"Cheng Qian."
I don't know why, but when the master calls Han Yuan "Xiao Yuan", when he calls him Cheng Qian, he always has to include his first and last name. He can't tell whether he prefers him or doesn't love him. Solemnly.
Cheng Qian raised his head a little overwhelmed, his hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist.
"Come on." Reality Mu Chun looked at him, and then, probably realizing that he was too serious, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and turned himself back into a weasel with a benevolent face, and his voice softened a little, "You come over."
While speaking, Mu Chun raised a hand and placed it on top of Cheng Qian's head. There was a slight warmth in his palm, and with the scent of grass and trees on the cuff, he conveyed it to Cheng Qian with hindsight.
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But this didn't have any consolation effect, Cheng Qian was still flustered.
He recalled Master's comments about Han Yuan's "flirty escape" and so on, and thought anxiously, "What will Master say to me?"
In a hurry, Cheng Qian reviewed his equally hasty life from beginning to end, intending to pick out his own faults and expose them to the sun, so as to be mentally prepared before Master speaks.
Cheng Qian counted in his heart: "He will say that I am small-minded? Or not benevolent enough? Not friendly enough?"
But it turned out that the real Mu Chun did not speak out his shortcomings and precepts face to face as he did when evaluating Han Yuan. His head master even hesitated for a while, as if he was struggling to find a suitable wording.
It wasn't until Cheng Qian's hands and feet were cold that he didn't know how long before he heard Mu Chun say cautiously, almost word by word: "You, you know what you have in mind. ."
This precept is so simple that it saves a lot of trouble, and it is so vague that it makes it hard to understand for a while. Cheng Qian couldn't help frowning, and all preparations in his heart were empty. higher.
Cheng Qian first blurted out and asked, "Master, what is 'Zi Zi'?"
Asked, he regretted it again, because he didn't want to act like Han Yuan's brainless.
Cheng Qian tried his best to settle down, brought a little temptation and lack of self-confidence, tried to be strong, and after a while, he asked: "Is it just to make me feel at ease and practice hard?"
Mu Chun paused without giving any explanation. In the end, he just nodded vaguely and said, "For now, let it be."
Now it is, will it not be later
And what is "even if it is"
Cheng Qian listened to this answer, and was even more confused. He even sniffed out some clues about the unknown future from the words of the real Mu Chun, but he could see that the master didn't want to say more, so he had to do it out of precocious knowledge. Reluctantly swallowed the doubts in his heart, he just bowed in a proper manner and said, "Yes, thank you Master for his teaching."
Real Man Mu Chun sighed silently. He looked like a middle-aged man who was not very strong, but he was actually quite old. Of course, he could see some things. Tong Du calls him his brother, obviously not because he thinks the people around him are particularly worthy of respect, but because he refuses to hurt his red tape-style "gentleness" in front of these "outsiders".
Youdao is "a man of propriety, the most loyal and the leader of chaos." Note, no matter how good the understanding and talent are, this child's nature is far from the Dao, and he is very focused, so he is not very likable. He is very arrogant, and he must not be unpleasant.
Real Mu Chun released Cheng Qian, a little worried that he would go astray in the future.
He overturned the three-legged broken wooden table and called Han Yuan and Cheng Qian to come over together.
I saw that the back of the wooden table was covered with large and small caves that were eaten by insects. It was very lively. The gaps between the insects' eyes were actually engraved with dense small characters.
Mu Chun said: "This is the first thing a teacher will pass on to you when you get started. My Fuyao sect rules, both of you must write it down word for word. From today onwards, write it down by dictation every day, and write seven or seven in full. Forty-nine days."
In the face of these door rules, Cheng Qian finally showed the right amount of consternation - he always felt that such a holy thing should not be carved under a broken wooden table.
Or a three-legged wooden table.
As shocked as he was, there was Han Yuan on the side.
The little beggar stretched his neck and said in shock, "Oh, what is this? Master, it knows me, but I don't know it!"
Cheng Qian: ""
A master who may have been a weasel, a nonsense commandment, a set of door rules carved under a rotten wood table, a sissy senior brother, and an illiterate beggar brother. His cultivation career started like this It's unusual, what else can be repaired in the future
Cheng Qian felt that his future was bleak.
But when he went back in the evening, Cheng Qian's mood was bright, because he learned that he also had a study room, and the study room not only filled with the sweat and cows he dreamed of, but also the paper and paper prepared for him by Xueqing.
Cheng Qian hadn't written on paper yet - the knowledge of his biological parents combined, he might not be able to write from one to ten, and naturally his family would not prepare these. Over the years, relying on the things he has never forgotten, he has secretly learned a lot of words from Lao Tongsheng, put them in his mind, and went back to paint with branches on the ground in front of his house. It was a dream. Touch the four treasures of the study.
Cheng Qian became addicted before he knew it, so he didn't listen to the master's words - the master only asked him to write the rules of the door by dictation once a day, but when Xueqing came in and asked him to eat, Cheng Qian was already addicted to writing the fifth Over and over, and there is a lot of meaning to not stop.
Langhao is different from a branch. Cheng Qian touched the paper for the first time, and the words he wrote were of course unsightly, but he could see that he was deliberately imitating the handwriting of the door rules on the wooden board. The rules and regulations were put into his mind analytically, and he greedily took all the ins and outs of the horizontal, vertical, and swipe away.
Xueqing found that every time he wrote it, he would correct the inconsistencies and inconveniences of the previous one. He imitated it with complete attention and no one else. As soon as he sat down, he didn't move for half an hour, and he didn't even notice that he had entered his study.
On the first day, he slept well, but this day he was a little excited and insomnia. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could feel that his wrists were sore, and the handwriting on the door rules went back and forth in his mind.
