[Wen Qing] Mountain guest

Chapter 14 The Human World

"Zhuangzi·Human World" says: The next life cannot be waited for, and the past life cannot be pursued.

Wen Liu was caught by Qinghe to recite a passage of Taoist classics every day, which is called self-cultivation and self-cultivation.He can't quite understand the polite way of speaking in these books, but under Qinghe's influence, he can gradually understand a little.

Among the endless nonsense, there are occasionally one or two sentences that are quite remarkable.

He stretched out his claws to point at this sentence, licked the corner of his mouth, and said to Qinghe: "Hey, the teachings of your saints, you can't wait for the next life, and you can't chase after the past, so enjoy yourself in time. How about double cultivation tonight?"

Qing He glanced at him, it's hard to say that he misinterpreted this sentence, it's hard to say that he realized all kinds of true meaning, turned a page of the book casually: "It's snowing, I'm in a bad mood, let's discuss."

Wen Liu let out a suffocated snort.

Ever since this Chenghuang got enlightened on something, he has become particularly enthusiastic about it.When there is nothing to do, he always puts the word "Shuangxiu" on his lips.Fortunately, he didn't like to get close to other people except Qinghe, and he seldom even showed his face, so he didn't spread the shocking news that "it is said that a monster is seeking double cultivation with Elder Juewei" throughout Mount Taihua.

And Qinghe's reasons for rejecting him are always strange, from the bad weather to the bad taste of today's wine, he can all be carried out by him in a high-sounding manner.Wen Liu obviously felt that he was being perfunctory, but he knew too little about courtship, and he couldn't find any good way to knock Qinghe down other than slapping his tail angrily and staring.

It's definitely not good to be tough, Qinghe is rarely angry, but when he is angry, he definitely can't stand it.Let's be soft... It seems a bit out of the way.

What did you say?Only wives and villains are hard to raise in the world.

The ancients did not deceive beasts sincerely.

Qinghe once promised to show him the book of Shuangxiu.Wen Liu had always hated all Taoist classics, but his enthusiasm for these books was unprecedentedly high, and he asked Qinghe for them as soon as he returned to Mount Taihua.Qinghe knew exactly what thoughts were going on in his mind, smiled leisurely, and said casually: "I was borrowed by Nan Xun earlier."

Nan Xun, who was innocently lying on the gun, sneezed in the distant residence.

Qinghe hid these rumored borrowed books very well, and Wen Liu took advantage of his absence to dig Qinghe's residence upside down, but he couldn't even find the shadow.

Later, he was cleared and fined to sweep the yard for a month.

Wen Liu actively used his brain, thinking that there is no unparalleled road, and if the mountain does not come, I will go to the mountain. The classics of double cultivation in Taihua Mountain are not alone and alone.But he didn't know many Taoist priests in Mount Taihua, and most of them were loyal supporters of Elder Juewei, asking them for help would be like scaring the snake.

After thinking about it, the monster Chenghuang narrowed his eyes and thought of the little girl Yiqing who likes to write books.

Some time ago, Yiqing and Xia Yi got very close and often went to Qinghe's residence, so Wen Liu had a deep impression of her.He thought that since this little girl likes to write stories, she must have read a lot of books. Even if she doesn't have what he wants, she might be able to help her find it.

After making up his mind, Wen Zuo sneaked into Yiqing's room in the dark and windy night.

For this monster that once chased and bit her, Yiqing held no grudges at all. After listening to his request, her eyes lit up and her hands and feet quickly found a pile of books for him. There were all kinds of books.For some reason, Yiqing Youqing provided only the book of Longyang's Broken Sleeve, which fundamentally misled Wen Liu's cognition.

Wen Liu said with satisfaction that the little girl was very knowledgeable, and moved all the books that were as tall as a person into the Taihua Secret Realm.

Yiqing covered her nosebleed and took advantage of the night to light up and write quickly. The release of the new book is just around the corner.

Wen Liu hid in the secret place, spent three days flipping through the book Yiqing gave, and spent another three days carefully reading it with vivid descriptions and details, and then spent three days groping for a conclusion.

In the past nine days, he has been a model of hard work who is thirsty for knowledge.

