MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 6

"Cheng Qian."

I do n’t know why, the master ’s name is Han Yuan, which is “Obuchi”. When he called Cheng Qian, he always had his name and surname. He could n’t tell whether he favored him or loved him. Solemnly.

Cheng Qian looked up at a loss, his hands hidden in his sleeves became fists.

"Come." Mu Chun looked at him, and then, probably realizing that he was too serious, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and reconverged himself into a kind-looking weasel, his voice softened a little, "You come."

While talking, Mu Chun raised a hand and placed it on the top of Cheng Qian's head. His palm was a little warm, and with the grass and wood scent of the cuff, he later conveyed it to Cheng Qian.

But this did not provide any comfort, Cheng Qian was still flustered.

He recalled Master's comment on Han Yuan's "flirty escape" words and thought, "What would Master say to me?"

In a hurry, Cheng Qian reviewed his equally hastily life from start to finish, and planned to pick out his own problems first and bask in the sun, so that he could prepare mentally before Master spoke.

Cheng Qian carefully counted in his heart: "He would say that I am small-minded? Still not kind enough? Not friendly enough?"

But it turned out that Mu Chun did not speak out his shortcomings and abstentions in the same way as Han Yuan was evaluated. His master even gave a slight stupidity, and seemed to be finding a suitable word in a particularly difficult situation.

Until Cheng Qian waited coldly for a long time, he heard Mu Chun cautiously saying, "You, you know what, if I do n’t say any more, I will send you the word" free "as a ring." . "

This commandment is a bit simple, and the air is boundless, which makes people hard to understand for a while. Cheng Qian could not help frowning, a lot of preparations were lost in his heart, but the breath in his chest was not relieved, but was suspended. Much higher.

Cheng Qian first asked, "Master, what is 'freedom'?"

After asking, he was a little regretful, because he didn't want to make himself look like Han Yuan.

Cheng Qian worked hard to set his mind, brought a little temptation and unconfidence, stubbornly strengthened, and pierced a bit for a while, and asked, "Does it mean to calm my mind and work hard to practice?"

Mu Chun paused, gave no explanation, and finally nodded in unknown words: "Now ... just right."

Is it now, will it not be?

And what is "even if"?

After hearing this answer, Cheng Qian was even more puzzled. He even sniffed out some clues of unknown future from the real words of Mu Chun, but he saw that Master did not want to say more, and he had to come out of precocious taste. Reluctantly swallowed the doubts in his heart, but simply bowed and said, "Yes, thank you Master for your advice."

Mu Chun sighed silently. He looks like a not-so-mature and strong man, but he has actually become very mature, of course, he can see something-this process of sublime and retreat for several weeks, for the person who waits for him to live Dao Tong is known as a brother, obviously not because he feels that the people around him are particularly worthy of respect, but because he refuses to hurt his red tape and elegance in front of these "outsiders."

One way is "the priest, the head of faithfulness and chaos". [Note] Even if the child has the best understanding and the best talent, his nature is far from the avenue. Like ... But he is very self-confident, presumably not rare.

Mu Chun actually let Cheng Qian release, a little worried that he would go astray in the future.

He turned over a three-legged broken wood table and greeted Han Yuan and Cheng Qian together.

I saw that the back of the wooden table was covered with insect-sized caves, star-studded, and lively, and the gaps between the eyes of the bugs were actually full of densely carved small letters.

Mu Chun said: "This is the first thing I want to pass on to you as a teacher when I get started. I will help you to send the door rules. You and the two have to write them down exactly. From today on, you will write them silently every day. Forty-nine days. "

In the face of this one-by-one door gauge, Cheng Qian finally showed a proper astonishment-he always felt that such a sacred thing as a door gauge should not be carved under a broken wood table.

... or a three-legged wooden table.

Like him, there was Han Yuan on the other side.

The little barking girl stretched her neck and said in panic: "Oh, what is this? Master, it knows me, but I don't know it!"

Cheng Qian: "..."

A master who may be a weasel, a shitless phrase, a set of door rules carved under a rotten wood table, a sissy brother, and an illiterate master named Huazi ... his starting point for his spiritual career This is so unusual, what else can be done in the future?

Cheng Qian felt the future was slim.

But when he went back at night, Cheng Qian's mood was bright, because he learned that he also had a study, not only the sweaty cow he had dreamed of, but also the paper and pen that Xue Qing had prepared for him.

Cheng Qian hasn't written any words on the paper—the combined knowledge of his biological parents doesn't necessarily mean that he can write from one to ten, and naturally his family will not prepare these. In recent years, relying on his unforgettable ability, he even secretly read a lot of words from the old boy, installed it in his mind, and went back to paint with branches on the ground in front of his house. Touch the four treasures of the study.

Cheng Qian was addicted unknowingly, so he did n’t listen to Master—Master only asked him to write the rules once a day, but when Xue Qing came in and asked him to eat, Cheng Qian was already addicted to writing Five times, and there is a lot of meaning to stop.

The wolf is not the same as a tree branch. Cheng Qian touched the pen and paper for the first time. Of course, the words he wrote were unsightly, but he could see that he was deliberately imitating the handwriting of a door gauge on a wooden board. The glance he saw in the hall was not only Put the door rules into the brain in pieces, and greedily took away all the ins and outs of the horizontal, vertical, and lingering pulses.

Xue Qing found that every time he wrote it, he would correct the dissimilar and bad points of the previous one, imitating his full attention and leaving no one behind, and sitting down for half an hour, even not even noticed that he had entered his study.

On the first day, Cheng Shui slept well, but he was a little excited with insomnia. He could feel his sore wrists as soon as he closed his eyes, and his head was written on the door regulations.

