Why should a master "meet" with the elder brother?

Cheng Qian and Han Yuan were both confused, and the master was afraid that the world would be unlucky and explained: "Don't be too careful, your senior brother is quite heartless, and you don't have to be afraid of him, just like being a teacher."

Wait, what does it mean to be "like a teacher"?

In short, Mu Chun Zhenren successfully lit the shallow mist on the heads of the two little disciples into a thick pool of paste.

After passing the mountain gate, several Taoist boys came up with the sound of the cold water.

The Taoist boys are seventeen or eighteen, and the small ones are threeteen or fourteen. They all have beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, like a group of golden boys under the throne of immortals, with graceful clothes and sleeves automatically without wind.

Needless to mention the stunned Han Yuan, even Cheng Qian, who had been quite proud all the way, also felt a little ashamed of himself.

Because of this, Cheng Qian spontaneously took the initiative to resist. He subconsciously tightened his face, straightened his back, and firmly hid his curiosity and lack of knowledge.

The leading Taoist boy saw Mu Chun from afar. Before he arrived, he had already laughed and said casually: "Where has the head traveled again this time? Why did he get fled to the famine? Alas, why... the young master who got there?"

Cheng Qian broke the kind greeting word by word in his heart, but he could not pull out a little bit of respect from it. The Taoist boy seemed to be not "the leader", but "Uncle Han from the neighboring village" or something.

True Man Mu Chun didn't care, and even showed a little careless smile on his face, pointing at Cheng Qian and Han Yuan and said, "My newly accepted disciple is still young, so please settle it."

The Taoist boy smiled and said, "Where can I settle down?"

"Take this to the South Courtyard," Mu Chun Zhenren pointed at Han Yuan casually, and then he lowered his head intentionally or unintentionally, facing Shangcheng Qian's bottom-up gaze. The young man's bright black and white eyes had innate restraint, and some inaccurate panic about the unfamiliar environment.

The smile without seriousness on the corner of Mu Chun's mouth suddenly calmed down. After a moment, he pointed out Cheng Qian's place of going with an almost solemn attitude: "Let Cheng Qian go to Bianting."

"Bianting" is not a pavilion, but a small courtyard with a very remote location, which means being alone. There is a stream passing by quietly on one side of the courtyard wall, and a large bamboo forest on the other side, which is very quiet.

The bamboo forest has been around for a while, and even the breeze in the past can be dyed green, and the whole yard seems to be in a sea of ​​bamboo, green and a little bit pure and desireless.

There are two eternal lamps hanging at the gate of the courtyard, which are also engraved with talismans, but they are much more refined than the "family heirloom" of the Cheng family. The halo is soft, the wind cannot blow, and people are not surprised to walk. One left and one right, one quiet and distant, with a plaque in the middle, with the words "Qing'an" written on it.

It seems that the word "Fuyao" as Yamaguchi comes from the same person.

The Taoist boy who led Cheng Qian was named Xueqing, who was about the same age as the eldest brother in Cheng Qian's family. Xueqing was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. She looked pretty and pretty, but her facial features were a bit bland. She was the most inconspicuous among the Taoist boys. She was taciturn and didn't seem to be very fond of showing off.

"This is the side pavilion on our mountain, also called Qing'anju. I heard that the head of the sect lived here before, but later it was free and he also built a vegetarian hall." Xue Qing explained gently, "Does the third uncle know what a vegetarian hall is?"

Cheng Qian was not very clear, but he still pretended not to care much and nodded, and followed Xue Qing into the courtyard. There was a small pond ten feet in the middle of the courtyard. There was a talisman engraved on the black elm pallet below. It must have had some fixed function - the water in the pond did not flow or flow, condensed but did not move.

But when he walked closer and looked carefully, Cheng Qian found that it was not a pond, but a rare large gem.

The stone is neither jade nor green, and the tentacles are cool, and there is a little blue in the dark green, which gives a cold and deep tranquility.

Cheng Qian had never seen such a rare object. Even though he didn't want to look like a country bumpkin, he was still stunned for a moment.

Xue Qing said, "I don't know what this thing is, but we all call it Qingxin Stone. The head of the sect found it. In the past, he often used it to copy scriptures when he fasted. If it was to be suppressed, the yard would be much cooler in summer."

Cheng Qian couldn't help but point to the Ming Fu on the elm tray and asked, "Brother Xue Qing, what is this talisman used for?"

Xue Qing seemed to have not expected Cheng Qian to be so polite to him. He was stunned for a moment before answering: "Uncle Third Master, don't break me - this is not a talisman."

Cheng Qian glanced at him, and Xue Qing strangely read a little restrained doubt from his eyes. The young man's eyes seemed to be able to speak, and compared with the other person picked up by the head, it seemed more meticulous.

Xue Qing didn't know how to describe it. He actually could see that the child was not from a high school and might not have read any books. However, he seemed to be trying hard to pinch himself into a gentleman, and he was so restrained that he made every move, as if he didn't know what face to use to date others.

Simply put, it is just a little pretentious - and there is no goal or imitation of the object.

Generally, artificial people are a little annoying. Even if they are just a child, for some reason, Xue Qing did not hate Cheng Qian, but instead felt a little pity for him. Therefore, he replied slowly: "Uncle Third Master, Xue Qing is just a servant with poor qualifications. He takes care of the daily life of the head and the junior masters. The way of talismans is profound. We don't even understand the superficial things. We just heard the head mentioned a few words and come back to learn the tongue. The young master is not careful to ask the head or my family... your senior brother."

Cheng Qian heard the word "my family" keenly, and then recalled the attitude of these Taoist children to be intimate and respectful to the head, and became more and more confused.

Xueqing quickly took him to familiarize himself with the decorations inside Qing'an's residence, hurriedly served him to wash away all the dust of traveling, changed him into a decent piece of clothing, cleaned up inside and out, and then led him out again.

While maintaining his image of not showing timidity, Cheng Qian asked Xueqing indirectly who the eldest brother was. He learned that his eldest brother was named Yan Zhengming, and he was born in a wealthy family.

How rich is it? Cheng Qian was confused about this place - he was a poor child and had no idea about "wealth". The so-called "wealth" people he had seen were just like the village head king. Wang Yuanwai married the third concubine at the age of 60. In Cheng Qian's view, he was already very rich.

I heard that when Yan Zhengming was seven years old, he ran away from home for some trivial matters and was cunning by them... The scheming master picked it up and knew the beads with keen eyes.

When Mu Chun heard this, she reminded in shock: "You must not let your senior brother hear this."

Cheng Qian and Han Yuan saw that the head of the sect was like a stray dog ​​with their tails, and they thought to each other in a sympathetic manner: "This is simply outrageous, and they ignore the principles of heaven and ethics!"

They thought of this and looked at each other, and they all saw the shock on each other's faces. So they hurriedly clamped their tails with their master and learned the first key skill of this sect - the Triple Trigger Divine Art.

In fact, when Cheng Qian first met his senior brother himself, he was shocked.

The man was still young and arrogant, but he was extremely arrogant. He was wearing a snow-white satin robe with dark patterns embroidered on it. Only when the light and shadows changed during the movement showed a little glitter. He leaned on the back of the carved chair like a boneless one, his eyelids were half hanging, and his chin was supported with one hand, and his hair spread out like ink.

Yan Zhengming heard the voice, and Aida ignorantly raised his eyelids. The corners of his eyes were swept like light ink, long and raised, and a proud and feminine spirit was swept out for no reason. When he saw his master, he had no intention of standing up. He sat steadily on the chair, spoke slowly, and asked, "Master, you went out and picked up two more things, what else did you come back?"

He seemed to look later than others, and the young man's voice had not had time to fade away. With a little coquettish tone, it sounded more like he could tell that I was a male and female.

But his mother had to be justified. It didn't seem to be inconsistent with her, and she didn't seem to be inconsistent with her.

The head of the sect smiled and rubbed his hands, introducing: "Oh, this is your third junior brother Cheng Qian, this is your fourth junior brother Han Yuan, they are still young and ignorant. In the future, as the eldest senior brother, you should help your master give them more."

Yan Zhengming jumped after hearing Han Yuan's name, his eyebrows jumped, and his skin seemed to twitch. He half opened his eyes and glanced at his freshly released fourth junior brother in a condescending manner, then quickly turned his eyes, as if his eyes were defiled.

"Han Yuan?" The eldest brother seemed dissatisfied and slowly commented, "It turns out that he is as famous as his name, and he looks a little unfair."

Han Yuan's face was already blue and white.

Yan Zhengming threw him aside and turned to Cheng Qian again.
Chapter completed!