"If it weren't for the change in the heavens, the poor monk should have no chance to see each other after the death of Miss Zhan's mother, and it was also a fate, looking at Miss Zhan's face, it seems that she has been mixed with congenital defects, so it may be possible for the poor monk to take a look at Miss Zhan's pulse?" Shanyuan didn't seem to notice the defense of the girl in front of her, but just put down the cup in her hand, folded her hands, and lowered her eyes and said.

The girl's hands under the black sleeves tightened, and the narrow amber eyes looked at the monk in front of her for a long time, and laughed leisurely: "Then ask Master Shanyuan to take a look at Zhanqing!"

The dark tide under her eyes was surging, but her left hand was neatly stretched out to the table, revealing her fair and slender wrist, and she looked at the bald monk in front of her.

Shanyuan took a deep look at the calm-looking girl in front of her, put her fingers between her wrists, and lowered her eyes to be silent.

Half ringing, before putting down his hand.

"Is there a way for the master to make up for this congenital deficiency?" The girl smiled lightly and withdrew her hand.

"Yes, yes, it just depends on whether Miss Zhan is willing."

"If there really is, Zhan Qing is willing."

"It may be presumptuous, Miss Zhan is willing to enter my door, congenital deficiency disease, need to be slowly made up, not only herbal medicine, but also need to practice internal strength. My Buddhist's internal strength is soft, and Miss Zhan's practice is also beneficial to the body. ”

"Miss Zhan doesn't have to worry, you don't have to shave your degree into my door, it's just fate."

"Really?" Zen Yuan continued to ask, his voice soft.

"If it is a master of good fate, Zhan Qing is very willing." The corners of Yin's red lips turned up slightly, and there was a little more smile in the girl's tone.

……

It was dark and creaked.

January bowed his head: "Miss, dinner has been prepared, can I go back to Zizhu Courtyard now?"

"Good!" Zhan Qing nodded.

In Zizhu Courtyard, after dinner, Zhan Qing propped his hand on the chair, supported his chin, and said softly: "In January, I just worshipped good fate as a teacher."

January, who was wiping her hair with a handkerchief, paused slightly, and then said: "It's good for Miss, it's good, if Miss General doesn't want him to know, January won't say it."

"It's okay, if he asks about you, he will tell the truth, but the relationship between master and apprentice is unknown to others." Amber eyes narrowed slightly, and the girl remembered the simple apprenticeship ceremony, just inserting incense, and even kneeling and worshipping didn't need it, and this person was really a wonderful person.

"Yes, January knows." January lowered her eyes and carefully wiped the black hair in her hands.

On the second day, Zhan Qing sent a letter to the general's mansion, saying that he would live in Baoshan Temple for half a month to copy Buddhist scriptures for his father and mother, which was also filial piety.

When Zhan Yun received the letter, he frowned, but he didn't say anything, just took the letter into his arms and asked the person who came to deliver the letter to go back and continue to guard Zhan Qing.

After the rain in Qingming, the sun is shining.

In the Zizhu Courtyard, through the wide open low window, you can see a girl with amber eyes dressed in black and covered with hair, sitting cross-legged on a cushion, her hands slowly flipping through the old yellowed Buddhist scriptures on the desk.

Very bored.

Someone walked from the purple bamboo forest, walking on the withered yellow bamboo leaves without a sound, which shows that he is a master of the house.

The sun was blocked, and as soon as Zhan Qing turned his head, he saw the bald monk looking at her against the light outside the low window, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"I thought that the master stayed in Zhanqing to teach some peerless martial arts, but I didn't want you to throw me so many Buddhist scriptures." As he spoke, his fingers brushed over the half-arm-high sutra on the table.

"You are too irritable, reading and writing more Buddhist scriptures is good for your body and mind."

"The apprentice is already dizzy, do you still want to copy?" Zhanqing's eyes were gloomy and full of resentment.

She wrote a letter to her eldest brother to copy Buddhist scriptures, but she didn't want to copy it!

"You have to copy it, and when you finish reading and writing these Buddhist scriptures, you will come to the teacher to practice." After saying that, he turned around and left, his pure white sleeves fluttering in the air, ignoring the miserable wail of the black-clothed girl in the low window.