Mushiji [Pleasure]

"The Five Spirit Lines, ascending to the sky, grounding to the ground, traversing the five spirits..."

Yan Qingxi was leading the disciples to watch the Wuling Line, when Wen Qianshu stood behind him, half-drooping his eyes and standing with his hands behind his back.

In the past few days, she has to help her master handle matters, and she has to follow her uncle to supervise the new disciples. She is too busy to drink water during the day, and gets dizzy when she is punished at night. —Of course, Lu Xian was just an excuse for 2333, and Wen Qianshu was now even more afraid of being fined for copying.

Wen Qianshu: "If I stay up late and die suddenly, will it be considered a work injury?"

2333: "Don't worry, we will generally keep the restorers in good physical condition, not to mention staying up late for a few days, and staying overnight for several years is fine."

Wen Qianshu worry.

Wen Qianshu began to think about whether he would be able to sleep a little longer if he immediately fell to the ground and fainted.

Yan Qingxi: "Can you remember the five spirits you taught before?"

Wen Qianshu was shocked and looked away, not looking at Yan Qingxi. 2333 doubted that the student experience in her previous life might have taught her one thing - whenever a teacher asks a question, he must never meet his gaze.

Once this line of sight meets, the next second may be called.

The disciples below said: "I remember it clearly."

Wen Qianshu breathed a sigh of relief.

2333: "Promising."

Wen Qianshu: "Prosperity can't save me from being punished for copying."

2333 had a headache, 2333 gave up, and 2333 changed the subject: "Have you figured out what to do with Yanhan next?"

Wen Qianshu: "How to deal with it?"

She said innocently, "I'm still waiting for your suggestion."

2333: "..."

2333: "Wen Qianshu!"

Wen Qianshu was unmoved: "You really have no suggestion?"

2333: "If I knew how to do it, what would I do with you?"

Wen Qianshu smiled and said regretfully, "Really? Then we have to wait and see what happens."

2333 gritted his teeth: "Host—"

Yan Qingxi said on the side: "Okay, then come up one by one, invoke the Five Spirit Art, and hit this thread."

Wen Qianshu lowered his eyes, but his eyes moved away, looking at Yan Han from the corner of his eye. The little girl was dressed as an ordinary disciple, and there were people in twos and threes, whispering, but she stood alone, not saying a word.

Water snake waist, slender eyes, eyebrows with a bit of Yaozu Yan. Not far behind her, the wicker was scattered by the willow boat, the wind was blowing, the wicker was slender and beautiful, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a willow or a Liu Xueren.

The new disciples went up one by one, recited the mantra, raised their palms, and tentatively patted on the Five Spirit Lines. The five spirit lines buzzed and made different sounds. Yan Qingxi listened intently, correcting the tricks one by one. Some people learn quickly, and they know it after one or two times; some people learn slowly and grind it over and over again, but the more people stare at it, the more panicked it becomes, and the more panic it becomes, the more wrong it becomes.

This was the case with the previous Yanhan, who was also a little girl from Yanjia Village, but the old man of Fajue said it was wrong. The Wuling Line did not move at all, and she was sweating profusely. Yan Qingxi mentioned a few words to her, and then she stopped talking. She looked at her with cold eyes, and she could see that her forehead was dense with beads of sweat.

After a while, she still said it was wrong, Yan Qingxi said, "Think again, work harder."

So she came down tremblingly, and Yanhan stepped forward. She raised her palm and pressed the Wuling Line, the body of the line moved, and the tone was clear, like a stream of water trickling, hitting stones and falling beads.

Yan Qingxi lowered her eyes and nodded slightly, saying, "Not bad."

Yan Han saluted and retreated, and a new disciple stepped forward.

The wind whistled at Ming Fengtai, passing Liu Xuntian. The dark clouds surrounded the day, and the cold white light poured down between them, reflecting Yan Qingxi, Yanhan, the chaotic wicker, and the sea below, far away, and far away.

