Chapter 17 Apprenticeship with the Green Fan

After entering Yueqiu, An Lu waved goodbye to us and went to be chic.

I continued to move forward with Shi Mo and Ion, and finally, I saw the legend of Yueqiu, the green fan.

The difference between the green fan and the person I imagined is more than 108,000 miles. A charming face, a cherry blossom petal between the eyebrows, a purple gauze dress, a cold look with a fan in his hand, a green fan like this, I believe it when he is ten or twenty years old, and he is at the age of not being confused, I never believe it.

Although this is the case.

I finally know where Shi Mo's daily cold expression comes from, it is the same as the green fan, the difference is that the green fan is more charming than Shi Mo.

I stood behind Shi Mo, and the green fan didn't look at me, only at Shi Mo in front of me. Shi Mo stepped forward and saluted the green fan and said, "Master, the apprentice is back." ”

Qing Fan looked at him and didn't answer.

Shi Mo continued: "I specially brought back two pots of plum wine from Beiming. ”

At this time, the green fan finally raised the corners of his mouth, showing charm with a smile, so that I couldn't help blushing and heartbeat when I saw the green fan for the first time.

Shi Mo turned his head to me and said, "Lan Mu, don't hand the wine to Master yet." ”

With Shi Mo's words, the eyes of the green fan looked at me. The moment he saw me, Qing Fan was stunned, and there was a trace of indescribable emotion in his eyes.

I walked up to the green fan with the flask and said, "Mr. green fan, these two pots of wine are the plum wine of the Northern Underworld." ”

Qing Fan didn't take the flask, but just looked at me fixedly and said, "What's your name?" ”

"Naranmu." To him, I said my real name.

"What year, month, and day were born."

"The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth month of the seventeenth year of the Northern Underworld."

Qing Fan couldn't help but take a step back, looked at me for a long time, and then took the flask in my hand.

I had thought about all the possible reactions of the green fan when he first saw me, but I never thought it would be like this. What's wrong with my birthday, and why is the green fan so responsive?

Although I wondered about the reaction of the green fan, I did not forget the purpose of this trip, I knelt down and said sincerely to the green fan: "Nalan Mu hopes to worship under the door of Mr. and follow him." ”

"Mo'er, you get up first," after Shi Mo got up, Qing Fan also said to me: "Miss Nalan, you also get up." ”

After I stood up, Qing Fan continued: "Why have you traveled thousands of miles to worship me? ”

I thought about it and decided to tell the truth: "One is to respect Mr., and the other is to be able to avenge my parents in the future." ”

"I don't like killing, what can you learn from me?"

"Papers, Mr. gives advice, and the soldiers have a must; On martial arts, Mr. is a one-handed peach blossom fan...... Ask Mr. to take me and teach me. ”

Qing Fan opened a pot of plum wine, took a sip, and said slowly: "If you promise me that you will never take revenge in my lifetime, I will accept you." ”

No revenge in your lifetime? So what am I living for? The meaning of the green fan could not be more obvious, apprenticeship and revenge, you can only choose the same.

I said, "The only reason for me to survive is revenge, so that my parents can rest in peace under the Nine Springs." Without revenge, I don't know what the point is to continue to live in this world, life and death are just a cycle. I hope that Mr. Qingfan can accept me and teach me, Nalan Mu promises that he will not dishonor the name of Mr. Qingfan. ”

"The murderous intent is too heavy, I can't accept you, you can go." With that, Qing Fan took two pots of wine and turned to leave.

At this time, there was only one thought in my mind, that is, to let the green fan accept me, I knelt down again, and said to the back of the green fan: "If Mr. doesn't accept me, I can't afford to kneel here." ”

The figure of the green fan disappeared from sight, leaving only the echo in the air: "If you want to kneel, kneel." ”

Since then, I began to kneel for a long time, and at that time, there was a pride that was bound to accept me. But, in addition to being arrogant, I bet on the heart of the green fan, and from the first reaction of the green fan, it seems that there must be something in me that touches a certain piece of the green fan's heart, whether that piece is good or bad, it is my only driftwood, and I must bet.

When I came, Shi Mo told me that after getting started, he could use all the strength in his hands to support my growth, but, as far as apprenticeship is concerned, I must come by myself, no one can help me, and no one can force Qingfan to do what he is not willing to do.

Many people, whether they are redressing grievances, apprenticing teachers, or visiting, have used the trick of 'kneeling for a long time' throughout the ages, saying that it is easy to use, but it is difficult to persevere. The sun was blazing, the autumn wind was howling, and the knees were shaking, and it was not surprising that if there was another pouring rain, it would be impossible to faint to the ground.

In those two days, I really felt that every minute and second had passed for a long time. Luckily, I was able to bring me fresh water and food, otherwise I would have starved to death or died of thirst.

On the afternoon of the second day of my long kneeling, dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and a torrential downpour of rain came down violently and slapped on my head and body. I never felt that the rain came so timely, and the only thought I had before I fainted was that I had finally finished kneeling days, because I saw a green fan in the rain.

When I woke up, the green fan was sitting on a chair in the room and watching me in a daze. Seeing me wake up, he came back to his senses, took a sip of tea, and said, "Awake?" ”

I just wanted to respond, but I felt that my mouth was dry and I couldn't make a sound.