The door rule must have been engraved by the person who wrote the plaque. Cheng Qian liked his words so much that he tossed and turned, but the plaque was just overturned. It shouldn't take too long to engrave.
Whose word is that? Is it the master
Until he fell asleep unknowingly, he was still thinking about it incessantly. In his confusion, something seemed to lead him to wander around Fuyao Mountain. Inexplicably, he thought, "What am I doing here, Master?"
But he walked in involuntarily, and then met someone in the courtyard.
The man was tall and tall, he should be a man, but his face was very blurred, his face seemed to be hidden in a dark fog, his hands were clearly articulated, white and blue, like a lonely ghost.
Cheng Qian was taken aback and took two steps back subconsciously, but he was worried about his master, so he dared to ask, "Who are you? Why are you in my master's yard?"
As soon as the man raised his hand, Cheng Qian felt a huge suction force, sucked his feet off the ground, and reached the man in a blink of an eye.
The other party raised a hand and touched Cheng Qian's face condescendingly.
Cheng Qian was shocked, this person's hand was really cold, and when he touched it, the whole person was completely frozen.
Immediately, the man grabbed Cheng Qian's shoulder and said with a chuckle, "Little thing, you are too bold, go back!"
Cheng Qian felt that he was being pushed hard, and he suddenly woke up in his bed before dawn.
Having such a dream, he could no longer fall asleep, so he had to clean himself up, ran to the yard to water the flowers to pass the time, and made Xueqing until he was sent to the mission hall, still because he woke up later than him. ashamed.
The preaching hall was a small pavilion with a few tables and chairs in it, surrounded by an open space. Cheng Qian and the others arrived early, but a Taoist boy had already cleaned the grounds, boiled water, and was about to make tea.
Cheng Qian quietly found a place to sit down, and the little boy immediately served him a bowl of hot tea.
Although Cheng Qian kept his expression indifferent, his buttocks sitting on the stone bench were always carefully moved to the side—a habit was natural, there was nothing he could do. Watching others work gave him an embarrassing unease.
After waiting for a cup of tea, Cheng Qian heard footsteps, and when he looked up, he saw a strange young man walking from a side path.
The young man was dressed in a navy blue robe, holding a wooden sword more than a palm wide in his arms, and walked quickly without looking sideways.
Xueqing whispered to Cheng Qian, "That's the second uncle."
Second Senior Brother Li Yun, Cheng Qianqian didn't know Tang Chai Fei had seen the wooden sign with this name written on it, and hurriedly got up to greet him: "Second Senior Brother."
Li Yun didn't seem to have thought that there was already someone in the pavilion. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and glanced at Cheng Qian. The black eyes in his eyes seemed to be larger than ordinary people, so his eyes were not very gentle, and he looked cold when he looked at people. of.
Maybe it's not cold, it's cold when you come.
Li Yun glanced at Cheng Qian quickly, and then suddenly and bluntly, Cheng Qian showed a smile, how to look at it and seemed to be malicious: "I heard that the master brought back two younger brothers, is that you?"
Cheng Potentially didn't like Li Yun's gaze, feeling gloomy and not like a good thing, so he simply replied: "It's me and fourth junior brother Han Yuan."
Li Yun took a step forward and asked interestedly, "Then what's your name?"
His interest seemed to be the same as the old wolf's interest when he saw the rabbit. Cheng Qian almost wanted to step back, but he held back. He stayed on the spot and answered blankly, "Cheng Qian."
"Oh, Xiao Qian." Li Yun nodded accustomedly, making a smirk but not smiling, "Hello."
Cheng Qian's eyes were full of his white teeth. So far, he has determined that in the entire Fuyao faction, apart from Master, there is no second person who can make him like him a little bit.
However, the master is still not sure whether it is human or not.
After a while, Han Yuan and his master also came. Han Yuan sat in front of Cheng Qian without seeing anything, and complained to himself that Cheng Qian didn't want to play with him. He also took a sip of every refreshment on the table.
Han Yuan sometimes wanted to smile flatteringly at his master, and sometimes turned his head to wink at Cheng Qian. He was busy but not chaotic.
But the big brother Yan Zhengming came over two full quarters late, yawning just now.
He was absolutely reluctant to walk, and asked two Taoist boys to carry a rattan chair back and forth and carry him all the way from Wenrou Township.
A beautiful girl took small steps, fanning a fan behind him, and another Taoist boy holding an umbrella on the side.
That Yan Zhengming led the second general, the white clothes fluttering, and the hem of the clothes was like a cloud.
This young master doesn't seem to be here to listen to the morning class, but to make waves.
Entering the preaching hall, the senior brother first gave Li Yun a stern glance, and hung his disgust on his brows, and then glanced at Han Yuan and his table of cakes that were not bi, this look at the senior brother " Swipe." He opened the folding fan in his hand and covered his eyes to prevent his innocent sight from being sullied.
In the end, he had no choice but to walk to Cheng Qian's side with his nose not his nose and his eyes not his eyes. The Taoist boy beside him took a well-trained step forward, wiped the stone bench back and forth four times, put it on the cushion, brewed tea, and then He put the hot tea on the saucer with the talisman engraved on the side, and the saucer cooled the steaming tea in the blink of an eye, until a layer of water vapor condensed on the outside of the cup, and Yan Zhengming picked it up and drank it half dead.
All of the above steps were carried out exactly one by one, and the respectful buttocks of Young Master Yan were seated just now.
Li Yun took it for granted that he didn't exist, and Han Yuan's stunned expression seemed to say, "What kind of thing is this?"
And Cheng Qian watched the whole process from a close distance. He was accustomed to being mean, and he felt that he had nothing to say at this time.
The morning class where Fuyao sent chickens and dogs to dance began in this way, when the four disciples of Mu Chunzhen were not pleased with each other.
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