Looking at the master's appearance, it seemed that he was a little bit annoyed, but he was not worried.
Mo Chen didn't ask any more questions.
Presumably even if there is trouble, it is not a big trouble.
"Okay, you should go back to sleep quickly."
Mo Chen bowed and said: "The apprentice is resigning, the master should rest earlier."
As soon as Mo Chen left, Li Fulin hurriedly took off the troublesome robe on his body.
It's all about the clothes.
If he didn't wear this dress, others wouldn't think he and Ji Zheng are a couple...
Taoist...
But Li Fulin couldn't do it if he wanted to tear up the clothes.
This was specially made for him by Tuer, and it was a filial gift to celebrate his birthday.
If it is all the fault of the clothes, Li Fulin is also a little guilty.
The clothes can't speak, and among so many robes, he is the one who wears this one, and the color is exactly the same as Ji Zheng's clothes. If he was wearing plain clothes and other colors, how could such things happen today
He tucked his clothes up and down, stuffed them casually, so that he couldn't see them.
Anyway, there is one person who can't wear it tomorrow, so clarify with those people.
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Li Fulin was not the only one thinking about clothes that night.
Linglong whispered to the person outside the door: "Master is back?"
Zhai Wenhui nodded.
Although they didn't say anything, they were all relieved when the master came back.
"Then you should go back to sleep quickly." Linglong completely crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and waved her hand at him without hesitation: "Eldest brother said that there is still a lot of work to be done tomorrow."
Zhai Wenhui smiled good-naturedly, and raised the bamboo box in his hand: "Let me help you sew the sleeves."
If he didn't mention it, Linglong wouldn't have noticed that the sleeve was scratched.
She readily stepped out of the way.
"I didn't see it, how did it get scratched?"
She generously went to untie her belt, trying to take off her robe. Zhai Wenhui was startled when he turned around: "What are you doing?"
Linglong wondered, "How can I sew it if it doesn't take off?"
"It's okay, you don't need to take it off, just wear it like this."
"Okay then..." Linglong tied her belt hastily again: "Don't tie me up."
Zhai Wenhui took out the needle and thread from the thread box, threaded the thread skillfully, sat next to Linglong, straightened and aligned the tear, and carefully sewed it up for her stitch by stitch.
"It's probably broken when weeding." Linglong couldn't do needlework the most. Aunt Qi was there before, so she didn't need to do it herself. Now... Anyway, with Zhai Wenhui here, she doesn't have to worry about it.
Zhai Wenhui sewed it quickly and well. After he sewed the hole and turned it over to the front, it was almost impossible to see that it was patched.
"Okay." He lowered his head to bite off the end of the thread: "Do you still have any torn clothes? I happened to mend them for you."
"Then you wait, I'll look for it."
As for whether it would be inappropriate for the two of them to stay in the same room so late... Linglong didn't even think about it.
Although there is no room to publicize their relationship, everyone in the sect knows what they should know, and even the master acquiesces. Besides, even if two people live in the same room in the middle of the night, so what? Who's in the way? Who dares to make irresponsible remarks, Linglong is worried that she has not been active these days, it would be great if someone is willing to seek a beating.
If you worry about Zhai Wenhui doing something wrong to her...
That's pure worry.
Worried that she was cheating on Zhai Wenhui.
Just now, she is carelessly digging out a pile of clothes, many of which need to be mended, for example, the belts have come off, the hooks have been torn, and the buttons are loose. Zhai Wenhui is careful and dexterous, and the two of them He is virtuous and capable inside, and he is obviously the one who owns IKEA.
She also went to pour a cup of tea intentionally, and sat next to him to make gestures by herself.
In terms of talent for sword practice, Linglong in the sect dare not say that she is comparable to senior brother, but she has no guilt in comparing Linglong with others.
She has a skill that others don't have, she can firmly remember the sword skills that she has seen once, and she can perform them as they are. It's just that, that's all. After all, the swordsmanship moves of many sects are not very powerful. It still depends on each person's cultivation base and matching mentality.
Linglong's uniqueness is that she can roughly deduce from other people's swordsmanship the mentality of this person, how to use this move, and how to use that move. Guess is close to ten. If she was allowed to change into someone else's sect's clothes and mix in other people's sect, it would be extremely difficult for others to see through this counterfeit.
She is sitting there now, gesticulating one way of swordsmanship with her left hand and another way of swordsmanship with her right hand, making swordsmanship with her fingers, self-defense, coming and going, the fighting is very fierce.
Zhai Wenhui even mended the socks for her...
It should be said that although clothes are easily damaged, they are better than socks. Almost every pair of her socks is damaged.
There is no one who lives such a rough girl...
Zhai Wenhui sighed in his heart while mending, because he had practiced such a skill in mending since he was a child, but he didn't expect that it would come in handy now. Could it be that he was destined to meet her
"You're doing it..." He looked up a few times while filling the gap, and felt that the sword technique Linglong used with his left hand seemed familiar. Think carefully: "Is this the sword technique of Tianji Mountain?"
