Fortunately, Mu Chun didn't pursue his rudeness, and he turned to Cheng Qian after he finished speaking.

It was only then that Cheng Qian realized that Master was not born with triangular eyes, but his eyelids were a bit inward. Usually, his eyes were always half-closed, his eyes wandering, and he was described as obscene. This time, he opened his eyes and suddenly Showing a bit of black and white clarity, his eyes darkened slightly, and his expression towards Cheng Qian was almost stern.

The author has something to say: [Note]: "The way of heaven and the way of heaven should not be opportunistic, avoid being arrogant and self-sufficient, and avoid being inattentive." Taboo II", which is extended here to my own affiliation.

☆, Chapter 6

"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. It is impossible to tell whether he prefers him or does not love him. Solemnly.

Cheng Qian raised his head a little overwhelmed, his hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist.

"Come." Reality Mu Chun looked at him, and then, probably realizing that he was too serious, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and reined himself into a kind-eyed huáng rat láng, his voice softened a little, "come here."

While speaking, Mu Chun raised a hand and placed it on top of Cheng Qian's head. There was a little warmth in his palm, and with the scent of grass and trees on the cuff, he conveyed it to Cheng Qian with hindsight.

But this didn't have any consolation effect, Cheng Qian was still flustered.

He recalled Master's comments on Han Yuan's "flirty escape" and so on, and thought anxiously: "What would Master say to me?"

In a hurry, Cheng Qian reviewed his life in a hurry from beginning to end, intending to pick out his own faults and expose them to the public, so as to prepare himself mentally 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 waited with cold hands and feet for an unknown amount of time that 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'?"

After asking, he regretted it again, because he didn't want to act like Han Yuan's brainless.

Cheng Qian tried his best to calm his mind, with a little temptation and lack of self-confidence, he tried his best, and after a while, he asked, "Do you mean to calm my mind and practice hard?"

Mu Chun paused without giving any explanation. In the end, he just nodded vaguely and said, "Now... even if it is."

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 person Mu Chun, but he could see that the master didn't want to say more, so he had no choice but to be precocious. Mian Qiáng swallowed the doubt in his heart, and just bowed in a proper manner: "Yes, thank you Master for your teaching."

Master Mu Chun sighed silently. He looked like a middle-aged man who was not very strong, but he was actually very old. Of course, he could see some things - this Cheng Qian went in and out for several times, and he was very helpful to those who served him in his daily life. Daotong is called 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 is the one who is weak in loyalty and the first in chaos" [Note], no matter how good the understanding and talent are, this child's nature is far from the Dao, and the process is concentrated, and he is not very attractive. I like it...but 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 flipped the three-legged broken wooden table over and called Han Yuan and Cheng Qian to come over together.

I saw that the back of the wooden table was covered with worm-eaten dòngxué, scattered everywhere, it was really lively, and the gaps between the worms' 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, the two of you must write them down word for word. Forty-nine days."

Faced with these door rules one by one, Cheng Qian finally showed the right amount of consternation - he always felt that something as sacred as a door rule 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 changed from a rat, a nonsense commandment, a set of door rules engraved under a rotten wood table, a sissy senior brother, and an illiterate beggar boy... His cultivation career The starting point is so unusual, what else can we cultivate in the future?

Cheng Qian felt that his future was bleak.

But when he went back in the evening, Cheng Qian's mood was brighter, because he learned that he also had a study, and the study not only filled with the hard work he dreamed of, but also the paper and pens that Xueqing prepared for him.

Cheng Qian has not written on paper yet - the knowledge of his biological parents combined, it is not necessarily able to write from one to ten, and naturally his family will not prepare these. Over the years, relying on his unforgettable ability, he secretly read and learned a lot of words from Lao Tongsheng, put it 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 his master - 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 first chapter. Five times, and there is a lot of meaning to not stop.

Unlike the branches, Cheng Qian touched the pen and 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. He simply put the door rules into his mind, and 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 different and bad parts of the previous one. He imitated it with all his 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 his wrists 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: "Why am I 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 subconsciously took two steps back, 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 in a blink of an eye he was in front of the man.

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 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, he suddenly woke up on his bed, and the day had not yet broken.

Having such a dream, he could no longer fall asleep, so he had to pack 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. Cha watched others live, and he felt an embarrassing unease in his heart.

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 that was more than a palm wide in his arms. He walked quickly without looking sideways, and the Taoist boy behind him chased and chased after him a little awkwardly.

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.