... Maybe it's not cold, it's cold in the first place.

Li Yun glanced at Cheng Qian quickly, and then suddenly and bluntly, Cheng Qian showed a smile, how to look at it and seemed to be malicious: "I heard that the master brought back two younger brothers, is that you?"

Cheng Qian instinctively didn't like Li Yun's gaze, and felt that it was not like a good thing, so he simply replied, "It's me and the fourth junior brother Han Yuan."

Li Yun took a step forward and asked with interest, "Then what's your name?"

His interest seemed to be the same as the old láng's interest when he saw the rabbit. Cheng Qian almost wanted to step back, but he held back. He stood straight on the spot and answered blankly, "Cheng Qian."

"Oh, Xiao Qian." Li Yun nodded his head familiarly and made a smiley face, "Hello."

Cheng Qian's eyes were full of his white teeth. So far, he has determined that in the entire Fuyao faction, apart from Master, there is no second person who can make him like him a little bit.

However, the master is still not sure whether it is human or not.

After a while, Han Yuan and his master also came. Han Yuan sat in front of Cheng Qian without seeing anything, and complained to himself that Cheng Qian didn't go to play with him. He also took a sip of every refreshment on the table.

Han Yuan sometimes wanted to smile flatteringly at the master, and sometimes turned his head and winked at Cheng Qian, busy but not chaotic, and explained exactly what "the ugly people are doing wrong".

But the big brother Yan Zhengming came over two full quarters late, yawning just now.

He was absolutely reluctant to walk, and asked two Taoist boys to carry a rattan chair back and forth and carry him all the way from Wenrou Township.

A beautiful girl took small steps, fanning a fan behind him, and another Taoist boy holding an umbrella on the side.

That Yan Zhengming led the second general, the white clothes fluttering, and the hem of the clothes was like a cloud.

This young master doesn't seem to be here to listen to the morning class, but to do things in style.

Entering the preaching hall, the eldest brother first gave Li Yun a stern glance, and hung his disgust on his brows, and then glanced at Han Yuan and his table of cakes that were not perfect. Swipe." He opened the folding fan in his hand and covered his eyes to prevent his innocent sight from being stained.

In the end, he had no choice but to walk to Cheng Qian's side with his nose not his nose and his eyes not his eyes. The Taoist boy beside him took a step forward, wiped the stone bench back and forth four times, put it on the cushion, brewed tea, and then He put the hot tea on the saucer with the talisman engraved on the side, and the saucer cooled the steaming tea in the blink of an eye, until a layer of water vapor condensed on the outside of the cup, and Yan Zhengming picked it up and drank it half dead.

All of the above steps were carried out exactly one by one, and the respectful buttocks of Young Master Yan was seated just now.

Li Yun took it for granted that he didn't exist, and Han Yuan's stunned expression seemed to say, "What kind of thing is this?"

Cheng Qian watched the whole process from a close distance. He was accustomed to being mean, and he felt that he had nothing to say at this time.

The morning class of Fuyao School's jīfeigoujing started just like that when the four disciples of Mu Chunzhen were disliked by each other.

The author has something to say: Note: The man of courtesy is the first of the weak and the chaotic - Lao Tzu's "Virtue"

☆, Chapter 7

I don't know if Master and his old man have already figured out this situation. His potholes and broken dishes and rusted elders may be useful. Anyway, he seems to be prepared for this.

His eyelids drooped, and Master Mu Chun walked up to the stage, ignoring the four bear disciples chattering darkly below, he said half-deadly, "This morning class, all the disciples come and recite the "Qing Jing Sutra" with me."

"Qingjing Jing" is not "Tai Shang Lao Jun Said Changqing Jing Jing", but an inexplicable car wheel talk. Maybe it was made up by Master himself, and the content is extremely unintelligible.

Probably to express tranquility, when Master Mu Chun recited this article, every word had to be dragged into two characters long, and if it dragged too long, he would inevitably lose his strength, so the endings of each sentence trembled in twists and turns. Like a crazy shrewd old man.

Cheng Qian listened for a while, only to feel a buzzing sound in his ears, which made him nervous - worried that the master would suffocate him to death.

Master finished reciting the first time in a fit of rage, and slowly picked up the teacup in front of him to moisten his throat. Cheng Qian hurriedly patted off his jittery skin, waiting to hear his high-flying speeches, only to hear it in despair. Master said in a tingling voice, "Okay, read it again."

Cheng Qian: "..."

Cheng Qian was patted on the shoulder unceremoniously.

The elder brother said, "Hey, kid, go over there and make room for me."

The big brother is the treasure of the town school. He wants a place, but Cheng Qian dares not not take it.

I saw Young Master Yan lifted his eyelids, and the Taoist boy beside him immediately moved in a beautiful bamboo weave to lean on. I dozed off in the thunderous "quietness".

