The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

The mountains are far away, the sky is high, the water is cold, and the wind and moon are leisurely. (*1)

When they went to Chenfeng Hall one after another to pay respects to their master, Taoist Juechen was painting in his study.

The golden light penetrated the window lattice, and was condensed by the figure of Xia Ziyue Yun, exuding noble elegance.

They stepped across the threshold silently one after another, with lowered brows and eyes, quietly standing at the door, not daring to disturb them.

"Ah Xu," Taoist Juechen had already noticed him, and did not stop writing, just smiled gently, "Come here, and accompany me to paint for my teacher."

They approached with light steps one after another, standing three steps away from the master.

He looked at the scroll on the table.

The master has just started to write, and there are only a few strokes of light ink on the white and dense Xuan Xuan, and the ink rhyme has not yet formed.

"What are you doing standing so far away?" Daoist Juechen sighed, "Come here."

"Can you draw?"

Shaking his head one after another: "Disciple is ashamed."

The four arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he knows all the characters, can take a few steps in chess, five tones and six rhythms, and pen and ink Danqing.

"Isn't that just right?" Taoist Juechen took Li Li's hand with one hand, and pressed the drawing paper with the other hand, just enough to wrap the person in his arms, "I will teach you as a teacher."

They sighed silently one after another.Having been teased many times, he has become calm and calm.

You can even ask a little gossip carefully.

"Master... Was there a time when you taught others like this before?"

Master and the bright moon in the heart, have you ever come to the window to laugh and support each other, and write and cuddle together for a long time (*2)?

He couldn't help but sigh again, stronger than his master, he couldn't help but lean on Song Luo, his beloved one, by the window.

I can only look at him as a double, sad and beautiful.

The long finger holding the pen suddenly paused.

"If there is, would A Xu, who is a teacher, be jealous?"

The cold voice was calm and calm: "Master was joking."

One after another is not a villain who harbors ill intentions towards his master.He respects his master, and he only treats his master with Cheng Men Lixue and Gao Shan Yang Zhi.

Daoist Juechen was insignificant and sighed softly.

"My teacher is not a few years older than Xining. The two of us learn art, and it is all taught by your ancestor."

"Qin Shi came under the teacher's door, and it's already a young age, and the teacher has never taught him hand in hand."

Yarun's voice was word for word: "Only my Xu, I want to teach you like this."

When he joined Master's sect, he was almost at the crown, and he was not a three-year-old child.One after another, he didn't want to learn like this, no matter if it was an old man or a substitute.

He is grateful for Master's kindness to him.

But no matter Danqing or swordsmanship, or others, every move, every stroke, every stroke is the feeling of being led by the nose, with confinement, which makes him tired of coping.

He is not suitable for such a teaching method.Get twice the result with half the effort and learn nothing.

The clear eyebrows drooped: "Master, what is the painting?"

At this time, the ink rhyme on the rice paper was infiltrated, and there was a continuous and distant mountain with a perfect circle on it. On the black and white ink painting, it was temporarily impossible to distinguish whether it was the rising sun or the setting moon.

"This is the most desolate and beautiful scene I have ever seen in my life." The elegant tone was a little low, "Once you see it, you will miss your life."

"This feeling and this scene are engraved in my heart, and I have frequent dreams for three nights. But I can't really hold it in my arms."

Master's unspoken meaning could not be more obvious.

This is related to the beautiful woman in the moon in his heart.It's a pity that I can no longer hug her lingeringly, sit and watch the vast mountains and rivers, the wind and the moon dancing.

They were speechless for a while, not knowing how to comfort them.

If the master looks at him and can have a moment of comfort and peace, he doesn't mind being a substitute.

Anyway, not a lot of meat.

Yurun's finger holding the pen moved to another place.

At the bottom of the vast and endless mountain with endless twists and turns, a figure is outlined with a few strokes.

One after another, my heart trembled instantly, and the waves of gossip suddenly surged and churned endlessly.

