Was watched by the master

Fang Mu secretly slandered while secretly guilty.Since then, he went to Nishang Pavilion every morning to learn how to make clothes, and went to Kungan Pavilion to copy and endorse books in the afternoon.

It was slowly spread that one could not cultivate without spiritual bones.

Everyone seemed to sympathize with him. People who had a good relationship with him treated him better, and those who had an average or bad relationship with him also let go of their prejudices and brought condolences.

Just like Fang Ran, after sending Fang Mu home, Fang Mu would often meet him, and then, by the way, sent Fang Mu to where he was going.

Don't refuse the free driver for nothing, Fang Mu doesn't refuse, and occasionally invites Fangran into the house for a drink of tea to show his thanks.

Laughing to death, after Fangran drank tea at Fang Mu's house for the first time, he brought high-quality tea leaves to Fang Mu the next day, saying that he would drink this kind of tea in the future, and stop drinking those inferior tea leaves .

At that time, there was still sympathy on Fangran's face.

And Fang Mu's mood was even more mixed. He was thinking whether to tell Fangran that he grew the inferior tea?

Finally, after thinking about it, forget it, why bother to bully himself, he always thought it was delicious, it turned out that the master and master ancestor were all to comfort him. (=.=)

No wonder when it was given to the senior brothers, they all shirked it for various reasons. It turned out that it was because it tasted bad.

After accepting Ran’s tea leaves, Fang Mu never brewed the tea he grew himself, and naturally he would not plant it again. He didn’t want his master and master to endure the unpleasant taste while agreeing against his conscience. drink.

Thinking about it, it was really frustrating. He always thought that planting tea for his master and ancestors was a kind of repayment, but he didn't expect it to be a kind of torture.

Ugh……

But the good news is that he and Fangran gradually became acquainted.After Fang Yan learned about Fang Mu, she always ran to him. Fang Mu gave Fang Yan a lot of food, which also saved a lot of time for making clothes.

After a week, Fang Mu finally made his first dress.From cutting to sewing, he almost finished it all by himself. When it was worn out, others would not recognize that it was made by a novice.

After that, Fang Mu officially bid farewell to Nishang Pavilion, and sewed the master's suit at home every morning.

Time is like an hourglass, every minute and every second is passing by. He also copied the safety code of conduct several times, and memorized it almost by heart, enough for the sixth elder to communicate with his master.

But his clothes are not ready yet!

Fang Mu was a little impatient, so she coquettishly asked the sixth elder not to tell Fang Zhi that he had memorized the code of conduct, and then took a few days off to go back and concentrate on making clothes.

During this period, people who cared about him kept coming to visit, and every time Fang Mu exchanged pleasantries with the other party, he made excuses to urge them to leave.

In the end, we had to close the door directly to thank the guests.

Not long after, Fang Zhi also heard some rumors, so he came to Kungan Pavilion to take a look.

As expected, Fang Mu was not seen in class.

The ancestor came to interrogate her in person, and the sixth elder had no choice but to tell the truth, but she assured Fang Zhi that Fang Mu had already memorized the safety code of conduct in his heart, so she allowed her to leave.

Fang Zhi didn't say anything else, just asked the sixth elder to go back to class, but he flew away in the direction of Fang Mu's residence.

He would like to see if the kid is familiar with it and not to say, what to do at home all day, not even in a hurry to ask for rewards!

At the same time, Fang Mu gave the last stitch.The scissors cut the line neatly, as if cutting away his worries during this period of time, and his body relaxed a lot.

The old clothes and the new clothes were spread on the bed at the same time, and it was hard to tell which one was new.

The magic of this fabric is that no matter how many years have passed, its color and luster will not change in the slightest. What it was at the beginning will remain the same after a thousand years.

That's probably why it's expensive.

For a while, Fang Mu didn't feel that the money was spent unjustly.If it is an ordinary fabric, how can it last for so many years.However, there are very few people who have not bought new clothes for thousands of years.

