Confucian Sword Fairy

Chapter 7 Blind Date
With the arrival of Su Wanyun.

Song Zhishu couldn't help looking at it. It was a coincidence that both of them appeared.

"I have seen the fairy elder."

The messenger glanced at Su Wanyun, immediately lowered his head, and shouted respectfully.

The latter just glanced at it and realized that the other party had no aura fluctuations. Knowing that it was a mortal who ignored it, he smiled sweetly and looked at Song Zhishu.

"Senior Brother Song, it's getting late, and people are already waiting for Senior Brother in Changchun Building."

Su Wanyun cut straight to the point and directly explained the purpose of her visit.

Hearing Su Wanyun speak, Song Zhishu nodded and said.

"Please wait a moment, junior sister."

After saying this, Song Zhishu looked at the messenger, perhaps because of the arrival of other monks, the messenger seemed extremely nervous and did not dare to make a sound.

"I'll accept my wish, but it's reciprocal. You can take this paper umbrella."

Song Zhishu opened his mouth, and the other party insisted on sending the gift, which was out of his heart. The previous refusal was because the other party's family was not good, so there was no need to save face, but the other party's failure to take it back proved that he had figured it out, so Song Zhishu accepted it.

But giving the paper umbrella to the other party can be regarded as a kind of return, and it can also be regarded as a kind of relationship.

"Thank you Xianchang."

The latter was a little surprised. Although he was simple and honest, he also knew what it meant, so he put away the paper umbrella immediately.

"By the way, what's your name and where do you live?"

Song Zhishu asked.

"Hui Xianchang, the villain's name is Wang Zhuang, and he lives in Yanpingfang, Dongshi."

The latter responded.

"understood."

Song Zhishu nodded gently, without any wordiness, closed the door, and left directly with Su Wanyun.

Regarding Wang Zhuang, Song Zhishu's thoughts are also very simple. He is a person who knows how to repay his kindness. It is not a bad thing to get to know him. He stays at home all the year round and rarely goes out except for performing sect missions.

To be honest, I'm not very clear about things big and small. If there is a Wang Zhuang, I can ask for some news and so on.

In fact, most of the cultivators are like this. They don’t want to go out for no big things. Practicing Qi at home and cultivating all kinds of arts are ten times better than wandering around. So Song Zhishu thinks that those nerds and social-phobic people in the previous life are very suitable for cultivating immortals. .

Leaving the residence, the heavy rain has not stopped, and the momentum is even stronger than yesterday.

Su Wanyun held up a light pink paper umbrella, and handed another paper umbrella to Song Zhishu, with a smile on her face all the time, but she couldn't help but speak.

"Senior Brother Song, who was that person just now?"

She asked curiously, looking at Song Zhishu.

"A messenger who wet my letter yesterday came to the door to apologize."

Song Zhishu took the paper umbrella and said slowly.

Hearing this, Su Wanyun nodded, and the two of them walked out of the eaves, heavy rain fell on the paper umbrella, and there was a low slapping sound.

"Senior Brother Song, it's best not to mess with these mortals. They are all mortals, and they are not at the same level as us. They deliberately contact them just because they want to gain wealth. The thoughts of these people are too common. It’s a little tattered, and I’ll have the cheek to make some demands tomorrow.”

"A senior once said that as a cultivator of my generation, we must not have too much contact with mortals. It is trivial to ask for something, but to cause karma. There is no need to get involved in trouble for some mortals."

When Su Wanyun spoke, she had a pretty face and a smile, but when she said these words, there was an indescribable feeling.

There is no look or look of contempt, but the tone revealed indifference and aloofness.

is class.

A distinct class.

For some reason, when Song Zhishu heard this, he didn't agree with it at all, and even felt disgusted in his heart.

The foundation of Confucianism is to be a human being, which can be divided into two meanings, the way to become a man for oneself, and the way to be a man for others. The core meaning is to put people first.

But obviously, monks look down on mortals at all, and they can tell the whole leopard from a glance. Su Wanyun is only a monk at the third level of qi training, a low-level monk, but he looks down on mortals in his bones.

I think that there are two completely different worlds between the two, but I don't know that they are similar with minor differences.

Of course, Song Zhishu didn't say anything out loud. Everyone has different views and ideas. The prejudice in people's hearts is itself a mountain, and it cannot be changed by relying on a few words.

The two walked side by side, there were many pedestrians on the road, oil-paper umbrellas shielded the pouring rain, and there were different stories in the quaint streets and towns.

Song Zhishu didn't speak, but quietly looked around, comprehending what he saw and what he saw.

soon.

Changchun Building.

This is a relatively famous restaurant in Nanshi. A normal meal requires at least a dozen orbs. If there is no family background, or no good things happen, no one will come here to eat.

Blind dates can be big or small, and the location of Changchun Building is not a problem.

"Senior Brother Song, I know the manager of the Changchun Building. I have already prepared some delicacies and the bill has been sold. Senior Brother, don't pay for it."