Master wants to paint, it should be that beauty!

Although I don't know what master's painting skills are, the characters he draws are lifelike and lifelike, or they may look like evil ghosts with deer heads and mouse eyes.

At least he had the opportunity to take a look at what kind of peerless beauty she was, who could make a resigned immortal like Master deeply affectionate, and cherish her nostalgia to this day.

Suddenly the forearm tightened, and a hand with light blue complexion suddenly inserted/entered, crossed the master's hand, and grabbed his.

Then he pulled it suddenly——a jet-black ink blot spread from left to right, covering the entire Shengxuan.Like a huge scar, it cut off the picture scroll in the middle.

This unformed painting just split into two and fell apart.

Fang Xiu stood aside with a hippie smile, as if he was complacent about his masterpiece.

"Xiao Qu'er, do you want to paint? I'll accompany you. My painting skills are better than my brother's."

As he spoke, he would pull towards him one after another.

Grass.Cursed in succession.Who the hell cares if your drawing skills are good or not.He just wanted to see what Bai Yueguang in Master's heart looked like.

With a gritted smirk on his lips, he quietly pulled out his hands, cupped his fists and said, "Master."

Fang Xiu's hands were empty, and he paused in mid-air.

The light blue blood vessels protruded slightly, and he pinched his five fingers a few times, and finally tightened into a fist, retracting behind his back.

He continued to laugh as if nothing had happened: "My skills in painting, ink and painting are all superior to my senior brother's, my skills in piano and chess are also better than him, and my swordsmanship is even more superb than him."

"Xiao Qu'er, if you worship me as your teacher, I must be better than my senior brother."

Eyes widened in surprise.

He has seen Fangxiu's calligraphy several times.The characters are like the person, and Fang Xiu's characters "Spring Earthworm, Autumn Snake" are graffitied with pen and ink, and the frivolity and debauchery appear vividly on the paper.

It is completely different from Master's vigorous and well-proportioned handwriting.

How dare you say that your handwriting is better than Master's?

"You don't believe me?" Fang Xiu refused to accept, insisting on fighting for the right and wrong, "Then I'll write it for you. You say a word, I will write it with Wen Feng, and then you will judge, who can write better."

Say something?Are you saying that Fang Xiu is a cruel and violent madman?

The corners of their mouths were raised one after another, their false but perfect smiles were impeccable, and the deafness of deaf ears in the respectful deafness was obvious.

The tip of Fang Xiu's heart felt like being stabbed hard by a sharp ice thorn, and the sourness was infected with a heart-warming coolness. He said in a muffled voice, "You have accompanied Wenfeng, and you must accompany me. Xiao Qu'er, you can't be partial."

He stood by the door, blocking the way, as if the other party refused to agree and vowed not to give up.

One after another, I can't understand at all why "until death" is so persistent in such a trivial matter.

He ignored it again, and turned his eyes to Juechen Daojun: "Master, I have something to ask."

Ben came here for this matter today, and just now the master taught him how to paint, but he didn't find a chance to mention it.

Now that the painting has been destroyed by Fang Xiu, presumably Master has no interest in repainting it.

Fang Xiu saw that he had the same respectful and reserved tone towards Juechen, and the uneasy boredom in his heart eased a little, so he no longer planned to continue entangled in writing and painting with him one after another.

"Xiao Qu'er," he crossed Juechen again, and spoke first, "If you have anything to say, just say it. If you don't agree, I will."

Continue to turn a deaf ear one after another, and give him a cold look in your heart: You are not my master.

Daoist Juechen smiled lightly: "Axu, there is nothing we can't ask for between you and me. As long as it makes you happy, there is nothing you cannot agree to as a teacher."

"Thank you, Master." After thinking about his request one after another, Master might really not agree.

In order to prevent the other party from repenting, he first thanked and then said: "Master, can you allow the disciple to go to the deep wood forest today?"