Linglong stopped: "Yes."
Zhai Wenhui was speechless: "When did you learn his swordsmanship?"
Every sect regards their own kung fu as very important, and is afraid of being stolen by others. If you really encounter this kind of stealing a teacher, the way to deal with it is often extremely cruel.
"Is it still necessary to learn?" Linglong stopped her movements, feeling a little awkward with this move: "Just their three moves and two moves, please, I don't care about it. It's just that they lived in Tianji Mountain a few days ago. When practicing swords, I caught a glimpse from a distance. The few sets of swordsmanship in Tianji Mountain are of limited standard... "
Zhai Wenhui couldn't laugh or cry: "Since you don't like it, why do you want to learn it?"
"I'm wondering." Linglong put down her hand, took a sip of tea.
"..." Zhai Wenhui wanted to say that he had already drunk the tea, but he didn't make it in time.
"What are you wondering about?"
"Tianji Mountain's swordsmanship should not only be at this level." After all, there have been so many powerful people in Tianji Mountain, and they are not only famous for their fortune-telling skills, they are also well-known in the way of swordsmanship. But in these years, I haven't heard of any outstanding sword masters in Tianji Mountain. To put it bluntly, Hu Zhenren's sword skills are just like that. People respect him as a fortune teller, and they respect him when they see him, but it's not because of his skill. good.
"Naturally, their sect has a bit of a unique skill, so it's not easy for you to see it." Zhai Wenhui really has nothing to do with her: "Don't do this next time, let people know, won't you be causing trouble for Master?"
Even if the relationship between Tianji Mountain and Huiliu Mountain is pretty good, and people know that Linglong has learned their swordsmanship in private, they still have to find fault with them, let alone other sects. archenemy.
"I didn't do it on purpose." Linglong said in a tone of embarrassment: "I will remember it at a glance, and I can't help it."
Zhai Wenhui was speechless.
What else can he say
Besides, Linglong not only memorizes these moves, one of her hobbies is to figure out how to break them if she encounters them in a sparring match.
Just like just now, she used the sword technique of Tianji Mountain with her left hand, and the moves with her right hand are more complicated. There are sword moves from her own sect, and there are also sword moves from other sects that Zhai Wenhui doesn't know. Seven seven eight eight.
If this matter gets out, it's no wonder Tianji Mountain doesn't turn against them.
Fortunately, others don't know much about her hobby, and she doesn't show it to others, which makes people feel a little relieved.
Zhai Wenhui knew about this, and he reckoned that his master and elder brother might also know about it, but it was not certain whether Jiang Fan knew about it. Most of the other fellow apprentices don't know about it.
Those who knew were close enough not to leak it to her.
"Are you hungry?" Linglong didn't want to listen to his nagging anymore, so she abruptly changed the topic: "I was worried about Master at night, and I didn't have much food, right?" She rummaged through the cabinet and found half a bag of fruit He came out and handed it to Zhai Wenhui: "Come, eat."
Zhai Wenhui had nothing to do with her: "I don't eat, I haven't finished sewing these." How can you work with oil and sugar on your hands
Linglong picked up a piece and stuffed it into her mouth, saying vaguely: "What would I do without you..."
Zhai Wenhui's face was slightly hot, and he lowered his head to continue the flying needle.
Knowing that she probably said this casually without thinking about it, but he still felt sour and sweet in his heart when he heard it.
With her temperament, it's really impossible for no one to look at her. Zhai Wenhui also couldn't tell when he gradually fell in love with her. Obviously, when she first went up the mountain, she was both respectful and afraid of this senior sister. Usually, she would not hold back any strength when she randomly pulled anyone to discuss, and her legs could not help but weaken when talking about her among colleagues. No one will ask her for advice as a last resort.
But after a long time, I gradually discovered that she is actually the simplest person. She doesn't pretend to be anything except swordsmanship. She doesn't want to be reminded. She doesn't care about eating and sleeps on time. I don't feel anything... It's really worrying.
"Hey, where do you think Ji Zhenren came from? I haven't seen her kung fu methods yet." Linglong's thoughts turned to Ji Zhenzhen again: "I guess her kung fu is not inferior to Master, what do you think?" ?”
Zhai Wenhui naturally followed her and said, "She, Master, and Master Hu are all of the same generation. It really doesn't look simple."
Linglong is much more sensitive than him in this regard.
This Ji Zhenren must have had a lot of lives in his hands. The cold feeling she had when looking at people was like... as if there was no difference between the living and the dead in her eyes.
Well, except when facing the master, they don't treat them differently.
It would be great if I could ask Ji Zhenren for advice.
Thinking of this, Linglong's heart itch, her hands also itch. (to be continued)