In spring, the drizzle is often not large, but it lasts for a long time.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, He Qingqing held a roll of rice paper and stood under the lintel of "Furong Yixue". Several teachers graciously sent umbrellas over, but they were politely refused.

She saw that the sky on the other side of Yunshan was bright and spreading out here, and she knew that the rain would soon stop. Borrowing an umbrella to return an umbrella, the trouble is dead.

For the past month, she has been dreaming, wishing she would never wake up.

Today's Flower God Festival, the school is not in class, many activities are held, and the children scream with joy. I'm staying in my dorm room or classroom, waiting for dinner.

Seeing that there was no one left and right, He Qingqing secretly unfolded a roll of rice paper.

With light ink brushstrokes, the painting depicts a ranger looking up at the sun.

This is the eighteenth and best portrait she has ever painted. Since I have never learned to write a fine brush, I can only sketch with lines from memory. The most difficult thing to draw is the face, and I am always not satisfied, so I simply change it to the side.

I remembered that the boy spoke to everyone before leaving, with a serious expression on his face. When it came to the end, she blushed and wanted to laugh.

"The turbid world is surging, and every humble life struggles for survival, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. Therefore, it is necessary to create the best conditions for the preachers to attract them. Remember, all teachers, plus schools, are not as important as the children they teach.

"I'm not a great good person, I don't need to understand. You have a lot of doubts, and there will be more in the future, so I hold them all back. Orders are given and must be carried out to the letter...... Well, there's a special case. He Qingqing...... That one...... How can I say that it is not subject to school rules...... The security must be done well, Yu Pimple is personally responsible, and she cannot be hindered from her freedom...... Whether to teach or not, and how to teach, is up to her. “

There was a coughing sound from behind, and when I turned around, I saw Yu Pimple lowering her eyebrows, leading Teacher Yao, a female red class with a big umbrella, standing five steps away.

"Miss, the old slave thinks, is it up to Teacher Yao to send you home?"

He Qingqing hurriedly hid the portrait behind him, stomped his feet in annoyance, and said angrily:

"Oops, Uncle Yu. I've said it countless times, don't call yourself an 'old slave', you're still like that. “

Yu pimple agreed honestly.

"Yes, yes, the old slave must remember."

Teacher Yao had already taken aim at the young man in the portrait, a mature woman in her forties, what did she not understand? Immediately pursed his lips and smiled:

"Qingqing girl, the rain will not stop for a while. This umbrella is big enough to cover three or four people. ”

The teacher who was originally invited looked at the top, thinking that Yu Pimple was just a porter and a handyman, and he was inevitably commanding. Half a month ago, Dengfeng County Ling personally came to the door to deliver the plaque. Everyone knew that he was not only the big proprietor of the school, but also an authentic Xiao Narcissus, so scared that several people fled overnight.

The old man was still a porter and a handyman, and he was not polite to anyone. Only in front of He Qingqing, he called himself an "old slave", and he couldn't change it.

The teachers are not stupid, and there are many discussions.

The real owner of this strange school is probably the son of Dan Qiusheng, the sect leader of the Xiaoshui Sword Sect. He Qingqing's identity is self-evident. In fact, they didn't even know whether Danqiu was a monk or a Huoju Daoist, and whether he had a son.

"Thank you, please go back. My home is not far away, and the spring rain is about to stop. ”

Seeing He Qingqing's resolute attitude, Teacher Yao left first.

Yu Pimple was about to leave, when he suddenly looked dazed and tiptoed towards the door.

He Qingqing was startled, and hurriedly turned around and looked at the other party's line of sight. I saw that on the big stone tablet on the front lawn, in the little hole on the top of the word "ark", a fluffy little guy came out, and it was an emerald green blue bird.

Ah, Miss Dong once said that there will definitely be swallows and sparrows to make nests, and she was really blinded.

"Miss, go quickly, the old slave is here to stop you."

Yu pimple urged mana, stepped out of the gate with his arms outstretched, and swallowed mountains and rivers on the steps. However, the bird was gone.

The Archmage blinked in confusion for a while, then turned his head to look, frightened.

He Qingqing squatted down, and was slowly stretching his hand to the blue bird on the ground, and said softly:

"Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing, I'm Qingqing. Look, our names are the same, hee...... I've never seen your little friend here, so I've flown a long way, who are you going to visit? Look at how unhappy you looked, what kind of grievances have you suffered, tell my sister about ......"

