More than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and the turmoil in the Jade Pot Sect has been forgotten in the busy season.

The people of the village have started the new year's farming and hunting life, and the busy figures in the countryside have added a vitality to this village in the deep mountains, and the children are also playing in groups, but without the young man who tells the story, the big stone at the entrance of the village will lose the magnificent scenery and become much more depressed.

The stream outside the village was bubbling, and a chubby child sat on a rock, holding a book in his hand, looking at the lake in a daze, feeling a little lonely.

Suddenly, there was a splash of water in front of him, and Wu Fan's expression immediately became joyful, and he couldn't help but turn around and shout: "Brother Wu!"

Looking at the empty ground behind him, he remembered that Wu Hao had been walking for a long time, but it was not the stone thrown by Wu Hao that broke the peace, but a frightened frog.

He felt as if he had been tricked, put down the book, picked up the stones around him and bombarded the frog indiscriminately, and when he saw it fleeing in a hurry, he felt relieved, so he picked up the book again and flipped through it.

Unconsciously, time passed day by day, and the words on the book became less and less under the mother's marking, and gradually Wu Fan was able to recognize all the words in the book.

One afternoon, after eating, Wu Fan went to the stream to read and exercise, as if listening to the sound of the stream and the memories of the stream could bring him real peace.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of Wufan's house, and as soon as Wufan's mother opened the door, she found that it was the village chief, so she invited him into the house to sit down. The village chief looked around, then nodded, and followed her into the house, "Mr. village chief, you sit down first, and I'll pour you a cup of tea." ”

The village chief didn't mean to sit down, so he saluted and said, "Don't bother the girl, I'll say a few words and leave." ”

"How can it be troublesome, after all these years, I have been taken care of by the village chief. ”

When the village chief heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand, "It's not about taking care of it, it's just being entrusted by others to do what he can." As if remembering something again, he hurriedly raised his hand and clenched his fist, "By the way, girl, I came to inform you of something this time." ”

Wu Fanniang frowned when she heard this, and was about to say something, but was interrupted.

"Haha, girl, don't worry, I'm here for Wu Fan this time, although Wu Fan is still young, but his understanding is extremely high, I discussed with Mr. Teaching a few days ago, the school will open in a few days, just send him to the school to study, and it is good to make some preparations when the Jade Pot Sect comes to recruit disciples next time." ”

When Wu Fanniang heard this, she nodded, and agreed.

"Thank you to the village chief. ”

"Where is it, it should be, it should be, then since this is the case, I will bother it again when the time comes, then I will go first. ”

After saying that, the village chief walked out the door.

"Wait, thanks to your help over the years, this is a little thank-you, and please don't dislike the village chief. ”

Saying that, a pill appeared in Wu Fanniang's own hand, "This is the Forging Strength Pill, although it is not very valuable, but it can also strengthen the muscles and bones and enhance the person's physique." ”

When the village chief heard this, his body trembled uncontrollably, he caught the pill with both hands, held it in the palm of his hand, and quickly bowed, "Thank you, thank you, girl." ”

Wufan Niang just smiled slightly, didn't say anything, and turned around and went into the house. The village chief was overjoyed, and hurried to his home with the pill in his hands.

With a trace of complicated feelings in her eyes, she leaned on the window lattice and looked at the sky in a daze, suddenly lowered her head, and untied the purple sachet on her waist.

The sachet was about the size of an adult's half-fist, with complex patterns sewn on it, but the opening was also sewn to death, and I don't know what kind of spices were contained in it, which always exuded a faint fragrance.

And when you smell it carefully, you can't feel it, it seems to be there.

She looked at the sachet and couldn't help muttering, "I can't hide anywhere, it turns out that you really care about me." With a sigh, a drop of jade beads fell to the ground, shattered into thousands of past events, and turned into clouds.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the opening of the school, and Wu Fan rubbed his little hands with great interest in the morning.

After all, I've been listening to the voices in the school, but because of my age, I can't get in touch, and I can finally enter the school today, and my excited little face is red.

Ready with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Wu Fan jumped out of the door.

