Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

"Although Shu Wan is a son of a noble family, he is not a man of rich clothes and good food." Yun Shuhua was a little melancholy, "He wanted to escape the harsh treatment of the Jiang family, so he traveled all over the world these years, getting in touch with people or things related to Taoism. It's not surprising, after all, it was his idea to go to the Central Territory to study as a teacher."

Jing Fan nodded, with a calm expression as if he didn't take it seriously, thinking that Shen Tangli had also said that Jiang Shuwan's family background was innocent, so there shouldn't be any threats, so he didn't say any more.

After sending the master away, Yun Shuhua looked at his back, the huge stone in his heart finally fell, and let out a deep breath.

What Jing Fan said tonight was very sincere, but in the end it was still somewhat tentative, but that was fine, at least it could prove that this was what he looked like when he had no reservations.

Both of them tried to explore each other in the dark illusion, to find out how credible the other was.

Things are getting more interesting.

Yun Shuhua raised his eyebrows, held Zhaixing tightly in his hand, pointed at the bamboo forest on the other side of Jinghu Lake, and pulled the bowstring to its fullest.

There was a soft sound of "Xu", and a fast cloud piercing arrow feather steadily hit the center of the bamboo joint.

This bow is surprisingly easy to use. If the guess is correct, Jing Fan should have observed his habit of pulling the bow and shooting arrows in a meticulous manner.

In the past, he was so well protected by everyone that Yun Shuhua was not keen on the practice of magic and magic while practicing on time every day. Now the situation is very different. Since he can't predict who will be tricked by him in the next critical moment, All you can do is to seize the time to improve yourself.

He is still too weak, and he can only rely on Jing Fan to protect him when he is in danger. Regardless of his status as a master and apprentice, he and Jing Fan still cannot achieve true equality.

Besides... Now that Jing Fan has agreed to try to rely on each other, it shouldn't be a useless vase.

He had to become stronger, at least to be qualified to fight side by side with Jing Fan.

Yun Shuhua put away the stars, quickly made a plan in his heart, and then went back home, obediently going back to his room to recharge his batteries.

Until one morning when he got up to practice, Fenghe hurried into the star building with a letter.

At that time, Yun Shuhua was looking at the lake: he tied up his loose long hair, and changed into a neat dark black narrow-sleeved riding outfit. He changed from his previous attire, and he looked quite young and heroic. feeling.

Yun Shuhua looked left and right at the calm water surface, then turned his head, and his eyes quietly moved to Jing Fan who was sitting in front of the stone table in the bamboo forest, holding a scroll, and looked at the exquisite black jade hair crown among the three thousand black hair.

It is said that a man can only be crowned when he is [-] years old. If he wants to wear a jade crown like Jingfan, he will have to wait another three years.

Yun Shuhua couldn't help touching the silk rope he used to tie his hair, and instantly felt that it had lost its luster.

Jing Fan propped his forehead, and the pages of the book hadn't been turned for a long time. Although he never raised his eyes, he could see that the young man's eyes were always on him.

"If Xiaohua doesn't want to practice swordsmanship, then sit down and review yesterday's homework."

Yun Shuhua hurriedly raised his sword and stood up, bowing to Jing Fan: "Don't dare to bother Master, this disciple will go to the forest to practice swords."

Jing Fan put away the Huayan Sutra in his hand, and tapped lightly on the cold table with his slender knuckles: "In two days, I will start down the mountain as a teacher. Before leaving, I must check Xiaohua's achievements."

After hearing this, Yun Shuhua didn't dare to delay any longer, and walked quickly to the depths of the bamboo forest.

These days, he often consulted Jinghe and Fenghe about sword skills, and sometimes the three of them sneaked into the forest of Xingzhu to compete with each other while Jing Fan was away.Jing Fan usually lives alone and likes to be pure. If there is no urgent matter, Shuanghe would never dare to break into Xingzhu without authorization.

A few dry and withered bamboo leaves rustled down, Yun Shuhua narrowed his eyes, and suddenly saw the figure of Fenghe not far away.

He pointed to the envelope in his hand to Yun Shuhua, and greeted him from a long distance away.

Yun Shuhua glanced back, walked forward quickly, and said in a low voice: "It's strange, why didn't you come in through the main entrance today, but instead wanted to sneak in to see me, acting like a thief."

"This time just happens to be in the meditation of the immortal, and I dare not go up and disturb it," Feng He stuffed the envelope into Yun Shuhua's arms, and said, "This is an invitation from the immortal envoy of the Central Territory this morning. The competition will officially begin at the end of this month."

"So fast?" Yun Shuhua frowned, "I'm not ready yet."

"What are you preparing, and you don't have to compete in person. Kuang Xianzun went to the Yuxu Hall yesterday and ordered Jinghe to accompany you there. If something happens, he can also help you."

