The male protagonist has a crush on this seat's vest

Su Mu's physique is weak and his cultivation level is shallow, he is already a dispensable person in this sect, this time he returns to the sect, he will be considered as tired from wandering outside and go home to have a rest.

He is naturally very idle on weekdays, and no one asks him to do anything every day.

So for more than a month in a row, he would come over every other day for a walk, and when he saw Qi Yan, he would greet him with a few words.

It would be a bit exaggerated to say that he is a junior who loves his own sect.

Some disciples murmured quietly behind their backs: "Master Su has taken a fancy to Junior Brother Qi?"

Bai Hao glanced at the other party, with a decent and gentle smile on his face: "It's Junior Brother Qi's chance."

The disciple glanced around Bai Hao's face, but didn't see any flaws in the gentleness, and without the slightest bit of anger, he just muttered: "I don't know what is so special about Junior Brother Qi..."

Bai Hao's expression remained unchanged, and he said perfunctorily, "Junior Brother Qi should naturally be somewhat extraordinary."

His elder brother saw it so openly, and he had already said so, so he had nothing to complain about, so he obediently shut up.

And as slow as Liu Changfeng, Su Mu has already noticed something unusual after being visited by Su Mu every now and then.

The obvious ulterior motive is not in alcohol.

Liu Changfeng had already asked his first apprentice in private, and the other party not only came here every now and then, but almost every day, but he was often away when he came for a walk.

After hearing that Su Mu would occasionally bring some rare and interesting things over, Liu Changfeng couldn't sit still anymore.

This morning, as soon as Qi Yan approached Liu Changfeng's residence, he felt a trace of divine thought gently brushing over his body, sweeping around at an extremely fast speed like a breeze, and then quietly closed it away. stand up.

Qi Yan noticed it, and was stunned for a moment.

The sword spirit was also awakened by the fluctuations in the air, and he yelled: "It's your master? He's peeking at what we're doing."

Qi Yan pursed his lower lip lightly and remained silent, but shook his head slightly to indicate that he didn't know.

When he reached the gate of the courtyard, Liu Changfeng just pushed the door open and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Qi Yan immediately bowed and saluted, "Master."

Liu Changfeng nodded with a stern face, "Morning."

From the corner of his eyes, Qi Yan watched Liu Changfeng walk down the steps slowly, and politely moved a little to the side, making way for the other party to go first, and waited until his master passed by him. Only then did he say again: "Respectfully send off Master."

"What are you sending me?" Liu Changfeng glanced at him expressionlessly, then raised his chin towards the yard, "Go in quickly and get the pole. I also want to go for a walk by the river."

This should mean to ask him to go with him, Qi Yan guessed that his master might have something to say to him, so he responded: "Yes, master."

Then he trotted towards the courtyard, quickly took out the pole, and waited behind Liu Changfeng.

Liu Changfeng didn't look back at him, he walked silently with his hands behind his back, and took the lead to walk forward.

Qi Yan followed quietly.The two stood in front of each other, with cold and expressionless faces, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

After a while, Liu Changfeng asked, "Do you feel wronged?"

After he finished speaking, before Qi Yan could ask any doubts, he said again: "I want you to get up early every morning and travel so far to fetch water and firewood for your senior brother."

"This is an experience for my disciples. If you feel wronged even for doing such a simple and trivial thing, how can you go far on the road of cultivation?" Qi Yan replied, "I don't feel wronged."

These words are very close to the core idea of ​​Liu Changfeng's daily teaching, which satisfied him.

Liu Changfeng nodded, walked forward for a while with his hands behind his back, and then asked, "How do you feel about being a teacher?"

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Qi Yan to react, he added: "There are a lot of talents in this sect, and they have already become masters, and the number of monks who have the ability to recruit disciples cannot be counted with both hands and feet. Master teaches disciples Each has its own merits.

Some love their disciples very much, take them with them wherever they like, and give them any good things.Some are close to the disciples, without so many rules, and they are as friendly as the same generation as the disciples.In contrast, as a teacher, I don't know if I am too strict and alienated my disciples too much.Qi Yan, what do you think? "

Hearing this, Qi Yan has already realized.Liu Changfeng just went around and asked secretly: Su Mu or I, which one do you think is better.

It was probably because Master Su Mu was always looking for him these days, and Liu Changfeng knew about it. He was worried that he would be poached, and it was not easy to ask directly, so he waited for him early in the morning.

rather than aware of anything else.

"A strict teacher produces high-level apprentices, and the disciples don't feel that the master is strict." Qi Yan thought for a while, and said directly, "A few days ago, Master Su Mu always came to look for disciples, saying that the master was short of someone to accompany him when he went out. Master Uncle knew that I was interested in Zatan, so he wanted to leave the opportunity to my disciple and take him on a tour, but my disciple kept in mind the teaching of the master, not to be greedy for fun and not to practice diligently, so I rejected Uncle Su. The disciple felt that, Uncle Su is a little more relaxed towards juniors, not as good as Master."

"I'm just asking casually." Liu Changfeng paused, then glanced back at Qi Yan, with a little blame in his words, "What do you think Uncle Su is doing."

Qi Yan immediately apologized.

But these words undoubtedly calmed Liu Changfeng's worries. Although he was blaming Qi Yan for criticizing his elders behind his back, he was actually very satisfied and didn't ask Qi Yan any more questions.

After Liu Changfeng took the lead and walked to the river in silence, he found an excuse and left, leaving Qiyan to fetch water by the river alone.