In the early spring morning, the weather is still a little cool, and the dew is crystal clear in the sunlight, and then slides down with the breeze, collides with another drop of dew, condenses, and drips onto the land.

At the entrance of the school, it was slowly surrounded by children waiting to enter school, some of whom were still sleepy at first, and woke up when the cool breeze blew.

After another half a pillar of incense, the door of the school squeaked open.

At the entrance of the school, there stood a young man in his twenties, wearing a floor-length pale blue robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a pair of white cloud shoes on his feet, his left hand was holding the sleeve of his right hand, and above his right hand was a booklet with a list.

The young man wore a white jade crown on his hair, his face was full of willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he looked a little like a woman, and the children couldn't help but chatter. The young man cleared his throat and said only two words, "Quiet." ”

Suddenly, the needle drop in front of the door could be heard, not that the young man spoke with great courage, but under this delicate face, the hidden deep voice was really a powerful contrast, which made everyone sigh.

Seeing that everyone was staring at each other at a loss, the young man smiled slightly and continued: "If you hear the name, go in." ”

Then he opened the booklet and began to roll call, when he pointed to Wufan, the young man looked at him a few more times, on the one hand, because Wufan was a little "famous", and on the other hand, because of some unknown "fate".

The moment Wu Fan stepped into the school, he was shocked, although the so-called sparrow is small and has all the organs, it doesn't look like the school is very big on the outside, but after walking in, everything seems to be suddenly bright.

The desk with the scrolls, the neat desk, and the futon under the desk, even the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were ready.

Ufan suddenly felt that he had done something superfluous, scratched his head in embarrassment, put down the package, and sat on the futon by the window in order.

After waiting for a while, the roll call was over, and the young man closed the door, entered the mahogany table in front of the school, jumped back and sat down on the table, and began to introduce in that deep voice

"From today on, I am the head of your school, and the jade-faced scholar known as the Jianghu people is the Sprinkle family... Oh... No, it's me, my name is... Well.. It's called Wu Mian. In the future, you can just call me Boss Wu. ”

This stumbling rhetoric, the group of children who listened to it were stunned for a moment, and broke out in a cold sweat, as if a group of lambs had fallen into the wolf's den.

Ufan couldn't help but question the school he longed for.

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed, and Wu Fan has gradually become accustomed to the life of the school, and because he is extremely smart, he is very favored by Wu Mian, who calls himself a jade-faced scholar.

And through the contact in the past few months, everyone is also impressed by Wu Mian, an unreliable gentleman, although this person seems to be so unreliable, but he can be regarded as a master of astronomy and geography, and the jerky knowledge in the school has become vivid, so that everyone can also learn with relish.

And when resting, I can also mingle with these children, like a child king, but in this fight, there is a single figure, just silently in a daze, or quietly reading a book.

Although Wu Mian saw it in his eyes, he just sighed secretly, shook his head, and let it be. Then he threw away the helplessness and continued to play and laugh with the children.

When Wu Mian got out of the group of children, he couldn't help but come to Wu Fan's side and tell him a story.

said that it was a story, but it was better to say that every time he was bragging about his skills, he was actually a master, a heartthrob or something, at first Wu Fan could still chat with him for a few words, but later found that every time his marginal words were told back and forth about how to praise Wu Mian himself, he no longer responded.

And Wu Mian didn't care, he was still comparing and drawing, and he was very lively talking to himself.

After all, only Wu Fan can listen quietly and not run away, while the other children only get close to him when they are playing, and they scatter when they encounter storytelling. Wu Mian shook his head and said, "Oh, oops, it's really lonely as snow." ”

Then he squeezed to Wufan's side to start a new round of "Soul Lecture".

Every time after school, Ufan's ears were almost calloused, and if it was still early, he would go to the stream to release the spell that the loving gentleman had cast on him.

If you spend too much time in nature, you will suddenly feel that nothing has changed, and everything has changed.

People are still in the same time and space, but they don't know if they will meet again, today's stream is still as familiar as yesterday, and yesterday's stream has flowed to its tomorrow.