He didn't rush downstairs, but stood at the window and listened to them for a while.

The old man was called "Dunfrey" of white descent. Li Qingyan thought about it and felt that it might be the transliteration of "Dumfries". However, this "Dumfries" seems to be proficient in Chinese studies, and like the vast majority of such white Americans, he usually resembles a native more like a native in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation than a native-

For example, he now wears a white robe with a diagonal placket or a button-down style, which is now only worn by the older generation of literati. But Dumfries had long hair, and he combed his hair back to the back of his head, which was surprisingly harmonious with the gown.

This person speaks with a standard pronunciation and sounds with a Beijing accent. The conversation is also very elegant, which can make most natives ashamed of themselves. So Li Qingyan felt that such a person would not use the name "Dun Fury", but was more likely to be "Deng Fury" - Fu, Jiaoye. Free, Kuang corrects himself, sees the clarity of the mind.

It turned out that he was right, and it was indeed Dumfrey. However, he understood the word "li" - Dunfrey interpreted the word "li" as "township".

He listened for a while, and he probably understood the purpose of this man's intention.

The old man's phone call went to his old comrade-in-arms, who was now the head of the Beishan Workshop. This Dunfrey had just come to teach in North Mountain, and he wanted to make a good impression on the mountain chief. Last night, I asked the mountain chief to ask a question, and I heard him talk about star fruit, so Yin Yin came early this morning.

But Dunfrey doesn't seem to think he was "sloppy" in doing so—he saw it as part of Chinese sinology: human relations.

Listening to this man, there seemed to be nothing wrong with that. The only problem was that it came too quickly and too coincidentally - just when Li Qingyan was about to send the star fruit away.

So he thought about it, and very cautiously spread his spirit to see his "luck".

There is a seemingly "racist", but in fact indisputable fact, that it is very difficult for white and Mexican people to practice the Chinese school. These two races are generally considered to be inherently "inferiorly qualified".

The reason for this can be found in history. The natives, as well as those of the Chinese civilization, began to practice almost 4,000 years ago. Practitioners also intermarry with ordinary people and pass them on from generation to generation. During this relatively long period of time, certain characteristics of the people here were generally strengthened. The white and Mo descendants originally belonged to the practice system of the divine school, but the divine school itself was not as systematic and self-consistent as the Chinese school, so this is the case.

But Dunfrey's ability to come to the North Mountain Cultivation Class to teach means that it is at least level five. It also means that he has put in more effort than others in his practice. Therefore, Li Qingyan felt that he was around thirty years old, which was "very young".

This kind of person is far more sensitive to changes in spiritual power and environment than Zhou Lihuang's lower five levels, so he is extremely careful about it.

He saw Dumfrey's "luck" and was slightly surprised.

The "luck" of ordinary people is very much like the cell of a tentacle of many lengths and thicknesses. Each tentacle signifies a connection with someone or something. Most of the "connections" are weak, densely packed with short tentacles that appear to be joined together like fluff. The stronger the connection, the longer and stout.

But in Dunfrey's "luck", the tentacles were fewer than ordinary people, to the point that Li Qingyan was surprised.

Except for the short tentacles related to daily life, the other "large" ones are pitifully rare. This means that this guy is either a vegetative person or an ascetic type of person who is extremely strict with himself - he spends almost all of his energy on his practice, his work, his daily life, and nothing else.

So he was relieved, and left the window and went downstairs.

Dumfrey had already spoken to star fruit and seemed to be getting along. When he saw Li Qingyan coming out, he smiled: "Mr. Li, Sister Ling is very good." Go to my side for a little test, and you can start the class tomorrow. ”

"Thank you so much. Li Qingyan said with a smile.

Dunfrey smiled back, as if he wanted to say something, hesitated slightly. Li Qingyan is as empathetic as all parents when facing teachers: "What else does Teacher Deng have to explain?"

"Ah...... That's right. Dumfrey rubbed his hands, "There's an abrupt request down there—but it's really itching—I heard Mr. Fang say that Mr. Li is everyone's ...... in calligraphy and painting."

The old man closed his eyes and snorted when he heard this: "It's okay." ”

Dunfrey hurriedly smiled at the old man, and then looked at Li Qingyan: "So I want to ask Mr. Li for a piece of writing—ah, it's borrowed—for two or three days, and then return the original thing." ”

It was an abrupt request. But Li Qingyan thought for a while: "Okay." ”

A tentacle poking out of Dunfrey's "luck" became "thick" the moment Li Qingyan agreed to him. Li Qingyan realized that this was a connection with himself. Yet he couldn't see his own luck – for as long as he could remember.

Dumfrey...... Seems to be interested in himself. Maybe still a bookworm.

So he smiled again: "Teacher Deng usually writes?"

"Written. Dunver seemed to be a junior who asked for advice, "but it wasn't very well written." I have only practiced diligently in the past few years. ”

"Industry is good at hard work. Li Qingyan thought for a moment, "Wait a minute. I have a ready-made Lingfei Sutra here, which I usually write to clear my mind and calm my mind, so I will go and get it for Mr. Deng. ”

The old man glared at Li Qingyan. Li Qingyan smiled: "You will send it over at night when you are old." ”

Then he entered the door again and took the Lingfei Sutra from his bedroom. After cutting the straw paper and sealing it, he walked down and handed it to Dunfrey: "Please ask Mr. Deng for advice—you don't have to return it." It's rare to have a friend like Mr. Deng. ”

The "friends" here, because of the habits of the Republic, refer specifically to "friendly people."

Dunfrey was flattered, and hurriedly took it with both hands, and said in his mouth: "Ashamed, ashamed...... Well deserved!"

The moment he raised his hand, Li Qingyan glanced at the ring finger of his right hand. There is a small patch of skin on the back of the finger in the second segment that is slightly different - slightly lighter. This is due to long-term friction.

It seems that this Dunfrey is indeed diligent in practicing calligraphy.

The two of them were so polite, Old Man Fang seemed a little annoyed. He picked up the teapot at hand and took a sip, and blew into it like a child, "gurgling" sound.

Dumfrey knew something. Carefully put away Li Qingyan's Lingfei Sutra, and arched his hand: "Then don't bother." So Ling Mei is...... This will go back with me, or ......"

Li Qingyan said, "Wait a minute. ”

Then he walked over to the star fruit and took her hand. The girl was slightly stunned.

"Let's go back with Mr. Deng. He said softly like a real brother, and at the same time opened her right hand and slowly wrote the word "diligence" in the palm of his hand, "The cultivation class in Beishan is full of smart children. There may be some people who have a foundation in spiritual practice. When you go there, you have to remember the word diligence and endure hardships. If you suffer hardship, you will become a superior person - don't disappoint your brother. ”

Carambola was stunned. But immediately let out a sigh of relief, bit his lip, and said like a real sister, "Hmm." ”

Dunfrey laughed: "Mr. Li, don't worry, Sister Ling is close, and she can come back to live on the weekend." ”

Li Qingyan also smiled: "I smiled." ”