Ten years of stones, a hundred years of rock, a thousand years of trees, ten thousand years of ice.

Su Ye has always felt that Sheng Xuanyan is a person who does not understand amorous feelings, of course, he still maintains this point of view.

He personally witnessed a few years ago, a little girl or two stuffed love letters into Sheng Xuan's arms, until the love letters were sent back one by one, saying that the handwriting was blurred, or the words did not reach the meaning, or they were made up nonsense, etc. After that, even if Sheng Xuanyan became more and more handsome with that heavenly face, no girl from another family would dare to beat him rashly.

In the final analysis, Sheng Xuan's resentment is not that he doesn't understand the meaning of the letters, he just doesn't bother to understand, and he uses the method of offending people to send them back, so that he can be less entangled and have a good time.

Therefore, even if Sheng Xuan's resentment was so abnormal today, Su Ye would not feel that he had something in his heart.

*

For several days, Qiong also got up early to go to the school to practice swords with his brothers and sisters, and took advantage of his free time to inquire about the nearest place to guard the platform.

Qingfeng Town is close to the Su family's home, so the clan's guard is far away, Qiong also calculates the distance, if you only rely on light power to fly, then you may have the physical strength to go, but you don't have the physical strength to return, it will take nearly a whole day, if she takes a car to go, it will take a day and a half of effort.

What's more, she simply doesn't have such a large amount of free time.

If you can fly with the sword, you can run back and forth in less than half a day. Qiong Yi took the tip of the ink-stained brush and drew back and forth on the paper, connecting it into a pitch-black line, and she said to herself: It's a pity that the flight of the sword can only be done by high-level monks who have broken the realm, and I am still far behind.

Since ancient times, monks have refined true qi, subdivided into eight levels, starting from the foundation building, and then using it as the opening of the body, condensation of qi, control of things, transformation of the realm, distraction, Tianyuan and Mahayana.

The "Controlling Things" rank is the watershed in it, and it is also the beginning of the externalization of true qi and the flight of Edgeworth.

As a watershed, the level of "driving things" is naturally extremely difficult to reach, and it is also a door beyond the reach of many monks.

Its breakthrough, unlike the cocoon into a butterfly like a high-level promotion, needs to be pressed to gamble, to be precise, whether it can break through the realm to "control things", in addition to testing cultivation and Dao heart, its essence is closer to a kind of metaphysics.

Gifted and well-fated monks often reach the level of "controlling things" in their twenties and thirties and become high-level monks; Those who are gifted but have a bad life may have to be postponed for another decade or two.

Qiong also thought, even the senior brother has not yet been promoted to the level of "controlling things", and the master was only reached when he was young, so it is useless for me to be in a hurry about this.

Thinking about it carefully, Joan also felt that it was better to write a letter and send it to Shoutai.

As soon as she said it, she spread out a new blank piece of paper, flattened it with a weight, and wrote a letter with an impassioned statement as she thought about it.

As for why he didn't go to Su Ye to talk about it, because Qiong Yi has always adhered to the principle of relying on himself first, as long as it is something that he can solve, he doesn't want to trouble others.

What's more, the previous arrangement of the dormitory has already troubled others.

*

Sheng Xuan resented that after meeting Qiong Yi on the side of Nanshan in the early morning of that day, he never saw her come here again.

He wondered why Joan didn't come, but he didn't think to take the initiative to ask her.

Su Ye, who wanted to get up early with Sheng Xuan's resentment to practice swords, didn't even see a single figure, and was even more convinced that he guessed wrong.

In this day's lecture, the solemn face of the master set up the top of the incense burner on the lecturer's desk, he raised the three incense sticks in his hand, and said: "Today's class, no longer around the arguments thrown by the old man, but in the time of the three incense sticks, you all express your own aspirations and write articles. ”

With that, the scholar who was with the master began to distribute the raft of paper to each person.

Joan also looked at the big white paper in front of her and held her head.

Is there any mistake?

I heard that the assessment of the university is a bi-monthly test, what is this today, is it a quiz in class?

