The sun slowly climbed up the hillside, and the golden light spread over the mountains and the leaves of the sage orchids. The coldest time in the morning passed, and the remaining water vapor at night was evaporated by the sun, and the sky and the earth were a bit hot .
Xie Ziyou finally respected his teacher's order, and got up to attend the appointment wearily.
He dozed off all the way, his eyes were almost closed—it was strange to say that, even though this body was a young and strong man with a seventh-level cultivation, he still felt sleepy from staying up late and exhausted from mental tension.
The Book Pavilion is built on the easternmost side of the academy, covered by secluded bamboos and winding paths leading to secluded places.
After bypassing a series of twisting and winding paths, the front suddenly opened up, revealing a wide open space and a quaint vermilion small building on the open space.
Standing at the door was a tall and straight young man, his long gown was neat and meticulous, and his proud brows were also full of fatigue.
Seeing Xie Ziyou, the young man lifted his spirits and rushed forward: "Junior Sister, what happened yesterday..."
Xie Ziyou got a headache when he saw this guy.
Yesterday he was impulsive, and his personality collapsed to varying degrees in front of the two of them. Although he doesn't regret his actions now, he still finds it difficult to finish.
What can he do now? Hold Wu Cong accountable
There is no way, he is bound to the "villain system" after all, not the system of "helping the protagonist beat drums and complaining about grievances". No matter how angry and unwilling he is for Guan Heng, he has no way to stand up for the protagonist in a sober and rational state.
That can only pretend to be confused.
Xie Ziyou's eyes drooped slightly, his feet accelerated, he passed the young man quickly, and went straight to the door of the small building.
"Brother, go in quickly, Master has been waiting for us for a long time."
"Hey Junior Sister!" Wu Cong followed eagerly, reaching out to grab Xie Ziyou's shoulder, "Junior Sister, let me explain what happened yesterday!"
"...Brother, explaining is covering up."
"..."
Wu Cong wanted to cry but had no choice but to let go, watching Pingting's figure flicker in front of her, and she entered the door as lightly as a butterfly.
The young man sighed, and had no choice but to keep up. Thinking of Guan Heng who was imprisoned on Siguo Cliff, he secretly hated him a little bit.
He actually let his junior sister misunderstand him, damn it!
I don't know what Master left him for. Wait, when he is no longer useful with the master, I must give him all the tortures in the bottom of the family box!
The light in the building is excellent, and the golden sunlight reflects from the carved railings and windows, and sprinkles across the rows of bookshelves standing quietly.
Tens of thousands of ancient books and secrets are preserved with special techniques, and someone cleans them every day. There is no trace of dust on the bookshelves, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of ink, which complements the bamboo forest outside the window and complements each other.
As soon as Xie Ziyou entered the room, he saw a small door by the window opened a thin crack.
Through the gap, one can see a large pear marble case, on which a piece of white crystal is suspended, emitting a faint light.
Sure enough, it was like this again.
Xie Ziyou frowned slightly.
He has been in this world for two years, and he has never met his original master face to face, the so-called strongest dean.
His master is very mysterious, he retreats every year, and his disciples are basically in a free-range state. If it is not a major event, he will not hear a few words all year round.
Xie Ziyou respectfully bowed to the disciple of the sound transmission crystal on the table, while secretly complaining to the system: "Too irresponsible!"
System: "Ah, ah, luckily, it was convenient for you to move around in the past two years. Do you want to have an old man with a white beard who guards you like corn every day?"
"You can't say that," Xie Ziyou recalled, "and it's not an old man with a white beard. The original body met Master five years ago, and he was a middle-aged uncle who looked very chic and heroic—don't tell me, that looks quite right I like it."
"Uncle, Youyou, how can you have such a strong taste? Don't you like Guan Heng's kind of sunny and cheerful pony?"
Xie Ziyou's ears turned red, and he said angrily, "It's not me, I don't like Guan Heng, don't talk nonsense!"
"I'm just talking about the ideal type. I didn't say that you like Guan Heng."
The system said leisurely: "You are so sensitive, you really treat him unusually. Besides, you have kissed him, or just admit it, and I will help you."
"...you are so annoying, I don't want to chat with you anymore!"
One person, one system is at war in the mind, and in the study, a girl in a white dress sits kneeling with her skirt folded, her eyes lowered quietly, elegant and virtuous, with an orchid-like air.
While saluting the crystal, Wu Cong greedily glanced at Xie Ziyou several times.
In the end, he turned his head back and asked, "Master called his apprentice and junior sister here today, what's the matter?"
"I can't talk about important matters. It's just that our master and apprentice haven't been in touch for a long time. Let me see how your entry is going..."