He has been grounded for more than two months, and he has a good attitude of admitting his mistakes and has never left his yard.However, Master has never said when he will be lifted the ban.

The time for the Tianxuan Dharma Conference is getting closer and closer, and it has been less than two years.He has always wanted to try his best to help Xue Songyu improve, but he couldn't accompany her to practice swords because of grounding.

After meeting her yesterday and hearing about Xu Wan, I couldn't bear it anymore.

What's more, during the confinement period, his swordsmanship was all "taught" by his master, uncle and brother. If he couldn't study and comprehend it on his own, and was dragged around by those three people, disturbing his pace, he really wouldn't be able to use it. sword.

The study room is scented with the revitalizing incense that has been passed down for ten miles, and the fragrance is lingering, elegant and luxurious.

There was no wind in the room, but the flowing thin smoky wafted suddenly, forming faint tornadoes in the void, swirling with the coolness that soaked the nose.

No one spoke, and the light of the day seemed to be frozen in the spacious and bright room, and one after another suddenly felt a bit bitingly cold.

Daojun Juechen stood tall and tall, with an elegant smile on his face, but there seemed to be an invisible chill all over his body.

Fang Xiu had just agreed happily, but now he leaned against the desk with his shoulders folded, silent.

A few drops of cold sweat ooze out of the palms that have been clasped one after another.

The hourglass of the timepiece made a few ticks.

After a long while, Wen Wen Yayin said softly: "Ah Xu, I have something to go down the mountain these few days as a teacher. I will accompany you to go there to relax when I come back in a few days."

No, the deep wood forest is just outside the boundary of Lingyuan Peak, not far from where he lives.What's more, he went to Xue Songyu to practice swords, what is the master going to do with him?

The other party's answer made Li Li feel inexplicable, but the meaning was very clear: his request was politely rejected by the master.

Master intends to continue restraining his feet.

There was another burst of silence in the room, and even the warm sunlight seemed to be frozen.

The request full of expectations was rejected, and my heart felt a little cold and dull one after another.

At this time Fang Xiu spoke suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "I'll go with him."

He frowned slightly one after another, and heard the master nod: "That's fine. Xining, I'm not in Lingyuan these few days, you take good care of Xu."

"I know."

These few seemingly normal but strange dialogues made successive inexplicably feel a little unspeakably weird.

He is such a big person, and still needs someone to take care of him every step of the way?

Inevitably, it reminds people of Qin Shi's escort in name of care, but in reality surveillance.

But it was difficult for him to pick out the real problem from the weird feeling.

Master has always cared and doted on him excessively.

Anyway, I could go to the deep woods for a walk and lie down. After saluting and thanking, I left the door one after another.

The sun was shining brightly outside the Chenfeng Palace, and the flowers were colorful, and the eerie dullness in the study just now was swept away.

Fang Xiu was as usual, walking lightly, with a youthful look on his Junyi face, swaying around him as he walked.

It seemed that what was unusual in the Dust Wind Palace just now was an illusion of being melted by the warm sun.

"I don't know what bad things senior brother went down the mountain again." Fang Xiu suddenly teased, "I originally said to go down the mountain with him, and then come back and tell you what he did to outrageous things."

The bright eyes like poisonous snakes smiled and glanced one after another: "It's more important to accompany Xiao Qu'er."

Fang Xiu took the opportunity to slander Master again.He frowned unobtrusively one after another, he didn't need Fang Xiu to accompany him.

This kind of person who spares no effort to smear and isolate the one he loves, and finally only himself is left with his own sickness and crazy criticism, he is grateful for his insensitivity.

Speaking of which, just now Fang Xiu deliberately disturbed Master's painting...

A thought flashed in his mind: Fang Xiu didn't want to see Master draw the bright moon in his heart?As a junior, how much did Fang Xiu know about the soul-crushing past of the master?

Daoist Huantian kept his mouth shut about this, he was [-]% curious, but unfortunately he couldn't find out.