Qinghe was very surprised by his abnormal quietness, and once asked him what happened recently.Wen Liu flicked his tail and said inscrutably that Lao Tzu was retreating.

Qing He was slightly surprised, touched his forehead with his hand, and said strangely: "I don't have a fever either."

Wen Liu had seen those minutely detailed pictures before he realized that he had suffered a terrible loss earlier. He and Qinghe hadn't even touched the door of Shuangxiu.It turns out that Shuangxiu should do this, this, and that, and that's how the stinky Taoist priests fooled Lao Tzu casually, which is simply outrageous.

He painstakingly studied all the stories in the storybook, and giftedly summed up a few rules.

One is that the Tao is one foot tall and the monster is ten feet tall. He plays a rascal and I play a hooligan. You must have a thick skin and a body that can resist beatings.

The second is to pay attention to cooking skills. For those who eat soft but not hard, it is absolutely impossible for the overlord to force their bows. The most suitable thing is to show weakness just right, strive for sympathy, and cry The child has milk to eat, and the troubled ones have meat to eat. Only when the Qinghe is soft-hearted can he attack quickly to succeed in one fell swoop.

The third is that men are lower-body animals, and people who practice Taoism are also human beings. Humans have the seven emotions and six desires, and it is easy to deal with them. If you let him feel comfortable and unable to be himself, he will probably be settled for the rest of his life.

In the end, wine is a good thing, and most people are easy to fool when they are drunk.

Although the book says that the ideal is beautiful, the reality is cruel.But the book also said that if you have the opportunity, you should take it, and if you don't have the opportunity to create an opportunity, you should take it.So Wen Liu mustered up his confidence and began to prepare with confidence.

He fiddled with his little abacus, dug out all Qinghe's private collection of fine wines, and even stole all of Elder Juewei's small treasury. Replaced with old wine.

The prodigal Cheng Huang swaggered back to Taihua Mountain carrying a bunch of wine jars, full of longing for the arrival of tonight.

Clear and good wine, but not greedy for drinking, is often tasted lightly.

In other words, he doesn't drink very well.

Wen Liu naturally grasped this point and tried to pour him down.

In addition to good tools, crime against the wind requires a good location.Wen Liu thought deeply, and went to Qinghe with a bunch of wine jars on his back: "Hey, do you want to go to Beishan to soak in the hot spring?"

Not far to the north of Mount Taihua, there is a spring whose water is so warm that it does not freeze even in snowy days.Qinghe occasionally gets up and goes there to take a bath.

Wen Liu remembered Qinghe's preferences very clearly, but Elder Juewei didn't take the bait as he wished, so he frowned slightly and asked him, "Why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

Wen Liu scratched his chin, remembering that the book said that the attitude must be "gentle and considerate", and asked himself that he didn't seem to do well just now, so he coughed a few times and started again: "Qinghe, let's go to the hot spring~"

He suddenly lowered his head and rubbed Qinghe's waist with his hairy head.

Qinghe's hands trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the fly whisk.

Wen Liu rarely called out the word "Qinghe" by name, but now that he put these two words in his mouth, he suddenly felt a hint of tenderness.He knew that this name was Qinghe's Taoist name, but Qinghe never mentioned the names of lay people in the past.

This is very good, Wen Liu is satisfied.In this way, Qinghe is just the Qinghe he is familiar with, not anyone else.There is no past of which he is ignorant, and there must be no future of which he is not a part. .

Qinghe took the fly whisk, pushed away the monsters that were rushing towards him, with a smile on his eyes: "No."

Wen Liu's demon body was startled: "What did you say?!"

"I won't go." Qing He said leisurely, "There's nothing to be courteous about, it's either rape or robbery. Huh?"

Wen Liu breathed heavily.Remembering the word "cute" in the book, although I don't quite understand the meaning, I already got two or three points of the essence.Putting two front legs on Qinghe's shoulders and not letting go: "Go, go, I even have wine...I even warmed the wine."

"I'll leave it all for you to drink." Qing He was unmoved.

Wen Liu blinked and blinked, trying hard to look hurt: "Today is my birthday."

Qing He counted: "No. When I met you, it wasn't this month."

Wen Liu was not guilty, and said casually: "Chenghuang grows slowly, I was born a long time ago." He glanced at Qinghe, and complained in a low voice, "I can't even drink enough blood."

