After Song Mo helped Tang Huan up, he withdrew his hand and turned around and asked the guy, "What's going on?"

He was serious and before he could stand, he had a stern temperament without anger and mightyness. The masters in the shop respected him, while the younger guys were respectful and afraid. So as soon as he appeared, the guy put away his domineering appearance just now, stood respectfully at the door, and replied in a muffled voice: "Boss, this guy came too late but didn't get to register. Please remember his name. I don't want him to stop me because he broke the rules."

Song Mo glanced at him and looked at Tang Huan.

Tang Huan knelt down without waiting for him to speak, pointed to the lantern hanging on the shelf in front of him, and looked at Song Mo with a firm look.

The guy whispered to the side: "Boss, he is a mute."

Song Mo said "um" and saw Tang Huan's thin body and thin cheeks, he frowned and asked her: "You are here to become a disciple, do your family know?"

Tang Huan shook his head, pointed at the sky, lowered his eyes, and tears rolled down.

Song Mo understood it. Seeing that the boy was disabled and his parents died, he did not drive people away like someone had blocked the road before, and signaled Tang Huan to get up first, "Show me your hands."

When the master accepted her as his disciple, he also saw her hand. Tang Huan guessed that he would probably pass this level of apprenticeship. So he reached out his hand. The master was so picky that he praised her for her brilliant bones. Just looking at her palms, Song Mo should be able to fall in love with her?

Song Mo, an ordinary citizen, didn't know how to touch the bones and look at the face. He just wanted to see the shape of the boy's hand. When Tang Huan stretched out, he looked down and saw that her fingers were slender and slender, looking like a clever look. He praised in his heart, then held the joints of her right hand and pressed it, as soft as boneless. He was slightly surprised. He was definitely not allowed to do this job, but a man had such a pair of hands...

He let go of her and told the friend: "Tell him his name." After that, he turned around and left. He was very satisfied with the boy's hand, but whether he could become a master and apprentice depends on his performance tomorrow.

Tang Huan looked at the man's departure back in confusion, then looked down at his hand. He touched his hand and gave her the qualification to participate in the competition. Couldn't Song Mo really like a good-looking man?

"What are you still standing there? What's your name? Where are you here..." The guy glared at Tang Huan, leaned over and lay on the table, and asked her loudly.

Tang Huan walked over, snatched his pen, and wrote his name on the roster: Yu Wu.

This game ends with five games left.

After leaving the lamp shop, Tang Huan settled in an inn. During dinner, someone around mentioned Song Mo, so she deliberately slowed down and listened.

It turned out that this was the first time that Song Mo had accepted a disciple publicly. He recognized his eldest disciple Fu Ning when he went out. He was only seventeen years old and was ten years younger than Song Mo. Because Fu Ning also had a good appearance, many people suspected that the relationship between the master and the apprentice was not simple.

Tang Huan was about to drink, but when he heard this, he suddenly remembered Song Mo's previous move of touching her hand, and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. It was easy to see if the other party had any other intentions. Like Lin Peizhi touching her hand, he was obviously teasing her, but Song Mo's touching her, except for the warmth of his fingertips, she felt nothing strange.

But this cannot be determined that Song Mo does not like men. Maybe he just didn't like her?

After eating and drinking, she heard that Song Mozhao was all people who had never learned to lanterns, so Tang Huan went to bed with peace of mind. As long as she did not take the poetry, songs and essays, she was confident to win.

Why?

With the person who is so picky about his master, he only accepted her as his disciple.

The next morning, there were thousands of people in front of the Song family's lantern shop, all of which were young men under the age of 20. In addition to those who wanted to become disciples, there were also those who came to watch the fun.

Tang Huan looked at it from afar, but she wanted to see how Song Mo accepted the disciples.

Soon, the door opened and a tall man in a royal blue round neck robe walked out. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long eyebrows and phoenix eyes and a smile on the corners of his lips.

What a handsome and handsome man!

Tang Huan's eyes lit up, and he felt a little regretful that he didn't squeeze into the front.

