Shangfeng was silent and said, "I'll take back Fang Cai's words." ”

Seeing that he yawned several times in a row, and saw that his eyelids were already unable to open, he persuaded, "You spirit birds have always rested early, so you should go back early." This night rainbow is rare, I will sit and watch it for a while. ”

Shangfeng glanced at the mist, his eyes moved to the top, swept past the two halls of Huaguang and Miaoqing, and stopped at the tower of the Chengdao Palace, his eyes were complicated.

He turned his head sideways at Ah Jin and smiled, "Then I'll go back first, and you can go back to rest earlier." ”

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After sitting for a long time, in front of such a cold moon and blue lake, I gently hummed the song that Master Qingxu had sung and listened to me: "

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On a cold night, on the other side of the mountain, the clouds came out.

Small fireside, singing a ballad, scalding pot wine.

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Before the white dew, the wheat was not ripe, and it was early autumn.

Before leaving, sing a ballad, and scald the pot of wine.

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The phoenix wants to be warm, the first stamen, the grass has not withered, and the ears are tasseled.

The dew is still scarce, the leaves are already green, how old are they in the mountains?" [ Quoted from HITA "Picking Rose"]

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When I was a child, every time there was a thunderstorm on a mountain night, I would be so frightened that I would run to the front room to wake up Qingshan, sometimes I accompanied myself to a game of chess to pass the thunderstorm night, more often, Qingshan was hiding in the quilt to pretend to sleep, but I was sorry to shrink on the chair and wait for the thunderstorm to pass. There was a time when it seemed to be the middle of summer, and there was often thunder and torrential rain at night, and I couldn't sleep well every night. Until one morning, Master Qingxu saw my black and blue eyes that I had been wearing every day for the past few days, and twisted his eyebrows and asked the reason, so I added fuel and vinegar to tell Master Qingshan that he was pretending to be asleep without righteousness. Later, every thunderstorm night, Master Qingxu would come to my mud house to accompany me. Sometimes, when Master saw that I was sleeping unsteadily, he would gently hum a ballad and listen to me, Master's voice was usually very clear, but when he hummed a ballad, it was very mellow and good, and it always made me sleep peacefully. Until now, dreams are often filled with such low chanting.

The Half Moon Lake in front of me somehow receded and the mist receded, gradually revealing the hexagonal pointed pavilion in the middle, and I looked over. This look scared me, it turned out that Master Xiaolian was leaning against him in the pavilion with his eyes closed, and I don't know if he had just come over, or was it ...... I was already there when I was talking to Shangfeng just now, and I suddenly remembered that Shicai seemed to have said that Master Xiaolian was not as good as Master Qingxu, thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat on my back, and looked at Master Xiaolian who seemed to be still sleeping in a daze, and struggled in my heart for a while, and decided to sneak away. I tiptoed to my feet, and tiptoed up to leave.

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"Good singing, come here, sing it to me a few more times. ”

As soon as he wanted to refuse politely, he was pulled into the pavilion by a belt made of water mist. An endgame was being played on the octagonal table. Master Xiaolian put a pillow in one hand, leaned on the purple lotus-patterned couch, and looked at me with his eyes.

I didn't see him angry, my heart was slightly relieved, and I sneered, "That...... Master Xiaolian, it's getting late, Ah Jin should go back and rest early, so that tomorrow's class will be more energetic, right?"

"I remember someone saying that I was a scheming master. Master Xiaolian sat up and straightened his robe, dusted off the dust that he hadn't seen at all, moved the cushion behind him, and looked at me with his hands leaning against the pavilion pillars, his eyes slightly raised.

“...... Master, which passage would you like to hear? Do you want to hear the first half or the second half, or do you want the disciple to sing it in its entirety?" I knew Master Xiaolian's temperament, and seeing that his face was really a little dangerous, I knew that the timing was not good at the moment, so I hurriedly put on a dog-legged smile.

So, on this night when no story could have happened at all, some stories happened. It's just because he said those few gossips with Shangfeng for a while, which provoked Master Xiaolian and made him miserable.

The girl standing next to the pavilion pillar has a light spirit. Before the face could be unfolded, the face was already a very beautiful description of elegance and vulgarity. He suddenly remembered the words "There is no beauty in the world, and it is special for thousands of years", which is suitable for her now.

Holding her arms and listening to her singing like beads, her voice was soft and crisp, and between singing, she also found an opportunity to look at her own expression, and there were many expressions of regret and self-blame between her eyebrows, and she looked very delicate and innocent. He was slightly stunned for a moment, and then raised his hand to turn a piano from the Half Moon Lake, and played a tune to her tune.

When he sang the sixth song with a dry mouth, he put on a sincere face and begged, "Master Xiaolian, I can only sing so much, if you want to listen to anything else, when Master Qingxu comes back, I will learn it again, and I will sing it to you later, okay?"

Xiaolian turned his head, and the sound of water sounded. The watered piano was waved by him into the Half Moon Lake, and the instrument instantly turned into one with the water, and there was no longer a string to be seen.

Seeing that Master Xiaolian poured a cup of tea, he hurriedly stretched out his hands to take it, and felt that Master Xiaolian at this time was still a good master who could sympathize with my dry and hoarse throat, but when I saw that the cup of tea was sent to Master Xiaolian's own mouth, I was stunned for a moment, and quietly glared at him, so I had to take another cup and pour it for myself, and slandered it wantonly in my heart.