Would Fang Xiu be willing to tell him?

Once curiosity arises one after another, the mood will be like the tide breaking the embankment, surging and difficult to stop.

He tentatively asked, "Does my uncle know who the person Master drew just now?"

Fang Xiu's footsteps stopped for a moment, and instead of answering, he asked, "Xiao Qu'er...you don't know?"

The other party took a somewhat serious attitude, and felt that there was something going on one after another, and became more bold and presumptuous: "He is the beloved person of Master."

Seeing that Fang Xiu looked at him with a bit of certainty in his doubtful eyes, he went straight to the point: "Why isn't that person by Master's side? Has she already..."

"Go west with a crane?"

Fang Xiu blinked in a daze, and looked at Lian Li with even more doubts: "Xiao Qu'er, who told you what?"

Daoist Huantian once hinted that Master had a dead wife.But it was not easy to reveal this matter one after another.

Although he doesn't like Daoist Huantian, one yard is worth one yard. If someone tells him this secret, he can't turn around and sell him.

The words Master Cai said when he was painting just now almost implicitly told him this matter.

He briefly told Fang Xiu what Taoist Juechen said.

Fang Xiu was silent for a while.

The white boots stepped on the fallen leaves piled up on the mountain trail, and there were two superimposed soft sounds.

Half a moment later, the corners of Fang Xiu's mouth slightly raised, his brows frowned slightly, and he seemed to have a bitter smile and helplessness: "Xiao Qu'er, there are some things that cannot be said from my mouth."

"But if you have any questions, I can answer them."

Suspicion continued in his heart, what vow did Fang Xiu make, can't he say it?Or do you have your own bottom line like Daoist Huantian, and you don't want to say it?

But he guessed it himself, Fang Xiu would not deliberately conceal it.

He said: "When Master was young, did he have a wife whom he loved deeply?"

Fang Xiu nodded, agreeing.

"That senior, she... passed away. Master has a deep affection for her, and it is still hard to forget her."

Fang Xiu turned his head, remained silent, and acquiesced again.

Why did that senior dissipate the fragrance?Fang Xiu wouldn't say, so he could only guess by himself.

He thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered that when he and Xue Songyu were chatting with Yu Xing about the romance and gossip in "Xing Chunfeng", Fang Xiu and his master deliberately pretended to be nonchalant and unusual.

"That senior, when your cultivation base was still low, you encountered it in the secret realm, was it an accident?"

Fang Xiu put the back of his hand on his mouth, still silent.But do not deny the attitude, and express all the answers.

He sighed one after another. Ninety percent of the story in "Playing Spring Breeze" is fictional, and one percent is groundless.

The more detailed situation back then was unknown, Fang Xiu didn't say anything, and he didn't have the heart to speculate.

It is enough to expose the past to this extent.

Those flowers before the moon and the spring breeze blowing the willows are the treasures engraved by Master in his life.

If the master only wanted to close the window, be alone in the setting sun, and think alone, he would not go into it again.

"Thank you, uncle." She raised her mouth one after another, hiding everything just now under a smile.Only if all the conversations never happened.

The footsteps sounded soft again.

Fang Xiu took several deep breaths before holding back his wild laughter.

He didn't know where the strange ideas came from one after another, but he was happy to see the final result of the matter.

At the beginning, he was curious about why Wenfeng would take such mediocre people as his apprentice one after another, so he carefully observed this shockingly beautiful vase.

One after another, their cultivation levels are low, they have no power to protect themselves, and the surroundings are full of hatred and deep-seated hostility.

Therefore, he walked on thin ice and was wary of anyone.

Even if it is well-intentioned, it will all be regarded as a conspiracy with ulterior motives.

Only one person, Wenfeng, is grateful and believes in it.

Wenfeng really made a perfect move.

However, people who are so thoughtful one after another are most likely to make the mistake of being stubborn.

