"Cheng Qian."

For some reason, the master called Han Yuan and "Xiao Yuan". When he was called Cheng Qian, he always had to keep his name and surname. He couldn't tell whether he preferred him or not. He always had a serious and serious expression in it.

Cheng Qian raised his head at a loss and clenched his hand in his sleeve into a fist.

"Come on." Mu Chun looked at him, then, probably because he realized that he was too serious. He drooped his eyelids slightly and restrained himself into a kind-looking weasel, and his voice softened a little, "Come here."

While speaking, Mu Chun raised one hand and placed it on Cheng Qian's head. His palm felt a little heat, and it was later conveyed to Cheng Qian with the fragrance of grass and trees on his cuffs.

But this did not have any comforting effect, and Cheng Qian was still panicked.

He recalled the words "frivolous and erratic" of Master's comments on Han Yuan, and thought to himself: "What will Master say to me?"

In a hurry, Cheng Qian reviewed his equally hasty life from beginning to end, intending to pick out his own faults and spread them out, so as to make psychological preparations before the master spoke.

Cheng Qian counted carefully: "Will he say I am small-minded? Or is it not be kind enough? Not friendly enough?"

But as a result, Mu Chun Zhenren did not say his shortcomings and precepts in person like he did to Han Yuan. His master even stumbled on him for a moment, as if he was looking for a suitable word with great difficulty.

It was not until Cheng Qian waited coldly for a while before he heard Mu Chun say carefully, "You, you know what you think, I won't say anything extra, I'll give you the word "free" as a precept."

This precept is so simple that it is a bit troublesome and is boundless, making people unable to understand its meaning for a while. Cheng Qian couldn't help frowning, and his heart was empty. The breath in his chest did not relax, but was hung higher.

Cheng Qian blurted out and asked, "Master, what is 'freedom'?"

After asking, he regretted it a little because he didn't want to act like Han Yuan.

Cheng Qian tried hard to calm his mind, with a little temptation and lack of confidence, showed off his strength, and asked, "Is it just to calm my mind and practice hard?"

Mu Chun paused, and did not give any explanation. Finally, he just nodded vaguely and said, "Now...just be true."

Now, will it be no longer there?

And what is "even"?

Cheng Qian was even more confused when he heard this answer. He even sensitively sniffed a clue of unknown future from the words of Mu Chun. However, he could see that the master didn't want to say more. He had to swallow the questions in his heart out of precocious tact. He just bowed properly and said, "Yes, thank you for your teachings."

True Man Mu Chun sighed silently. He looked like a not-so-strong middle-aged man, but in fact he was already so old that he could see something. Of course, he could see something--he was a thorough politeness in this journey, and he was called a brother to the Taoist boys who served him in daily life. Obviously, it was not because he felt that the people around him were particularly worthy of respect, but he refused to hurt his red tape "elegance" in front of these "outsiders".

There is a saying that "rituals are the weak loyalty and trustworthiness and the head of chaos" [Note]. No matter how good this child has a good understanding and talent, his nature is far from the great way. He is very dedicated and does not like it very much... However, he is very proud and probably doesn't like it.

Mu Chun let Cheng Qian go, a little worried that he would go astray in the future.

He overturned the three-legged broken wooden table and called Han Yuan and Cheng Qian to come together.

I saw that the wooden table was covered with caves that were worm-eaten, scattered and bustling. The gap between the insect's eyes was even full of dense small characters.

Mu Chun said: "This is what the teacher will first pass to you when he is in the beginning. I, Fuyao Sect’s rules, you two must write down word by word. Starting today, I will write it down every day, and write it for 49 days."

Faced with these rules, Cheng Qian finally showed a proper surprise - he always felt that something as sacred as a school of rules should not be carved under a broken wooden table.

...It's still a three-legged wooden table.

Also astonished as him was Han Yuan on the other side.

The little beggar stretched out her neck and said in shock: "Oh, what are these? Master, it knows me, but I don't know it!"

