Cao Qinglang has also stood up.

Chen Ping'an stretched out his hand and pressed it softly, "There will be no need for such red tape in the future. I will feel more comfortable."

Cao Qinglang smiled and nodded, but still waited until his husband sat down at the table before sitting down.

Chen Pingan held his sleeves with his hands, leaned forward, glanced at the small carving knife on the table, and said with a smile: "This carving knife was the first time I left my hometown for a long trip. I bought it in a shop in the capital of the Sui Dynasty.

Jade seal, given by the shopkeeper. Remember those bamboo slips I gave you earlier? They were all carved word by word with this small carving knife. The things themselves are not valuable, but they are quite meaningful in my life.

The same object."

Cao Qinglang stood up, took a few steps back, and saluted.

Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Some meanings, just some meanings. You don't need to take it so seriously. There are many objects that are meaningful to me, most of which are worthless. But if you care so much, then I still have a lot of straw sandals.

Do you want it? I’ll give you a pair, and if you bow once, who will lose and who will gain? It seems that both parties can only lose money. If the student and the gentleman don’t make any money, then they shouldn’t do anything.”

Cao Qinglang shook his head and said with a smile: "Sir, don't forget the straw sandals, I can also knit myself, maybe even better than my master."

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "When it comes to knowledge and practice, I, a half-hearted gentleman, may not be as good as you. Only when it comes to weaving straw sandals, I have traveled all over the world and rarely met an opponent."

Cao Qinglang smiled slightly.

Chen Ping'an joked: "According to the analogy of Li Tuanjing, the previous owner of Fenglei Garden, if weaving straw sandals is also a way of repairing the road, then you are just a fledgling lower five realm and don't know what the upper five realms of weaving straw sandals are.

A scenery.”

Cao Qinglang nodded and said, "That's right, sir."

Chen Ping'an was speechless. Then he thought about it, what kind of atmosphere is missing in his Luoshan Mountain now? There is no shortage of grass on the wall, and there is no shortage of sycophants in the Ascension Realm. They are all left to his founding disciple, Zhu Lian and others to go to who knows where.

So much so that even the half-disciple Guo Zhujiu was a self-taught fellow like Pei Qian, so he lacked the character of Cao Qinglang.

So Chen Pingan smiled happily. He finally accepted a good and normal student.

Cao Qinglang felt a little uncomfortable, so he reached out and picked up a bamboo fan with an inscription on the fan and engraved characters on the fan bone. The nickname of the folding fan is quite elegant, including "wind cool".

The inscriptions on the fan are naturally obvious and can be seen immediately, but what Cao Qinglang really likes is the row of small regular script on one side of the fan. It is like a hidden child who is afraid to see people and writes very small characters.

Maybe the fan buyer was a little careless, and without paying attention, he mistook it for a bamboo fan with only the name on the fan but no inscriptions. For months, years, and in this life, he will not know.

Cao Qinglang closed the folding fan, held it in the palm of his hand, stared at the line of words, raised his head and said with a smile: "No wonder Mr. likes to drink."

Chen Pingan smiled knowingly.

Carvings on bamboo.

The world is like a big dream. If you drink, you are not afraid of getting drunk. If you are not drunk, you will be the person in the dream.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "If you like it, I will give it to you."

Cao Qinglang shook his head and said with a smile: "I won't delay Mr. making money."

Chen Ping'an casually picked up another fan, fanned the breeze, and said with a smile: "Your husband is not that kind of person."

Cao Qinglang asked: "Sir, shall we engrave Su Zhang together?"

Chen Pingan immediately put down the folding fan and said with a smile: "Okay."

Cao Qinglang held back his laughter, twirling the snow-white stone seal that caught his eye, holding a carving knife in his hand, and then hesitated a little, so he could only ask softly: "Sir, carving and writing are very different. I have never done this before.

, if it is the first time to use it and the engraving is wrong, wouldn’t it be a waste of a seal?”

Chen Ping'an's mind moved slightly. Feijian Fifteen swept out of his aperture and was held in his hand. He said with a nonchalant expression: "The material of the seal is just an ordinary thing from the Great Wall of Sword Qi. It is a kind of stone picked up randomly in the mountains and fields. It has nothing to do with money."

