After so many days, no one came over from the Dalin Mountain, and the stabbing thing was probably over.

I don't know if the dean knows about it.

Yiluo is the dean's own disciple, if he knows, it may not be so simple.

The elder wanted to ask if the dean was in retreat.

"If they really want to ask, you will throw the token to them, saying that it is to atone for their crimes, and they have been removed from the position of Elder Qingyan."

Qingyan enthusiastically gave him ideas.

The old man didn't know if she really thought this or if she was joking, but she didn't express her opinion.

The four courtyards were all rebuilt, and the council hall could no longer accommodate the disciples.

For the new disciples, the accommodation will be solved by their respective masters.

The gentleman, covered in copper stench and unknown origin, spent his first night at the academy laying on the floor in a small building with green smoke.

Qian Qi'er really has too much money, with a gold necklace and jade forehead, gold bracelets, gold anklets, and even the cover is golden, the quilt is with gold wire, and she also said to the other two that she should keep a low profile.

Want to keep a low profile?

Does he really understand what it really means to be low-key?

He was really low-key when he came, and he was seriously injured and almost died, and he couldn't get high-profile.

Later, when school started, Mr. Qian personally sent things up the mountain.

He alone had filled half of the cabinet and under the desk.

Master gave him special accommodation, so that his valuables could be locked in the storeroom so that they would not be lost, and the food would be placed in the east kitchen so that it would not stink after a long time.

The gentleman's house is in the town down the hill, and he doesn't bring many things.

Actually, there are quite a few.

The least is that the source is unknown, he seems to have only brought a few clothes, and the cover is issued by the college.

The unknown origin is disgusted, covered with copper stench, shining gold, piercing eyes, and unwilling to be next to him.

The gentleman didn't want to be squeezed in the middle and be sandwiched by two people.

Eventually, the grey covering, of unknown origin, was squeezed into the middle.

Unknown source: "......"

In the evening, Qingyan came back from the fire shed with a few sharp lancets.

Covered with copper smell, he wanted to sleep on the side of the screen and be close to his father, but the gentleman didn't let him, and he wanted to sue when he saw the master come back.

With a mouth, I saw that the master had three knives in one hand, swallowed his saliva, and went to pour tea for the master.

"Master, you're back."

Qingyan finished drinking the water and looked at him with a frown, "Why don't you go to bed if the injury is not healed?" ”

Covered in copper stench, he hurriedly ran to the golden bunk and lay down.

They had long heard that the master liked to use his hands and didn't like to use his mouth, and even the people in the mountains were casually pierced in their hearts.

Qingyan glanced at his clothes and quilts, "Isn't it a woman's habit to wear gold and silver?" ”

He is a dignified seven-foot man, and he has been wearing it for 16 years.

He disagreed very much, but the master had a knife in his hand, and he didn't dare to speak.

Qingyan used cloth and oil to maintain the blade, and the three on the ground were quite honest.

The door was closed, the light was blown, she lay down, and everything was calm.

After a while.

"Is Master asleep?"

A very low voice sounded, the kind that spoke in an angry voice.

"I don't know." It's still an air sound.

"You're so close that you won't take a look?" Disgusted breath sounds.

"You can't see it when the screen is in the way."

"Stupid, dig a hole!"

"You girl, how do you dig it!"

"Don't have scissors? I've got a pair of gold scissors here. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, just take it!"

"I've got it for you."

"No, when was it given to me?"

"I just gave it."

The sound of gasping for breath seemed to be frightened.

"Are you sleepwalking or are you a ghost?"

Someone fumbles around and finds his own dog's teeth.

"I'm your father! Are you so loud trying to wake up Master? ”

"It's clear that you're loud, and you're still kicking me?"

The man behind the screen had already sat up.

"Shall I call your dad?"

The quiet female voice, cold, seemed to float up from under the ground.

There was a stumbling and squirming, and someone grabbed the dog's tooth and the peachwood sword to protect the body.

"Who's Dad?" Normal-sized volume, cold with a smile.

"Daddy is Daddy." The female voice is close, close to the ear.

The dark room suddenly lit up with a fire, reflecting a face with a cloak of hair.

"Mom! Hell! ”

On both sides of the bunk, two frightened little disciples screamed again and again, hiding in the quilt and shivering.

The young man lying in the middle of the bunk, with a calm face, stretched out his hand and brushed away his long hair, which was almost scorched by the candlelight.

"It's late at night." He said lightly.

It seemed to remind her that it was time to sleep.

"You also know that it's late at night, so it's still noisy for me?"

The green smoke candlestick was placed heavily, and the candle oil dripped on the boy's bed.

Boy: "......"

Boy: What's the matter with me?

The boy handed out a pair of golden scissors.

There was no sound of speech in the back, only a strange sound.

The trembling people on both sides of the bunk showed their eyes out of the quilt and watched as Master cut their quilt with gold scissors.

Qingyan cut a boxy piece of cloth and hooked his hand at the copper smell all over his body.

Covered with copper stench, I forgot to take precautions and poked my head out.

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

The gentleman saw the master grab his head and stuff the cloth into his mouth, and the method was extremely cruel.

He was so frightened that his mouth was tightly closed, and he hurriedly made a silent movement, but the master still didn't let him go.

Qingyan clapped his hands, "It's finally clear." ”

Covered in copper smell and gentleman: "......"

Since then, no one has been chattering while Master is sleeping.

So every day before the lights go out, the copper smell and the gentleman have endless words, so that their relationship is increasing day by day and advancing by leaps and bounds.

Qingyan didn't take the apprentices to heart, completely stocked, and the affairs of Xiaolinshan were also lost to a few masters, and he fished and wandered around all day long, and the time passed quickly.

Early one morning, a group of people pulled two huge stone tablets up the mountain with a board cart, in addition to the carved stone tablets, there are also huge stone turtles.

The top of one of the steles is engraved with eight big characters of the honor list of Xiaolinshan donation, and the bottom of the big characters is all blank.

Another stone tablet is engraved with the names of Master Qian, Li Yuanwai and Congfeng in turn.

"It turns out that you, like us, spend money." Li Luohan, the gentleman, pointed to Congfeng's name and laughed.

He spends money, he is proud.

Qian Yiliang, the son of the Qian family, who was covered in copper smell, was very satisfied with his father's name in the first place.

He thought it would look better if the name was gilded.

It's best to tell the master again, the Qian family will pay for the stone tablet to make a pavilion, hang lanterns at night, and see his father's name at night.

The young man was dressed in a crescent-colored brocade robe, with a tall figure and was silent.

This stele has no effect on the two of them, anyway, it is written with the name of their father, as long as they don't say it, most people don't know it, and it doesn't matter if they know.

These two people are obviously thick-skinned and invincible, and they are known to everyone.

But his name was engraved on it so loudly that anyone could recognize it at a glance.

Does he not want to lose face?

The young man couldn't wait to stare through the stone tablet with his eyes, and for a long time, he walked towards the small building on the mountainside with heavy steps.

Qian Yiliang and Li Luohan glanced at each other, trotted to follow, and struggled to climb to the wall to peek.

I thought I could see this kid being reprimanded by the master, but he didn't reason with the master at all, but carried two buckets of water to water the sapling.

The ground is wet.

"A gentleman takes revenge, thinks about it in the long run, how much does this have to be poured before it dies?"

After Li Luohan finished speaking, he didn't hear the response of the person next to him, and wanted to stretch out his hand to pat the money cold, but his hand shook twice and fell short, and he looked back.

"Master, Master!"

"What are you doing?"

Qingyan threw away the money and tore Li Luohan off the wall, and pushed the door in.

The courtyard was empty.