Was watched by the master

The sixth elder had a serious expression and stood in front of Fang Mu for a long time without speaking.

Fang Mu was flustered by the sight, did he inadvertently make a small guess again?

"Ahem." The Sixth Elder suddenly took out a book from behind and threw it on Fang Mu's desk.

Fang Mu was taken aback, and quickly lowered his head to see what it was.

Such a thick book, the title of the book is impressively written "Kunqian Safety Code of Conduct".

What is this? ? ?

Fang Mu raised his head in doubt.

"Copy it again." The Sixth Elder folded his hands behind his back, looking condescendingly at Fang Mu with downcast eyes like a strict teacher.

Fang Mu's eyes widened in shock at her words. He pinched the thick manual in disbelief, his voice trembling: "You...are you joking?" It's so thick, copy it again? ?This is to kill him!

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Fang Mu shook his head dully: "It's not like, but...why?" Why did he have to copy this!

"Then you have to ask yourself what you did wrong, this is what the ancestor ordered."

Fang Mu suddenly felt that his heart was broken in two. Was this what the master ordered?Ordered by his beloved master? ? ?

Incredible!

Fang Mu laughed twice: "Hehe Sixth Elder, I think you must have heard it wrong. The ancestor just asked me to come back and listen carefully to the class. I am very serious today. You have seen it yourself."

The Sixth Elder raised his slender eyebrows lightly: "I don't mind asking the ancestor to come and face to face."

"Uh...then forget it, I'll copy and copy." Fang Mu confessed, and he quickly opened the manual.

He had just picked up the pen when he remembered something and asked, "How much do you want to copy?"

"All." The Sixth Elder was merciless.

(￣﹣￣) Fang Mu felt a mouthful of old blood welling up in his heart, such a thick book, after copying it all, when will it be done!He hasn't gone to Nishang Pavilion to pay the money yet!

Flipping through the manual, Fang Mu said: "But the latter part is all that Tiangan needs to pay attention to. I... I am a Dikun, so I don't need to copy it?"

The Sixth Elder shook his head, without giving in: "No, what the ancestor said is the whole book."

OK, count yourself as cruel.

"Then...then what if I can't finish copying today?"

"Continue tomorrow."

"Then can I copy until Youshi, and then continue copying tomorrow?"

"No, I will let you know when you can leave. You just need to copy carefully. Besides... don't just copy, but write it down. I will conduct random checks."

The Sixth Elder turned and left, leaving Fang Mu crying alone: ​​"You should kill me."

However, the Sixth Elder didn't look back at him.

Master is really cruel.

Resigned to his fate, Fang Mu flipped through the blank notebook he had copied, complaining about his master's cruelty, while vigorously waving his pen.

In order to write faster, he doesn't care whether the font is good or not, as long as the characters are recognizable.

Fang Mu didn't finish half of the writing until dark. He thought he was going to be kept all night.

When it was almost Haishi, the Sixth Elder finally came.

Looking at the crooked font on Fang Mu's notebook and his sleeves with ink all over the place, the Sixth Elder didn't say anything more, but told him to go back first and continue tomorrow.

Coming out of the Kungan Pavilion, Fang Mu no longer had the strength to run to the Nishang Pavilion. His fingers were cramped, his neck was sore, and even his butt was sore from sitting in one position for a long time.

Being able to walk back to my own residence is already the limit, and I don't have the strength to do anything else.

Early the next morning, he woke up from his dream, and hurried to Nishang Pavilion before he had time to make breakfast.

Fang Xuan was a little surprised to see Fang Mu coming so quickly.When she heard Fang Mu say that she had collected enough money, she was even more surprised.

She couldn't help sighing: "It's good to have a sect master as a master. With so much money, you can just take it out."

She even wanted to cry with envy.

"I didn't ask Master to give it to me. I borrowed it from others. Don't tell my Master."

After hearing this, Fang Xuan was even more shocked. She hurriedly asked, "Who did you borrow it from? Ask him if he still lacks friends. My uncle also wants to get to know him."

"Uh..." Fang Mu wondered: "I can't say that, anyway, I borrowed it from a formal channel."

Fang Xuan covered her mouth and smiled: "I don't mind if it's not formal."

Fang Mu opened his mouth and didn't say anything, but thought in his heart: "Business people are terrible, they dare to ask for any money."

After taking the money, Fang Xuan was full of joy, and gave Fang Mu two bolts of ordinary cloth to practice.

She arranged for Fang Mu to be brought by one of their disciples, who was the best at making clothes. Seeing that the other party was older, Fang Mu called out "Senior Sister."

That senior sister has a gentle personality and a gentle speech. Fang Mu gets along very well with her.

She first taught Fang Mu how to measure and then how to cut...

During the whole process, Fang Xuan stood aside and watched, especially when measuring the size of the fabric, Fang Xuan paid special attention to it, as if she wanted to catch some information from it.

After working for a long time, Fang Mu only cut a set of fabrics according to his own size.

Seeing that the size was Fang Mu's own, Fang Xuan left without interest.

Fang Mu immediately breathed a sigh of relief, this Uncle Jiu was too curious.

The preparatory work went smoothly, but when it was time for the stitches, Fang Mu really realized what it means to connect fingers to a heart.

Every time his finger was pricked, he was so painful that he almost cried, and even thought about forgetting it, because this kind of needlework might really not be suitable for him.

But when he thought that he had paid so much money and bought everything that should be bought, he was not reconciled.Besides, according to the nature of a businessman, it is impossible for Uncle Jiu to return the money to him. The money of a businessman has always been in and out.

"Why don't you take a break, you can't be in a hurry, you can't learn it in a short while, you have to have time to adapt." The senior sister comforted her gently, and she carefully bandaged Fang Mu's new wound. The finger that has been pricked, this is not known how many times it has been pricked.

Fang Mu's fingers trembled in pain, so he had to stop for a while.

While sewing, the senior sister said distressedly: "Otherwise, tell me what kind of clothes you want to make, and I will make them for you, and I won't charge you. Your hands are so beautiful, they shouldn't be hurt."

Fang Mu also wanted to say yes, but he couldn't. If she helped to do it, they would know that it was Shizu's clothes. Now, he can't be exposed anymore.

After all, he tactfully rejected the senior sister's kindness, and politely told her that if you give something away, you have to do it yourself to be sincere.

The senior sister handed over an ambiguous look: "Oh~ I understand, I understand."

Misunderstanding or something, it doesn't matter anymore.

On the other side, Dragon Yin Hall.

In the hall, Fang Zhi was drawing something on the notebook on the table with a pen in one hand, and a crystal clear ice sword in the other hand. The blade was covered with a layer of cold air visible to the naked eye.

He drew a few times on the notebook, and then started playing with the sword again.When Zaibi picked up the pen, he muttered to himself: "It's so complicated, can children understand it? Let's add some words to explain it."

Fang Zhi waved the brush, dabbed on the inkstone twice in a heroic manner, like drawing a charm and chanting a spell on the notebook wantonly.

There are words on the lips, and the writing is like flying.After a while, I wrote a page, and the other page was a sketch of several characters' movements. The movements in it were exactly what Fang Zhi had just played.

"Well, such a fool should be able to understand." Fang Zhi looked at the words and pictures in the notebook with satisfaction.

The sword spun around in his hand, put it away on the table.

Fang Zhi stepped on the stool with one foot, bent over to pick up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it with his head raised.

Then he put down the teacup and swung his sword again.

From sunrise to sunset, he never left the temple for half a step.

【Speak】

Feelings are starting to warm up slowly.