It's money, but if you really mind, then carve slowly. If your hand is slow and your heart is quick, you will make less mistakes. Besides, the sword cultivators on the Great Wall of Sword Qi are easy to talk to and don't pay much attention to the subtle flaws of the font itself. As long as the printed text is

Once you have some ideas, you will definitely be able to sell it.”

Chen Pingan held the "engraving knife" fifteen in one hand and the seal in the other hand. He planned to give money to Cao Qinglang and Pei each. He thought about the content of the seal and did not engrave it for a long time.

Therefore, it was Cao Qinglang who was carving a seal for the first time but had already prepared a draft. He was the first to "write". After writing the first word, Cao Qinglang took a deep breath, took a short rest, and looked up. His husband was still thinking over there.

Cao Qinglang lowered his head and continued to carve words.

There is a saying that has been in Cao Qinglang's heart for a long time after returning to Pei Qian. However, the young man does not intend to tell his husband, otherwise he will be suspected of suing and gossiping behind others' backs.

"If you don't know how bad Pei Qian was before, you won't know how good Pei Qian is now."

Regarding the reunion of Pei Qian after a long separation, even just talking about his height, why was he so different from what he imagined? In fact, at the corner of the street in his hometown in Fudi, I was surprised to see the already graceful young man holding an umbrella.

Later, when they met again, Cao Qinglang became even more confused.

It wasn't until he followed Pei Qian to the Xinxiang Temple that Cao Qinglang was able to understand a little bit. Later, when he arrived at Luolu Mountain, his doubts gradually diminished and he began to gradually adapt to Pei Qian's changes and changes. As for now, although he still has not fully figured out the reasons.

, at least Cao Qinglang will no longer mistakenly think that Pei Qian has been possessed by a cultivator, or that part of his soul has been replaced, as he did at the beginning. Otherwise, why would Pei Qian's temperament change so drastically?

It's like going from one extreme to another.

The young man was attentive and thoughtful. In fact, even after traveling far away from Luolu Mountain, he still had some worries.

Then there was the lecture between the master and his disciple on top of the city.

This made the young man completely relieved.

But at this moment, Cao Qinglang suddenly felt guilty and said that he was not complaining. It seemed that he had just complained behind Pei Qian's back.

Cao Qinglang held her breath and concentrated again and continued carving.

Unknowingly, the orphan in the back alley back then has become a young man in scholarly clothes.

Cao Qinglang planned to give this seal to his husband.

Chen Ping'an still didn't think about what to engrave, so he had to put down the plain seal in his hand, put away the Flying Sword Fifteen and returned to Qi Mansion, and turned to pick up a pen to write on the fan.

Cao Qinglang raised his head and looked at Chen Pingan, and did not look away for a long time.

Chen Ping'an didn't look up, but he noticed something strange about the young man, and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Engraved it wrong? Then change a seal and start over again. It's just that the wrong seal was engraved before. If you are willing, just put it away. Don't

lost."

"I never made a mistake."

Cao Qinglang shook his head, remained silent for a long time, and murmured: "I am very lucky to meet Mr."

Chen Pingan laughed dumbly and still did not raise his head. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said: "Sir, he is also very happy to meet the students."

Cao Qinglang continued to concentrate on carving.

After Chen Pingan finished writing on the fan, he turned around and asked, "What words were engraved?"

Cao Qinglang quickly raised a hand to cover the seal, "It's not finished yet, sir, you will know later."

Chen Ping'an smiled. This student was different from the founding disciple who was definitely busy trying to impress people at the moment.

Cao Qinglang sits upright, with a focused expression, meticulous carving, calm mind and steady hands.

Use the carving knife given by your husband to write the seal script. Next time you leave, I will give you this seal in your hand.

Cao Qinglang hadn't finished carving yet. He closed his eyes in the middle, and a beautiful picture that he had imagined for a long time appeared in his mind. What he thought in his heart was what was written on his hand.
Chapter completed!