It's not difficult to write an essay, but it's hard to write a good essay within a time limit.

Qiong also bit the pen shaft, and saw that all the disciples in front of him began to write. Sheng Xuanyan, who was sitting in front of her, had also started to write, the pale wood-colored long pen moved with his half-hanging wrist, and the pen was like the wind, swishing fast, Qiong also looked dumbfounded behind him, and said in his heart, it was worthy of Sheng Xuan's resentment, how long did it take to figure out how to write, it can be described as a spring of thought!

His high black hair fell a few strands with his head down, smooth and silky, like a dusty thick ink satin, and at a casual glance you could see the white jade back of his neck under his indigo collar, and Joan also withdrew his gaze, thinking about his master's request, and finally began to write a book.

Joan Yi's ambition is actually not big.

She wants to find out her life experience, wants to pay off her debts with Zhu Yunluo and leave the Lu family, travel to the rivers and lakes, punish evil and promote good, and eliminate demons and defend the way.

That's all.

Seeing that the third incense stick had finally burned out, the master ordered the scholar to collect the raft paper from the disciples, assign some homework, and leave the room.

Qiong Yi rubbed her sore wrist and stretched her waist, but when she saw Sheng Xuanyan in front of her, she turned around to talk to her very rarely.

Lu ...... Xiyan, have you been busy lately? ”

Joan also put the brush on the pen rest, shook her head, and said, "What's wrong?" Do you have something? ”

"Nope." Sheng Xuanyan was silent for a while.

Joan also thought: It's okay, you came to talk to me, not looking for trouble.

However, in the face of his beautiful face, Joan was very happy to continue chatting, so she deliberately quipped: "If it's okay, what are you going to say to me?" ”

Sheng Xuan was hoarse and didn't speak, and Qiong could see a trace of hard thinking from his expressionless face, which was inexplicably a little interesting.

"You said you were going to come and see the tail." After holding it for a long time, Sheng Xuanren finally held back such a sentence.

"Tail?" Qiong Yi's mouth opened slightly, and she became a small circle in confusion, "What tail?" ”

"That's the name I gave it."

Joan finally understood what the tail was. She couldn't stop laughing, covering her mouth to suppress the laughter, but the crisp silver bell, with a little sweet laughter, slipped out from between her fingers: "What, you named it Tail?!" ”

Qiong Yi smiled silently in her heart: How could you choose this name!

Oops!

No, it's weird!

Sheng Xuanyan didn't know where this name hit her laughter, but when she smiled and bent her eyes, her light-colored eyelashes were lined up, like a little butterfly fluttering and fluttering, her cheeks bulging, and two pointed little tiger teeth.

This smile is like a spring sun, and the relatives are infectious, and Sheng Xuan's heart is also relieved.

Qiong also raised her hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, and said, "Then I'll take a look today." ”

Hearing this, Sheng Xuan nodded resentfully.

*

Later in the evening, Joan also came to the place where she had made an appointment, which was a rockery in the back garden of the school.

The rockery is very beautiful, when you first enter the garden, you only feel that the mountains and forests are overlapping, it is a distant mountain dai that has the color of the grass, and you step into the rockery forest, look sideways into the peak, expose the flowers and trees planted in it, and it is another taste.

Qiong also looked at the vines that were wilting day after day in the autumn wind, and thought: I have been here in Yichuan for a while.

Not far away, there was the sound of a puppy barking, and Qiong Yi was refreshed and quickened her steps forward.

Turning a rockery, I saw a little fat little hairball running towards Qiong Yi happily, and attached to a half-howling and half-screaming sound, she saw this, and hurriedly squatted down with a smile to pick it up, "Puppy, puppy!" Touching the hairy head of the tail, Joan couldn't help but say, "I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you so fat!" ”

The tail whined, wagging its tail vigorously, back and forth, so that Qiong Yi almost saw the afterimage. She chuckled, stood up with her tail in her arms, and walked to Sheng Xuan who was not far away: "I can understand why I call it Tail." ”

Sheng Xuanyan looked away and said, "Its tail likes to wag, it's very eye-catching, and it likes to follow people, like a tail." ”

It's really vivid. Joan also sighed: "I just taught you a little bit of naming skills, and as a result, you are better than blue!" ”

After that, he pulled his tail into his arms and called, "Tail! ”

Tail "Wang! He screamed, as if he had already accepted the name.