Su Wanyun smiled and said that she had already paid for the meal.

paid?

Song Zhishu couldn't help frowning slightly, he didn't expect that, after all, to put it bluntly, Su Wanyun could be regarded as a matchmaker, no matter whether this matter is successful or not, it won't be a matchmaker's turn to pay, right?

This is a bit strange.

Song Zhishu inevitably had some doubts, since Su Wanyun came to look for him yesterday, he mentioned the blind date, but now it seems to be very deliberate.

Either it was hiding something else, or there was something wrong with this cousin, otherwise, Song Zhishu really couldn't think of any possibility.

It seemed that Song Zhishu felt something strange, and the latter couldn't help but speak out immediately.

"Senior brother Song, I'm sending the Buddha to the west. I mainly want to find a good home for my cousin. A monk like you, brother, is really rare."

Su Wanyun smiled and said.

"People like me don't need to explain that there are a lot of them in Yuecheng. Aren't they everywhere in the four cities and twelve squares in the city?"

Song Zhishu opened his mouth and simply laughed at himself, but before Su Wanyun could say a few polite words, Song Zhishu's voice sounded again.

"Junior Sister Su, what is it, just tell me directly."

"I think, Junior Sister Su is also a monk at the third level of Qi training, and she doesn't have enough time on weekdays. According to common sense, she has nothing to do with me."

"What is the purpose of taking the lead this time?"

Song Zhishu's tone was calm and slightly unfamiliar. To be honest, he felt that something was wrong before, but now Su Wanyun made him even more suspicious.

Therefore, I couldn't help but ask the other party what the purpose was.

"Senior brother Song, it's meaningless for you to say that. The younger sister is just pulling the strings. If my cousin hadn't been begging me for help, and I really think that the senior brother is not bad all these years, otherwise, I wouldn't be so enthusiastic."

"Why are you suspicious?"

Su Wanyun was a little annoyed, but felt that Song Zhishu was thinking too much.

Hearing Su Wanyun speak like this, Song Zhishu was indeed a little silent. After thinking about it carefully, it was indeed the case. He was poor and worthless, so there was no need to plot against him.

The only possibility is that there is something wrong with Su Wanyun's cousin.

However, Song Zhishu himself came here to deal with one or two, and he didn't want to save Su Wanyun's face, so as not to make enemies.

"Senior Brother Song, in the private room on the second floor, just wear white clothes."

"Junior sister, I won't go up, waiting for your good news."

When they came to the Changchun Building, Su Wanyun informed the room, and then planned to leave.

"Aren't you going up with me?"

Song Zhishu asked curiously.

The latter smiled immediately, looked at Song Zhishu and said, "Brother, when you meet, what is my business? What am I going to do? Is it a joke? Or is it that brother dare not talk to women?"

She slightly joked.

"really."

"No matter what, thank you, Junior Sister."

Song Zhishu said something politely, and then walked directly into the Changchun Building.

After Song Zhishu entered the Changchun Building, Su Wanyun couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and then murmured to herself.

"Brother, brother, don't blame me, the main reason is that you give too much."

"In the future, if I really get the fairy fate, I will also remember your kindness."

After Su Wanyun said this, she also turned around and left without stopping.

As for Song Zhishu, after stepping into the Changchun Building, he didn't ask anything, and walked directly to the second floor.

The consumption in the Changchun Building is quite a lot. A normal meal costs [-] to [-] Lingzhu. If it is in the private room, at least [-]. Unless you are a servant disciple, ordinary monks of the same sect absolutely have no spending power.

"What's the plan for such a big price?"

Song Zhishu was puzzled, he really couldn't think of what the other party was doing.

But since he has come here, he is not worried about being cheated, and he is not afraid of any danger in public.

"The private room on the second floor."

"The woman in white."

After Song Zhishu came to the second floor, he began to search. At a glance, there were many private rooms, and it was a little troublesome that no one took them. He didn't know exactly which ones.

Fortunately, through the point of the woman in white, Song Zhishu instantly saw a figure in white.

Sitting alone in the private room, the door was not closed, and then I glanced at the other rooms, and there was indeed no woman in white.

So Song Zhishu walked up quickly.

But soon, Song Zhishu finally understood why Su Wanyun was so enthusiastic.

Because when I got closer, I didn't see a woman in white, it was just a young woman in white, okay?

It was a woman, wearing a plain white dress. Her appearance was definitely not bad, even full of charm. The years had not left too many marks on her face, but she was at least 30 years old, and her temperament was not bad, at least it was invisible to ordinary people.

There is an emerald green hairpin stuck on the top of the head, and the slender arms are exposed to the air, holding a wine glass, as if thinking about something.

"No wonder you are so enthusiastic."

"It turned out to be more than 30, how could this be a cousin? You can call it a cousin."

Song Zhishu couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart, daring to go around with affection is such a thing.

Cultivators have the ability to delay aging, although it cannot be completely delayed, but at least it is not a big problem to be 20 years younger, especially women, who know how to take care of themselves.