He only believes what he thinks in his heart, and he doesn't believe anyone else.

I don't know who dug a hole for Wenfeng, so that one after another firmly believes that Wenfeng has a dead wife in his heart that he misses until now--for him, this is a great thing that he can't wait for.

As long as there is this misunderstanding one after another, there is absolutely no chance for Wenfeng.

"Xiao Qu'er," Fang Xiuning calmed down for a long time before finally suppressing the ecstasy in his heart from laughing until his stomach ached, "Senior brother, he has always loved his dead wife. But he is definitely not a good person."

"and also……"

Fang Xiu slandered Master again.Turned a deaf ear one after another: "What else?"

"I...will not harm you."

Fang Xiu turned his head sideways.He wanted to tell the other party his heart, but the words rushed into his throat, but they were burnt to ashes by the beating heartbeat, leaving only the red face spreading from the neck to the ears.

That's all.Even if he had the courage to declare the love in his heart, he still wouldn't believe it.

He had to find a way to make him aware of his intentions.

The two came to a remote and secluded deep wood forest.

One after another, through the shadows of the trees, I saw two beautiful figures who were practicing martial arts in the open space in the forest.

The one next to Xue Songyu should be Xu Wan.

He had a quick glance last time, and only remembered that she was a beautiful girl, so he didn't pay attention to the specifics.

Xu Wanxiu was a high-level person, and she was the first to notice that someone was coming, so she stopped her movements.

Voice transmissions have been sent to Xue Songyu one after another. Both of them knew that he would come later, so they didn't care much at first.

However, seeing the person coming at this time, they all froze in place.

Not because of succession, but because of Fang Xiu beside him.

Even though Xue Songyu knew that one after another had a special status, and had seen the three Nascent Souls in Lingyuan Peak up close, she never thought that Fang Xiu would come here.

Not to mention Xu Wan.She is an inner disciple, even if she asks Peak Master Yuan, she is not qualified to get so close.

After all, Xue Songyu has seen it several times, and he doesn't have that much respect for these Nascent Souls.

She was the first to recover, and bowed her hands in salute: "See Venerable Fang."

Fang Xiu raised his jaw and glanced at her with cold eyes.

This female cultivator is one of the only two he knows among the low-level monks in Yantian Realm who are as numerous as ants.The other is a fat disciple under Liu Changji's sect.

Although he didn't like to see successively interacting with her, but successively liked to play with these two cats and dogs, and he didn't mind either.

He nodded his chin proudly, indicating that the other party can flatten his body.

She pouted at Xue Songyu one after another: "You have met my uncle, he is very easy-going, so you don't have to be too cautious."

I knew it would be like this when Fang Xiu came.But Fang Xiu insisted on coming, there was nothing he could do.

I can only say a few words on the scene, trying to make the atmosphere less dignified.

Xue Songyu introduced Xu Wan one after another, and Fang Xiu stood beside her with his hands behind his back, the three of them could only exchange a few words of greeting, the scene was so solemn that one dared not say more.

Send voice transmission to Xue Songyu one after another: We practice ours, don't worry about him.

Xue Songyu silently nodded.One after another, you have to keep a good sense of proportion, and always deal with these chilling powers who are overwhelming when you get close. It is not ordinary tiring.

After discussing with the female cultivator one after another, leaving him aside, Fang Xiu was originally unhappy.

But standing aside and watching for a while, he couldn't help but smile again.

One after another is pleasing to the eye, and it is refreshing to look at it.

The nimble and elegant figure like a bamboo is like the flowing wind returning to the snow, the silver light of the sword shadow shone around him, flying flowers in disorder, and there was only this color left in the world, which instantly took away his heartbeat.

He stared intently, and even his breathing slowed down a few beats, for fear of missing any scene of majestic and magnificent beauty.

A figure who didn't know the current affairs suddenly stood in front of him.