In the evening, Wen Qianshu reported to Yan Chengquan the situation of the past few days. When it was time to go out, Yan Chengquan suddenly stopped her and handed her a letter: "Yes, if you are free recently, take a trip to Yanyuntian for your teacher, and there is something to discuss in Yunshou Tower."

Wen Qianshu took the envelope, and Yan Chengquan instructed again: "If you can do it, help a bunch; if you can't do it, don't force it."

Wen Qianshu complied, saluted, and said goodbye to go out.

The night was dark, and the lights were dim all around.

Scattered spots of light flickered, half leaning in the lamps condensed by running water.

Wen Qianshu glanced down at the letter, unfolded it, and was about to read it when he suddenly grabbed it again, turned his head and asked, "Who?"

A disciple came out not far away and said, "Senior sister."

Wen Qianshu recognized him as the apprentice of an uncle, and he was helping to take care of the newcomers these days.

Wen Qianshu: "What?"

The disciple was a little cautious, shook his head and said, "Nothing, just happened to pass by here."

Wen Qianshu: "What happened?"

The disciple grinned and said dryly: "It's not a big deal, don't bother Senior Sister-"

He watched Wen Qianshu turn sideways, and was about to walk to the new disciple's residence, and hurriedly followed: "Hey, senior sister, it's really not a big deal, it's just that two new disciples almost got into a fight, fortunately. We found it in time and asked us to stop it."

"Senior sister, I beg you, please don't tell my uncle."

Wen Qianshu: "That's not—"

2333: "Cough!"

Wen Qianshu: "That's not possible."

Disciple: "That's great."

Wen Qianshu: "After all, what is it?"

The fight was stopped, what are you rushing out to do? There must be something else.

disciple:"……"

"Yes--"

Wen Qianshu had never imagined it, never imagined it.

She was standing in a room where the disciples lived, surrounded by several junior brothers, Yan Han, a half-year-old boy, and a little girl stood in the middle.

It was Yan Han and the boy who were fighting, but it was the little girl who stumped the disciples. The other party lowered his head, his eyes were red, and his tears were broken—the one who couldn't use the Five Spirit Art during the day.

2333: "..."

That's it? That's it?

Wen Qianshu looked around for a week. A group of juniors and brothers had cold faces, but most of them had red ears—they claimed that they "did their best to comfort them", but the more they comforted the other, the more they cried. They had no choice but to ask one of them to go out, and they wanted to invite Fu Liuzhou's senior sister, the reason turned out to be "the temperature of wood is mild and pleasant, it is naturally better than our use of ice."

"So Senior Sister, don't tell Uncle Master." The disciple secretly said, "This, Uncle Master will know—"

He covered his face and forcibly explained, "Uncle Master doesn't like others crying, so I know it's not good for Junior Sister."

2333: "..."

Do you feel too embarrassed?

The boy who was fighting was called Yan Shenxing, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and the corners of his eyes were hurt. He was staring at Yan Han: "It's you who bullied Yanyan!"

Yan Yan—the little girl hurriedly said, "No, no—"

Yan Han was also half-faced, looking at words and deeds with cold eyes, without saying a word.

"Stop." Wen Qianshu said, "You two, healed your injuries."

She turned to look at Yan Yan again, "you, come with me."

The little girl cried and hiccupped, and her face was filled with rain.

Wen Qianshu also heard about the situation, saying that Yan Shenxing’s family was neighbors with Yanyan’s house, and Yan Shenxing consciously wanted to take care of Yanyan. As a result, he came here today and found that Yanyan was crying beside the bed. Yan Han sat beside him, lit a candle, turned the book, and practiced spells. The "Shen Xing" said nothing, and concluded that Yan Han was bullying Yan Yan, and the two of you came and I choked for a few words, and then they fought.

Wen Qianshu said with 2333: "Yes, this is really 'careful'."

In another room, Wen Qianshu closed the door and led Yan Yan to sit down.

There was no such person in the original book, and he probably died in the monster invasion at the beginning.