Cheng Qian observed it for a while, and found that his monster elder brother even had advantages - such as sleeping without snoring.

Others have probably already gotten used to this, the senior brother dozed off blatantly, and the second senior brother had perfectly hooked up with his freshly-baked junior brother in a short period of time. At the same time, he did not give up on Cheng Qian. He winked at him indiscriminately in all directions.

Of the four people present, only Cheng Qian was tolerant towards Master. His tolerance and harshness were clearly distinguished, but they were all consistent and meticulous. Singing a one-man show, he sat on the spot as still as a mountain, and followed Master from beginning to end to finish the "routine morning class" on the first day.

Li Yun saw that Cheng Qian didn't like to pay attention to him, and when he rolled his eyes, he made up his mind, and saw that he took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve like a thief, swayed it under Han Yuan's eyelids, and whispered: "You Know what this is?"

Han Yuan took it and opened it, and was immediately top-heavy by the stench, and even Cheng Qian behind him was unfortunately affected.

Li Yun said proudly, "This is the golden clam divine water I made."

During the interval between Cheng Qian's chanting with his master, he sneered at the same time: "Isn't this Jin Ha's foot wash?"

Han Yuan covered his nose and returned the "God's Foot Wash", endured the stench and asked, "What's the use of gān?"

With a smile, Li Yun rolled the rice paper on his desk into a ball, and then dripped a few drops of divine water on it. The water quickly seeped into the rice paper, and the ball of paper turned into a real toad in the blink of an eye.

Birds all over the world walk around and don't play, play with toads, what kind of hobby is this?

Cheng Qian suddenly understood why the senior brother looked at the second senior brother with a piece of shit.

As soon as Li Yun raised his eyes to meet Cheng Qian's gaze, he immediately smirked and poked the toad on the table with the pen, pointed at Cheng Qian and said, "Go find him."

Hearing the words, the toad made a "quack" and ran towards Cheng Qian, and was caught by a thin hand in the middle of it. The master had slipped closer, and the toad was turned into a ball of paper in his hand.

"Let's talk to the other side," Mu Chunzhen sighed as if he was reciting the scriptures, "Xiaoyun, you are a real weapon."

Li Yun stuck out his tongue.

The master said, "Since that's the case, come and lead the disciples to read the scriptures."

Li Yun had no choice but to squeeze his voice singing in front of the eunuch's hall. It took nearly an hour to recite the short passage of the Qing Jing Sutra upside down for more than ten times, and then the master finally stopped mercifully and let this long torture be brought to an end. a paragraph.

Han Yuan whispered to Cheng Qian shiveringly: "If he continues to read it, I will urinate."

Cheng Qian sat upright and pretended not to know him.

The master, who had closed his eyes and rested for more than an hour in front of him, was in high spirits, and said, "Yijing should have something to do. The disciples and I came out of the pavilion—oh, Cheng Qian, I'll call you Senior Brother."

Cheng Qian, who had suffered an unpredictable disaster, was stunned when he heard the words, turned his head to look at the boy in white, stretched out a finger, and poked his shoulder like a fire, and at the same time thought a little frightened: "This is what Master made. I called you, get up and don't be a monster to me."

The eldest brother, who had slept upside down for two nights, was probably full of sleep and not acting as a demon. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at Cheng Qian for a while, then took a deep breath and got up, weakly. He waved his hand: "Understood, you go first."

Young Master Yan, who hadn't woken up, seemed to have a much better temper. The peach blossom eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and the gaze that looked at Cheng Qian softened a lot.

Then, Yan Zhengming asked softly, "By the way, what's your name?"

"...Cheng Qian."

"Oh." Yan Zhengming nodded indifferently. Compared with the undisguised disgust he had when he looked at Li Yun, compared with his behavior of covering his face with a fan in front of Han Yuan, his treatment of Cheng Qian was almost right. Very polite.

After "Oh", Yan Zhengming stopped caring about Cheng Qian, covered his mouth with his hands and yawned, then sat motionless where he was, waiting for the maid Xiao Yuer to comb his hair.

When Cheng Qian was full of people and demons, there was a time when he suspected that his big brother Saobao might be a pheasant with a colorful tail, but seeing this situation, he dismissed this guess-even if it was truePheasant jī, combing like this every day, must have been combed into a bald tail and bare buttocks.

And the hair on the big brother's head is still growing solidly, and it has not yet turned into a hairy duster, indicating that he may be some kind of animal that is even more incredible.

In the yard, a Taoist boy came over and presented the master with a wooden sword in both hands.

Immediately, Cheng Qian and Han Yuan's spirits were shocked. They both grew up listening to the story of the immortals relying on the wind and the sword. Even though Cheng Qian was severely poisoned by the sage book, he was still a little boy, although he did not admit it., but deep in his heart, he still yearns for the power of those legends that call clouds and rain.