"Besides, in previous years, the days of competitions in various domains have been pushed forward compared to this year, and you have enough time." Feng He hammered his shoulder and gave him another look, "You have to behave well , must not lose Qingwushan's face."

"I got it, I got it," Yun Shuhua listened to Feng He's babble in a bored manner, and casually held a sword in his right hand, "I'm going to practice swords this morning, do you want to try a few tricks with me?"

Fenghe was a little moved, but when he thought that the immortal was outside the bamboo forest at this moment, he felt a little apprehensive in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, we only need a stick of incense to go to the innermost place of the bamboo forest," Yun Shuhua encouraged, "I have learned a new move recently, if no one practices it with me, I really don't know how I am. How much have you learned?"

"Okay, then listen to you."

Fenghe drew out his saber with one hand, and walked inward with Yun Shuhua.

The two opened up a distance in the bamboo forest, Yun Shuhua didn't delay any longer, but saw him go up with his sword, stepping on the straight bamboo wood, and slashing at Fenghe head-on.

A huge air wave mixed with the leaves blows, Fenghe dodges sideways, turns his wrist to meet the attack, the two sharp blades touch each other, and makes a loud sword chant.He and Yun Shuhua came and went, the sound of piercing through the air was endless, and the sleeves of their clothes flew up accompanied by the bamboo leaves shaken by the mana.

After a while, Feng He raised his wrist to attack, and stretched out his left hand nimbly and swiftly, grabbing Yun Shuhua's arm, and uttered a short sword formula in his mouth. The sword flew out like a frightened bird, and pierced fiercely into a pine and bamboo tree.

Feng He took a few steps back to distance himself from Yun Shuhua, with a smug smile on his lips.

"Shuhua has made rapid progress recently, but compared with someone like me who has been practicing hard for many years, there is still a gap for the time being."

Seeing him smiling, Yun Shuhua also smiled and winked at him, saying: "It's not over yet, let's continue the competition."

"Your sword is already out of your hands, so how can you compare it?" Feng He walked to the bamboo and wood beside him, grabbed Yun Shuhua's sword hilt, and pulled it hard, but it didn't move.

Yun Shuhua conjured up the star picking, clenched the handle of the bow with his left hand, and three arrow feathers suddenly appeared in the palm of his right hand.

Seeing those arrow feathers aiming steadily at the sword beside Feng He, he panicked all of a sudden.

"I said, it's not fun to do it, the sword has no eyes, the sword has no eyes, if the shot is not accurate, I will be here today." Feng He said nervously.

"What nonsense?" Yun Shuhua smiled brightly, and his lips were even redder and whiter under the sunlight. "Stand still and don't move. This will let you see whether I'm right or not."

Feng He was afraid that if he got agitated, his arrows would be unable to be held back, so he really stood still and did not dare to move.

Yun Shuhua's original intention was to frighten him, and he didn't want to actually do it. Those flying arrows were very sharp. If they really stabbed him, he would have to stay in bed for a few days to recuperate.

Just as the full bow was gradually relaxing, a warm hand held the handle of the bow from behind, and the other hand grabbed the bowstring, pulling Zhaixing to its fullest state again.

Jing Fan appeared behind Yun Shuhua at some point, aiming at the long sword several feet away with the crossbow in his hand.

"The way of archery is to keep the mind calm and concentrated, the foot must be stable, the string must not be loosened, and the mana will be poured into the arrow."

After finishing speaking, he slowly let go of Yun Shuhua: "Xiaohua is quite good at this way, but every time he shoots an arrow, he has doubts in his heart. This is not good."

With all his concentration, Yun Shuhua shot out the three arrow feathers, and in an instant, three cracks were split on the bamboo joints.

He put away the stars and looked into the distance, Fenghe had long since disappeared.

"Thank you, Master, for your advice. I always feel restless when practicing arrows. It's probably because my disciples have doubts about me." Yun Shuhua sighed.

Jing Fan nodded and said, "You have only studied for a few days, and your courage has not yet been fully tempered. It is natural to have such thoughts."

He fetched Wenyue, his long sleeves moved slightly, his eyes were peaceful.

"Xiaohua can have a try as a teacher."

Jing Fan stood quietly in front of Yun Shuhua, and said in a deep voice, "If you can shoot the long arrow into the teacher's left shoulder, Xiaohua can become a teacher."

The boy looked at him in astonishment, not knowing how to react for a while.

He turned the narrow sleeve between his wrists, and his tone sounded unassuming: "This, this disciple doesn't dare."

"If you encounter a strong enemy head-on on the battlefield, you must not show your cowardice," Jing Fan raised his eyebrows, "If you have profound skills but no courage, how will Xiao Hua participate in this year's Five-Region Grand Competition?"

The implication is that Yun Shuhua will definitely overcome this problem.

"...Then, as the master said, this disciple dares to challenge the master."

Yun Shuhua gritted his teeth and agreed.He flew a few feet away, tried to pull the star-picking bow, pointed at Jing Fan and chanted the mantra, and called out the first arrow feather.

The line of sight converged to one point, and then extended into a line, and the rest of the external objects seemed to be separated by a layer of misty rain and fog, blurring in his peripheral vision.

Following that line, Yun Shuhua first saw Jing Fan's sharp jawline, and then moved down...to his Adam's apple.

It is said that when one concentrates one's attention, no matter what details can be seen clearly, this is true.Although there was a distance between the two, the red lotus pattern on Jing Fan's neckline could still be clearly seen.

Yun Shuhua stared at his Adam's apple for a long while, his palms sweating slightly.

Only then did he realize that he was distracted again, and he was still staring at the master's Adam's apple, which simply didn't seem like something an apprentice should do.

It's a bit out of line.

There was a faint pink color on the ear, Yun Shuhua cleared his throat, quickly shifted his gaze, pointed his head at Jing Fan's left shoulder, and regained his attention.

It is obviously easier to feel comfortable in a contest with a strong person, because you don't have to consider the severity of the attack, nor the result of the competition, after all, the opponent is reliable and reassuring, and has the ability to control the overall situation.

Yun Shuhua moved slightly with two steps, squinted his eyes slightly and aimed at it, and a flying feather shot out quickly with the momentum of piercing the air!

In the blink of an eye, Wenyue Sword waved lightly in front of Jing Fan, only to see a flash of fire, and the arrow feather was cut off by Wenyue's sharp edge, Yun Shuhua couldn't see how this happened at all of.

So strong!

Perhaps it was because he had been with Jing Fan for a long time, Yun Shuhua almost forgot that the person in front of him was the co-lord of the world and the unparalleled sword master in the world.

Master's Wenyue Sword is superb and perfect, and no one in the world can match it.

Yun Shuhua's heart was surging, and he gradually became eager to try. He pulled the bow hard again, and missed Jing Fan's shots three times.

In the bamboo forest, Jing Fan easily dodged the white clothes fluttering in the wind, and Wenyue quickly knocked the arrow feathers away with a phantom. No matter what Yun Shuhua did, the arrow tip couldn't touch him.

"Controlling the arrow in your hand is only the first step. The second step is to accurately perceive the flow of mana and make predictions in advance," Jing Fan said softly, holding the long sword behind his back, "Sometimes it is not enough to pour all the mana to achieve the goal." The hit, the feel of the archer is equally important."

"Now, Xiao Hua roughly guesses how much magic power he needs to use to hit a target a few feet away."

Yun Shuhua carefully speculated on the meaning of this passage, this time he did not pour all his mana into the arrow feathers, but intentionally controlled it, and shot five arrows at Jing Fan one after another.

The surrounding air was swirling, and Jing Fan put away Wenyue, a light blue lotus print formed on his chest, and those long arrows flew in front of him, hovering in place as if wrapped in a layer of enchantment .

Before Yun Shuhua realized what happened, he saw Jing Fan flipping over with one hand, and raised his voice: "Return the same force back, Xiaohua can see if this force is enough to touch the corner of your clothes."

Immediately afterwards, the five arrows returned the same way with mana and attacked him.

It was really difficult to dodge the five fast arrows, but fortunately, when Jing Fan turned the angle, he aimed at the top of Yun Shuhua's head, so he couldn't hurt him at all.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind blew in the forest, and several flying leaves rustled down, blocking Jing Fan's sight.

He was absent-minded for a moment, and in the next second, an arrow passing through the sky barely passed the silk rope on top of Yun Shuhua's hair and flew past.

"……Xiaohua!"

The heart in Jing Fan's chest beat rapidly for a few moments, and he shattered the arrow with a single hand.

This flying arrow frightened Yun Shuhua quite a bit. He closed his eyes, only to feel a pain in his hair. The silk rope broke and fell to the ground before his eyes. His long hair was tied up with great difficulty. It spread out again.

The shadow of the clothes flashed in front of him, and Jing Fan had already moved in front of him, frowned and said, "Sorry, I didn't control the direction just now."

"No, it's okay." Yun Shuhua rubbed the top of his head, and his body was covered in cold sweat, "It's just that my scalp hurts a little, so I won't be bald."

After finishing speaking, he touched his hair worriedly, looked at the palm of his hand, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Jing Fan watched him making small movements, and he didn't gather his hair for a long time, so he said, "If you don't know how to tie your hair, it's better to leave it to the teacher."

"Huh?" Yun Shuhua was startled, unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.

He watched Jing Fan stretch out his hand to pick up his black hair, and after a while, the long hair was gathered together softly in his palm, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Master seems to be very good at tying hair?"

"It can't be counted as good at it, it's just more proficient than Xiaohua."

Yun Shuhua turned his back to Jingfan, couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and admired in his heart, Master seemed to be able to do everything with ease. In the illusion of Shuwang, he could cook medicine and make wooden chessboards. Can curl hair, can make bows and arrows, and even is good at fighting.

It seems that there is nothing that Jing Fan doesn't know. Thinking about it, when he grew up wandering in the Eastern Region, he had to force himself to learn many survival skills.

On the other hand, I have only dabbled in everything, but I can't do anything well. Compared with a five-good man like Jing Fan, I am still far behind.

People like master can give people the most sense of security. If they get married in the future, my wife will be very happy.

Thinking of this, Yun Shuhua felt a little melancholy for some reason. He knew that he was different from Jing Fan, but he didn't know how long this 'difference' could last.

After all, no one would dislike being favored, at least at the moment, he is definitely the one he favors the most in Jingfan's world.

What if one day another person wants to share this preference?At that time, the master will definitely love the Taoist couple more.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Yun Shuhua felt that the bundle of hair on his head was slightly tightened, and there was some inexplicable weight on the top of the hair.

Jing Fan withdrew his hand and said unhurriedly, "Is Xiaohua still satisfied?"

Yun Shuhua couldn't help touching it, the tentacles were warm and smooth, with fine lines, it should be the black jade hair crown on the master's head.

Immediately, he shifted his gaze to Jing Fan's black hair, and said hastily: "How can I use Master's hair crown? Isn't it a bit impolite when the apprentice is not yet old enough to be crowned..."

"There is no such etiquette in Xingzhu," Jing Fan raised his eyebrows, and said calmly, "Master Kuang, there is no extra silk rope here. Xiaohua's disheveled hair is spreading out of the woods. If Fenghe can see it, then it will be true." It's impolite."

"However, this is Master's jade crown, how dare this disciple take it over." Yun Shuhua always felt that Mo Yu's hair was still warm from Jingfan's fingers, so he couldn't help being a little nervous.

"It's just a crown." Jing Fan glanced at him with a half-smile, as if he didn't care much about this issue, "Don't worry about it, Xiaohua still has three years to crown, and there will be an adult ceremony in Qingwu Mountain by then. Dian, when the time comes, I will crown you as a teacher like now, so Xiaohua can accept it with peace of mind."

Yun Shuhua and Jing Fan looked at each other with bottomless starry eyes, and immediately moved away, feeling a mess in their hearts.

He stumbled and randomly searched for a sentence and asked: "Master's coming-of-age ceremony...was it also taken over by the previous Eastern Territory Lord?"

Jing Fan closed his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and said, "I don't have a coming-of-age ceremony."

He was originally a weed that no one in this world welcomed with joy, when he came of age, when he was crowned, and when he was born, even he himself did not remember.

As for bundling his hair, it took him a long time to comb and comb his hair for thousands of days and nights. He was the only one on this long road leading to the dark. As time went on, he also forgot about such a muddle-headed day. How long has passed.

Yun Shuhua's face turned pale, and he scolded himself bitterly in his heart, looking for a bad topic, insisting on talking about the coronation.

He hesitated to change the subject, when he suddenly heard unusual noises from the trees in the distance, as if someone was hurrying towards here.

"My lord Xianzun," Jing He's vivid eyes moved back and forth between Jing Fan and Yun Shuhua, and he walked forward with a bamboo tube in his hand, and respectfully saluted Jing Fan, "Shen Xianzong ordered The emissary sent a letter, saying that he wants you to open it yourself."

"Did there be any other news before?" Jing Fan took the bamboo tube with one hand, and took out the secret letter leisurely.

"Oh, there is one, and it's right here with me," Yun Shuhua answered immediately, and escaped a crumpled letter from his arms as he spoke, "Fenghe only delivered it to me in the early morning, and it's still in my hands." If you can't take it apart for a look, please give it to the master first."

After finishing speaking, he handed the letter to Jing Fan.

"No, that letter is just an invitation for you." Jing Fan pulled out a note from the bamboo tube and slowly opened it.

A line of elegant small characters appeared in front of my eyes.

There was a change in the plan, so the teacher went to the meeting.

Jing Fan glanced at it lightly, and the note on that page was shattered into powder before his eyes in an instant, and disappeared.

"...Master, but what happened?"

After not hearing Jing Fan's voice for a long time, Yun Shuhua and Jing He looked at each other, and then asked a question cautiously.

"The Lord of the Northern Territory, who was ill, suddenly decided to go to the Grand Competitions of various domains," Jing Fanyun said lightly, "It seems that I can't be absent."

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