Was watched by the master

"You have to face it, are you in a better mood?"

Fang Mu nodded, "Well, it's nothing at all."

"That's good. Go to sleep. I'm sleepy too. I haven't slept with Master for many years. It really feels safest here." Fang Meng stretched her waist and yawned.

"Good night, Senior Sister, I'll take you out."

"it is good."

Fang Mu sent Fang Meng to the door, and saw her enter his room before returning to the room and closing the door.

Next to the bed was a half-meter-long human-shaped pillow, which Fang Han sewed for him when he brought him back, fearing that he would not be able to sleep alone.

There are a lot of calming herbs in it. After so many years, the smell of the herbs has long since disappeared, but Fang Mu still feels at ease holding it to sleep, and fell asleep after a while.

The next day, Fang Han drew up an order to recruit relatives early in the morning.He asked Fang Ziming to get it to be posted on the bulletin board in the sect, and Fang Ziming would count the registration list.

Fang Ziming was surprised when he saw that the recruiter was his junior brother, but he didn't ask any questions.He knows his master, there must be a reason for doing this, he just needs to complete the tasks he should do.

After putting up the bulletin board, the two disciples who followed Fang Ziming beat the gong for a long time, attracting many people immediately.

"Recruitment order, everyone, take a look. The gods who love our little brother Fang Mu enthusiastically participated. The registration place is in our meeting hall, just ask senior brother Ziming to sign up!"

"You are here to inform, I will go back to the pavilion to prepare first." Fang Ziming said to the two juniors with his head tilted.

"Okay, okay, let's go, brother."

After a while, the bulletin board was full of people, and those who came late couldn't get in.Among them, many Dikun and Zedui came to watch the excitement, and the heavenly stems who came earlier were already on their way to the Yishi Pavilion to register.

As soon as Fang Ziming stepped into the Yishi Pavilion, his disciples followed him.

"Eldest brother, let's sign up."

Fang Ziming was a little surprised by their speed, and asked casually, "Have you read all the invitation orders?"

"Look at it."

"Come here." He walked to his office, took out an unused booklet, wrote the words "Registration List" on the cover of the booklet with a pen, and then opened the booklet without looking up. Question: "Name, age, family situation, and what is the realm of cultivation."

"Eh... the realm of cultivation should also be reported?" one of the disciples asked.

Fang Ziming raised his eyelids, and asked earnestly, "Have you read the recruitment order carefully? Tell me about the requirements for the recruitment."

"Eh..." The disciple thought about it carefully, but couldn't think of it.

Fang Ziming shook his head helplessly, and wrote the requirements of the marriage invitation order on a blank piece of paper: he truly loves Fang Mu, has good character, and the one with a longer life expectancy is preferred.

Putting down the last stroke, Fang Ziming said: "The realm of cultivation is the most direct way to judge the life span."

"Oh, okay." Several people nodded awkwardly.

After filling out the information for a few people, several more people came one after another. Fang Ziming almost didn't look up the whole time. Every time, he pointed to the family recruitment requirements next to him, and then asked his name, age, family situation, etc.

After two hours, I finally had time to drink hot tea for a while.After taking a few sips, he saw a figure come in. Fang Ziming put down the tea, picked up the pen again, pointed to the white paper with writing on the side with his left hand, and asked: "What is your name, age, family situation, and cultivation level?" How many."

"The name is Fang Luo, the age is six thousand years old, there is a sister Dikun in the family, her parents are still alive, and her cultivation level is the fourth level of Bailong."

"Okay, next." Fang Ziming waved his hand and shouted, "Next."

"Name, age, family situation, and cultivation level." He repeated the same words as before.

"Name: Fang——Zhi."

"What?!" Fang Ziming raised his head suddenly.

I saw that their ancestor was leaning on his desk with a smile that was not a smile, with his hands crossed over his chest, his brows frivolous, "Write."