Today, when the disciples were about to finish their daily homework, Su Mu came again as scheduled, and pulled Qi Yan to ask about his health. Like other elders, he began to ask about some things related to cultivation.

Before returning to the residence, he saw someone running towards the direction of the disciples in the distance.

Probably because he was not familiar with Qi Yan's seniors in front of him, so he didn't stop longer, but went straight past the others and continued to run.

Qi Yan's eyesight is good, he can tell that Cheng Ran is here, this kid is running as fast as a rabbit with excitement on his face, and he doesn't know what good deed he has done again.

But Su Mu's eyesight was extremely poor, Qi Yan didn't notice anyone coming without saying a word, until Cheng Ran stopped in front of them, only then did he realize that another nephew was coming.

Cheng Ran had never seen Su Mu before, so naturally he didn't recognize him, but he could tell from his clothes that he was an elder, so he greeted, "Master Uncle."

Su Mu raised his hand and pushed the crystal chip, squinted his eyes, and finally saw Cheng Ran clearly.Seeing that he was unfamiliar, he asked, "what's the matter, nephew?"

Immediately after he saw Cheng Ran glance at Qi Yan, he laughed: "Master nephew is here to find Qi Yan?"

Seeing Cheng Ran nod in response to himself, Su Mu asked again, "What's the matter, nephew?"

Qi Yan, your egg is cracked.

But Cheng Ran quickly scanned the faces of the two of them back and forth, realizing that he was not familiar with the uncle in front of him, and did not know the details of the other party, so he kept his words under wraps.

Cheng Ran scratched his head, with a big smile on his face: "I just saw a new bird's nest on the roof, so I climbed up to have a look, and there happened to be a nest of bird eggs inside, so I took out the eggs inside It’s cooked, it’s already cooked. I’m here to ask Qi Yan to eat with me.”

When Qi Yan heard him say "bird eggs", he knew why the other party came.It's that egg.

He was afraid that the eggs would break if he always carried them with him, so whenever he went out and had strenuous exercise, he would leave the eggs in the box in the house.

Su Mu frowned, as if he couldn't bear to hear it, and seemed to be surprised that such a big man still had the behavior of digging out bird eggs, "Oh?" After a cry, he smiled softly: "So it is Call Qi Yan to eat."

He glanced at Qi Yan and said with a smile: "Then nephew, let's go eat first, and worry about being hungry. Don't wait for me, I'll just walk slowly by myself."

Qi Yan responded, and after thanking him, he quickly ran away with Qi Yan.

Cheng Ran glanced back, only to think that the uncle was walking back in a state of illness.

Zongzhong was suffering from a serious illness, and there were usually not many such uncles, so he searched his mind, and then remembered a gossip about the head of the sect that he had heard a long time ago: "That is Uncle Su? The blood relative of the leader."

"Yes." Qi Yan nodded, and then asked Cheng Ran, "What's the matter?"

Hearing his question, Cheng Ran's face was filled with excitement again. Seeing that Su Mu had left, he hurriedly said, "Qi Yan, your egg, your egg is cracked."

Qi Yan looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

Cheng Ran continued: "I didn't crack it. When I came back today, I heard a rattling sound in your box. I was worried that a mouse had entered it, so I quickly opened it and took a look. Then I saw your box. The egg has been exposed, and the eggshell has cracked several pieces, so I hurried over to call you."

Although every time the two of them get together and look at the egg together, the topic of discussion is often inseparable from whether to eat it, how to eat it, whether it tastes good, and what taste, but in fact, the two of them secretly poke at each other. I like that egg very much, but I seldom express it.

When Qi Yan is free, he likes to hold the egg in his bosom and wait for it to hatch, and Cheng Ran occasionally leans over to have a look, imagining what kind of little monster will hatch out of it.

Sword Spirit was also a little excited when he heard it, and urged: "Take Gu to have a look."

The two hurried back to the hut.

When he reached the door, Qi Yan pushed it open and strode towards his suitcase.

The room was completely quiet at this moment, and there was no sound of Cheng Ran's description.

Cheng Ran leaned against the wall, folded his arms and stared at the box.

Qi Yan squatted down beside his box, rubbed his hands subconsciously, and then carefully lifted the lid amid the urging voice of the sword spirit.

Then he saw that the egg inside had cracked a large piece, protruding from the inside was a fiery red bird head with closed eyes, drooping on the eggshell.

Sure enough, it hatched.

The little bird noticed the movement, moved slightly, raised his head, and opened his big eyes.

The pupils are also fiery red.

The little bird's big eyes moved, as if looking at Qi Yan for a while, then tilted its fiery red head, puffing up its cheeks like a human being.

Qi Yan stared blankly for a moment.

The sword spirit also saw the little thing, and let out a long, "Oh" exclamation.

The fiery red bird moved, pulled the eggshell to the side, and then tilted its head.

The cheeks next to the bird's beak were bulging, and there was a soft "click" sound like a hiccup.

The sword spirit was silent for a moment before shouting: "It's about to breathe fire!"

Following the sword spirit's words, the little bird suddenly opened its beak wide, and a hot flame spurted out from its throat.

Qi Yan's reaction was extremely quick, and he immediately dodged backwards. If not, he would have been burned.

He turned back and grabbed the teapot in the corner, and poured the tea in it towards the scorched roof.

Turning around again, I saw that the little bird had completely broken free from the eggshell, stretched its small wings, dragged its beautiful tail feathers, chirped happily, and flew up while breathing fire.

Seeing the sword spirit, he laughed hoarsely, and then whispered after laughing for a while: "It's really a little Suzaku."

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