MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 4

A grand master, why would you "meet" Master?

Both Cheng Qian and Han Yuan were confused, and Master was afraid that the world would explain it indiscriminately: "Don't worry about it, your master is very unconscious, don't worry about him, just be a teacher. "

Wait, what is it like to be a teacher?

In short, Mu Chun successfully transformed the thin mist of water on the heads of two young disciples into a thick paste.

After crossing the gate, several Taoist boys and girls greeted along the sound of Ling Ling.

Dao Tongs are seventeen and eighteen in size, thirteen and four in small size, all of them are eye-catching, like a group of golden boys under the constellation of Perseus.

Needless to say, Han Yuan, who was stunned, was a bit of self-proclaimed Cheng Qian along the way, and also gave birth to a little self-defeating.

Because of this embarrassment, Cheng Qian took the initiative to resist. He subconsciously stretched his face, straightened his back, and concealed his curiosity and ignorance.

The leading Daotong met the real person of Mu Chun from a distance. Before he arrived, he laughed first, and said with a rather casual attitude: "Where has the head traveled this time? Hey, how's this ... where is the kidnapping kid? "

Cheng Qian smashed the cordial greetings word by word, and failed to pull out a little bit of respect from the inside. Dao Tong greeted him as if he was n’t “the head of the village” but “uncle Han in the neighboring village”.

Mu Chun didn't take it seriously, and even showed a somewhat indifferent smile on his face, pointing at Cheng Qian and Han Yuan: "My new disciple is still young, and it bothers you to settle down."

Dao Tong laughed: "Where is the settlement?"

"Take this to the South Academy," Mu Chun pointed at Han Yuan at will, and then he lowered his head intentionally or unintentionally, facing the bottom-up eyes of Cheng Cheng. The young boy's black-and-white eyes had life. The inherent restraint, there are some inconceivable panic about strange environments.

There was no serious smile on the corner of Mu Chun's real person's mouth, and suddenly he converged. After a moment, he pointed to Cheng Qian's whereabouts with an almost indifferent attitude: "Let Cheng Qian go to the side booth."

The "side pavilion" is not a pavilion, but a small courtyard with a slight location. It means that there is a solitary settlement. There is a stream passing quietly on one side of the courtyard wall, and a large bamboo forest on the other side, which is extremely quiet. .

The bamboo forest has been thinking for some years, and even the past breeze can be dyed green, and the whole yard seems to be in the bamboo sea, and it is a bit green.

There are two long bright lamps hanging at the gate of the courtyard, which are also engraved with charms, but they are much more delicate than Cheng ’s “Heirloom”. The halo is soft, the wind ca n’t move, people ca n’t walk away, left and right, sandwiched quietly and distantly. In the middle is a door plaque with the words "Qing'an" written on it.

It seems that the word Fuyao from Yamaguchi came from the same person.

The boy who led Cheng Qian was named Xue Qing. He was about the same age as Cheng Qian ’s brother. Xue Qing was not tall, short, fat, or thin. He looked pretty handsome when he looked closely, but his facial features were a bit dull. The most inconspicuous one of the children is a taciturn person who doesn't seem to be very showy.

"This is the side pavilion on our mountain, also known as Qing Anju. I heard that the head of the house has lived here before, and then it was vacated. I also did Zhaitang." Xue Qing explained slowly, "Uncle San Shi knows what is Is it fast? "

Cheng Qian was actually not very clear, but he still pretended not to care much and nodded his head. He followed Xueqing into the courtyard. There was a small pond in the middle of the courtyard. The black elm tray was engraved with spells. It must have any fixed effect-the water in that pond doesn't flow and doesn't flow, it doesn't move.

However, after closer inspection, Cheng Qian discovered that it was not a pond, but a rare large gem.

That stone is not jade, not green, the tentacles are cold, there is a little blue in the dark green, and there is a kind of cold and deep silence.

Cheng Qian has never seen such a rare object, and even if he didn't want to look like a shanty guy, he couldn't help but look at it for a while.

Xue Qingdao: "I don't know what this thing is, but we all call it Qingxin Stone, which was found by the head. When he fasted, he often used it to copy the scriptures, and he used it to keep it calm.

Cheng Qian could not help but point to the Mingfu on the elm tray and asked, "Brother Xueqing, what is this spell for?"

Xue Qing didn't seem to expect Cheng Qian to be so polite to him, and after a moment he replied: "Uncle Three, don't break me-this is not a spell."

Cheng Qian glanced at him, Xue Qing strangely read a bit of conscientious doubt from his eyes. The young man's eyes seemed to be able to speak, and compared with the other one picked up by the head, he became more elaborate.

Xueqing didn't know how to describe it. In fact, he could see that the child was not of high birth, and he probably didn't read any books, but he seemed to be trying to make himself a handsome gentleman. Knowing what face to use to interact with people.

In a nutshell, it's a bit pretentious-and there are no targets or postulates that mimic objects.

Generally pretentious people can't help but feel a little annoying. Even if it is just a child, Xue Qing doesn't hate Cheng Qian. Instead, he inexplicably has some pity for him, so he whispered in a slow voice: "Uncle San, Xue Qing It's just a poorly qualified servant who takes care of the head and the little masters. The charm of the spell is profound and profound. Those of us who don't even know the fur, just listen to the head's words and come back to learn the tongue. , The son is unafraid to ask the head or my house ... your brother. "

Cheng Qian keenly heard the words "my home", and then reminisced that these Dao Tongs were more respectful and inadequate towards their heads, and they became more and more confused.

Xue Qing quickly took him familiar with the furnishings inside the Qing'an residence, hurriedly served him to wash him out of the garrison, changed him to a decent dress, and cleaned up inside and out, and then led him out again.