In other words, this woman looks 30 years old, probably 50, [-], or even older.

Female junior, holding golden bricks.

No wonder he invited himself so enthusiastically, Song Zhishu understood everything at this moment.

Thinking of this, Song Zhishu let out a sigh of relief, and he walked directly into the private room, regardless of the other party's thoughts, and spoke directly.

"Meet the girl."

"You are Su Wanyun's cousin, right?"

"The Zhishu of Song Dynasty is a good friend of Junior Sister Su. I rushed to the appointment and didn't bring any gifts for the girl. I hope the girl will forgive me."

"However, Mr. Song really has no intention of getting married. Although he is thirty years old and has accomplished nothing, he still has a little hope in the immortal way. What happened today is indeed a bit reckless. If we meet again by fate in the future, as Mr. Song has already obtained the fate of immortality, we must I will make up for today's mistakes."

"This delicious meal can be regarded as part of Song's compensation, and please don't get angry, girl."

"Forgive me."

Song Zhishu opened his mouth and didn't give the other party a chance to say anything. A blind date is a bit embarrassing in itself. He didn't mean it, but he came here because he couldn't refuse others.

If you sit down and chat, you are not afraid that the other party is not interested in you, but you are afraid that the other party has a little interest in you, that is harming others and yourself.

It's better to open the skylight and speak honestly, so as not to get entangled.

Inside the room.

The latter was slightly taken aback, apparently he did not expect Song Zhishu to say a lot of such things.

The next moment, before she could speak, Song Zhishu had already saluted and left, not allowing her to say a word at all.

Leave the private room.

Song Zhishu also fulfilled his promise. He came downstairs and planned to buy the Yajian account.

But when he heard the five low-grade spirit stones, Song Zhishu was stunned.

"Five?"

No wonder Song Zhishu was surprised, he only earns five or six low-grade spirit stones a month, how could he afford this meal?
"Shangxian, I ordered a pot of the most expensive spirit wine, and the price was clearly marked, but I didn't mess around."

The accountant opened his mouth and pointed to the wooden wine price sign behind him.

At that moment, Song Zhishu nodded and left.

Yep.

Did not pay, just left.

But after a few steps, Song Zhishu came back with a face full of pain.

A gentleman cannot be without faith.

Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith are the five constants of Confucianism. Whether you want to or not, you have to pay.

The only hope right now is Confucianism and Taoism. If the loss of confidence affects the opening of the box, it will be a big deal.

You cheap mouth, why do you want to pretend to be rich?Didn't everyone say that they have already paid for the Lingshi?

Why do you want to pretend?

Song Zhishu really hurts, what is the concept of five low-grade spirit stones, he only has less than nine low-grade spirit stones left on hand, and the rent will be paid in half a month, that is three.

In other words, I really want to be penniless.

It's going to go.

After paying with tears in his eyes, Song Zhishu walked out of the restaurant with a bitter face.

at the same time.

On Nanshi street, in a courtyard, Su Wanyun's figure appeared here.

And in front of him, stood a young man, the robe on his body was the uniform of a handyman disciple.

"Are you sure Song Zhishu has arrived at the restaurant?"

He opened his mouth and asked the latter.

"Return to Senior Brother, Junior Sister is sure."

Su Wanyun nodded seriously.

"But Song Zhishu was a little suspicious, so my junior sister didn't dare to take him up, so I just told him about the private room and let him go up by himself."

Su Wanyun added.

"Then, what if you go to the wrong private room?"

"Or maybe it can't delay the time for a stick of incense, what should I do?"

The latter frowned and asked Su Wanyun.

"It shouldn't be impossible to go wrong. As for the time for a stick of incense, please rest assured, my junior sister specially invited a sister from Wanxiang Pavilion. Their methods are beyond the control of ordinary men. Song Zhishu must not be able to resist this sister's attack." Charm means."

"It can be delayed for an hour."

Regarding this point, Su Wanyun vowed.

"Wanxiang Pavilion."

The latter was a little surprised. No one in Taihao Xianmen knows what Wanxiang Pavilion is. The women in it are all one-of-a-kind existences, who specialize in seducing men. All of them must be soft.

For a monk on the second level of Qi training, it's really too steady.

But that's fine, no accidents are what he wants.

"it is good."

"You did a good job in this matter. After the matter is completed, you will not be missing a marrow washing pill and the number of handyman disciples."

The latter nodded, and Su Wanyun was instantly overjoyed and thanked her repeatedly.

And Changchun Building, in the private room.

The young woman in white couldn't help smiling, she seemed a little belated, and then muttered three words to herself.

"Song Zhishu."

There was some interest in her eyes, but it was only for a moment.

Because right now.

A middle-aged Confucian entered the private room with an extremely serious expression.

He closed the door, and as soon as he sat down, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Master."

"The news came that the sage might really not survive today."

The sound fell.

The expression of the beautiful woman changed instantly.
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