The door rule must have been engraved by the person who wrote the plaque. Cheng Qian liked his words and turned it around. The plaque was back. The broken wood table with the door guise looked like it would be bad in a few years, he reasoned. The door rule should not be carved for too long.

Whose word is that? Is it Master?

Until he fell asleep unknowingly, he still deliberately deliberately wondered, as if there was something in the confusion that led him to roam around Fuyao Mountain, and then turned to the "I don't know the hall" I went to during the day, Cheng Qian Somehow thought: "What am I doing here, Master?"

But he walked involuntarily, and then saw someone in the hospital.

The man was a long man, and he should be a man, but his face was blurred, his face seemed to be hidden in a dark mist, his hands were clear-knit and white, like a lonely ghost.

Cheng Qian was taken aback, took two steps subconsciously, but was a little worried about Master, so he boldly asked, "Who are you? How is it in my Master's yard?"

As soon as the man raised his hand, Cheng Qian felt a huge suction and sucked his feet off the ground. In a blink of an eye, he had reached the man.

The other party raised a hand, and touched Qian Qian's face pronely.

Cheng Qian was shocked. The man's hands were really cold. It was so cold that he touched it, and the whole person was frozen.

Immediately, the man grabbed Cheng Qian's shoulder and chuckled, "Small thing, get guts, go back!"

Cheng Qian felt that he was pushed hard by someone, and he suddenly woke up in his bed, but the day had not yet dawned.

Having such a dream, he couldn't sleep anymore, so he had to pack himself up and run to the yard to water the flowers and pass the time, making Xueqing until he was sent to the missionary, still thinking that he was later than him Ashamed.

The mission hall is a small pavilion. There are several tables and chairs in the pavilion, and there is an open space around. Cheng Qian was early when they arrived, but some children have already cleaned the site, boiled water, and are preparing tea.

Cheng Qian silently found a place to sit down, and the little boy immediately trained him to give him a bowl of hot tea.

Although Cheng Qian kept his face indifferent, his **** sitting on the stone bench was always cautiously side by side—it became natural, and there was no way he could suffer, but he did n’t enjoy the blessing so much. Tea sees others embarrassingly at work.

After waiting for a cup of tea, Cheng Qian heard footsteps. As soon as he looked up, he saw a strange boy coming from the side path.

The young man was wearing a dark blue robe, holding a wooden sword with a wide palm in his arms, flying fast at his feet, walking without squinting, and chasing after the Daotong behind him with some embarrassment.

Xue Qing whispered to Cheng Qian: "That's the second master."

Second elder brother Li Xun, Cheng Qianli did not know that Tang Chai Xuan had seen a wooden sign with the name written on it, and he got up and greeted him, "Second elder brother."

Li Yan didn't seem to think there were any people in the pavilion. He heard the sound of footsteps and glanced up at Cheng Qian. His dark eyes seemed to be bigger than ordinary people, so his eyes were not so gentle. of.

... maybe not cold, it was cold.

Li Yan glanced quickly at Cheng Qian, and then suddenly smiled with a stiff stroke, showing a smile. How did it look like a bad intention? "I heard that Master brought back two young masters, are you?"

Cheng Qian instinctively disliked Li Yan's gaze, feeling somber and unlike anything good, so he simply replied: "It's me and the fourth division brother Han Yuan."

Li Yan stepped forward and asked with interest, "What's your name?"

His interest seemed to be the kind of interest that the old wolf saw when he saw the rabbit. Cheng Qian almost wanted to step back, but held back, he stood straight and answered blankly, "Cheng Qian."

"Oh, Xiao Qian." Li Yan Lai nodded familiarly, and made a smile on his face, "Hello."

Cheng Qian's eyes were full of his teeth. At this point, he has determined that there is no second person in the entire Fuyao group who can make him a little bit except Master.

However, Master is still uncertain whether it is a person.

After a while, Han Yuan and Master also came. Han Yuan sat in front of Cheng Qian without seeing the outside. He complained to himself that Cheng Qian did not go to him to play, while using the speech gap, he I also saw every kind of refreshment on the table with a pin and tasted it.

From time to time, Han Yuan smiled at Master with a charming eyebrow, and then turned around and frowned with Cheng Qian, busy and not messy, and explained exactly what "ugly people do more".

The big brother Yan Zhengming was two full minutes late before yawning.

He was reluctant to walk, and asked the two Daotongs to carry a rattan chair for travelling back and forth to lift him all the way from Wenrou Township.

A beautiful girl took small steps, followed by a fan, and another Taoist boy held an umbrella.

That Yan Zhengming led the second general of Humming, and his white clothes fluttered and his clothes were like clouds.

The young master seemed not to be in the morning class, but to be in trouble.

After entering the mission hall, the first elder brother gave Li Li an inexorable glance, hung his disgust on his eyebrow, and then took a look at Han Yuan and his table, which was not a complete pastry. "Brush" opened the folding fan in his hand, covering his eyes, in order to prevent the innocent sight from being stained.

In the end, he had no choice but to go to Cheng Qian with his nose and eyes, and the Taoist boy around stepped forward, trained the stone bench back and forth four times, put on a mat, made tea, and then Put the hot tea on the side of the saucer with a spell on it. The saucer cooled the hot tea in a blink of an eye, and it was so cold that a layer of water vapor condensed on the outside of the tea cup.

All the above steps were carried out without fail, and then Master Yan's respectful hip was seated.

When Li Xun was surprised, when he did not exist, Han Yuan's expression was astonished as if to say "what a **** is this".

And Cheng Qian watched the whole distance closely, Rao was his usual meanness, and felt nothing to say at this time.

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