Ruthless Master Peach Blossom Apprentice

Chapter 39

"What did Master write?" Jinse walked to the desk, looking at the somewhat obscure words on the rice paper.

"As a teacher, I plan to pass on to you an ancient Five Elements Jue, which integrates offense and defense. Since there is only one copy, I hand-copied one for you." Qingli continued to write, his handwriting was elegant and dusty, just like his temperament.

"Then master asked me to come here?" Master wouldn't let me learn calligraphy by the side, right?
"Master, remember that when you were young, you only paid attention to practicing kung fu, and the instruction in calligraphy was lacking. If you have nothing to do today, let's practice calligraphy here. This is a page I just wrote, you can copy it Come down and show me." Then she stood up and motioned for Jinse to sit down.

Master, you are fine and I am fine!Why do you think of me at this time?I hope it only takes one page to copy.Because I learned painting from Xing Nirvana, some paintings required inscriptions, so I also learned calligraphy by the way.Dip the ink well, pick up the pen and write down the four characters "Qi Tong Zhou Tian", forcefully penetrating the back of the paper, bold and airy, quite like the wind of star nirvana.

"The writing is not bad, have you practiced it?" Qingli was a little surprised, the little apprentice didn't look like a person who likes calligraphy and painting.

As soon as Jinse heard the compliment, she was proud: "Hey, I have practiced in the devil world for two years, and my calligraphy was hanging everywhere in the bun shop back then!" A certain apprentice didn't know how to write the word "modesty" at all.

"Well, there are not many words in this book, so you can copy it tonight before going to bed, and I will explain it to you tomorrow as a teacher." Qingli sat down at the side, took a book from the shelf and flipped through it casually , obviously giving up the leading role to Jinse.

Jinse kept complaining. Although the book was not thick, it would probably take two hours to finish copying it.The appointment time with the brothers and sisters, they are probably coming soon, I haven't been there for so long, and the master is beside me, so I can't transmit the sound to them... Turning to look at the master, I saw him quietly reading a book next to him , there is no intention of talking to myself.Alas, I can only wait for a while to find a way to find a chance!Jinse resigned to her fate and began to copy.

Time passed gently, the outside was completely dark, the full moon was bright and clean, and the surrounding luminous stones exuded a milky white soft halo.The room was extremely quiet, except for the occasional rustling of books being turned and papers being changed.However, Jinse became more and more restless, and her handwriting became uglier and uglier. In the end, she completely despaired of the promise of enjoying the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Master, there are three urgencies in people, I will come as soon as I go!" If there is no way to keep the appointment, it is good to send them a message.

Sadly, he ran to a certain wall, and weakly sent a voice transmission to Tantai Feng: "Brother, I was detained by Master, and tomorrow I will go down the mountain with Master to visit a friend of Master, we can only get together next time..."

Then go back to the room in despair and continue to copy books.As soon as he sat down, he listened to Qingli and said, "Send them a message that you can't go?"

Jinse suddenly raised her head in surprise, could it be that the master found out that she had sent a message?
But listened to Qingli's explanation with a slight smile: "I saw you coming back from martial arts training early, so I knew that you had an appointment tonight. As a teacher, I didn't want you to come back drunk again, so I kept you on purpose."

Jinse looked up to the sky helplessly and mourned: When did the always indifferent master become black-bellied?How can we live in the future? !

"Master, if I don't drink, can I go?" Anyway, I have revealed my secrets, so I just talk about the conditions frankly.

"No." Qingli put down the book, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think the teacher will believe that you really don't drink?"

"..." Well, she really planned to kill first and play later.Forget it, let's copy the book, the master is not only good at fairy art, but also has a sharper mind to read people recently.

Jinse completely resigned to her fate, so the writing became more attractive, until the moon hangs willow branches, the sky is full of stars, and finally transcribes a thin scroll.

"Okay, put away the book. I will explain it to you on the way tomorrow. Now go back and have a good rest. We will set off tomorrow morning." With a casual move, a steamer appeared in front of his eyes: "You forgot to leave the house the night before yesterday. Take the steamer here, Master, take it back."

"..." No wonder I always felt that something was missing, because I only planned to barbecue tonight, so I didn't think about the steamer.Wait, Master said "the night before last"?It's over, I can't think of anything, combined with the fact that Master has taken himself very seriously these two days, could it be that I did something that was outraged by God that night and was caught by Master on the spot?Still left behind the evidence of the crime of the steamer? !
Looking at Jinse's instantly pale face and staring round almond eyes, Qingli couldn't help smiling, and said gently: "I picked it up at the gate of the courtyard for my teacher, I think you probably dropped it by accident."

"Oh..." Jinse put away the steamer and let out a long breath.Master, don't scare me like this, disciple, my heart is very fragile.

After such a fuss, Jinse completely lost the thought of sneaking around in the middle of the night, and with her tail between her legs, she honestly went back to her room to sleep.

Because of the previous incident, Jinse got up at dawn the next day, tidied up, and waited at the door of Qingli.

"Let's go!" Jinse was about to find a place to sit down, when Qingli came out, sacrificed her sword Tianmang, and stepped on it.Jinse was about to step on it habitually, when she heard a pleasant voice above her head: "You don't know how to control a sword yourself?"