The crystal flickered quietly, and the brilliant white light swayed in circles, as if projecting the next round of shining sun in the house.
There are also dark gray lines spreading from the depths of the crystal, stretching branches like vines, winding and extending to the ground, forming a clear and mysterious pattern - very abstract, a bit like a ostentatious black orchid.
It is a special magic circle that supports long-distance communication. It is engraved on the mahogany table of Shuge, and uses crystal as the carrier to realize ultra-long-distance communication.
A deep and indistinct voice came from the crystal, echoing back and forth in the empty room.
I don't know if it's because of the sound transmission, but the sound in the crystal is not clear, and sometimes it will be covered by "rumbling" noises. Xie Ziyou listened intently for a while, feeling not only a headache, but also ear pain.
The noise is like this, where is this cheap master
Complaining in their hearts, the two reported their current cultivation realm very respectfully.
The person opposite the crystal laughed loudly and said, "Not bad, not bad!"
"When the teacher was not around, you all worked hard. I am very pleased with the teacher."
"In this way, as a teacher, I can safely entrust your little junior brother to your care."
Junior brother
Xie Ziyou and Wu Cong were stunned at the same time.
Their master doesn't come back all year round. Could it be that they found a teacher's wife and secretly "retired" to create humans
"Squeak—"
Behind the desk, a hidden door slowly opened.
A bunch of jet-black broken hair appeared first, followed by the young man's sharp-edged side face, lingering in vigor and vitality, falling into a pair of star-like eyes together with the golden sunlight.
Guan Heng knocked on the door and called out "Brother" lightly.
Immediately, his eyes quickly focused on the young girl who was sitting quietly, the light in his eyes suddenly appeared, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his lips and teeth said softly: "Senior Sister."
As perfunctory as "senior brother" yelled, "senior sister" yelled as affectionately.
Xie Ziyou: ... Damn it.
He stared at a pair of bright eyes, dazed on the spot, at a loss for a while, his head ached, his teeth ached, his eyes ached... In short, he felt uncomfortable all over, as if he was sitting on pins and needles.
Someone is more uncomfortable than him.
Wu Cong's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, the young man stood up abruptly, and slapped his palm heavily on the table: "Master! Are you confused?!"
Such a pariah—how could he deserve to be on an equal footing with him!
"As a teacher, don't be confused, as a teacher, you will always be young."
There was a murmuring sound from the opposite side of the crystal, as if someone was gulping water, and then let out a long and comfortable sigh.
"In short, he is the new closed-door disciple of the master. He will continue to retreat as a teacher. If he has anything to do, you brothers and sisters should take care of it."
The words "closed disciple" made Wu Cong's eyes turn red, and he glared at Guan Heng viciously.
Xie Ziyou was also speechless for a while.
He had heard of accepting closed disciples, but he had never heard of accepting one in five years and three in ten years. Just like the merchants who shouted "Last Day Clearance Sale" in the market in the previous life, it is simply a consumer fraud!
What upset Xie Ziyou even more was Guan Heng's attitude.
Guan Heng's attitude is clear and clear - he is not only a loser, he has almost stripped away all the secrets in front of the protagonist.
It's broken, it's all broken!
How does this make him act like a villain
Xie Ziyou was in a state of confusion.
He hastily turned his head to avoid Guan Hengru's serious gaze, and frowned, pretending to be very interested in a green bamboo outside the window.
What should we do now
The system whispered: "Youyou, I think your world is in trouble. If you stop the loss in time and lose 1000 points, let's leave?"
Xie Ziyou didn't even think about it, subconsciously said: "No way!"
"why?"
The system's voice was soft and persuasive: "Do you still remember the first time you divorced? You stepped on the hem of your skirt and almost fell in front of the protagonist. Just because of this, you considered leaving."
"The situation is so bad now, it's equivalent to a 360-degree high-altitude maneuver in front of the protagonist, right?"
"Why now, you don't think about leaving at all?"
In an instant, the light in Xie Ziyou's eyes trembled, and the water in the dark blue pupils glistened, as if a heavy stone had broken through the air and thrown into the quiet lake, causing ripples.
He gritted his teeth fiercely, grinded his white and neat teeth for a long time, then pretended to straighten his collar, and answered the system without any confidence: "I don't want to part with the initial investment..."
system:"… "
When is this, and you still use the early investment as a cover
The system is tired.
These days, those who work on the system not only have to complete tasks, but also take care of the host's mood and be the host's psychological mentor.
It thought for a while, and said bluntly: "Youyou, are you reluctant to part with someone?"
The author has something to say: System: Youyou, wake up!
System: I'm just short of outputting my face!