there is someone behind me

After finishing the morning class, Zhou Ling went to the dining room to eat as usual.The place where their group of students eat is in the same yard as the school, not far from the kitchen in this yard.When Zhou Ling walked in, he found that there were...a lot of people in the dining room today.

There were whispers in my ears, I guess I knew what they were talking about, and their eyes were either vague or straightforward, but Zhou Ling remained motionless.After serving the food and finding an empty seat to sit down, Zhou Ling began to eat.

Eating and eating, there are more people around me.It was the little boy who pointed at him in the morning and said "you're wearing a skirt".About eleven or twelve years old, he hasn't started to grow tall yet, looking thin and small.

He stood beside Zhou Ling for a while, his eyes fixed on Zhou Ling's bright red skirt, as if he couldn't bear to see a man wearing a skirt.But thinking of what Liu Mingzhe explained, a proud smile appeared on his face.He handed a wooden doll in front of Zhou Ling: "Here, sir, let me make a wooden boy for you to demonstrate, and you can carve like this. Brother Zihong will take you to practice in the afternoon, so don't trouble him."

Zhou Ling looked at the little wooden boy in front of him, and really wanted to say to the little boy: You have this skill at such a young age, why do you practice Liu Linglang?Just do the figure directly, and then open a live broadcast, it will definitely become popular.

Seeing that Zhou Ling didn't speak, the little boy frowned: "Hey, did you hear that?"

Zhou Ling took Xiao Mutong and put it in the cloth bag he was carrying casually: "I heard it, don't bother me. Do you have anything else to do?"

"Gone."

"Oh." Zhou Ling stood up: "Then let me go, I'm done eating, and I'm going to deliver the bowls and chopsticks."

The little boy watched Zhou Ling walk away, and felt uncomfortable for some reason, as if a sentence was choked in his throat and he didn't say it.He didn't like Zhou Ling, and many people in the school and even the entire Liu family also rejected this extremely Yin body who was born with advantages.But due to the orders of their elders, they had to accept his existence.

Entering the main family is not the end, the Liu family also has different levels, and everyone wants to go further.They have practiced hard since they were young, but they are not as good as a natural physique. This is something that many people can't accept for a while, not to mention that such a good physique is a foreign name that was airborne.

Of course Zhou Ling could feel the Liu family's slight exclusion and alienation towards him, but he didn't want to stay here, so he didn't care at all.But when will the Liu family let him go?It was agreed to experience Liu Linglang, he felt it, and was defeated by the preliminary preparations.However, the Liu family clearly saw his poor knife skills, but they didn't mention letting him go at all, and instead let him make a small effort to catch up with the progress.This is very strange, why are you so impatient?What does the Liu family need an extreme yin body for?

Zhou Ling took a walk in the yard in front of her room, thinking about the meaning behind these actions of the Liu family while walking.It is true that the extreme Yin physique is a great blessing to those who learn Taoism, but a century-old family is not so downcast that the children in the family can't sustain it, why bother to hold him?

Zhou Ling paced back and forth, without thinking at all.

This is what Liu Zihong saw when he came. The fiery red skirt flung out lively arcs, and the shadow of the sun left flickering lines on his smooth calf. edge down.If it was a girl, Liu Zihong would definitely be willing to go up and have a chat, but this horse is a man!It's still a foreign surname they brought back from outside.

Thinking of this, Liu Zihong felt that his breath was blocked and he felt uncomfortable.He came here reluctantly, and had already had a preliminary understanding of Zhou Ling - this is a person who stepped into the world of metaphysics but did not want to take a step forward. In him, Liu Zihong could not see any hard work. fighting spirit.He doesn't want to learn, so it must be impossible to learn well.

When Zhou Ling turned around again, he saw Liu Zihong. He stopped, took out his phone and checked the time: "It started so early?"

Liu Zihong frowned upon hearing this: "It's getting late."

Zhou Ling swallowed the phrase "just a little" on his lips.Well, sure enough, the big door is more strict, and no one on Zixiao Mountain cares whether he does morning, middle and evening classes.

The two entered the room and sat opposite each other at the table.Liu Zihong spread out a small package on the table, which contained a complete set of carving knives. He began to explain the use of each carving knife in a flat voice, and then gestured with the demonstration wooden boy in Zhou Ling's hand, which knife is the best? Where should be engraved.Zhou Ling reluctantly listened at first, but after more than ten minutes, his upper and lower eyelids began to fight.

I pinched myself and drove away some drowsiness, but it didn't take long for me to doze off again.

The moment Liu Zihong raised his head, he saw Zhou Ling's head rushing down little by little, and his face was pulled down directly.He wasn't willing to teach Zhou Ling yet, but the other party fell asleep first, can he bear it?

Of course not.

So Liu Zihong slapped Mutong on the table, and with a crisp "pop", Zhou Ling woke up immediately.