While maintaining his self-imposed image, Cheng Qian slammed on the ground and asked Xue Qing where the master was sacred. It was learned that his master's surname was Yan, called Yan Zhengming, and had a wealthy background.

How rich is it? The equation of the earth was dimly understood-he was a poor child and had no concept of "rich and noble". The so-called "rich and noble" people he had ever seen were nothing more than a village head, who was 60 years old. Welcoming the third room Xiaoyan, in Cheng Qian's view, is already rich and formidable.

I heard that when Yan Zhengming was seven years old, I didn't know why he had run away from home and was foolishly tricked by their scheming master ... The masterful master picked it up with wisdom.

The old liar unfolded a three-inch tongue, and successfully turned the master who was still young and unknowingly dangerous into a master's disciple.

However, the younger son of the Yan family was lost, and the family was naturally anxious, and the power of the nine tigers and two tigers was abandoned, only to find Yan Zhengming who had fallen astray—Master Yan did not know whether he was infused with medicine by Mu Chun, or he did not want to learn it. Anyway, he was so fascinated by the ghosts that he refused to go home, so he had to stay with the master to practice.

The young master was born and raised from a young age. Of course, the Yan family couldn't watch his Jiaoer follow a swindler like a grass-roots scammer. After a few slaps, he had to compromise and paid for the faction to raise the faction. The right is to give a play to the young master The team is playing.

There were many types of cultivators in the world, but there were few authentic genres and demon outsiders, and most of them in Kyushu were pheasants.

Cheng Qian thought for a moment. Like the Fuyao sect, a sect with a rich face to support and live a little face can be called "poultry sect".

Therefore, he can understand that their master is not only a master, he also has many roles such as "the parents of clothing and food", "the master of the door" and "the disciples of Fuyao". A master chair, even Master had to endure.

As for the first person in charge, Cheng Qian knew it when he saw it. He was an indescribable prodigal.

In addition to the four words "arrogant and extravagant", there was no courage to "prostitute" except for the fifteenth year of the great brother Ning Fang at that time. He had the words "arrogant", "luxury" and "ease".

For the first time, Mu Chun brought a pair of young disciples who had been cleaned up to Master Yan, who was combing his hair—not because the old man was confused and rude, and rushed to disturb others in the early morning. But the big brother combs his hair many times a day.

Fortunately, he is still young, and he is not afraid to comb into alopecia areata.

Anyone who is qualified to comb her hair must be a woman. She must not be too young or too old. She must not have a beautiful appearance or an indecent smell. She can comb her hair all day long. Don't do it, both hands must be soft, white as jade, and there must be no shameful cocoons.

Daotongs like Xueqing, who were originally slaves of the Yan family, carefully selected a group of sent to the mountains for driving.

The young master doesn't need to be a boy. He heard that because he doesn't like men so much, he thinks that they are clumsy, so he stays in the courtyard to serve the same little girl, which makes him always spring in this yard.

Before entering, Cheng Qian secretly stared at Master's goatee for a long time, and came to a conclusion: Master's beard was brushed with a comb.

On the way, Xue Qing said that Mu Chun had arranged for him to live in Qing'anju, to make him calm and calm. Cheng Qian was a little awkward in his heart, and refused to admit that he was disturbed. Now when he arrived at the residence of the master, he looked up. Seeing the words "Wenrou Township", a heart was finally put in his belly-it didn't look like he was uneasy, but Master was confused.

On the one hand, Han Yuan was foolishly holding ignorance as an interesting question, and asked, "Master, what did Brother Master write at the door?"

Mu Chun touched his beard and read it to him, Han Yuan asked with a frown, "Does this mean to encourage gentlemen to be gentle in the future?"

When Mu Chun heard this, he exclaimed in panic: "This must never be heard by your master."

Cheng Qian and Han Yuan saw their heads clasped their tails like dogs in a bereavement, and thought together in a rare and thoughtful way: "This is simply unreasonable, regardless of heaven and nature!"

The two of them thought like this, and looked at each other, they all saw the shock on each other's face, so they followed the master to clamp their tails, and learned the first skill of this gate-the magic of the tail.

In fact, when Cheng Qian first met his elder brother, he was shocked.

The man was still green, but his anger was overwhelming. I saw him in a white satin robe with dark lines embroidered by no one. Only the change of light and shadow between activities showed a glimmer of glory. He leaned back like a boneless bone on the back of the carved chair, his eyelids were half down, his chin was supported with one hand, and his hair spread like splashing ink.

When Yan Zhengming heard the sound, he darted to pick up his eyelids. The corners of his eyes swept like pale ink, long and cocked, and he swept away a proud femininity. He met Master and didn't mean to stand up. He sat firmly on the chair with his **** firmly and opened his mouth slowly, and asked, "Master, what did you do when you went out and picked up two more things?" "

He seemed to be a bit later than others, and the young man's taste didn't even fade in his voice, and with a little coquettish tone, it sounded more secure to distinguish me as a male and female.

His mother was so straightforward that if she wasn't male or female, she didn't seem to be in conflict.

The head of the old man accompanied his smiling face, grinded his hands, and introduced, "Oh, this is your third division brother Cheng Qian, this is your fourth division brother Han Yuan, all of whom are still young and unreasonable. In the future, as a master, you have to help more Master, mention them. "

Yan Zhengming heard Han Yuan's name, his eyebrows fluttered, his face seemed to twitch a bit, he opened his eyes half-heartedly and glanced at his freshly baked four division brothers, then turned his eyes quickly, as if His eyes were tarnished.

"Han Yuan?" The elder brother seemed to be dissatisfied, and slowly commented, "It really looks like a person, and looks a little bit wrong."

Han Yuan's face was already blue.

Yan Zhengming left him aside and turned to Cheng Qian.

"That kid," he said, "come over, let me see." 2k novel reading network