"What else?"

"I ......" I just wanted to say that my chess game was good all the time, but after thinking about it, if Master Xiaolian was interested at this time, how good would it be if I wanted to play a few games of chess with him, so I told Master Xiaolian that he was only a shallow learner, and he didn't have any decent skills for his old man's entertainment.

"I see you're doing a good job of painting these pictures. He said lightly.

Seeing a few pieces of paper on Master Xiaolian's hand, I curiously leaned over to take a look, and this look surprised me again, this ...... These drawings are the graffiti I used to pass the time in class, and there is also a picture of an old master blowing his beard and staring. Looking at these evidences that I had not studied well, I was shocked and frightened and thought of a few countermeasures in a thousand turns, and now I immediately knelt at the feet of Master Xiaolian and wept to admit my mistakes and swear that I must study hard in the future, so that I can be worthy of the world and the earth, and be worthy of the master? Or do I pretend to be stupid and not admit that it is my masterpiece? After two considerations, I sneered and said, "Master is really overrated, these are all things that Ah Jin has free time after school and draws and plays at will." "I just thought about it, Master Xiaolian may not know that I was secretly drawing in class, if I say something to intercede at this time, wouldn't I be sorry to confess? Thinking about this, I feel that such a reply is very leaky.

"Well, in this way, you can still learn so easily in the two times of schoolwork and magic practice, then, in my opinion, it is time for you to learn more things, so as not to say it, and think that I, a disciple taught by Chunxu Mountain, have no skills. ”

"......" I was stunned for a long time, but I couldn't say a word.

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When I was lying in bed and sleeping at night, I was still thinking about the rare night rainbow today, but I had caused so much trouble to myself, and I was annoyed and fell asleep in a daze. I didn't dream until dawn. When I got up in the morning, I combed my hair in front of the bronze mirror, and when I combed my hair, I suddenly remembered that I had answered the master of Xiaolian last night, and I had to go to his hall every day to clean up. At that time, I was still reacting quickly, putting on a look of eagerness to do some filial piety for Master, and expressing my helplessness that I really couldn't cross Half Moon Lake to clean the dormitory for Master. However, it can't compare to the extremely thick skin of a certain character, but Master Xiaolian said, "Then start practicing the Flying Escape Technique." ”

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After pulling my hair, I didn't even have the heart to eat breakfast, so I rushed to the door of the male disciple's dormitory and waited, wanting to wait for Mo Yan to come out and ask a question about the Flying Technique. When he walked to the door, he didn't wait for Mo Yan, but met the senior brother Yanhua who had just come back from nowhere. Zheng Songsong lifted a long sword with the wrong pearl in his hand, and looked at the sweaty sideburns on his forehead, and it was about time to go to sword practice. Senior Brother Yanhua smiled at me warmly, and the ebony black pupils seemed to have a rising sun, shining brightly.

The senior brother asked me what I was from, and I thought that the senior brother probably knew more about the homework technique than Mo Yanlai, so I told him that the master wanted me to practice the Flying Escape Technique within a month, "Senior Brother, do you say that this Flying Escape Technique is easy to practice?"

"Now that you have summoned the Impa, the qi in your body is already flexible. It's easy to practice flying, but it's just ...... For mortals, if they want to learn the Flying Technique, it has always taken several years, even if they are born in an immortal family and meet those with good qualifications, it will take more than a month to practice. After Yan Hua finished speaking, he was also stunned, and he was puzzled, "Why is Master Xiaolian so orderly?"

I felt a little resentful in my heart, "Why did Master Xiaolian torture me so much?"

If Senior Brother Mo Yan or Qingshan were to "comfort" me like this, "Is this still torture? This is considered light!" But Senior Brother looked at me warmly and said, "Although I don't know why Master Xiaolian is like this, although you will definitely not be able to cultivate within a month, at least, I can help you." ”

The elder brother's expression was gentle and soft, like a cloud, which made my heart tremble, for no reason, my face suddenly became a little hot, I felt a little strange, and I was a little overwhelmed, and after stabilizing my mind a little, I thanked the senior brother.

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It's been a hard time. At the end of the morning, I had to go to the practice ground in Shuhai to wait for Master Xiaolian, and Master Xiaolian had always been unpunctual.

Sometimes, when I went according to the hour, I saw that Master Xiaolian was already waiting, and whenever I came to such a time, Master Xiaolian would always say that I was a disciple, and I should never let Master wait for Yunyun. Sometimes, I went early, but Master Xiaolian came very late, I pouted and said that as a master, I should also set an example, at this time, Master Xiaolian didn't say much about me, but just practiced me hard, saying that he was a master after all, and he should have taught him so devotedly.

Every afternoon when there was nothing to do, Senior Brother Yanhua would help me intensify my practice. Fortunately, the senior brother has a gentle temperament, not as moody as Master Xiaolian, when he helps me practice, he always talks to me gently and mellowly, and occasionally makes mistakes, and he will carefully remind and demonstrate, which makes me very moved. This two-day practice has really made me improve a lot, but it has also made me a little guilty.

It's just that the senior brother's eyes are gradually getting better, perhaps, he remembered that he had said that it would take a few years for mortals to practice and escape, and now that January has not passed the halfway point, I have made rapid progress, thinking about it, it must be that the senior brother feels that his previous words are really a bit of a slap in the face. Fortunately, I know the human feelings here, so I took care of the senior brother's face, and never laughed at him in front of him.