Cheng Qian: "…"

A master who may be a weasel, a bullshit precept, a set of rules engraved under a rotten wooden table, a sissy senior brother, and an illiterate beggar brother... His starting point of his practice career is so unusual, what else can he cultivate in the future?

Cheng Qian felt that his future was bleak.

However, when he went back tonight, Cheng Qian felt brighter because he learned that he had a study room, which not only contained the vast amount of sweat he had dreamed of, but also the paper and pens prepared by Xue Qing for him.

Cheng Qian had not written words on paper yet - the knowledge of his biological parents may not be able to be written from one to ten, and naturally his family would not prepare these. Over the years, relying on his ability to remember everything, he even knew a lot of words from Lao Tongsheng, and put them in his mind. When he went back to draw on the ground at the door of his house, he really wanted to touch the four treasures of the study in his dream.

Cheng Qian became addicted unknowingly, so he didn't listen to his master's words. The master only asked him to write the rules every day, but when Xue Qing came in and asked him to have dinner, Cheng Qian was already writing the fifth time as if he was addicted, and it was very meaningless to stop.

The wolf hair is different from the branch. Cheng Qian touched the paper and pen for the first time, and the words he wrote were of course unsightly, but it could be seen that he was deliberately imitating the handwriting of the door rules on the wooden board. When he looked at the Buzhitang, he not only put the door rules into his mind in analyzing manner, but also greedily carried away all the ins and outs of the horizontal, vertical, strokes and strokes.

Xue Qing found that every time he wrote it, he would correct the previous one that was not like it. The bad thing was imitated and focused on it. As if there was no one around, he would sit down and not move for most of the time, and even didn't notice that he had entered his study.

Cheng Qian slept well on the first day, but he was a little excited and insomnia that day. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could feel his wrists soreness, and his mind was full of handwriting on the door rules.

The door rules must have been engraved by the man who wrote the plaque. Cheng Qian liked his words so much that he tossed and turned. The plaque was fine. The broken wooden table engraved the door rules seemed to be bad in a few years. He inferred that the door rules should not be engraved for too long.

Whose word is that? Is it the master?

Until he fell asleep unknowingly, he was still thinking about it all over the place. In the confusion, something seemed to lead him to wander around Fuyao Mountain. As he turned, he turned to the "Buzhitang" he had been to during the day. Cheng Qian thought for no reason: "What am I doing here for Master?"

But he couldn't help but walk in, and then met someone in the yard.

The man was tall and tall, probably a man, but his face was very blurred, his face seemed to be hidden in a black fog, his hands were clearly tied, white and blue, like a lonely ghost.

Cheng Qian was shocked and subconsciously took two steps back, but was a little worried about his master, so he plucked up his courage and asked, "Who are you? Why are you in my master's yard?"

As soon as the man raised his hand, Cheng Qian felt a huge suction force, sucking his feet away from the ground, and in a blink of an eye it had arrived in front of the man.

The other party raised one hand and touched Cheng Qian's face from a high point.

Cheng Qian was shocked and the man's hands were so cold that he touched him and his whole body was frozen.

Immediately, the man grabbed Cheng Qian's shoulder and chuckled, "Little guy, you're so brave, go back!"

Cheng Qian felt that he was pushed hard by someone. He suddenly woke up on his bed, but it was not dawn yet.

After having such a dream, he could no longer sleep, so he had to clean himself up and run to the yard to water the flowers to pass the time, making Xueqing until he sent him to the mission hall, and still felt ashamed that he had gotten up later than him.

The Mission Hall is a small pavilion with several tables and chairs in the pavilion, and there is an open space around it. It was still early when Cheng Qian and the others arrived, but a Taoist boy had already cleaned the ground, boiled water, and was about to prepare tea.

Cheng Qian quietly found a place to sit down, and the Taoist boy immediately trained to serve him a bowl of hot tea.