"Everyone, calm down," Fu Ning stood in the center of the door, speaking loudly, and his voice was clear. "The teacher said that a hundred people participated in the first competition at the same time, and five people were selected at a time. The selected people went to the side to prepare for the second game, and the losers were also asked to leave on their own. Now please queue up and stand up, and the first batch of 100 people went to the hospital to wait."

As a great disciple of Song Mo, Fu Ning's words were very important. The people in the front stood up quickly, and only the buzzing and muttering from behind, privately trying to compete.

The first hundred people went in. After about a stick of incense, a sudden noise from the sky came from inside, and it quickly calmed down again.

A guy ran out and said something in Fu Ning's ear. Fu Ning nodded and counted again.

This time it was Tang Huan's turn.

When she entered the door, she carefully looked at Fu Ning. One was that she admired the appearance of this person, and the other was that if the rumors outside were true, this person would be her "love rival".

Fu Ning noticed that someone was looking at him, not curiosity, but a strong exploration. He followed the feeling and found a handsome young man wearing a green scarf, thin and small, with a calm face, and a pair of black eyes as bright as a spring water, looking directly at him without any timidity.

He smiled at the boy and continued to order people.

Tang Huan snorted in her heart, laughing in vain. She would never show any mercy if she dared to ruin her good deeds.

The Song family courtyard is divided into three places. The courtyard in the middle of the first two places is extremely large, and it is the place where the apprentice's lamp is made. At this time, the middle was cleared out and five large tables that could accommodate twenty people. The guy arranged for these hundred people to sit down and left.

No one told them how to compete, no one brought tea and water, so they just let them sit dryly like this.

After a brief quiet, someone stood up and left his seat and looked around, and someone asked the people around him what was going on. There was a honest man with a national face sitting next to Tang Huan. He chatted with her. Tang Huan didn't even look at him, but just stared at the table in front of him. Since the competition ended with a stick of incense before, Song Mo could not waste time letting these people understand each other. It is very likely that the competition had begun.

The people around him became more and more irritable, and Tang Huan became more and more sure.

Sure enough, after a stick of incense, a gray-haired master came out to lead the people. Tang Huan's table included her, and Tang Huan didn't look at the remaining three. She didn't care.

There were 48 people who finally passed the first competition.

The loser had left and the yard became quiet. Tang Huan and others were taken out again and sat at the previous table. However, at this time, there were scissors with long handles and short blades on the table. In the middle of the table, a piece of colorful butterfly paper was laid out.

Fu Ning and four masters walked to the five tables respectively, and Fu Ning still spoke: "Now, I and several masters will demonstrate how to cut paper. Please see clearly. We will only demonstrate once, and then you will cut paper by yourself, which is still a stick of incense. You have three pieces of rice paper in front of you, and finally give us the best cut paper you think. The master will select five people who match his wishes and then select the third competition."

"What kind of competition is this? Which big man..."

Someone complained in a low voice, and Fu Ning looked over with a smile: "If you don't want to compete, you can leave now, we won't force it."

The man became weak.

"Okay, let's show off, please be optimistic."

Fu Ning stood with a smile, picked up scissors and rice paper, and cut it skillfully.

Is this a test of observation ability and skill?

Tang Huan was speechless, looking at Fu Ning, but Jinzhi thought in his mind.

The brocade is gentle and clever, and the festive patterns cut during the festivals are lifelike.

Tang Huan was so grateful to his master and arranged Jinzhi’s dream ahead!

After a stick of incense, she got what she wanted and participated in the third competition with the other four people under Fu Ning's leadership.

Then, she met Song Mo.

Then, Song Mo asked who the five pieces of paper-cutting were from, and then he touched their hands one by one seriously.

Then, she, the mute, won with her beautiful hands.

When he knelt down and kowtowed, Tang Huan really wanted to ask the man in front of him. He was struggling for a long time. Do you think you just want to pick a pair of good-looking hands?
Chapter completed!