Fang Ziming shook his hands, and he asked fearfully, "Master, are you serious?"

"Of course." Fang Zhi raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"Okay...Okay." Fang Ziming wrote down Xia Zhi's name with trembling hands, and silently lit a candle for his master in his heart.

"Your age is..."

"There's no need to write it. It's not that your master doesn't know, just write the name."

"Ok."

"When can I meet the children?"

"This... the disciple doesn't know, and the master will not inform you of the following things until the master has read the list. You... just wait patiently."

"Oh~ that's fine, anyway, your master doesn't dare to put me behind."

"Uh...haha, yes...yes." Fang Ziming smiled uglier than crying, and the illusions and doubts that he overturned have now become real. (ー_ー)!!

He's fine, just worried about his master... Forget it, it's beyond his control.

"It's finished." Fang Ziming handed the booklet to Fang Zhi to read.

Fang Zhi took a brief look at the brochure, nodded and said, "Well, yes, the handwriting is beautiful, and he is indeed the most proud apprentice of the bastard, but I didn't expect that there were so many people who signed up, and the kid is still very attractive of."

"Yes, my junior has always been very popular."

"But it doesn't matter, they are not as good as me." Fang Zhi played the booklet confidently, but in a blink of an eye he frowned again: "You wrote my name too small, what if the bastard can't see it? You can make the strokes of my name bolder, so that when you open the booklet, you can notice my name at a glance."

Fang Ziming: "-_-||Okay...Okay." What about the confidence you promised?

Fang Ziming took the booklet speechlessly, and when he was about to pick up the pen again to emphasize the strokes, Fang Zhi suddenly reached out to stop him, "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Fang Ziming asked.

Fang Zhi rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, "Why don't you move my name to the front, so it's more conspicuous."

Fang Ziming: "(ー_ー)!! Master...there is no room to write before."

Fang Zhi glanced at the brochure, and there was indeed no room.

"Then after you enlarge my name, outline the edge of the font with red ink, so that you can see it at a glance. Do you have red ink here?"

"Should... yes." Fang Ziming said uncertainly.

"Let's use gold ink, it's more in line with my temperament." Fang Zhi suddenly produced a piece of gold ink and handed it to Fang Ziming.

Fang Ziming awkwardly took Jin Mo over.

Fang Zhi sat there and did not leave. Fang Ziming didn't know what to do for a while, so he was stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing in a daze, grinding ink." Fang Zhi urged.

"Uh...Okay." Fang Ziming took out a new inkstone from the side, poured an appropriate amount of water on it, and began to grind the ink.

Fang Zhi was there, looking at Fang Ziming, waiting for him to polish the ink.

A few people actually came outside the door, but they didn't dare to go in. They thought Fang Zhi was here to monitor.

"Okay, let's write." Fang Zhi reminded.

"Oh, ok." Fang Ziming stopped grinding the ink, raised his sleeve and picked up another pen to dip in the gold ink that had just been ground.

"Only outline the edges?" he asked.

"You sketch it out first."

"Okay." Fang Ziming slowly outlined a golden edge on the originally written name. The strokes were as smooth as a painting, and the font also had an unexpected beauty, which he thought was enough to stand out.

But Fang Zhi looked at it for a while, but was still dissatisfied. He said: "Let's fill in the strokes of the entire name, so that it will be more conspicuous."

"Okay." Fang Ziming was speechless again.

After the filling was completed, the font became all golden, and it really stood out at first glance, and Fang Zhi was finally satisfied.

"This piece of gold ink is for you, I have to leave beforehand."

"Respectfully send off Master." Fang Ziming quickly stood up and bowed his hands respectfully.

After Fang Zhi left, he slumped back to his seat almost instantly, and took a deep breath.

This roster... let other disciples send it to his master.

Fang Ziming secretly made a decision in his heart.

【Speak】

The work and rest will be adjusted in the past two days, so it will be a little brief.