"Sheng Gongzi raised it very well." Joan also said.

Sheng Xuanyan let out a low hum sound from his throat, he didn't know why he felt that Qiong Yi called himself, and listened to the awkward life, and said, "Otherwise, you can call me by my name." ”

Qiong also thought that she sometimes called him "Sheng Gongzi", and sometimes called him "Sheng Xuan's resentment", completely according to her mood when she spoke, fluttering, and laughed: "Sheng Xuan's resentment? ”

After calling, she carefully read the word in her heart several times.

Resentment. These two words can be seen as one of them, the words are deep and heavy, the word "Xuan" is vain, and the word "resentment" is hateful.

She didn't like to pronounce the name, and it made her heart feel like a small pimple.

So, she asked curiously, "Why did you choose this name?" ”

Sheng Xuan replied resentfully: "I am destined to suppress evil, the name is yin and yang, and the balance is balanced, and the family has taken it for me early." He saw that Joan also put her tail on the ground and followed her into the rockery.

Qiong also pondered his name and words with opposite meanings, and suddenly, the words in his mouth flowed out like flowing water: "Otherwise, I will call you Sheng Hao in the future." ”

She was also a little surprised how she could say such a thing, and an apologetic smile appeared on her face: "Will this be ...... Somewhat offended? ”

"No," he said. ”

The two followed the tail that stopped when they ran, wandering around the rockery garden, Sheng Xuan complained that the scene was slightly cold, and asked, "Lu Xiyan, what about you?" ”

"My name?" Qiong Yi said in his heart: Sheng Xuan resented that this person finally called me Lu Qiongyi without moving.

After thinking about it, she pinned her hand behind her back, and the smile on her face dissipated slightly, "It was given to me by my master, and his original intention was nothing more than 'Xihua and Zen, and he forgot to speak'." ”

"But I think it should be, 'How can the stream be kept, and the sea will eventually be the waves.'" When Joan also looked back at him, there was a faint light cast by her eyelashes in her clear and translucent eyes.

Sheng Xuan was stunned at first, and then the corners of his lips stretched slightly, "Hmm." "That's a different story," he said. ”

Qiong also listened to his reply as if he understood the meaning of the words, grinned, and saw that the tail jumped into which corner he didn't know where to go, and hurriedly chased after him: "Tail! The tail ran away! The blue and blue skirt rose and fell between her running steps, pouring the wind, floating and falling, and a little green finch suddenly appeared in Sheng Xuan's mind.

Found the tail stained with leaves in the corner of the garden, the puppy was happily turning in a circle to show goodwill to the two who came in a hurry, Qiong also patted the tail of the dog's head, and picked the leaves for it, seeing that she had reached the end of the stone forest, and then went around to the way to the library, she turned back to Sheng Xuan and complained: "Since I have come here, I will go back first." ”

It had only been more than a quarter of an hour since the two met, and Sheng Xuan complained about hearing her say this, and replied, "Okay." ”

Qiong also saw that he responded, and did not hold back a little because of the short time they got along, and he was a little hesitant in his heart, but when he thought about it, this was what Sheng Xuan said, then there would be no problem.

Out of politeness, she still bowed her head and said, "See you later." ”

Sheng Xuan replied with resentment: "Well, see you later." ”

Seeing that Qiong also walked away, Sheng Xuan resentfully drank the tail that he was about to chase, only to see it looking at himself with his eyes, and then at the slender figure that disappeared at the corner of the garden, and screamed twice as if complaining.

Sheng Xuanyan squatted down and touched its little brain, and said to himself, "You ran too fast." ”