Master tutoring class

There is a strong wind on the top of the mountain, and the light-colored petals flutter in the wind, which is the unique red of oleander at the foot of the mountain.

An Heyi was sandwiched between the two, and was firmly drawn by their gaze.

He couldn't figure out how he had fallen into such a situation.

Just when An Heyi was silent, "Wen Jing" and Wen Xiuyuan gave up the answer and started fighting.

Spiritual power surged and swept towards his fragile house.

"Stop!"

An Heyi sat up sweating, facing a bamboo-colored wooden board, white cranes flapping their wings outside the window, and the occasional chirping of birds, creating a peaceful scene.

so far so good.

An Heyi shook his head, any memory gradually faded, and when he recalled it again, he forgot what he had dreamed before.

Wen Xiuyuan woke up in the room, lying on the bed and beating the pillow, laughing loudly.

quite funny.

His master is much more interesting than he imagined.

Wen Xiuyuan rolled around, picked up the jade token thrown on the bed, and opened it.An An, who was on the side, squatted beside him with her calf.

An Heyi's spirit card flickered, and for some reason, it made him a little uneasy for no reason. He took the jade card with a wave, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

Master Budu: I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you very much. If it's convenient for you, can I see you?

It turned out to be the master of the cram school, An Heyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Tan Yu: You are welcome. I don’t know when brother will come. I will sweep the couch to welcome you.

Wen Xiuyuan's eyes curled up.

Master Budu: This afternoon.

Wen Xiuyuan lay on the bed and laughed out loud, and An An next to him giggled with him, making Wen Xiuyuan pat him on the back.

The laughter gradually stopped.

In the bamboo building on the mountainside of Zangyi, a tall palm tree gradually turned into a human shape. Wen Xiuyuan tapped on it, and the palm tree moved.

The man shook the paper fan lightly, the scarlet gauze was fluttering in the wind, his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling with a trace of alienation, just like Wen Jing in the cram school.

Wen Xiuyuan rubbed his hands, for the answer he didn't get in the dream, he had to come up with a reason in reality.

With a wave of his hand, the wooden man flew out of the sect.

An Heyi tidied up the house again, and Guigui gnawed away every piece of his furniture. He tidied up briefly, but it still looked crude.

His fellow daoist was so delicate, he probably wouldn't be able to adapt to such a room.

Guigui lay on the table and poked her head out to look at him, An Heyi called a servant to take Guigui down.

His Taoist brother is so aggressive, if he sees Guigui rightly, how should he explain to Brother Shouyu's apprentice.

After Guigui moved down, An Heyi cleaned up the house thoroughly, and it seemed that the house had been completely remodeled, and it didn't look like it was before.

The jade plaque on the wall lit up, and his Taoist brother came.

An Heyi changed into Zongmen's attire, white and light gauze, with a cold blue narrow belt tied around his waist, standing proudly alone, looking a little more alienated and cold than his usual gentle temperament.

The white shoes embroidered with butterflies crossed the threshold, An Heyi used a formula, the sword behind his back stood firmly in front of him, and he raised his leg to step on it.

"Master!" "Talk about Master Yu!"

A disciple in gray cloth came running over. Judging by the clothes, he should be a servant at the foot of the mountain.

An Heyi frowned slightly, "But what happened?"

The disciple hurriedly said, "It's Uncle Wen."

"What's the matter?" An Heyi stepped on the sword and pulled the servant in gray.

Stepping on Master's sword for the first time, the gray-clothed servant was in a daze.

The body of the sword shone brightly in a turquoise light, and the servant was so excited that he completely forgot what he was here for.

Until An Heyi opened his mouth and interrupted his appreciation of the spirit sword.

"What happened to Xiu Yuan?"

The servant was shocked and realized, "Ah! Uncle Master and the guest who came over are fighting."

An Heyi's mind was completely blank, and he flew to where they were at a very high speed.

Walking through many forests and shrubs, passing by the tips of the flowers, the soft petals fly upwards along the passing wind.

When An He Yi flew past, he could hear the crisp sound of sword blades colliding, and the piercing scream of metal friction, which made people's brains tremble.

"Stop!"

An Heyi stopped at a distance of three feet from the two of them. Under his feet, Xichun, which had been growing vigorously, was cut to pieces. The tea leaves fell on the ground, stained with soil, and some ungrown leaves just emerged. A little sprout.

"You——" An Heyi took a deep breath, "What are you fighting for?"

The repressed anger is like volcanic magma hidden on the top of a mountain, just waiting to find an opportunity to erupt instantly.

Wen Xiuyuan touched his nose, and when he saw Xichun underneath, he felt that something was going to go wrong.

He didn't speak, but the wooden man beside him did.

The wooden man shook his fan, and said according to the previously set content, "Who do you think is more important, me or him?"

An Heyi was convinced, "You are important, you are the most important."

The wooden man cast a complacent look at Wen Xiuyuan in a very humane manner.

Wen Xiuyuan rubbed his nose and didn't dare to speak.

An Heyi silently walked ahead with Yu Jian.

Wen Xiuyuan was also quiet on the road, only the wooden man next to him kept talking.

The wooden man "Wen Jing" is based on the original owner's three points of pride, three points of narcissism, one point of evil spirit, one point of yin and yang, and one point of domineering, and the last point is humorous and interesting.

"Wen Jing" said, "Your master thinks I'm more important, he doesn't like you."

Wen Xiuyuan paused, his eyes turned cold, "Like you?"

"Wen Jing" had a smile on his face, and said confidently, "Of course."

Wen Xiuyuan turned his head and rolled his eyes.

"Wen Kyung" won the victory and smiled triumphantly.

An Heyi stood at the front and heard the conversation between the two, feeling too ashamed.I really didn't want to listen to their chatting, so I quickened my pace and took the two of them to the top of Zangyi Mountain.

As soon as he sat down, An Heyi skillfully raised his hands to make tea.

"Wen Jing" who was sitting opposite Wen Xiuyuan spoke again, "Have you ever drank the tea your master made for you?"

I will answer this question.

Wen Xiuyuan chuckled, "I have."

The wooden man "Wen Jing" shook his fan again, "I drink it often, every time I see it."

After speaking, the wooden man "Wen Jing" shook his head helplessly.

Wen Xiuyuan: "..."

An Heyi lowered his head and looked at the floor. The floor was so well made that he didn't see the seam.

Every time An Heyi made a move, "Wen Jing" would definitely praise him, and then he would find a reason to prove that he had a very good relationship with him, much better than his apprentice.

"Your master is going out with me to meet fellow Taoists."

"Let's discuss together how to hide from the apprentice."

"..."

With a formal smile on Wen Xiuyuan's face, he vowed that he would not buy Niguang Zong Zhuosheng's trash next time he beat him to death.

An Heyi wanted to stop it at first, but his apprentice was too good at talking.They all gave the other party back, seeing that their Taoist brothers didn't intend to fight, so they stopped talking.

When "Wen Jing" was about to run out of energy and stood up to say goodbye, An Heyi and Wen Xiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief.