Heaven's Beloved took the adoption manual of the sick apprentice

Chapter 10
Jiang Yu followed Song Heqing all the way to his courtyard.

She originally planned to go to Qianhe Courtyard to find Song Heqing. When she walked to the middle courtyard, she saw Song Heqing walking towards her courtyard in the shade.

Jiang Yu quietly performed the invisibility formula, and followed Song Heqing not too far or too close.

The most conspicuous thing in the courtyard is the peach tree with peach blossoms all over the ground.

The peach branches are lush with green leaves. A man wearing a pink cross-neck gown and a peach hairpin is lying on the tree trunk to rest.

Under the tree
There stood a child of about eight or nine years old.

The child looked up at the person on the tree, his black and white eyes carrying a faint scrutiny.

The person on the tree may have noticed the child's gaze, opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Master's little apprentice, the master is not in the yard."

Song Heqing couldn't be more clear about the origin of the person in front of him.

He saw with his own eyes last night that the person in front of him had transformed from a peach blossom into what he looks like today.

"What's your name?" Song Heqing took a step back to relieve the pain of looking up.

"Me? My name is Tao Qian." Tao Qian jumped down from the tree, her long hair blown by the wind, and landed lightly.

The peach blossom umbrella spins into flowers in the hand.

"Yes." Song Heqing rubbed his forehead and turned to leave.

"Hey, why are you going? Didn't you come to find me?"

Song Heqing turned around, and Tao Qian was already standing behind him.

"Don't try to steal the master from me!" Song Heqing clenched his fists and said angrily after Tao Qian saw through his purpose.

"Robbing your master? Of course I will not rob your master. I have been with the master for 700 years, and how many days have you been taken in by the master?" Tao Qian slowly approached Song Heqing, bent down, tilted the peach blossom in his hand, and held her Song Heqing was shrouded under the umbrella and whispered.

It just blocked Jiang Yu's sight.

"You, a mortal, have only lived in this world for a mere hundred years. To me and my master, you are like a passing cloud, fleeting." Tao Qian took back her umbrella and went back to lie down in the tree comfortably.

Song Heqing blushed with anger under the tree.

Although Tao Qian was telling the truth, it also made him feel depressed.

It should be said that it hit a sore spot.

Song Heqing is just an ordinary person. Even if he gets Jiang Yu's guidance by chance, if he doesn't have talent, it will be in vain.

On the way back, Jiang Yu looked at Song Heqing's dejected look and wanted to laugh, but held it back.

After all, she is the little apprentice she personally accepted, no matter how poor her aptitude is, she can't be ridiculed.

Jiang Yu followed Song Heqing back to the Qianhe Courtyard one step at a time.

"Master?" Song Heqing opened the door and saw Jiang Yu sitting in his room. The afternoon sunlight shone on Jiang Yu through the window lattice and the opened door.

"He Qing, come here."

Song Heqing stood by the door, his originally gloomy expression flashed with surprise, but was replaced by uneasiness in an instant.

Why did Master come to me suddenly? Did I make any mistake...

Still, the master regretted that he was unwilling to accept him as an apprentice.

"What are you thinking about? I asked you to come over." Jiang Yu sighed.

This child has a sensitive mind and keeps everything he says in his heart. He is different from the original little resentful disciple who controlled everything in heaven and earth.

"Master, if I don't have talent, would you still want me?" Song Heqing walked forward hesitantly, lowered her eyelashes, and asked uneasily.

Jiang Yu touched Song Heqing's fluffy black hair, and the cool hair wrapped around his fingertips.

"Do you have no confidence in yourself or in me? Don't talk about you. Even if you are a fool, I can let him fight for a place in this world."

"Master, I believe in you." Song Heqing raised his head, his eyes shining with a different kind of luster.

"Come to me when you recover from your injuries in two days. Tao Qian, he is different from you. You get along well with him." Jiang Yu made it clear directly.

A slight blush appeared on Song Heqing's face. It seemed that his master knew what happened today.

After Jiang Yu left, Song He was still blushing.

The days that followed were leisurely and leisurely, and time passed by unconsciously, silently and silently moving forward.

Just like Song Heqing, he devoted himself to cultivation.

When the tip of the sword brushed across a yellow leaf, Song Heqing put down the sword in his hand and muttered in a trance, one leaf knows the autumn.

It turns out that autumn has come.

I don’t know how Master is doing outside now.

Song Heqing touched the wooden sword in his hand, thinking that his master said before leaving that he would bring a real sword to her when she came back.

Tao Qian was sleeping on the peach tree as always, looking as sleepy as before, no longer like a peacock with its tail spread when she saw Jiang Yu.

"Tao Qian, when will master come back?" Song Heqing said melancholy, looking at the geese flying south.

"You ask me? I want to ask you again! If it weren't for finding some sword for you, the master wouldn't have to go far." Tao Qian stood up from the tree angrily.

"Not only that, if the master hadn't been worried about your safety, I could have gone out with her to play. Why would I be so bored practicing swordsmanship with you here." Tao Qian rolled her eyes at Song Heqing, although Song Heqing's progress was indeed very good. Fast, but he, Tao Qian, would never praise Song Heqing, a child with a stinky face every day.

**
Outside the Yandu city, the city tower looms.

After seeing the edge of the bamboo forest, we were about to reach the city gate tower.

Jiang Yu stopped wielding his sword and started walking.

She was still wearing blue and white clothes, but she was carrying a sword forged from Youzhou swordsmith Wen Liancheng. The black scabbard was engraved with complex patterns.

Song Heqing's talent for swordsmanship was very high, and the small wooden sword soon couldn't keep up with his training speed, and his realm breakthrough was also very fast.

Jiang Yu thought that when she returned to Song Heqing, she would be almost ready to build the foundation.

Jiang Yu's trip to Youzhou was not all about Song Heqing.

The fifteen cities of Youzhou are stationed in the north. There are many cities in this state, and they are all far away from Qingzhou, so they are often in turmoil.

Last month, another refugee in Yucheng, Youzhou, caused turmoil by taking advantage of the status of men and women. Jiang Yu simply informed Zhong Liqing and went alone.

It stands to reason that there was no need for Jiang Yu to take action against this small group of refugees.

But she was really bored and wanted to go out and have some fun.

Jiang Yu had already decided on the time for this trip.

Not only could she travel on official business, but she could also meet up with her old friend Wen Liancheng in Youzhou and use their friendship to get a good sword for Song Heqing.

why not.

It will soon be time for Li Qing to marry the royal husband. In order to prevent someone from taking advantage of the wedding to cause trouble, Jiang Yu will start to worry about it again in the coming days.

It's really hard for her, an old man who has lived for who knows how many years.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yu smiled helplessly.

The bamboo forest sounded softly in my ears, and the rustling sound came from far to near.

Jiang Yu paused, and the smile on his lips disappeared instantly.

She looked around, and a group of people in black clothes wearing black gauze hats quickly gathered around her.

"You must have been waiting for this day for a long time." Jiang Yu said with a smile.

There was no fear in his eyes at all, and he was even a little excited.

Before entering the city, I was very happy to think about playing a few young men to practice my hands.

(End of this chapter)