Probably this sentence finally hit a certain place in Qinghe's heart, the expression in his eyes changed a few times, and he finally shook his head helplessly: "Let's go."

The hot springs merged into a pool at the bottom of the valley. There were trays floating in the pool, holding exquisite wine utensils. In the shallow water, you can also see a row of tightly sealed wine jars.Wen Liu has been well taught by all kinds of romantic stories, but he almost sprinkled flower petals in the water - after thinking about it, he thought it still smelled clean and pleasant, so he gave up.

Qinghe's eyelids twitched three times, knowing that all his collections were unfortunately robbed, he couldn't help but pat Wen Liu on the head: "Where did you learn the habit of extravagance?"

Wen Liu didn't take it seriously, but he was able to refute it clearly and logically: "Didn't you always say that money is something external to you, and you will come back when you lose it. If you like those yellow and white things, I can get them for you and pile them up into mountains."

As soon as the voice fell, he was knocked on the head again: "Don't steal."

Wen Liu hummed twice, pried open the wine jar and poured a big glass for Qinghe.Qinghe smelled the aroma of the wine, and put a three-point smile on his face: "I still buy Dongyang wine from the old year."

He casually put down the sundries he brought and placed them on a large dry bluestone by the pool, untied his clothes and stepped into the water.Wen Liu followed all the way with piercing eyes, and suddenly his mouth was very dry. Qinghe glanced at him, pulled out the white scarf that he brought, and hung it loosely between his waist and abdomen, covering the beautiful scenery.

Wen Liu gritted his teeth, pushed the tray of wine and swam across the water, determined not to pour it down and vowed not to stop.

Wen Liu poured wine for Qinghe one cup after another. Qinghe never refused anyone who came, but drank very slowly, as if trying to wear his patience on purpose.Wen Liu didn't think it was too difficult, he glanced at Qinghe's bare back, and felt a burst of unexplained satisfaction in his heart.

He has read the two words "like" and "love" in the book. The book says that if you just stay with someone and do nothing and feel happy, then it is "like".

Wen Liu grabbed the wine jar and thought, he probably likes Shang Qinghe.

As for when it started, God knows.

Qinghe casually played with the wine glass, knowing the careful thoughts Wen Liu had in his stomach.

Strangely enough, he wasn't annoyed, offended, or weird.Qinghe thought, probably because he spent too long with this monster, so long that he seemed to have become an inseparable part of himself, so long that everything became natural, as if he was born that way.

This isn't quite right, but it's not quite clear what's wrong... Qinghe looked at Wenliu through the steaming mist. The latter's hair was all wet, and he looked a little embarrassed, just like a dog in water.

Reservoir Dog's pupils were deep green, slightly shining, and he kept staring at him.This reminds Qinghe of the time when he first met Wenliu.The newborn cub was also wet, and its teeth hadn't even opened yet, but it was terribly fierce, hanging on his finger, trying to bite off a piece of meat.

It's not like it is now... It's so obedient to achieve a certain purpose.

Even if this kind of restraint is only for a moment, Qinghe has a sense of trance for a certain moment.

Wen Liu felt that Qinghe was distracted while holding the wine glass.

He was refreshed, feeling that his painstaking efforts had paid off, he stretched out his claws and waved in front of Qinghe's eyes: "Taoist priest, how much is this?"

"Five." Qinghe said firmly, "Can you draw any other numbers?"

His voice was a little soft, like a handful of snow sliding down from the bamboo tips, and then melting into the misty pool of water.From this, Wen Liu concluded that he was drunk, he grinned, and threw his whole body forward, pressing Qinghe firmly against the edge of the pool.

He remembered the phrase "speaking the truth after drinking", and decided it was a good time for a cliché, so he stuck it in Qinghe's ear, saying: "I like you."

Seemingly feeling that his ears were itching too much from his breath, Qinghe turned his face slightly, and nodded slightly: "Got it."

Wen Liu pricked up his ears and waited for a long time, but he couldn't wait for the next sentence after "knowing it".

He asked unwillingly: "You have nothing to say?"

Qinghe shook his head.

"..." Wen Liu became anxious, "Don't you just say you like me!"

Qinghe stared at him for a long time.Too close, Wen Liu could clearly see his own reflection in his eyes.

