Master Xiao thinks about those years

Time passed slowly, but the night did not fall.

From the moment Fu Nian and others entered Luocha Mountain, it was daytime.This mountain seems to never be black, and there is no end to it.

A few hours later, Yan Chen woke up leisurely.Fu Nian sat at the side with a sullen face, and no one spoke.There was an awkward atmosphere in the hall.

Not long after, a white-clothed waiter came in to deliver the medicine, Yan Chen took the medicine bowl, and swallowed it up without blinking.He didn't use Fu Nian to help him at all, a trace of resentment flashed on Fu Nian's face, and then he was surprised.

Such a bitter medicine, I drank it without blinking...

The waiter in white went out, and the hall continued to remain silent.Yan Chen wasn't angry with Fu Nian, he just didn't know what to say to Fu Nian, what Fu Nian did to him was a gap in his heart that he couldn't bridge.

The apprentice didn't know, and made those surly actions towards him.But he knew all of this clearly.

He thought that if Fu Nian knew that the person he blasphemed was his master one day, he would be desperate, just like his current desperate state of mind.

According to the vague calculation of the day, the two of them stayed in the hall in silence for about two days.

Fu Nian was thinking about Yu Nian, but because there were white-clothed waiters guarding outside the hall, he never had a chance to go out.

Two days later, the Purple Clothed Mountain Lord also came again.

Still smiling at Yan Yan, the purple silk was billowing, she lightly moved lotus steps into the hall: "Brother Ah Si, are you feeling better?"

Yan Chen was able to reluctantly go down to the ground at this time, when the Purple-clothed Mountain Lord came in, he was standing by the window in a moon-white shirt in a daze.And Fu Nian leaned against the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

"It's much better." Yan Chen replied.

"Then Ah Si brother should accompany Yiru to play games, Yiru is very boring alone."

Yan Chen paused, and finally answered "yes", Yiru seemed very happy, holding Yan Chen's hand and going out.

The two walked out, when Yan Chen passed the talisman beside the bed, he clearly saw him resting his hands on the pillow, opening his mouth and mouthing something.

Yan Chen understood at a glance, what he said was "Yu Nian".

This should be the first sentence Fu Nian said to him in the past few days.He was reminding him of the purpose of their trip.

Just as he led Yan Chen all the way out, the waiters in white all nodded and bowed their heads, showing indescribable respect.When the two of them had gone away, the waiter in white would raise his head, look at each other, and whisper to each other.

"Is that man a human being? Isn't the Mountain Lord the most annoying?"

"Hey, you don't know that, I heard that he looks like the dead Mr. Ah Si..."

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Under the pear tree, beside the stone table.

The ever-blossoming pear blossoms stand holy and dust-free on the branches, and when they fall down, they become a flurry of snow.Scattered on the cold stone table, also scattered on the sandalwood zither on the stone table.

"Brother Ah Si, can you play the guzheng for me? Yiru hasn't listened to it for a long time." The charming woman in purple knelt on the futon, smiling expectantly at Yan Chen who was sitting behind the guzheng.

Yan Chen is not Ah Si, but the owner of Ziyi Mountain asks him to play the zither without hesitation.

Yan Chen didn't know what kind of person this woman's husband was, but coincidentally, he happened to know how to play the zither.

In his previous life, Yan Chen always stayed in Shangyu's Nine Cold Palace, because he wanted to practice the purest spells, so he stayed away from the world, and Shangyu's disciples generally would not bother him.

After a long time, it will always be boring. The days are long and the nights are long. In addition to practicing spells, Yan Chen chose to learn how to play musical instruments, and this kite is one of them.

Yan Chen sat upright in front of him, his five fingers spread out to touch the body of the piano.He was born with a good pair of hands for playing the piano, his five fingers were slender and white, as he moved up and down on the strings, there was a clear zither sound slowly rippling.

It's like the impact of jade and Jue, and the ring is jingle.

But it slowly flows into the bottom of my heart like a clear spring, attracting bursts of coolness.The breeze blows, setting off the rain of pear blossoms.The ink hair is flying, staining the petals.

Yan Chen's moon white clothes fluttered slightly, covering his whole body with snow white.

At the end of the song, pear blossoms are everywhere.

The lingering sound lingered, and the waiters in white clothes standing behind the pear tree were intoxicated.

"Brother Ah Si played really well!" Yi Ru clapped her hands and applauded, with sincerity in her eyes.For a moment, Yan Chen's mind was in a trance. With such an expression, he seemed to see the talisman of youth.

"Master played really well!"

A cheerful and clear voice, without a trace of hypocrisy.

"Master, Master, can I learn the zither with you?" The pure young man stood beside him and asked with his small face raised.

"When Ling Chen learns the spell and sword skills, Master will teach you, okay?"

"But swordsmanship is too difficult..." The boy drooped suddenly, as if he had been hit.

"It's okay, study hard, you can always learn."

"it is good!"

The young man complied sternly, as if he had decided to work hard on spells and swordsmanship.Yan Chen seemed to still be able to see the shadow of the young man practicing hard, but in the blink of an eye, the young man disappeared.

When Yan Chen died, he didn't have time to teach Fu Nian to play the zither.

"Brother Ah Si, I learned the piece you like, can I play it to you now?"

The charming woman interrupted Yan Chen's imagination, before Yan Chen could answer, the purple-clothed woman in front of her lowered her head sadly, and said somewhat falteringly: "But... I may not play well..."

"You play it, I don't mind." Yan Chen replied indifferently, he was familiar with this mountain lord's fickle temperament, and whenever he thought of it, he would.Experience told him that it was best to agree to her request.

Besides, listening to others playing the zither is really not difficult, even if you play the zither "badly", it's not much better.

But in fact, Yan Chen overestimated the beauty in purple in front of him.

If he was more careful, he would find that the waiters in white clothes standing behind the pear tree had a frightened expression of "going to hell".

She stretched out her slender hand, and her slender and soft fingers touched the strings. In an instant, Yan Chen's face was as dark as night.The ears don't feel like their own anymore.

It was an indescribable sound, like a wooden door scraping the floor, or like a hard stone hitting, booming and earth-shattering, as if it was about to smash the guzheng. This kind of sound can only be called There are four words... vomit hoarse and mocking.

It's so ugly, Yan Chen has never heard such an ugly voice in his previous life.

The white-clothed waiters standing on the side all frowned, their faces were almost distorted but did not dare to distort, enduring the double torment of body and mind.

"Does it sound good?"

After an unknown amount of time, the devilish zither sound stopped, and Yiru shyly raised her head to look at Yan Chen.

Yan Chen: ...

Does it sound good?Do you think it sounds good?

Yan Chen shook his face calmly, but didn't speak, he really couldn't say "yes" against his will.That's no longer lying, that's self-deception.

"Isn't it... a bit, ugly?"

Seeing that Yan Chen pursed his lips and did not speak, he was a little frustrated, his curled eyelashes drooped, casting two shadows under his eyelids.

Yan Chen: ...

Of course it was ugly, but he couldn't say it.

The white-clothed waiter at the side lowered his head and slandered in his heart: "Isn't this nonsense?" However, no one dared to swear.He could only look sympathetically at Yan Chen who was sitting next to the purple-clothed mountain master.

"Cough..." The man with a clear face finally coughed lightly, raised his eyes to look at Yiru: "Given time, he will definitely improve."

"Really?!" Yi Ru was very happy, as if he had received some great reward.

Yan Chen took out a smile like coaxing a child and nodded slightly.It's good to leave some leeway, he can't crush people's enthusiasm to death.

He has been a teacher and has also studied ancient books on education. He is well aware that a person has a specific developmental nature, which cannot be said in a day.

Although, it seems that it is really difficult for the master of Ziyi Mountain to improve his piano skills...

The white-clothed waiter next to him couldn't bear it, and secretly extended two fingers to Yan Chen.

Yan Chen didn't understand what this meant.The waiter in white opened his mouth again, mouthing something.

Yan Chen was taken aback, and understood what he meant: learn Guzheng for 200 years.

That is to say, their Ziyi Mountain Master has practiced the guzheng for 200 years.The time has been enough, and I am afraid that if I give it more time, I will not be able to improve.

Knowing the cause and effect, Yan Chen couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

In 200 years, this is already a child who cannot be taught.

"Brother Ah Si, please introduce me to human games again. I am tired of playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting you taught me."

"You are tired of playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting..." Yan Chen looked at the woman in front of him with some hesitation. After showing his piano skills just now, Yan Chen felt that she might indeed be "tired" of playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Why, Brother Ah Si doesn't believe it?" Yi Ru waved his hand, creating a chessboard with paper and ink.Yan Chen hurriedly stopped: "No need, you must have some attainments in this area if you say so."

"Achievements? Brother Ah Si, what are your accomplishments?"

"... Accomplishment is achievement, which means that you have made some progress in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"It turns out that's the case, as if I understand."

Yan Chen: ...Why do you feel that the purple-clothed mountain lord is not very smart?Yan Chen raised his head and looked at the person in front of him slightly from the corner of his eye, always feeling that there was something missing from the purple-clothed mountain master.

"Brother Ah Si, let me introduce your game, otherwise... I will perform piano, chess, calligraphy and painting for you."

Yan Chen: "...let me think about it."

His thoughts were in a mess, Yan Chen felt that he needed to come up with a game urgently, otherwise he might suffer mental torment today, what game can he play?Apart from practicing spells in his previous life, even if he stayed in the Nine Cold Palace, he never played any games.

game……

Xiao Tao's face suddenly appeared in his mind, Yan Chen's eyes lit up, and he had an idea.

"You turned into a pile of mud." Yan Chen said to Yiru.

"Mud?"

"En." Yan Chen nodded.

"Okay, I'll listen to Brother Ah Si."

So the guzheng was removed, and a piece of black mud appeared on the stone table.Yan Chen didn't speak, stretched out the bare hands that had played the guzheng just now, and mercilessly picked up a ball of mud.

Yiru couldn't understand: "Brother Ah Si, what are you doing?"

"Knead artificial objects." Yan Chen answered seriously while kneading the mud.

Also like: "Knead man-made objects?"

"Just pinch whatever you want, and you can create everything you like."

"Oh, then I'll pinch a brother Ah Si first, and then I'll pinch a room with brother Ah Si." Yi Ru smiled brightly, convinced Yan Chen's words, then stretched out those slender hands, and "snapped" Pick up a lump of sludge.

The pear blossoms are flying and falling.In this elegant environment, a man and a woman with good looks and clean bodies are happily... rubbing the mud in their hands.

Yi Ru had a great time playing, so in order to catch up with the progress, she called the white-clothed waiter who was standing aside and watching, and helped her rub the mud...

"Kneading artificial objects" is of course Yan Chen's nonsense. He just saw Xiaotao playing with mud in the yard, so he took the purple-clothed mountain master to play with mud. In order to make "playing with mud" sound more logical, he added a name.

Kneading artificial objects, it sounds, seems to be the case.