After transmigrating the book, I recognized the wrong protagonist

Jing Wenyu sent Xie She and the others outside the Chongyang Hall, and said: "At this time, the Great Elder should be in the garden behind the hall, and you can see it when you go there."

Xie She nodded: "Thank you."

He led Ning Jiu to walk in, and the little guy was still nervous: "Although the Great Elder doesn't have three heads and six arms, he is also scary."

Xie She wanted to comfort him a few words, but just passed a green gate, and saw the Great Elder sitting on the bluestone not far away, he could only swallow his words silently.

"Master." They said in unison.

The great elder didn't open his eyes, and didn't even move the corner of his clothes: "Go, fill up all the water tanks there, and don't use any spiritual power."

Xie She looked to one side, there were more than [-] water tanks there, and it would take a whole day to fill without spiritual power.

Ning Jiu frowned, Ziwei asked, "What's the problem?"

Xie She: "No problem."

Ziwei opened his eyes, gave him a rare look, and said nothing.

Xie She and Ning Jiu were assigned two wooden buckets and poles, and a disciple led them to familiarize themselves with the route of carrying water, and they had to carry water for the next day.

Ziwei sat on the bluestone the whole time, neither looking at them nor speaking, even the whole day did not change her posture.

Zhu Huai personally went to Chongyang Hall to pick up the people, and when they arrived, Xie She and Ning Jiu had already come out.

"How was the first day?" he asked.

Ning Jiu said: "The master asked us to carry water, and we carried it from morning to night."

Zhu Huai smiled and said, "You're exhausted, go back and have a good rest."

He looked up at Xie She, with a deeper smile: "Let's go."

Back at Banxiantai, Zhu Huai took out a pen and paper, intending to write down in detail the construction of the base that Yan Guilai mentioned today, as a reference for him.

Halfway through writing, he twisted his hands and neck, and when he looked up, there was a knock on the door, and he said, "Come in."

It was Xie She, who didn't come in, but said at the door: "Disciple found a small kitchen in Banxiantai... Master, do you want to eat?"

Zhu Huai pushed open the door: "You are so tired today, you don't need to do this."

Xie She lowered his eyes: "The apprentice is not tired."

"You did it because I like it."

Xie She didn't seem to be poked at the center of things, he raised his eyes: "Master, I'm worrying too much, this disciple is just used to doing this."

Zhu Huai didn't want to ask the end, and said with a smile, "Let's go, use a little."

Ning Jiu was so exhausted today that she didn't even have the energy to eat while lying on the table.

Since Song Xianyi was in class with other disciples, Zhu Huai had already taught her what she should learn, so it was just a review, and it was very easy.

Because most of the disciples do not have bigu talents, there is a special canteen in Qingyuan Mountain. If each temple wants to open its own restaurant, it will also provide fresh meat and vegetables, all of which are top-grade spiritual.

After Xie She found the small kitchen in Xianxiantai, he spent some time cleaning it up, and then went to collect the ingredients and came back to cook a table full of meals.

Many disciples were startled by the sudden smoke rising from the unoccupied Immortal Terrace all year round. After some inquiring, they found out that it was Shuang Xuezun's second disciple who was cooking there, and the smell was absolutely extinguished.

Even the Great Elder knew about this, and said with a sneer, "I still have the strength to cook, it seems that I am not cruel enough."

Yan Guilai smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Ziwei: "No idea, continue tomorrow."

Ziwei only wanted to keep Ning Jiu, but Zhu Huai sent Xie Amnesty along with him, which really flattered his second apprentice.

From the first moment he saw Xie She, he could sense the hatred hidden in the young man's heart, those eyes looked cold and indifferent, but buried the most poisonous root of evil in the world.

Qingyuan Mountain's cultivation is pure and upright without desires, disciples like this must not be on the same path as him.

Ziwei has been upright and upright all his life, and he has always done things like grinding people's edges and corners.

The next day, Zhu Huai went to the meeting hall as usual, Song Xianyi went to class, and Xie She and Ning Jiu went to the Great Elder.

Zi Wei was still sitting on the bluestone yesterday, heard them coming, and said: "Take the water in the tank back to the river today, spill a drop, and you won't have to eat at noon."

Ning Jiu was dumbfounded, completely unable to figure out why more than [-] tanks of water had to be transported back and forth.

Fortunately, he still knew the seriousness, so he didn't question Ziwei face to face, but whispered to Xie She after walking away: "Senior brother, I think the elder seems to be suffering from dementia."

Xie She was silent for a moment, then knocked him on the head: "Do you think that Master can't hear you?"

Ning Jiu looked back at the great elder who was meditating on the bluestone: "No way, look at him sleeping so soundly."

The Great Elder who is practicing: "..."

Xie She and Ning Jiu carried water here, Zhu Huai went to the meeting hall, and handed over the detailed plan he had written to Yan Guihui.

After Yan Gui saw it, he was full of praise: "Shuangxue Zun is really a role model for my generation, a well-deserved peerless genius, the light of dawn in the cultivation world, with you, our Qingyuan Mountain will last forever, and live as long as the sky. ..."

"It's alright, it's alright," Zhu Huai interrupted his steady stream of rainbow farts, "When does the sect master plan to gather the leaders of other sects?"

Yan Guihui: "Three days later, I sent a letter yesterday."

Zhu Huai: "The efficiency is good, then you see..."

Zhu Huai wanted to say that he would not go to work today, but Yan Gui came back and said, "I just have time today, and I will take Master Shuangxue to meet our disciples in Qingyuan Mountain."

Zhu Huai: "Can I not go?"

Yan Guihui: "No."

You don't have to sit and read case books left and right, and it doesn't hurt to walk around.

