily, Tao Xian detoured behind him, put his hands on the other party's shoulders and pushed the other party to sit down in front of the bamboo table, and beat his shoulders and massage with a flattering face, so that he wanted the other party to copy a little more in these three days, nine times, so much, I don't like these things very much, in this bamboo forest, I am afraid that I will be suffocated by the pen before I finish copying.

The young man who caught the dawn of victory put his hands around his chest, pouted, raised his head and said: "Now I know, it's too late! ”

Tao Xian squatted down in front of the other party and said: "Look, I was wrong, you are like this, you see that you don't know when you will be able to come back after you go down the mountain, the second fat man must bring a card when he comes back from the mountain, how can you take it when you go down the mountain, otherwise I will take it for you on the mountain, you will copy a little more for me in the past three days, will it be successful?"