In the early morning of the next day, before the hour had passed, Sima Wenzhi got up and opened the window, looking at the scenery outside the window and stretching his waist.

After walking away in front of everyone yesterday, Ling Shuang never appeared again. Therefore, the matter of placing Sima Wenzhi was arranged by Xuan Feng to other disciples.

The house where Sima Wenzhi was at this time was his own residence, located in a sunny place on the lower peak.

The house was surrounded by several other people's dwellings.

Even if he insisted that Sima Wenzhi be left in Shangqing Peak, Tianchengzi didn't want to make a noise. Although there was a debate yesterday, there was one thing that everyone agreed: the second-generation disciples of the first sect cultivation are not easy to publicize.

It is also for this reason that his dwelling is not on the very edge, nor in the central dwelling area, but in a place that is not sparse or dense.

Fortunately, although it is not lively, it is a beautiful scenery. Besides, he himself is not a person who likes to be lively.

The necessities of life are generally complete in the house.

Sima asked for tea, and when he saw that there was no tea in the house, he asked the disciple who had placed him for some.

The Taoist priest already likes to drink tea, and he is the disciple's uncle, so this request is not too much, and the tea obtained is in good condition and there are many quantities.

When the hour was about to pass, a disciple brought a pilgrimage to eat.

Like the common people in the world, among the three sects of Qingxuan Mountain, the monks who did not cultivate Bigu only ate two meals a day.

Sima Wenzhi ate very carefully, and he had to wait until Shen Shi to feed, and if he didn't eat carefully at this time, he would starve later, and the taste of starvation was not good.

Then he walked out of the house to check the situation around the house.

Previously, on the way to escape, every time they arrived at a new place, there would be accompanying soldiers to check the situation within a radius of several miles. Folk customs, topographic trends, roads and rivers are all within the scope of exploration.

The guard general would not hide the investigation from Sima Wenzhi, explaining that it was to grasp the enemy's situation. Sima asked clearly, grasping the enemy's situation was secondary, and it was more to avoid the occurrence of panicked things when fleeing.

When the investigation was finished, he turned around and returned to his residence. When he was about to arrive, Sima Wenzhi saw Ling Shuang.

The reason why he didn't meet him was because he saw Ling Shuang, and Ling Shuang didn't find him. At this time, Ling Shuang was walking back and forth not far in front of his house, and it seemed that he had already worked on it.

After thinking about it for a while, Sima Wenzhi decided not to show up.

Ling Shuang was obviously here for him, but she didn't know what she was doing. In Sima Wenzhi's heart, even if Ling Shuang was not a vicious person, he didn't want to get too entangled with Ling Shuang.

If you don't want to entangle, it's better not to see it.

Soon after Sima Wenzhi went out, Ling Shuang came to his house.

Seeing that the door of the house was open, but there was no one inside, I had to walk back and forth not far in front of the house, expecting to "meet him" by chance.

After returning yesterday, Ling Shuang was both resentful of Sima Wenzhi's encounter, and regretted what he had said and done. She has a little cleverness, but also some great wisdom, and the mind of a teenage girl has allowed her to think about a thing from many aspects.

The result of consideration is to accept the reality, the matter is decided, and it is not for her to influence.

The teenage child was very jealous, and soon, Ling Shuang began to be angry again.

In this way, accepting, overthrowing, and accepting again, Sima asked to die, resurrect, and die again in Ling Shuang's heart. Until she herself thought of a compromise and came to "inform".

Sima asked if he didn't see it, and refused to show up.

Ling Shuang sincerely waited for him to come back and refused to leave.

Halfway through the hour, the sun was scorching, and Sima Wenzhi gradually couldn't bear it, so he immediately walked to his residence and surrendered.

"Hey, where have you been, you won't even close the door". Seeing him coming, Ling Shuang asked.

Although Taoists are open-minded, their personal encounters are secretive, and they are used to covering the door when they go out. Sima Wenzhi never closed the door, because he was accustomed to seeing the world's people's residences.

Although there are many wars, the customs of ordinary people are still simple, and it is common to go out without closing their doors. Besides, most of them are poor families, and there are no valuable things at home that attract people to covet, and there are many moves to hide the door.

"Knowing that you will come, I will open the door to welcome you". Sima Wenzhi had no intention of offending her, nor did he intend to use the name of his uncle to pressure her, so he deliberately replied like this.

"I was afraid that no one would open the door, so I smashed the door. Ling Shuang forgot the purpose of coming here, and pressed forward step by step.

Sima asked no more answers, and walked straight to the house.

"The sun is scorching, and Huang Lingdao speaks in the long house. Seeing that Ling Shuang didn't follow, he took the initiative to invite again.

"You have a conscience. Sima Wenzhi added "Dao Chief" to his title, and Ling Shuang was treated satisfactorily and walked quickly to the house.

If you eat people with a short mouth, you will also have a short mouth if you drink people. After drinking the two cups of good tea that Sima Wenzhi had treated, Ling Shuang's tone softened a lot before he spoke.

Reminiscing about the past, although the past is not very far away.

Closer to each other, although the other party doesn't want to entangle with her.

You come and go, after a lot of talking, Ling Shuang's purpose here is fully achieved. There were outsiders present, and Sima asked if it was his uncle. When there were only two of them, he was still a "little master".

wanted to get closer to Uncle Zu, but after the matter was decided, Ling Shuang did not take the initiative to resign. Physically and mentally exhausted, Sima asked but had the heart to send off the guests.

In the end, he used the excuse of wanting to take a nap to remind Ling Shuang, and made it look like he wanted to wear loose clothes.

Ling Shuang left, muttering "light and thin" as she left.

There is no habit of taking a nap in Qingxuan Mountain, and this move is indeed not a gentleman's doing, if the Confucian Master Yu of Sima Wenzhi is present, he will definitely teach him more.

But he was not asked by the Confucian Sima at this time, but by the Taoist spirit of the Shangqing Sect. Now learning and selling, the freedom of a cultivator, his performance is remarkable.

Sima didn't want to take a nap, in fact, it was impossible to take a nap. Soon after Ling Shuang left, a fellow monk came to visit.

Things are gathered by like, and people are grouped.

A newcomer came to the place where he lived, and he went to visit and investigate, and the behavior of these disciples was not abnormal. What's more, although there is no treatment, Sima Wenzhi's reputation is enough.

Entering the door is a guest, a guest watching tea, and the teenage Sima asks him to experience the politeness of an adult.

There are rules for drinking tea, the first brew can not be drunk, and the tea is poured out after moistening.

But the disciples who came to his dwelling to see him came one after another, and they did not stop for several hours. First there were four generations of disciples, and then three generations of disciples.

The supply of tea was insufficient, and the tea set was too late to be cleaned, which hurt the disciples who sent and poured water, and there were no rules.

For two days in a row, Sima Wenzhi struggled to cope, and the tea he had asked for before also began to bottom out. By the third day he had stopped opening the door.

There were still junior disciples who had come to visit, mixed with those who had already come, and after a while, there were already some people in the open space outside the house.

"Fusheng immeasurable Tianzun, poor and powerful. "Outside the house, there was suddenly a Taoist Ji Shou, who was a second-generation disciple of the Shangqing Sect.

Sima Wenzhi didn't know what to do, and he was overjoyed when he heard it, and finally the elders of the sect came forward and hurriedly opened the door.

"Senior brother, can you come in and drink a cup of tea. ”

Before he could speak, the land power opened his mouth first.