"Yunniang, why did you come out?" Yu Yao stepped on the muddy water and stepped forward, took a few steps and took the bamboo umbrella.
The person holding the umbrella shows half a hibiscus face through the door lintel, a green shirt and a skirt, and the beautiful temples are like clouds. It's a pity that his body is thin and weak, and he has a slender body.
Yuan Xianger knew that this was the mistress that Master had talked about several times along the way. She deftly called out a mistress in Yu Yao's arms.
Yunniang nodded: "I thought that you didn't bring rain gear, so I thought of coming to the door to greet you. Is this the new disciple?"
Her voice was cold, her tone was flat, there was nothing particularly hot, and she couldn't see her liking.
Shi Niang's body is obviously not very good, the solar term of the big summer, her face is pale, her blood is insufficient, she is dressed in tight clothes, and she also puts a shawl on her shoulders.
Yuan Xianger suspected that not to mention such a rain, even a gust of wind might blow the teacher away.
Yu Yao held Yuan Xiang'er in one hand and an umbrella in the other, the umbrella cover tightly covering the heads of his wife and young apprentice, soaking most of his body. The three walked in together along the gravel road in the yard,
The courtyard is surrounded by uneven growth of flowers and plants of various colors, and has not been trimmed and carved, showing a bit of wildness in the mess. The most conspicuous is a sycamore tree, with branches rising to the sky and pavilions like a cover.
A soft voice came from the dense branches and leaves: "What kind of apprentice I want to accept, it turns out to be just a yellow-haired girl. If I had known, let me go and pick it up, and it was worth it for you. It's a long way to go."
Yuan Xianger stretched out her head and looked up from the edge of the umbrella. There was a humanoid creature on the sturdy branches of the sycamore tree, a human face that was indistinguishable from male and female. The crown cap, two long scarlet scarves hang down from the white cheeks, swaying gently in the wind among the emerald green branches and leaves. His arms resting on his chest were covered with pure white feathers, and behind him were long pure white feathers hanging down from the branches.
"This is Thief Fat, the apostle of the teacher." Yu Yao introduced to Yuan Xiang'er.
Passing through the courtyard, a circle of hanging eaves corridors surrounds several houses with paper windows and wooden couch, which are simple and elegant. Yu Yao took Yunniang and Yuan Xianger to the eaves porch, and stood by the porch to shake off the rainwater from the umbrella.
Yun Niang didn't have any extra words to say, Shi Shiran walked through the long corridor and entered a house in the south, no longer showing her face.
A head with a half-human face and horns suddenly appeared on the ground beside Yuan Xianger's feet, which startled her. A low voice sounded from under the wooden floor of the stilted eaves corridor, "Can such a girl doll practice the Master's Secret Art? I don't think it's enough for me to eat in one bite."
"This is Xiqu. He has a bad temper," Yu Yao introduced with a smile, "but they are very good. When they are at home, even if the master is not there, you can play freely without fear. "
Is it because they are here that I am afraid? Yuan Xianger looked at Xiqu's ferocious appearance and scolded her heart.
"What do you mean by apostle?" she asked when she didn't understand.
"My cultivators use magic to convince demons. If you don't want to kill them, you can make a contract with them with secret magic and think that they are driving them, hence the name apostle."
"It turns out that this is still possible. Master, can you teach me this? I also want an apostle." Yuan Xianger was excited, thinking that if she could control a group of fairies to protect herself and run errands for herself in the future, wouldn't she be very proud.
So she pulled Yu Yao's sleeve, wishing she would immediately learn the technique to catch a little goblin as an apostle.
"Of course I can teach you," Yu Yao squatted down and touched her head. "It's just that it's not that easy. If you want to get the first apostle, you must at least wait until you leave the school."
Since then, Yuan Xianger has lived in this small courtyard and started her own way of cultivation.
Yu Yao's own knowledge is very complex, covering a wide range, whether it is Feng Shui physiognomy, talisman incantation, Liu Ren Kanyu, Zhu You thirteen subjects, he seems to be able to master it.
But Yuan Xianger discovered her biggest problem. She was illiterate, or the traditional Chinese characters of this era. It seems that each word seems to be understood but not understood, but it is completely different from reading it, and it is impossible to fluently read the complicated essentials of the classics.
Although Master Yu Yao is very knowledgeable in terms of techniques, he can use his own understanding to explain the theories that should be obscure and difficult to understand in a witty, vivid and easy-to-understand manner. But the strange thing is that he doesn't know anything about the simple learning of young children.
Yu Yao read a book of "Thousand Characters" on the stone table in the courtyard for a long time, and stammered: "The sky and the earth are dark yellow, the universe is prehistoric..."
"The meaning of this Tiandi Xuanhuang is... what is it?" He scratched his head.
"The sky is black, the earth is yellow, and the universe is boundless." Yuan Xianger said that she still learned these two famous sentences when she was in middle school.
