"Stretch out your hand and let the teacher see it, okay?"

Qin Jue said that he understood, but Qin Jiang didn't believe it. After all, although he had already explained it in words that he thought Qin Jue could understand. But Qin Jiang saw Qin Jue's ignorance from Qin Jue's eyes. Can you say that you understand it?

However, Qinjiang is unwilling to delve into this issue, and there is no point.

Thinking of what Meng Yu said before, Qin Jiang still felt a little incredible when he recalled it at the moment, or it was terrifying. So, taking advantage of this opportunity, Qin Jiang moved the idea of exploring the reality. Then, Qin Jiang pinched Qin Jue's little hand, and asked with a bit of inquiry in his eyes.

"Master, why do you want to look at Qin Jue's hand?"

Qin Jue was very puzzled by Qin Jiang's requirements, so in the spirit of breaking the casserole and asking the end, he had to ask why he was willing to do what Qin Jiang asked.

"The disciples of our sect who cultivate use musical instruments as their weapons. To play a musical instrument, you need to have a pair of skillful hands. Therefore, the teacher wants to see which instrument Qin Jue is more suitable for practice, and in the future, the teacher can teach Qin Jue which instrument to use, so that it can be regarded as teaching according to aptitude. ”

Qin Jiang tried his best to explain the reason in words that Qin Jue could understand.

However, this reason is also legitimate. All the disciples who came to the Jingting School, after apprenticeship, chose the appropriate musical instrument for cultivation under the master's consideration. If a disciple is practicing a different instrument from his or her master, the master who teaches the class will usually teach music theory and guide the practice, and the specific performance skills will be taught by the master who specializes in this instrument in the sect. But what Qin Jiang meant was not so.

"Oh, Master, then look. ”

Qin Jue, who was already straightforward, didn't think much about it, and stretched out his hand according to Yan and raised it in front of Qin Jiang.

Fang Cai's attention was always on Qin Jue's face, and he didn't notice anything special about Qin Jue's hands.

Now, Qin Jiang can take a good look at it, and he can also verify Mengyu's statement.

Qin Jiang's gaze shifted to Qin Jue's hand, carefully examining every inch of texture and bones on Qin Jue's hand. But after carefully looking at it and walking around with spiritual power, recalling Mengyu's words that day, Qin Jiang's heart sank "groan~". It is like falling into the abyss of darkness and darkness, like entering a situation of no return.

Don't...

Qin Jiang knew that this matter was not publicized, and this matter could not be known to Qin Jue. Otherwise, how can such a young child accept such a cruel truth?

It seems that this matter will have to be kept secret.

"Xiao Jue's hands are very soft, and he should be able to play the guqin. I wonder if Xiao Jue wants to learn the guqin from his teacher?"

Qin Jiang rubbed Qin Jue's little hand and smiled slightly.

Thinking about some things, Qin Jiang's emotions were a little unspeakable. But these couldn't be shown in front of Qin Jue, so Qin Jiang cleaned up his emotions and only had a gentle smiling face.

"Yes, yes!"

Qin Jue was a little puzzled in his heart, why did this master seem to not like himself very much before looking at his hands, and regarded himself as a burden? After looking at his hands, he actually began to smile at himself, this feeling was so strange! But Qin Jue was a child after all, and many things, as far as he was concerned, would not think too much. As long as your master is willing to accept yourself, wouldn't it be fine?

"It's not early, let's go and rest. Early tomorrow morning, the master will teach Xiao Jue the guqin, okay?"

Maybe Qin Jiang himself didn't realize that since he discovered that secret, his attitude towards Qin Jue has changed a little bit.

"Okay!"

Qin Jue thought that his master was going to teach him the guqin, and the joy in his heart was hard to hide.

At night, Qin Jiang stood alone in the small attic on the third floor of the study, standing with his hands in his hands, looking at the flowers and plants in his yard covered with silver glow.

At this moment, Mengyu took a cloak and came to Qinjiang's side and gently put it on.

"Coming?"

That familiar spiritual power, Qin Jiang naturally knew who it was. didn't turn his head to look, but still looked at the courtyard stunned, and his voice was a little indescribably hoarse.

"Hmm. ”

Meng Yu could sense that Qin Jiang's mood was not high at this moment, so he didn't say anything, just stood quietly on one side.

"What do you think about this?"

Qin Jiang asked lightly.

"Mengyu is just a servant, what can you think?"

Mengyu was not stupid at all, he threw this hot potato back to Qinjiang. After all, no matter what you say, it's wrong. Why bother to make yourself uncomfortable?

"Don't want to tell the truth, do you?"

Qin Jiang turned his head to stare into Meng Yu's eyes and asked in a low voice.

However, such a voice gives people a strong sense of threat for no reason. Coupled with Qin Jiang's sharp eyes, it makes people feel that there is nothing to hide.

"Master, it's not that Mengyu doesn't want to tell the truth. It's just that the truth depends on how you say it. ”

Meng Yu knew that Qin Jiang had to ask his thoughts at this moment. However, at this moment, Mengyu didn't want to tell it all. Because...

Therefore, I found an ambiguous excuse.

"Oh?"