"Oh, I forgot!" Jinse suddenly realized, and hurriedly sacrificed to split the sky, and two swords, one silver and one black, soared into the sky, turned into two streamers of light, and disappeared among the mountains.

Taking care of Jinse's speed, he flew for two days and stopped in front of a big lake. Qingli's friend lived on a small island in the center of the big lake.The lake is so big that you can't see the side.The early morning mist has not dissipated, looking at the small island in the middle of the lake, only the gray shadow of the mountain can be vaguely discerned.The newborn sun shone on the sparkling lake, like a layer of sparkling silver on the surface of the water.

Qingli Jinse flew close to the water with his sword, and from a distance, two white figures were like immortals walking gently on the waves, painting a beautiful stroke on the misty green satin.

Soon, the two arrived at the small island in the middle of the lake. Although it was mid-autumn, the island was still lush with foliage and shaded by trees. An exquisite bamboo house appeared in the depths of the winding path, quiet and elegant, like a paradise.

"Master, this place is so beautiful! Is Master's friend also a Shangxian?" Jinse and Qingli walked side by side on the path, slightly crowded.

"He is a mortal." Qingli said lightly.

"Ah? Master still has mortal friends?" Jinse was a little surprised, because you must know that mortal life is limited, and the best years are only a few decades, and the immortals passed away after a retreat.

"You'll know later."

Just as they were talking, the two came to the bamboo house, and Qingli called out from outside: "Han Shao, I'm here."

Soon, a middle-aged man walked out of the room, with handsome features and modest eyebrows, he said with a smile: "Qingli, please come in!" Then he looked at Jinse and said, "Who is this girl?"

"The apprentice I accepted ten years ago, Luo Jinse." Qingli introduced.

Jinse is a good disciple who knows etiquette, and after saluting, he shouted crisply: "Hello, Uncle Han Shao!"

"Well, she looks like a cute little girl at first glance, Jinse, hurry up, please come in!" Han Shao turned sideways to let Qingli's master and apprentice enter the room.

The furnishings in the house are simple and elegant. Agarwood is wafting from a sandalwood-carved incense burner, and the faint aroma of Du Heng lingers around the nose.

"Come, taste my Junshan Silver Needle. It is brewed with mountain spring water. Although it is not as good as Xianjia tea, it has a special taste." Han Shao brought two cups of freshly brewed tea, light yellow and tender The buds float and sink in the water, the aroma is high, sweet and mellow.

Qingli was sipping tea without saying a word, Jinse stared at Han Shao for a while, and suddenly said: "Uncle Han Shao, I have a junior who looks very similar to you!"

"Really, what's your name?" Han Shao asked with a smile.

"His name is Yu Hannuo. We grew up together and are very close." Jinse replied with a smile.

Only Han Shao said gently: "I am his father."

But this sentence is no less than a blockbuster to Jinse, because all along, it has been heard that Han Nuo's father is no longer alive, and even Han Nuo has never seen him.But now the person is standing in front of him alive, and it seems that he has known the master for many years.The mouth is wide open, there are too many questions to ask, but I don't know where to start.Qingli's sound transmission suddenly came from his ear: "Not many words!" So, he closed his mouth obediently.

I just listened to Qingli and said: "Han Nuo has grown a lot these years, and he is also outstanding among Qionghua's generation of disciples. Jinse grew up with him and knows him very well. Jinse, tell your uncle about Han Nuo Bar."

He told her not to talk too much just now, but now he asks her to talk about Han Nuo, Master is really contradicting himself.Jinse groaned, but when she looked up and saw Han Shao's expectant eyes, she was greatly encouraged and began to talk endlessly about Han Nuo's daily life in Qionghua.The talk got excited, and even the story of the three of them stealing wine at night, and Han Nuo's total loss when guessing wine with fists, was also told. While talking, he used aura to condense the scene at that time.Hearing Han Shao laughing again and again, he was quite sad, as if he drank Wangyou wine, the taste in it was indescribable.

It was so easy to talk about eating steamed stuffed buns at night the day before yesterday, and Han Nuo's life report for the past ten years finally came to an end. After an hour, he drank up two pots of tea.Until now, Qing Lifang admired his apprentice's eloquence, so he took over the conversation at the right time and said: "Jinse, Uncle Han Shao and I still have something to talk about, you go out and play around, and come to see you later as a teacher." In a word, someone with good eloquence stepped down from the leading role stage.

"Oh, well, master, uncle, the scenery here is very beautiful, I just went out to enjoy it!" The master crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and apprentices couldn't have the same knowledge as him.

Jinse walked out of the bamboo house, flew to the lake, covered her feet with water-proof covers, stepped on the water and paddled, having a great time.When it gets up, it even covers its whole body and dives into the water to catch fish.He really caught a fish and was going to go ashore to grill it. As soon as his head came out of the water, he saw a white figure flying towards him.Qingli stretched out his hand, and said: "Jinse, come up quickly, there is something wrong with the seal on Buzhou Mountain, let me go and have a look with my teacher."

Jinse was also unambiguous, grabbed Qingli's hand and jumped on the flying sword. Just as he stood still, the Tianmang sword turned into a stream of light and went away at an extremely fast speed, more than ten times faster than when it came.

"Master, this disciple has a question to ask." Jinse stood behind Qingli, tugging at the hem of his clothes and said.

(End of this chapter)