The blue bird ignored it and walked straight to the half-drooping portrait in Yiren's left hand with a solemn gait.

"Oh, you want to see him. I'll only show you, not others, hehe......"

He Qingqing turned sideways and straightened the lower part of the scroll with his hands.

Yu's pimpled black face instantly turned gray, and he quietly reached into his arms and pinched a piece of rune paper. Who knew that the blue bird was partial to his brain, and his eyes were like lightning.

The archmage froze as if he had been immobilized. Cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, mixed with rain, but he couldn't see anything abnormal.

The blue bird walked to a foot in front of the portrait and stopped, raised its little brain and looked at it carefully, and flew.

He Qingqing exclaimed:

"Ouch, don't break it."

Hurriedly pulled the paper away, but it was still too late.

In a trance, it seemed that the blue bird hit the ranger's face and rubbed it with his brain, and then pulled it up vertically.

She hurriedly checked that the drawing was not broken.

There was a slight immersion of water in the ink, and the lines were distorted and spreading. But it made Xintianyou's side face more plump and accurate, lifelike, and he almost turned his head to look at it.

He Qingqing's eyes widened, and when she looked at it again, she was a little confused.

"Qingqing, what's wrong, what are you shouting?"

With the sound of clattering footsteps, Ma Cuihua trotted out from behind the shadow wall.

He Qingqing hurriedly stood up, rolled the drawing paper into a tube, and said, "It's nothing...... Auntie, there's a blue bird, look. ”

"Where, where ......"

Ma Cuihua searched around and found the bluebird squatting on the top of a tall fortune tree potted in front of the shadow wall. He tilted his little brain and looked at them back and forth, seemingly confused.

"It's so cute, if only we had a home here."

The two girls spoke almost in unison.

A large group of people turned out, and it was Lao Qingde, the mountain chief of Yixue, Ma Kong, Qian Mingli, Lu Gui, Zhao Jia, and two other merchants.

The merchant is a spy of the secret investigation department, the confidant of the commander Zhang Muzhi, and when he arrived in the afternoon, he frightened Lao Fuzi. Zhao Jia, who arrived yesterday, knew the two of them, and several men chatted for a long time behind closed doors. Originally, Yu Pimple was invited, but he didn't go. said that as long as I guard the door, I don't need to use my brain.

Ma Cuihua went in to add tea a few times, and heard "Wang Party, Hou Party" sporadically, and was not interested at all.

Lao Qingde stood still and groaned:

"There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit. It is the predecessor of the phoenix and the messenger of the Queen Mother of the West. Once you fly, there will be good news...... Good omen, good omen! ”

Everyone chimed in and laughed.

Something weird happened.

The emerald green bird turned its brain, looking back and forth at He Qingqing, Ma Cuihua, Lao Qingde, and Ma Kong, disdainful of others.

The ignorant are indeed fearless! Yu Pimple gasped, and found that what the blue bird paid attention to was precisely the four people who drank a bowl of "divine water" from the believer.

Lao Qingde, who was at the forefront, saw Yu Pimple standing in the rain outside the door, and asked in surprise:

"Uncle Yu, you are ......"

Although Yumu Pimple is uneducated, he has been cultivated in the Xiaoshui Sword School for thirty years, and he has never eaten pork and never seen a pig run away? Wittily, his chest straightened, his arms were stretched out, and he turned his back to the sky, and slowly groaned:

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is the ......"

Ah, Xuanmen monk, sure enough, ordinary people can understand!

A group of people looked at him with admiration, but none of them thought to pull him into the house, nor did they hand him an umbrella.

The image of a master outside the world only lasted for five seconds, and he squatted down on the wet steps with a buttocks.

With a flash of green light, the bluebird flew out of the school and burrowed into the stone monument.

The next day, Ma Ma Liang, two secret detective spies took Qian Mingli, Lu Gui, and Zhao Jia and left in a hurry.

In the morning, when He Qingqing ran to look, the blue bird had already disappeared. She lingered sullenly for a while, very melancholy.

Yu pimple sneakily glanced at the stone tablet and found that the hole was empty. Finally, with a long breath, the rickety waist immediately straightened.