Shangguan Wan'er can understand Cui Shi's true love. Destiny is hard to come by. Is there really a fate between them?

The Buddha said: Destiny is divided into three levels. The first level is fate but no part, the second level is fate but no part, and the third level is fate and five hundred years. Everyone hopes that their love is the third level, and lovers will eventually get married and get married. But life is often cruel and unsatisfactory.

At this moment, Shangguan Wan'er felt a feeling and evoked memories of the past. Thinking about her past, who can know the bitterness she suffered along the way?

Thousands of words cannot be said, nor can they be said. Shangguan Wan'er wishes that she is a free cloud that can accompany the bright sunshine and drift with the wind. But, can it? No! She knows how to protect herself, and knows that she cannot be careless in her words and deeds, otherwise she will not know what her tomorrow will be.

After hearing what Lu Xiaoxian said, Cui Xi didn't say anything and was thinking carefully.

Zhang Yizhi, who was standing beside him, said curiously: "Young Master Lu, no matter how Brother Cui decides, you should recite the poem you have done for you, so that I can hear it as soon as possible!"

Lu Xiaoxian smiled and nodded, and chanted directly: "The green willows and grass are long on the pavilion road, and it is easy to leave people when they are young. The dream at the top of the building is 5 o'clock, and the separation is sad in the bottom of the flowers is raining in March. The ruthlessness is not like the bitterness of affection, and it is even thousands of strands. There is a limit to the end of the world, and there is only endless lovesickness."

Needless to ask, Lu Xiaoxian's poems must have been plagiarized. This is from "Mulan Flower" by Yan Shu of the Northern Song Dynasty. The artistic conception and lyrics of the poem are much higher than those written by Cui Xi. Not only does Cui Xi and Zhang Yizhi have nothing to say, but even Shangguan Wan'er next door nodded.

...

In the Zen room in the backyard of Baima Temple, Lu Xiaoxian and Xue Huaiyi sat cross-legged and face each other.

"Are you doing these days?" Lu Xiaoxian asked softly.

Xue Huaiyi in front of him was burly and handsome, but Lu Xiaoxian was still willing to treat him as a young girl in the third grade of elementary school.

Xue Huaiyi's face still had a faint sense of helplessness and melancholy, and he replied calmly: "It's no different from before, it doesn't matter whether it's good or not!"

Lu Xiaoxian made a special trip to visit Xue Huaiyi from Baima Temple. He originally planned to comfort Xue Huaiyi, but at this moment, no matter what kind of comforting words were, he was so pale and powerless when he spoke it in front of Xue Huaiyi.

Lu Xiaoxian sighed and could only remain silent.

Xue Huaiyi stood up, took a few booklets from the bookshelf, and handed them to Lu Xiaoxian: "This is for you!

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Lu Xiaoxian took it and glanced a few times: "Perfume Guide", "Wine Brewing Crafts", "Eight Major Cuisine Recipes", "A Collection of Ancient Poetry"...

He looked at Xue Huaiyi in surprise: "This is what you have from..."

Xue Huaiyi nodded: "That's right, it was copied from the books in the library in my mind. I don't know if you can use them!"

"It can be used! Of course it can be used!" Lu Xiaoxian's excited voice trembled a little.

"Tell me what else do you think is useful? I will copy it when I have time!" Xue Huaiyi said lightly.

"Thank you so much! That, don't you keep it yourself?" Xue Huaiyi's generousness made Lu Xiaoxian feel a little embarrassed.

Xue Huaiyi shook his head: "I don't dare to be interested in these things, so it's useless to keep them!"

Lu Xiaoxian was speechless. He could understand Xue Huaiyi's thoughts. It was like if a person really liked jade, then the best mutton fat jade was a priceless treasure in his mind. On the contrary, if a person didn't like jade at all, then the same top mutton fat jade was no different from an ordinary stone in his mind.

...

In the kitchen in the back hall of Yonghe Building, Taoist Xuanxu was closing his eyes on a chair to rest.

Before, the Demort Ghost and Lu Xiaoxian had agreed that Taoist Master Xuanxu just lent it to Lu Xiaoxian for a few days. But I don’t know what method Lu Xiaoxian used, Taoist Master Xuanxu actually stayed at Yonghelou and refused to leave. Now the Demort Ghost could not explain to Taoist Master Qingyang in Shangqing Palace, and he was so angry that he scolded Lu Xiaoxian for being indecent.

Just scold me, anyway, there is no missing piece of meat, Lu Xiaoxian has always been very thick-skinned.

It is hard to fool those with ability. Taoist Xuanxu is a capable person, and it is not something that anyone who wants to keep. Fortunately, Lu Xiaoxian has his own way and has something that can attract Taoist Xuanxu: the eight major cuisine recipes given to him by Xue Huaiyi.

Many of the eight major cuisines appeared after the Tang Dynasty. Of course, Taoist Master Xuanxu had never seen it. Any dish would make Taoist Master Xuanxu’s eyes turn green. The way to cook these dishes was not learned in a day or two, so of course he was unwilling to leave.

Liu Qi beside Lu Xiaoxian was about to go forward to wake up Taoist Xuanxu, but Lu Xiaoxian waved his hand to stop him. He looked at the scene in front of him with interest.

In addition to Taoist Xuanxu, Chen San is also there in the kitchen.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open. Lu Xiaoxian and Liu Qi had enough time to come in, but he didn't even glance at them. Two big things

To him, people seem to be completely non-existent.

Chen San's eyes were always staring at something: a green cucumber on the chopping board.

Suddenly, Chen San's body shook slightly, and then a blade of sword light leaped onto the chopping board. With the sound of "tuk-tuk-tuk" walking, it seemed that in just a blink of an eye, the cucumber had become a pile of thin slices of cucumber.

Lu Xiaoxian couldn't help but exclaim softly: "Good knife skills."

Lu Xiaoxian's words disturbed Taoist Xuanxu. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not open his eyes, and then asked coldly: "Chen San, what are your homework this morning?"

"Cut one hundred cucumbers, each one should be cut to more than two hundred slices, and the thickness should be evenly thick."

Chen San was not as arrogant as before, and he answered Master Xuanxu's question carefully like a child who made a mistake.

"How many of this is the first one?"

"It's already a hundred."

"Okay." Taoist Master Xuanxu nodded, "From now on, cut a hundred more."

"I understand." When Chen San said this, his eyes were so aggrieved that he felt a little red.

"Do you know why you have to punish this hundred?"

"I don't know." Chen San answered honestly.

"How many slices did you cut this cucumber in the end?"

"Two hundred and eighteen pieces."

"Very good." Taoist Master Xuanxu was silent for a moment and ordered, "Pile the seventh to the thirty-seventh pieces together!"

Chen San did as he did.

Taoist Master Xuanxu ordered again: "Pile the 171st to 201st pieces together."

Chen San did as he said.

"The two stacks are thirty pieces. Take a look at it carefully, what's the difference!"

Looking at the two piles of cucumbers, Chen San's face changed and sweat also oozed on his forehead.

"Do you know why you punished me now?" Taoist Xuanxu still closed his eyes, expressionless.

"I understand..." Chen San's voice was as low as a mosquito was humming.
Chapter completed!