Liu Zihong said with a dark face, "Is this how you listen to lectures?"

Zhou Ling was stunned for a while, then exhaled slowly: "I was scared to death, I thought there was an earthquake."

Liu Zihong's face turned even darker.

Zhou Ling pushed the carving knife on the table inward, and leaned over to the table: "My friend, I can see that you don't welcome me very much. Actually, I don't want to stay here either, but you use my mother's relics to lure me I came here. Can you explain to me, when will I be able to leave?"

After speaking, he looked at Liu Zihong.The other party seemed to be hesitating, with a slightly loose expression on his face, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Zhou Ling felt sorry for a moment, but quickly regained her composure.At least from Liu Zihong's expression, the Liu family did hide something from him.

"Continue to class." Liu Zihong abruptly changed the subject.After talking about some precautions, let Zhou Ling start the actual operation.

With a knife in his hand, Zhou Ling resigned himself to cutting the small wood for practice, but the effect was still bad.He was depressed, and Liu Zihong was watching, watching, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He dared to guarantee that any eight or nine-year-old child in Liu's family would be better than Zhou Ling.

"Dogs look better than you." Liu Zihong, who couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't help but taunted.

Zhou Ling: "...Actually, I think so too."

Taunting Liu Zihong, who had no effect: "...Go on, you have a lot of wood to practice on."

Zhou Ling's eyes moved to the pile of wood piled up like a hill, and he fell into despair.

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Footsteps and voices sounded in the yard, which signaled the end of the school.Zhou Ling, who had sore arms and blisters on his fingers, glanced at Liu Zihong, his eyes were full of words: "Can I finish class?"

Liu Zihong stood up and left. Anyone with this kind of student would be pissed off.One afternoon, the movement was extremely slow, what the hell is that carving that is not round or square?With this progress, do you still want to raise Liu Linglang before the Magic Summit?It was too late.

Zhou Ling collapsed on the table after Liu Zihong left, feeling very tired, even more tired than repairing a broken blue and white bowl.As long as he thinks that he will have to continue to struggle with Mu Mu tomorrow, Zhou Ling will have nothing to love.

This Zhou Ling was so desperate that he didn't even want to eat dinner, but Liu Zihong went directly to Liu Ruyi and said bluntly: "There is no way, I can't teach. His hands are not hands that hold knives at all."

When Zhou Ling was doing the carving, he also observed that his hands were cut like green onions without even a cocoon. After pinching the knife for a while, the red mark was ground out. It is impossible to carve a qualified Liu Linglang in a short period of time. , not to mention that Zhou Ling didn't work hard at all, and his mind was not on it at all.

After listening to Liu Zihong's words, Liu Ruyi pondered for a while.Liu Linglang must be sculpted by the practitioner himself, otherwise, not to mention having psychic communication with the practitioner, he would not even be able to develop spiritual consciousness.If Zhou Ling has determined that Liu Linglang cannot be sacrificed, then other courses must be arranged in advance, some courses used to match the Liu family's techniques.

"Okay, you don't have to teach him tomorrow. Since it's too late, you can only train him as a supporter." Liu Ruyi's words determined Zhou Ling's future direction.

At this time, Zhou Ling was walking slowly towards the dining room.There is still food to eat, he spent an entire afternoon without eating and he was really hungry.

On the way to the dining room, I heard a very small meowing sound.It was the "meow meow" of the little milk cat. Zhou Ling liked these furry animals since he was a child, so he searched for the sound and found it.Finally, I found an orange kitten in a flower bed.The whole body was wet, as if it had just been picked up from the water, and half of the net was still covering the body, obviously it was thought to be thrown here.

Zhou Ling frowned, walked up a few steps, helped the little milk cat to remove the net from its body, and carried the cat back to the room.After drying it briefly, wrapped the kitten in a towel and kneaded it gently for a while.He didn't care about eating anymore, so he went to the kitchen to ask if there was any fresh goat milk. The chef knew that it was the very Yin body newly brought back by Liu's family. He happened to have some goat milk egg custard left over at night, so he found a bottle for him. Kaifeng.

Zhou Ling just went back with the fresh goat's milk, and spent most of the night taking care of the kitten.When he was a child, he was fed by a spirit tiger in the mountains. Now looking at the yellow kitten, he thought of the tiger mother who grew up with him. Seeing the pitiful meowing of the little milk cat, he had the impulse to raise it.

"Poor little one, I hope you will grow into a big, chubby orange cat in the future." He stroked the little milk cat's head, as if knowing that he would not be thrown away, the little milk cat's weak cry gradually became softer.

Early the next morning, before Zhou Ling got up, there was a lot of noise in the yard, which woke him up.Zhou Ling listened to the movement for a while, as if it was at the door of his room?But he didn't understand what it was for, so he was not in a hurry. He first took a look at the kitten, then washed it, and finally opened the door.

"can I help you?"