"Master Fang," Xu Wan changed the way the monks clasped their fists together and bowed to him gently and subtly, "My little girl is Xu Wan, an inner disciple of Wen Yuanfeng..."

"You said it just now." Fang Xiu frowned, passed over her head, and continued to look at the bright light in his heart.

He didn't care who the female cultivator in front of him was.

Xu Wan turned sideways in half a step, gave up the frontal position, and lowered her collarbone at a good angle: "I have heard about Venerable Fang's name for a long time, and it is my luck to meet you today."

"Fang Zun's swordsmanship is superb, and he is one of the best masters in the whole summer."

The soft and coquettish voice paused slightly: "Little girl, dare to be bold, I beg Venerable Fang to give me some advice."

In addition to the ominous name of "until death", Fang Xiu has another rumor.

It is said that he is a dissolute man by nature, and he hangs around with flowers and grasses everywhere. Many beautiful disciples of Qian Tianzong have had a good night with him.He wasn't forcefully persecuting, and the monks were all willing to recommend themselves as pillows.

To be favored by someone as powerful as him is a tall order for them.

To be favored by him, to get some guidance, or to be happy to serve him, and to reward him with some magical treasures, is enough to benefit him for a lifetime.Selling a little hue is nothing.

Xu Wan never dreamed that she would be so close to Fang Xiu.

She is confident that she is not bad, and if she can seize this golden opportunity, she will definitely be able to get out of the current predicament.No one from the same family would dare to bully/bully her again.

"Teach me?" Fang Xiu didn't move his eyes, looked not far away and said with a sneer: "Okay. You and your fellow disciples can learn a few moves and show me."

Xu Wan was overjoyed.It seems that Fang Xiuzhen is just like the rumors, as long as she offers to throw herself into her arms, he will definitely not refuse.

"Song Yu and your nephew are fighting in full swing, it is inevitable that Venerable Fang will be bored standing here, it is better to let the little girl serve the Venerable, and after the two of them finish the round, the young girl will show shame in front of the Venerable."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to hold Fangxiu's arm.Wouldn't it be more comfortable to stand here alone while watching people compete with Wenxiang nephrite in your arms?

"You, what, what?" Fang Xiu's pupils narrowed slightly, his eyes were as bright and cold as a poisonous snake, and he stared ruthlessly at the female cultivator in front of him.

He has seen a lot of people who threw himself into his arms, so he didn't pay attention to them before, not to mention that now he already has his own heart, and this is still in front of the person he admires.

This female cultivator doesn't want to live anymore?

The domineering coercion is like an invisible gust of wind and waves, the blood in the chest of the oppressed person is surging, and it is difficult to breathe.

As soon as Xu Wan took a step, she felt that the bones of her whole body seemed to be bound by a huge force, and she couldn't move because of the severe pain, and she had to do her best even to stand.

The creepy spiritual pressure also affected the succession not far away.

He and Xue Songyu were fighting each other with swords and spears, when suddenly they felt a cold pressure penetrate into the blood, and their movements suddenly froze.

The two stopped the competition at the same time, and looked at Fang Xiu with doubts.

The author has something to say:

*1 Sauvignon Blanc

*2 Ouyang Xiu's "Nangezi"

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

Master draws one after another.

As for how the two got acquainted, as I said before, the key plot will not be spoiled XD.

2.

One after another: Who is Master painting?

Fang Xiu: Isn't this you? ?

One after another: Liu Changji said, Master has a white moonlight.

Fang Xiu: Liu Changji is doing beautifully!

Let Xiao Qu'er continue to misunderstand!

Master after knowing the truth: Liu Changji & Fang Xiu to die!

3.

One after another: The story of Xi Chunfeng is actually true? !

Master: ...If I were to find the author, I would definitely burn him.

4.

(Anyone can be substituted here) Confessions in succession.

Rolling eyes one after another: Is it so fun to tease me? !

In short, I just don't believe it.

Everyone: Want to cry but have no tears.