As if it had been a long time since the sun rose and the moon set, Qing He lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was as low as a long sigh: "I don't know."

Scratching his ears and cheeks, Wen Liu waited for such a vague answer, feeling very sad and indignant, feeling that the stories in the book were still not to be believed.

He simply stopped being entangled, and silently recited the formula, transformed himself into a human body, and bowed his head to kiss Qinghe's lips according to the way it appeared in the book.He licked those two soft lips, and seeing that Qinghe didn't react too violently, he stretched out his tongue and knocked open his teeth.

Wen Liu brushed the tip of his tongue across Qing He's mouth, Qing He seemed to feel uncomfortable, and moved his tongue subconsciously, trying to push out the intruding thing, but was entangled by Wen Liu.Wen Liu played with his Qinghe tongue, thinking that the taste is really good, no wonder everyone in the book likes to do this.

There is still the aroma of wine between Qinghe's lips and teeth, Wen Liu has a lot of alcohol, sucking the familiar and wine-scented body fluid in Qinghe's mouth, but he is a little drunk without drinking.

He reached down with one hand, tore off the white scarf covering the clear film, and threw it on the bank beside him.

—TBC—

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Qing He Xin flipped through the "Longyang Yi History" in front of him, with a half-smile on his face: "Where did it come from?"

"Fuck your ass."

Wen Liu's eyes flickered, feeling a little guilty, he hooked his tail firmly to the pile of precious books that Qinghe found from the Taihua Secret Realm, not letting him take it away.Then he recalled the past, and added some confidence: "You care about the heaven and the earth, and I still care about my studies? What's more, you talk like a fart, and you didn't even look at the promised double-cultivation classics."

"On Taihua Mountain, there is no one who has such a leisurely mind, except that girl Yiqing." Qinghe laughed, asked himself and answered, and with a light whisk, the large stack of books that Wen Liu was guarding disappeared out of thin air, "Look more at the wound." body, confiscated."

Wen Liu jumped up unwillingly, and was about to refute, when another pile of books suddenly fell from the sky, hitting his head and face, almost covering Chenghuang's huge body.

"What the hell!"

Wen Liu shook his hair impatiently, shaking off the book that was pressing on his head.Qinghe smiled lightly, bent slightly, and picked up a hand-copied book, which was exactly the "Zhuangzi" that Wen Liu was forced to read every day recently.

"Don't you want to read books?" Qing He said softly, "Reading books can cultivate one's morality and self-cultivation. It is a good thing to know how to advance and retreat. From today onwards, you should recite all these books."

Wen Liu was dumbfounded.

Seeing him as if he had been struck by lightning, Qinghe nodded the drooping forehead of the monster: "As the saying goes, there is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book. I will not disappoint you."

Wen Liu looked at the Taoist's self-smiling eyes, and raised his head to the sky and shouted "shit reasoning" three times in his heart.

Yan Ruyu of the Golden House is bullshit, as long as it is not Qinghe, it is bullshit.These mysterious and mysterious Taoist classics can't teach him to practice with Qinghe, how can it be better than the previous ones!

Qinghe put the book "Zhuangzi" in his hand in front of Wen Liu, turned to the chapter "Human World" that he had read yesterday, and took some time off: "You can't wait for the next life, and you can't chase the past—read on."

Wen Liu reluctantly lay down in front of the book, wanting to show his temper and not read it, but also thinking that he was taking advantage of him after all, a little bit wronged, it's better to restrain himself, so he said dryly: "There is a way in the world, the sage Chengyan; there is no way in the world, and there is no way for saints to live. At this time..."

The soft sunlight in the afternoon slipped into the courtyard, shining softly in front of people's eyes.The wind blows into the bamboo, and the rustling sound is accompanied by Wen Liu's stumbling chanting, which makes people feel peaceful and free from dust for no reason.

There is still a lot of good wine that Wen Liu brought back yesterday, so Qinghe finds a jug and moves a bamboo couch to sit and listen to Wen Liu read "Zhuangzi", occasionally sipping a sip of wine.

You can't wait for the next life, and you can't chase the past.At present, it is good to be safe and have nothing to ask for.

There are so many things in the world, only to be old in front of the bottle.

END.