Yan Guilai brought Zhu Huai to a building, one of which was teaching formation lessons, the old man with a gray beard saw the head of the sect outside, and an elegant and handsome young man, who wanted to come out to meet him.

Yan Guilai waved to him, signaling him to continue his lecture.

Yan Guilai: "I remember that Shuang Xuezun has a lot of research on the art of combat, and I will definitely invite you to give a lesson to my disciples someday."

Zhu Huai: "I'm not good at lecturing, I'm afraid I'll disappoint the headmaster's expectations."

"Why did Lord Shuangxue say that?" Yan Guilai smiled, "Yesterday, during the formation exercise, Lord Shuangxue's apprentice was very amazing."

Old and cunning, Zhu Huai knew that this person was very bad. On the first day, he asked him to read the case book, on the second day, he planned to let him give lectures, and on the third day, he might be assigned some tasks.

Zhu Huai had the right to refuse, but he didn't, and responded with a smile: "If that's the case, then I'll start class tomorrow."

Yan Guilai said happily, "It's so good."

The two moved around a few more classrooms, and didn't look at the rest. When Yan Gui came back and had something to do, Zhu Huai wanted to go and see Xie She.

Zhu Huai guessed that the Great Elder must have asked them to carry water today, so he walked back to the mountain and saw Xie She passing by carrying water.

Because I can't use any spiritual power, carrying water back and forth, my shoulders will definitely be sore from the pressure. I have carried it all day yesterday, and I am still carrying it today, I am afraid that the shoulders under the clothes have already been bruised.

Zhu Huai felt distressed seeing it, and wished he could go up and help.

Ning Jiu was too small, and the water would easily spill out when he stirred it up, so there was only half of the water in the bucket, but it was not easy to walk.

The sun was getting brighter, Zhu Huai looked at it for a while, and finally couldn't help but block some sunlight for the two apprentices.

Ning Jiu raised her head: "Why does it feel like the sun is getting smaller?"

Xie She also looked up, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Zhu Huai didn't let them find him, but the Great Elder obviously did.

Looking at Zhu Huai who appeared in front of her at the end of the day, Ziwei's eyes were full of reproach.

Zhu Huai smiled at him, but Ziwei had nowhere to vent her anger.

But Ziwei's way is high, and he can't punish his apprentice, so he punishes his apprentice's apprentice.

He automatically skipped Ning Jiu, and his eyes stopped on Xie She.

Being stared at by the great elder, Xie She's back straightened again.

"I have a copy of "On the Way of the Sword". You finish copying it tonight and send it to me tomorrow."

Ziwei threw a book to Xie She, and she saw Zhu Huai's face change.

Xie She held the book, his expression unchanged: "Yes, Master."

Zhu Huai is very angry, if Ziwei punishes him, he still has a way to hide and hide, but Ziwei punishes Xie She, how can this straight man of steel play tricks?

Before leaving, Zhu Huai said to Ziwei: "Master, you will be pointed at when you play chess."

Ziwei: "???"

Xie She went back with that "On the Way of the Sword", Song Xianyi asked in surprise: "Junior brother has learned this lesson now?"

Ning Jiu: "How can it be, the ancestor somehow asked the brother to copy this "On the Way of the Sword", and it will be handed in tomorrow."

Zhu Huai felt a little guilty. He knew that he was punished because he thanked him for his forgiveness. "On the Way of the Sword" is such a thick book, even if he could finish copying it in one night, his handwriting would be useless.

Zhu Huai really couldn't bear it, and said with concern: "Xie'er, you don't have to cook today, copying books is more important."

Xie Amnesty: "The apprentice can finish copying."

Zhu Huai: "Don't be brave, if it's really difficult..." He slowly approached Xie She, and said softly, "I will help you cheat as a teacher."

At the moment when the orchid breath approached, Xie She couldn't help but breathe lightly, he lowered his head so that people couldn't see his expression clearly: "If Master wants to help disciple, tonight...you can help disciple grind ink Bar."

Zhu Huai said briskly, "Okay."

Said it was helping grind the ink, but in fact it was just Zhu Huai watching Xie She copy the book.

When Xie She was writing, his back was straight, his hand was firm and strong, and his handwriting was clear and elegant. When Zhu Huai saw it, he couldn't help but praise: "Who taught you how to write?"

Xie She said: "My mother."

Zhu Huai paused, remembering that Xie She's mother has passed away now, if she really taught Xie She's characters, she must be an elegant and weak woman.

Zhu Huai didn't speak anymore, and Xie She didn't seem to mention his mother, and continued to copy that "On the Way of the Sword".

He didn't copy quickly, so Zhu Huai didn't have to grind his ink all the time. He sat beside him and watched him write, holding an idle book in his hand, and looked at him from time to time.

"On the Way of the Sword" is a book about swordsmanship, the content in it is difficult to understand, and there are many uncommon words, so few people will learn it, Ziwei just threw him a copy, Xie She read it while copying , In the past two or three hours, he has already copied most of it.

His hands and neck were a little sore, he paused to rest for a while, and when he looked up, he found that the master was propping his chin with his hands, and fell asleep just like that.

Immortal cultivators use meditation instead of sleeping, so Xie She has never seen Master when he is asleep.

The clean and dusty young man closed his eyes, his usually cold face softened a lot, white as jade, lips like vermilion cherry blossoms, at this moment he is more harmless than ever.

It seemed to be a dream, and there was still a vague smile on his lips. If it wasn't for the wind blowing the candle, shaking his body in front of Xie She, he didn't know when he would be able to recover.

After Xie She had a reaction, he realized that he was staring at Master in a daze.

Perhaps it was because he was too tired recently that he had some hallucinations that he should not have. At that moment just now, there was an urge in his heart to keep watching.

It's like paying any price for it.

The author has something to say: the beautiful master, sleep online