Wen Qianshu lowered her eyes to look at her—it was the seedling with a branch, the age of a flower bud, and her watery eyes, completely unaware that she had lived through a catastrophe.

I've lived through a hardship...

Before seeing life and death, I always feel that everything is difficult.

Wen Qianshu handed Zhang Pazi: "I don't know how to read, so why don't you say it?"

Yan Yan was so startled that her tears broke.

2333: "?"

Yan Yan: "I, I—"

This time, Yanjia Village was not slaughtered, and naturally Yan Chengquan would not bring back all the children of Yanjia Village. Since Yan Yan has successfully arrived, she has some talent, so how could she not be able to read the Five Spirit Art?

It's nothing more than illiterate, Yan Chengquan taught her that she couldn't remember it, and she couldn't remember it for a while.

Yan Yan bit her lip and said, "My father said that the girl's family is not good at studying, so he won't let me study."

She raised her head and said eagerly, "It's not that I don't work hard, I just, just—"

After "just" for a long time, she finally showed frustration and lowered her head: "I just want to study, I don't know how to start."

Wen Qianshu: "Then I'll teach you to memorize the Five Spiritual Art first, and I'll take you to learn to read in a few days. Okay?"

Yan Yan straightened up, her eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Really." Wen Qianshu, "You just need to remember, if you have any troubles or troubles, just say it. You can find senior brother or me."

Yan Yan nodded quickly, then got up and stepped closer, softly said: "Then, that sister, don't tell Brother Shenxing, okay?"

Wen Qianshu raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay."

When Yanyan went out, she repeatedly said that Yanhan had never bullied her, so she bowed her head and apologized with a blushing face. After the mess was settled, Wen Qianshu asked his younger brother for the roster and flipped through it.

The roster of Wuling Mountain has always been remembered and mixed, and I can't wait to write down everyone and everything every day. The disciples of Wuling Mountain like to call it "Liuhai Account", because the running water alone is not enough to describe its long-winded and trivial.

Wen Qianshu turned to Yanyan's one, looked at it, and closed it.

2333: "What's wrong?"

Wen Qianshu: "Her father is Mr. Yanjia Village's private school, who teaches. No wonder no one paid attention when he came and sent her to learn to read."

Co-authoring this group of people tacitly agreed that she would.

2333: "Then why didn't she say it?"

Wen Qianshu: "The little girl admires her father and thinks that she is very good at literacy; she also likes her neighbor's brother and refuses to reveal her shortcomings."

Otherwise, it is not because of fear of words and deeds knowing, but because Yan Qingxi knows.

"I'd rather be stared at by Yan Qingxi than say it in front of words and deeds."

Wen Qianshu praised, "He's a ruthless person."

2333: "You know again, she is still a little girl, and she starts to care about face?"

"Of course I know." Wen Qianshu had walked out of the disciple's residence, and there was no one around. She yawned and said lazily, "I also grew up with a little girl."

2333: "Huh?"

"Can you say that again?"

Wen Qianshu smiled: "Just kidding, I was born to blame grandma."

2333 choked.

2333 I really don't understand, Wen Qianshu is such a good person, why is his mouth too long?

Wen Qianshu clapped his hands and pulled out the letter again.

The rice paper is thin and the cloud pattern is strong. The fireworks-like lines are painted all over, and a few lines of words are meandering like a tongue of fire licking. The edge of the pen is vigorous and sharp, penetrating the back of the paper.

Wen Qianshu suddenly thought of the clouds again, and the crooked moon at the corner of her eyes, her head and tail were also pointed like this, but when she smiled, it folded, just like folding the moonlight into the bottom of her eyes, the silver light mixed into the ink night, and then a drop of dew dripped. , the shallow pupils are clear, the water is shining, really, really——

Wen Qianshu sighed.

It's so pretty.

The author has something to say:

ooc small theater:

2333: After the identification, Wen Qianshu is helpless.

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I'm sorry, I've been busy with homework, exams and final projects before, and I'll continue to update every three days~ Bixin (1/1)

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