He folded the old clothes with holes and wrapped them in cloth, and put them under the bed together with the dragon crystal and the glass mirror fan.

Before the person stood up, there was the sound of footsteps landing outside the house.

Fang Mu ran out in a hurry, just in time to meet Fang Zhi who had entered through the window.

Fang Mu was stunned for two seconds, and called out, "Master Zu."

"What are you doing at home skipping class?" Fang Zhi relaxed his feet while standing.

"I didn't skip class, I asked for leave." Although what he said was true, Fang Mu still couldn't help feeling guilty.

"Why do you ask for leave? You are so young and courageous, huh? And let the elders hide your learning progress?"

"No... I'm afraid I don't remember it very well, so I just want to remember it for a few more days. The reason for asking for leave is... because I have diarrhea these days." Fang Mu temporarily made up a lie, fearing that Fang Zhi would come up to check his pulse, he hurriedly He also said, "It's healed now, and I'm planning to go back to study tomorrow."

Fang Zhi glanced at Fang Mu contemptuously, and said, "Forget it, the elder said that you have been serious these days, and have done everything I told her to do, so I won't punish you for now, and you won't go if you don't want to go in the future." Let's go."

"Really?!" Fang Mu was ecstatic. It stands to reason that the underage Di Kun would go there every day. If there is the approval of the sect master or a higher-level ancestor, an exception can be made.

Fang Mu doesn't hate going to lectures anymore, but he wants to spend his time on other things, such as how to make money and pay back money, such as how to improve his physique...

"Yeah." Fang Zhi took a step with his long legs, passed Fang Mu and sat at the guest table, and ordered, "Make me a cup of tea."

"Okay!" Fang Mu walked over like a dog, picked up water and cleaned the tea set.

These days I always make tea, so the tea sets are clean and the water is ready.

Fang Mu looked eagerly at Fang Zhi after filling the teapot with water.

Fang Zhi understood Fang Mu's meaning at a glance, raised his hand and waved at the teapot, and the water in the pot suddenly boiled.

Fang Mu said happily: "Thank you, master."

Then there was a frenzy.

Fang Zhi leaned against the back of the chair, watching Fang Mu's action of making tea with lazy eyes.

The hand is still so slender and beautiful, but it seems that the movement is a little strange. When the fingers touched the tea wall, they obviously wanted to pull away, but they quickly adjusted silently.

If he hadn't been staring at Fang Mu's hand, it would have been difficult to find out.

Fang Zhi asked lightly, "Is the water very hot?"

"Ah?" Fang Mu looked up blankly, "No."

Seeing Fang Zhi kept looking at his hands, Fang Mu immediately took them back, pretending to wipe the water stains on his body.

"It was a little hot just now, hehe." Fang Mu smiled guiltyly.

Fang Zhi didn't see anything, so he gave a soft "hmm".

At about the same time, Fang Mu poured tea for Fang Zhi.

Fang Zhi took a sip, frowning: "Why is the taste different?"

"Eh... I changed the tea leaves, and the previous ones are gone." Fang Mu lied guilty.

"Oh." Fang Zhi took another sip and asked, "A new one?"

Fang Mu shook his head quickly: "No, brother Fangran sent it."

He had inquired where he could grow this tea, and it was the best Longjing tea, so precious.

Fang Zhi immediately put down his teacup, and said in distaste, "It's not as good as the one you grow."

Fang Mu only took it as a kind comfort from his master.

"By the way, master, I've finished washing your clothes, and I'll bring them out to you." Fang Mu put down the teapot and turned to walk to his room.

Fang Zhi wanted to say that there was no need to worry, but in a blink of an eye Fang Mu had already come out with his clothes in his hands.

"Here... I've washed it many times, and I promise it will look brand new." Fang Mu handed out the clothes with both hands.

Fang Zhi glanced at it and took it casually. To him, it was just a set of clothes, and it was enough to wash it.

But when he took the clothes into his hands, he felt something was wrong.