"Yes, yes, that's what it means." Yu Yao nodded happily, then pointed to the last few words and asked Yuan Xianger, "What does Lu Lu Tiaoyang mean by this leap Yu Chengsui?"
Yuan Xianger shook her head, this was beyond the scope of science and engineering students.
So the master and the apprentice stared wide-eyed, the road of cultivation was difficult and dangerous, and they were stopped in the first step of literacy.
"Human Chinese characters are really too difficult." Yu Yao whispered.
Stealing fat's head sticks out from the tree trunk, and the dark red crown hangs down in front of the page: "Humans are very powerful in magic, but they seem to deliberately make this kind of thing incomprehensible at all, so that their own clan can easily learn it. Go. It's a very selfish race."
Xiqu's low voice sounded from the ground: "I think they are guarding our demon clan, afraid that we will practice their secret arts, otherwise their delicate bodies can only serve as our demon clan's ration."
"Anyway, I can't understand these things. Only... can understand."
The last sentence of Xiqu murmured, Yuan Xianger didn't hear it clearly, because at this time, the figure of the mistress rarely appeared in the shadow of the eaves corridor.
"Let me teach you about literacy," Yun Niang said lightly with her sleeves covered.
After these days, Yuan Xiang'er knew that her teacher's body was really weak, and she stayed at home all day, only resting in her bedroom. Master respects and loves her very much. Three meals a day are brought to the bed, and all the trivial matters of life are taken care of and taken care of.
Probably because of her lack of energy, the mistress's temperament is cold and taciturn, and she has no interest in anything. Except for the day she just arrived, Yuan Xianger hardly talked to her, and she never thought that she would take the initiative to teach herself to read.
Since then, Yuan Xianger will learn Chinese characters with Yunniang for half an hour every day. Then follow Yu Yao to learn some qi-harvesting and body-refinement techniques, such as the secret techniques of the five elements.
Yunniang's lectures are very rigorous, step by step and step by step.
However, Yu Yao is very casual, has no rules at all, is imaginative, and acts recklessly. Sometimes he folds a handful of yarrow, and teaches the number of the great evolution of heaven and earth in the grass. Sometimes, he bathes in incense in a serious manner, and shows Yuan Xianger the process of chanting talismans and mantras. From the refined and orthodox crape myrtle fighting, to the technique of hating victory that everyone taboo. Thinking of what to say, there is no taboo, and I don't really care if Yuan Xianger can understand.
Yuan Xianger went into Yunniang's house to greet her every day, and Yunniang would get up from the bed, put on her clothes, loose her hair in a bun, and sit by the window to teach her how to read and write.
Shi Niang's hands were very cold, and her voice was always cold. But she taught her very carefully. She often held Yuan Xianger's hand and taught her to write handsome and beautiful characters with a brush.
Yuan Xianger felt a cold touch on the back of her hand, and she couldn't help worrying about the physical condition of her mistress. Master's Zhu Youshu is very good, and there are even people who travel all the way to get tired and come to him specially to ask him for a magic talisman to cure the disease. They all say that it can cure the disease.
However, Shi Niang didn't know what kind of disease she had, and even the master was helpless.
Yuan Xianger felt a little guilty, and the seriously ill sister-in-law had to spend half an hour lecturing for herself every day. So she became more and more motivated, immersed herself in studying, and with her own foundation, she can be regarded as a thousand miles in literacy endorsement, making rapid progress.
When it comes to studying Yuan Xianger, what she shows is the hard work she has exercised in the three years of high school in the face of the college entrance examination. After all, the subjects she has to learn today are complicated and difficult to understand, and the teacher who teaches is a little unreliable, so she can only listen to the class. Take careful notes, organize yourself after class, consult literature, and compare and understand.
Yun Niang was very pleased with her academic performance, and finally began to show a smile or two on her cold face, occasionally stingy praise for her benefits.
Yu Yao, however, seemed very worried. He felt that the young disciples should be at the age of play and should not study hard day and night like this. What he said most was, "Xian'er, why don't you go out to play?"
In order to worry that his apprentice was a newcomer and had no playmates, he even greeted all the families with children in the neighborhoods he had made friends with. So that those monkeys who were eager to try because of the new friends, no longer have any scruples. Aunt Wu's big flowers and Erhua, and Uncle Chen's iron bulldog eggs, all swarmed in and dragged Yuan Xianger up and down the mountains and water to play every day.
At this time, Master always stood at the gate with great relief and waved his hand, "Have a good time, remember to come back for dinner when You Shi, Master made your favorite Bamboo Sun Pheasant Chicken soup today."
Yuan Xianger expressed that she was very helpless for Master's care. She didn't want to hang out with these six or seven-year-old children. She really just wanted to study hard.
Helpless, Master's kindness is difficult, but the little friends are enthusiastic. She had no choice but to subdue her intelligence to her childhood and happily join the army of playing mud and digging for birds and eggs.