Although Cheng Qian kept his face cold, his butt sitting on the stone bench was always cautiously hit by the side - habit became natural, and there was no way, he could bear the blame, but he didn't enjoy much happiness. Sitting aside drinking tea and watching others work, he felt embarrassing and uneasy in his heart.

After waiting for a cup of tea, Cheng Qian heard the footsteps. When he looked up, he saw a strange boy walking from the path on the side.

The young man was wearing a navy blue robe, holding a wooden sword that was as wide as a palm in his arms, and his feet were fast, walking without looking at him. The Taoist boy following him chased him in a little embarrassed manner.

Xue Qing whispered to Cheng Qian: "That's the second uncle."

Second senior brother Li Yun and Cheng Qian had seen a wooden sign with this name written on it after he didn't know the wood plaque behind the wood door. He hurriedly stood up to greet him: "Second Brother."

Li Yun didn't seem to have anyone in the pavilion. He paused when he heard the sound, looked up and glanced at Cheng Qian. His eyes seemed to be bigger than ordinary people, so his eyes didn't look very gentle, and he was cold when looking at people.

...Maybe it doesn't seem cold, it's cold.

Li Yun glanced at Cheng Qian quickly, and then suddenly and stiffly stroked Cheng Qian with a smile. No matter how you look, it seems to be malicious: "I heard that the master brought back two junior brothers, are you?"

Cheng Qian instinctively disliked Li Yun's gaze, and felt gloomy, not like anything good, so he simply replied: "It's me and my fourth junior brother Han Yuan."

Li Yun took a step forward, leaned closer with interest and asked, "What's your name?"

His interest seemed to be the kind of interest when the old wolf saw the rabbit. Cheng Qian almost wanted to retreat, but he held back. He stood straight in place and replied expressionlessly: "Cheng Qian."

"Oh, Xiao Qian." Li Yun nodded skillfully and made a smile without laughing, "Hello."

Cheng Qian's eyes were full of his white teeth. At this point, he had confirmed that there was no other person in the entire Fuyao Sect except for his master.

But the master may still be a human being.

After a while, Han Yuan and his master also came. Han Yuan sat in front of Cheng Qian without seeing him, complaining that Cheng Qian was not going to play with him. At the same time, he took advantage of the gaps in his words and took every refreshment on the table and tasted it.

Han Yuan sometimes smiled at his master's flattery, and sometimes he turned around and winked at Cheng Qian, busy but not messy, explaining what "ugly people are causing trouble" word by word.

However, the eldest brother Yan Zhengming was two minutes late before yawning.

He was absolutely unwilling to walk here, so he asked two Taoist boys to carry a rattan chair for transportation and carry him all the way from Wenrou Township.

A beautiful girl took a small step and followed him with a fan, while another Taoist boy was holding an umbrella.

Yan Zhengming led the two generals Hum and Ha, with white clothes floating like clouds.

This young master seemed to be here to attend morning class, but to make trouble.

When he entered the mission hall, the senior brother first glanced at Li Yun with arrogant eyes, hung his disgust on his eyebrows, and then looked at Han Yuan and his table of pastries that were not perfect. This glance made the senior brother open the folding fan in his hand with a "brush" and cover his eyes to prevent his innocent vision from being defiled.

In the end, he had no choice but to walk to Cheng Qian with his nose, his eyes were not his eyes. The Taoist boy around him stepped forward with a well-trained step forward, rubbed the stone bench back and forth four times, put the mat on the tea stand aside, and then placed the hot tea on the tea stand with a talisman engraved. In the blink of an eye, the tea stand cooled down the steaming tea water, and it was cold that a layer of water vapor condensed slightly outside the tea cup. Yan Zhengming picked it up and drank it half-deadly.

After completing all the above steps, Young Master Yan's buttocks were just sitting down.

Li Yun was so surprised that he didn't exist, and Han Yuan's stunned expression seemed to be saying "What's this thing?"

Cheng Qian watched the whole process from close range. Even though he was used to being mean, he felt nothing to say at this time.
Chapter completed!