Qing Fan said: "Why are you so persistent, people know how to let go, so that they can live comfortably." ”

I shook my head, disagreed with what Qing Fan said, got up and poured myself a cup of tea and drank it at the table, took a good breath, felt my throat moisturize, and said: "There is only one life, and you can never turn back, if I only live for the sake of living, what is the difference between that and stealing a life?" ”

Qing Fan sighed and said, "Persistence, in the end, often make mistakes again and again, and die of obsession." ”

I was about to kneel down and beg the green fan to accept me, but I was caught by the fan in his hand in mid-air, and he said, "Don't kneel, I'm not dead yet." That's it, it's all bad fate, I accept you. However, you must promise me that for five years, you will not have any revenge, but concentrate on learning from me. ”

I was overjoyed, nodded vigorously, and automatically ignored the word 'evil fate' in the mouth of the green fan, this year's body is ten years old, and five years later it will be time, and the time is just right.

Qing Fan said: "Don't do any apprenticeship, I don't like that." ”

I obediently said, "Yes, Master." ”

This sound of the master made the green fan a little trance, and he was stunned for a while before he reacted, and said: "Well, there is nothing to give you for the teacher, you take this peach blossom fan, and it can be regarded as returning to the original owner." ”

I took the peach blossom fan in the hand of the green fan, the maroon fan bone was shining, there was a faint residual temperature at the fan C, and the fan surface was a piece of peach blossoms, blood red, fluttering in the wind. This fan must be cherished by the green fan, otherwise how could it be so brand-new. Since you cherish it so much, why did you give it to me, I expressed the question in my heart: "Why did Master say that things should be returned to their original owners?" ”

"This fan was originally entrusted to me by the deceased to keep it, and now, you are about to become the heir of the peach blossom recipe, and the peach fan should also be yours."

"The heir of the Peach Blossom Jue?"

Qing Fan changed his posture, put his elbows on the table, supported his head with his palms, looked at me extremely charmingly, saw my heart beat faster, and he said, "Do you think I am beautiful?" ”

Beauty... But I didn't dare to say, no matter how charming the green fan was, how could a man use the word 'beauty' to describe it, I swallowed my saliva and said, "Why does Master ask this? ”

"There are 12 layers of peach blossom tricks, and every layer of cultivation will be charming, and when you cultivate to 12 layers, you will be captivating the country and the city. The peach blossom recipe will not only make people beautiful, but also smooth out the traces left by the years. Look at me, I'm obviously in the age of no confusion, but I look like you're the same size. ”

"Then what level is Master on now?"

The green fan gestured three fingers to me.

I couldn't believe it: "Three... Three floors? ”

Qing Fan nodded and said, "The Peach Blossom Recipe is only passed on to people who are related by blood, and it is useless for outsiders to learn it, and I... It's a bit of an edge, so you can only learn three layers. ”

I was surprised: "Only three layers have made Master like this, those twelve layers are ......."

"Legend has it that when the peach blossom technique reaches the top, the eyes will turn red, and if you glance at it, you will hook people's souls, and if you are not a strong-willed person, you can't resist. But not everyone can practice to the twelfth layer, as far as the master knows, the most powerful cultivator in the world of the Peach Blossom Technique has only cultivated to the sixth layer. ”

Hearing this, I was a little puzzled, the peach blossom recipe is so powerful, and the people in the world who have practiced the peach blossom recipe only know about the green fan. And the green fan said that the peach blossom recipe is only passed on to people who are related by blood, so how can I learn it? How could the green fan be sure that I was the owner of this peach blossom fan, so he said to the green fan: "Since the peach blossom recipe is only passed on to people who are related by blood, then I ......"

As if he knew that I had this question, the green fan smiled: "You drip blood into the peach blossom fan to see." ”

I wondered, but I did it. I opened the fan as the green fan said, and the peach petals flew on it, and I reached out and pulled out the dagger at my waist, and slashed the knife at my index finger. The blood gradually overflowed, condensed into a drop, and dripped down the peach blossom fan.

The blood spread instantly on the surface of the fan, drawing three blood-red peach petals.

I looked at the green fan in confusion, waiting for his next step.

Qing Fan looked at the three peach blossoms in disbelief, opened his mouth leisurely, and said: "I think at the beginning, my blood only melted one piece, but at this time you have three pieces, from this point of view, you are indeed the owner of the peach blossom fan." ”

Qing Fan pointed to the peach petals on the fan surface and said to me: "The stronger your blood is involved, the more peach petals will drip out, and three pieces will be dripped out, indicating that you are born with the potential of the third layer of the peach blossom formula, and after you learn the breakthrough of the third layer, it is absolutely no problem to move towards the fourth layer." ”

I said, "This peach blossom recipe is so powerful, how come I have never heard of anyone else learning it except for Master throughout the ages?" ”

Qing Fan smiled: "If anyone can practice the Peach Blossom Technique, then it won't be powerful." It is precisely because of this trick that I picked someone and took it away, but it was just a waste book. He raised his hand and took a sip of tea, and continued: "Nalan Mu, this name is a bit long, what should I call you?" ”

"If Master doesn't dislike it, even though my parents call me Mu'er."

Qing Fan nodded and said, "Mu'er, let me tell you a story." ”