The newly harvested radish heads have lived in the outer gate for a month, during which a lecturer has taught them some basic knowledge, as well as discovering their talents and giving them some guidance, so that they can know what they like and practice in the future.

Anyway, time flies.

The newcomers all changed into the white shirts and blue coats of Qiuhuamen, combed their hair in the same bun, and knelt in front of the main hall in a regular manner, waiting for their apprenticeship.

Because the rule of Qiuhua Mountain is that the disciple chooses the master.

Fu Wan also hung on the main seat like a piece of pork, waiting to see if anyone picked her.

No one has picked on her for hundreds of years, and she doesn't panic at all.

The first to pick were the outer disciples, and everyone was very happy, because the monks in charge of the outer gate were very down-to-earth, after all, there were more people in contact.

When I got to the inner door, it was the older little beggar who picked it up.

Fu Wan sat in a daze, her eyes were gentle and compassionate, and everyone felt that her gaze seemed to fall on her, as if she hadn't seen anything.

Everyone looked at the little beggar who hadn't spoken ten words for a month, thinking to themselves that this master who looked so twisted and didn't know if there was a master he wanted to worship.

The little beggar still lowered his head and said in a dumb voice: "Disciple Ajing, I am willing to worship the head of the sect Qingshuang Jun as a teacher." ”

Fu Wan had no waves in his heart, and confirmed it, estimating that this was a little villain, after all, such an autistic and twisted appearance can grow into a bright and brilliant five-good young man. And the original body hasn't received an apprentice for hundreds of years, and she received it as soon as she came, so it's not his fault.

"Okay." Song Wu furrowed his eyebrows slightly, and his expression was gentle.

The little beggar was still drooping his eyebrows, his ten fingers in his sleeves were buckled into the flesh, trembling slightly, and the sticky blood was flowing in the hot palm.

Good, she agreed.

Fu Wan stretched out his hand to pass the little beggar's forehead, and his forehead was cold, "Mutated spirit root, the qualifications are barely enough to be a disciple of this monarch." As soon as her voice fell, she said calmly: "It's just that you have a bad temperament, and you have to change it in the future." ”

The little beggar pursed his lips and did not answer.

Fu Wan said, "Stand down." ”

Her attitude was very different from that of those monks who accepted outer disciples, she was too cold and direct, as if with malice, and the outer disciples who had just finished worshipping their master were shocked.

The big guy is so forced.

Another disciple chose Du Lin without surprise, after all, Du Lin has a good temperament and is erudite.

Du Lin is very fond of the newly recruited disciples, who doesn't like young people with good qualifications, bright personalities and enterprising spirits?

Lu Lingling almost jumped up directly and hugged and shouted at his junior brother, but was stopped by Du Lin, and looked at the little junior brother reluctantly, barely reserved.

Fu Wan has thought about it, Bai Yueguang, it must be unattainable.

It's really easy to get caught and overwhelmed if it's too close!

So she felt that she had to be cold to her little apprentice, but of course she couldn't be bad. In short, keep the original owner cold but compassionate and kind character.

The little beggar followed her to the deserted Wuchu Palace, looked around, and then followed her in silence.

Fu Wan thought for a while and said, "Do you remember what your last name is?" ”

The little beggar shook his head silently.

Fu Wan said: "Then follow my surname Song, and I will be called Song Jing in the future." ”

"Okay." This time, he spoke, in a low tone.

Fu Wan was very satisfied with his silence and coldness, nodded, picked a room for him at random, and said, "You will live here in the future, don't come out if you have nothing to do, I don't like to make noise." ”

He threw the books he was going to get started with, and said lightly: "Learn it yourself, finish it within a year, and if you don't know, you can ask me." ”

After saying this, Fu Wan turned around and left nobly and coldly.

Suddenly, the door was slammed shut by her.

Finish.

Song Jing looked at the book on the ground that was half his height and held it in his arms, first his eyes were gloomy and sickly, and then he actually laughed distortedly.

He held the book on the ground, raised his face to look at Song Wu's room, pursed his lips, and lowered his head again. He hated his gloomy inferiority, he hated his ominousness, he felt like a puddle of mud that should keep rotting.

The young man's dark eyes flashed with thick unhappiness and distortion and turned into hatred, but slowly turned into confusion and doubt, and even with a hint of expectation.

Shizun is not such a person, she is so beautiful...... As soon as he saw her, he felt familiar, familiar.

Even, he knew that she would call him Ah Jing.

How could it be...... So what?

He thought of her calm and compassionate appearance, and suddenly he wanted to be close to her. Take off her moon, which hung in the sky of the cultivation realm, and wrap it in his black robe, so that no one can see it.

But when he thought of himself wanting to be close to someone as noble as her, he began to feel disgusting and ...... Unworthy.

Fu Wan didn't know the mood of the little villain, she practiced for a while and felt a little bored.

The original body is a cold character.,Although it has a part of the influence on her.,But it's only a part.。

Fu Wan decided to go out and blow the wind.

Behind the main hall is a mountain cliff, there are misty clouds and smoke everywhere, Fu Wan sat in front of the cliff and poured himself a cup of spiritual tea, and couldn't help but feel that this day is very good.

She thought about it, lit a burner of incense on the stone table, and took out the guqin to play a song.

After all, the environment is elegant.

As soon as Song Jing came over, Fu Wan noticed it, but now this mountain is also his territory, so Fu Wan ignored it, and simply finished playing it directly, before turning sideways and saying, "Come out." ”

Song Jing gave her a bow in silence before saying, "The disciple has a question and wants to ask the teacher." ”

Fu Wan said, "You say." ”

He said several questions in a row, and Fu Wan told him one by one, and then praised, "Your understanding is very good." ”

It's a little better than the original, of course, Fu Wan won't say it directly.

The boy pursed his lips and remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Wan turned around and left directly, "If you have any questions, just shake the bell." ”

The cold light flashed, and the bell that had been snow-white appeared in the palm of his hand.

He raised his face, and Song Wu was gone. His previously silent eyes began to flash some inexplicable emotions, such as piety and paranoia.

He stared silently at the bell, which looked a little too good, and silently tucked it away carefully in the clothes on his chest.

It didn't take long for Fu Wan to sense that he was ringing the bell.

She pinched a trick casually, and immediately appeared in front of him, and said lightly: "What's the matter?" ”

As soon as Song Jing was about to speak, his stomach grunted. Song Wu's body had no appetite, Fu Wan also forgot about this stubble, thought about it, picked up Song Jing's neck and flew out.

Undefeated peach blossoms and pear blossoms bloom at the door.

Fu Wan pinched a trick, and the peach blossoms and pear blossoms quickly withered, and then gave birth to thick green leaves, and then grew delicate peaches and pears.

Fu Wan raised his hand and picked a few and handed them to him, "These fruits carry aura, you can last a day if you eat one." ”

Song Jing raised his face and looked at her instead of looking at the fruit. The girl's snow-white face was as transparent as jade in the sunlight, like a god.

Fu Wan didn't know what he meant, frowned, and said, "You don't like this?" ”

Song Jing shook his head, silently accepted the fruit given by Fu Wan, and said cautiously: "No." ”

Fu Wan really didn't understand what he meant by his screwed face and silence.

Forget it, whatever he means.

Curiosity kills cats.