Qin Jiang raised his eyebrows with interest.

"The master has already seen it, so there is no need for Meng Yu to say anything again. If the master wants to be safe, he can only follow the plan we have drawn up. ”

Meng Yu raised his head slightly, answered Qin Jiang's question in response to Qin Jiang's gaze.

"Heh~ It seems that there is really no way back~"

Qin Jiang smiled self-deprecatingly, turned his head not to look at Meng Yu, and then looked at the courtyard before, his eyes full of unwillingness and banter.

Meng Yu didn't feel strange that Qin Jiang had such a reaction, if there was another reaction, it would not be the Qin Jiang he knew. Since Qin Jiang doesn't want to say more, he also knows what he should know, and there seems to be nothing more to say.

Meng Yu quietly followed and stood behind Qin Jiang, looking out the window, I don't know what kind of mood was implied in those phoenix eyes.

Qin Jue learned to be obedient this time, got up early, and came to the door of the study to wait for Qin Jiang.

This made Zhen Di, who had always been the first to arrive at the study, quite uncomfortable. Shouldn't this first person be himself all the time? How did this kid take the lead?

"Xiao Jue, why is it so early? Your master hasn't come yet!"

Although Zhen Di has always disliked talking, in order to share some of the burden on Qinjiang, Zhen Di also began to try to communicate with this child. Especially thinking of Qin Jiang's absent-minded appearance in the political hall on the first day, Zhen Di still forced himself to do it even if he didn't like to talk nonsense. In this way, over time, a certain degree of affection will be established between himself and Qin Jue. When Qinjiang is busy, he can also take on the responsibility of Professor Qinjiang, so that Qinjiang has time to take a good breath.

"If you go back to your uncle, today the master is going to teach Qin Jue Guqin, of course Qin Jue has to come here early to wait for the master!"

Qin Jue smiled happily, and her eyebrows were full of excitement. And I feel that there is nothing wrong with coming to the door of the study and waiting for Qinjiang now.

Hearing Qin Jue's statement, Zhen Di secretly beat the drum in his heart.

Could this be something strange? Obviously, Qinjiang was unwilling to accept apprentices, but he was forced to do so out of desperation. If his estimate is good, in Qin Jiang's heart, he shouldn't like Qin Jue very much. And in my heart, I shouldn't want to teach Qin Jue. But why is it that in Qin Jue's eyes, what he sees is full of expectation and admiration? Didn't he cry bitterly yesterday because Qin Jiang was going to the deacon hall to deal with the affairs of the sect? This change is inevitably too fast? Could it be that it is really a June day, and the face of a doll will change when it is said to change?

"Don't stand here, come with me to the study, wait for your master!"

Although Zhen Di was puzzled, Zhen Di's calm temperament all the time also made Zhen Di not show any abnormality, but just took Qin Jue into the study.

As soon as Qin Jue entered the study, he found last night's low floor and sat down, while Zhen Di began to sort out the books.

Just when the two of them were in a daze and tidying up, Qin Jiang pushed the door in.

"Master!"

Xiao Jue, who had been staring at the door, saw his master who was like a fairy coming, and he didn't think about it, and he bounced up from the low collapse with a "rub~", like a spring that had been suppressed for a long time, full of elasticity.

The two little short legs fluttered fiercely and ran quickly in the direction of the Qinjiang River. It's as if there's something extremely attractive in front of you, or to put it more appropriately, like a child who sees candy.

The small mouth opened slightly, and he called Qin Jiang a sentence of master crisply. And such a voice actually provoked Zhen Di, who was silently tidying up on the side, was shocked by this shout and raised his head.

"Slow down, slow down!"

Qinjiang, who was almost hit by Xiao Jue, couldn't help reminding. He pressed Qin Jue's shoulder with one hand to stop him.

"Got it, Master!"

Qin Jue responded sweetly to Qin Jiang.

Xiao Jue's heart was like being soaked in honey, and he even thought that it must be an illusion that he felt that his master didn't like him before.

"Xiao Jue, what do you think the teacher has brought you?"

Qin Jiang had a faint smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and he was holding an ordinary xylophone in his hand.

This kind of xylophone is the most commonly used by entry-level disciples who practice in the Jingting School, and it is used for practice. After all, a precious piano requires a lot of harsh maintenance rules, which is not something that this kind of entry-level disciple can play.

Seeing Qin Jue appear in the study so early, Qin Jiang was actually quite surprised. He didn't expect this kid to be so interested in learning the piano. I stood in the attic of the study all night, and when I left, the sky was dark. However, it took some time to pick the piano, and now it's still early!

But the crisp sound of the boy is pleasant, not only like a bright sunshine in spring, but also like a clear spring flowing from the mountains, with a kind of power to cleanse people's hearts.

"Is it a piano?"

Qin Jue, who stopped beside Qin Jiang, kept stroking the xylophone with his fleshy little hands. I was very curious about this guy made of wood. The dark eyes are full of longing for the future.

"Yes, Xiao Jue's fingers are slender, and he is the most suitable for playing the guqin. ”

Qin Jiang squatted down, touched Xiao Jue's head, and said softly.