refuse to be a teacher

When Xue Lanyin opened her eyes again, the sun was already setting outside the window, and the sky was full of red clouds.He fell asleep for a full day and night, and when he woke up, he would inevitably feel dizzy, as if he had spent most of his life.

He has hidden too many things in his heart these days, and after holding it in for a long time, he can always be so depressed that he can't breathe. It just so happened that Yun Zhehuan rushed to invite him to drink last night. Not drunk endlessly.

As a result, the first time he drank so darkly, he almost forgot his name and surname when he woke up again, let alone the absurd things he did after being extremely drunk.

——I drank a lot of wine last night, it seems that Master took me back.

Xue Lan rubbed her temples with some difficulty, and while lifting the bed curtain to put on her shoes and socks, she tried her best to search for the few memories left in her mind.

But I can't recall anything.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes blank and stared blankly for a while, then turned around and pushed the crumpled quilt aside casually, and when he was thinking about what to do next, something rolled down along with his movements When it reached the ground, it was smashed with a loud bang.

Xue Lan lowered her head and glanced at it, and her already bewildered complexion instantly turned cold.

It was just an unpretentious carved wooden hairpin.

But in a sense, it is not ordinary.If Xue Lan was out of his mind, he should be able to recognize the owner of the hairpin immediately.

Xue Lan took a deep breath, and some bad feelings spread from the bottom of her heart layer by layer, like a pair of invisible thin hands repeatedly rubbing inside and out.He stood up, staggered a few steps, and wanted to push the door open. At this moment, the person outside the door was also hesitating whether to come in. The two of them went out one by one, and they met each other like a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse. .

It is rare for Yan Jue to be dressed in snow-white plain clothes today, and for some reason he has changed into a thick jade green robe. The delicate bamboo pattern on the neckline is reflected in Xue Lanyin's eyes along the sunlight setting outside the house. tenderness and tenderness.

But Xue Lan just couldn't spit ivory out of a dog's mouth.He grabbed the wooden hairpin just now and put it back into his cuffs, then put his hand on Yan Jue's forehead recklessly and said, "Master, are you sick? Are you hot if you wear so much?"

Yan Jue raised his eyelids, and seemed to choke hard.After confirming that the other party had no abnormal behavior, he lightly lifted a pot of hot tea and handed it in, seemingly nonchalantly said: "Drink something when you wake up, don't wander around like a fool."

Xue Lanyin's memory seemed to be still in yesterday's day, he shook his head vigorously, and then sat down without haste, leaning on the table and chair, but in his heart he was anxiously reviewing what happened when he was drunk last night.

He only remembered that it was Yan Jue who carried him all the way back to the inn. As for the messy things that happened afterwards, they had long been broken into dust in his mind, and he couldn't put them together smoothly.

Why did Yan Jue's hairpin get into his quilt by coincidence when he woke up?Xue Lan thought racking his brains, could it be that he did some indescribable rough behavior towards his master after he was drunk and crazy?If this was the case, how manic and angry Yan Jue would be in his heart!

However, after a long time, Xue Lan turned her head slightly and saw that Yan Jue was still standing at the door as if he was being forced to stand there without moving. Suddenly, her brain twitched and she couldn't help calling him dryly: "Master..."

Yan Jue let out a "hmm", then casually turned his gaze away, and looked out the window at the gradually bleak sunset glow.

"Master, I drank too much yesterday..."

"I know." Interrupting him lightly, Yan Jue said expressionlessly, "I went out to find you."

"Master..." He suddenly called again.

Yan Jue looked sideways in response, and met Xue Lanyin's eyes again.

"I'm sorry." The latter stood up crookedly from the table, walked towards the door, then stood on tiptoe, slowly embraced Yan Jue, and pushed the half-open door to cover half of it.

Because Xue Lan didn't know why she had to apologize to Yan Jue, she just looked at the other's quiet and gentle side face, and subconsciously blurted out what she wanted to say.

In the past 16 years or longer, he has always been able to inadvertently touch the bottom line of Yan Jue's last patience-whether he sneaked out of the bamboo forest with oil on his feet a while ago, but in this case he stubbornly traced back Regardless of the memories, in the end, Yan Jue never really cared about anything with him, even if he was as angry as yesterday and didn't want to spend more time with him, until today, he will still follow behind him in obscurity, protecting him all the way comprehensive.

Because Xue Lan felt that she owed too much to Yan Jue, with countless debts of favor, she didn't know what to use to repay them reciprocally.Therefore, he could only close his eyes, and carefully half-wrapped the person in his arms, so as to soothe the restless heart under Yan Jue's calm face.

Before Yan Jue pushed the door, he had calculated thousands of times, but he did not expect such a result.He buried half of his head in Xue Lanyin's neck, exhaled, thought for a while, and gently pushed the person away.

"It's okay." Yan Jue lowered his eyelashes and said calmly.

Because Xue Lan didn't step back, she still held Yan Jue's arm firmly with one hand, and the wooden hairpin in her cuff seemed to be on fire, burning in her heart all the time.He thought he didn't do anything good last night, so he lowered his head, lowered his voice, and coaxed his master half-heartedly and half-submissively: "Master...you're not still angry with me, are you?"

Coincidentally, at this moment, Ziyan Jue was also feeling guilty about the absurdity of last night, and he was silent for a long time before he was about to say something, but Xue Lan, a bastard, took the lead and continued with blinking eyes: "Master! , It’s all my fault these days, I’m always annoying you—from now on, Master will do what he says, and I’ll go wherever Master tells me to go, okay?”

Yan Jue's phoenix eyes slightly opened, and he unconsciously stepped back a few steps, still startled by the young apprentice in front of him with a lot of tongue.After all, his own skills are too shallow, and most of his life has been honed by Xue Lanyin's coquettishness.

Therefore, as long as the person in front of him is a little tricky, and says a few good things with a playful smile, no matter how big his anger and resentment are to Yan Huai, it will be instantly reduced to a thin layer of fine sand.

"Okay." Yan Jue said in a low voice, "Don't say anything, if I tell you to go back to the Lishui Bamboo Forest right now, are you really willing to go back?"

Xue Lanyin paused for a moment, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the gradual easing of the halo in Yan Jue's eyes, and knew that he was hard-spoken and soft-hearted again. Without saying a word, he cheekily rubbed against Yan Jue, and smacked him into someone's arms like a cat. , While posting back, he nodded shamelessly and said: "Get out, get out, of course, as soon as Master says a word, I will pack up my things and leave immediately."

"You..." Yan Jue entangled him helplessly, seeing the vertical and winding bamboo patterns on his chest bend a long row, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and frowned while holding Xue Lanyin's ear and reprimanded, "You bastard, you're such an adult, can you show some face?"

Xue Lan raised her head from his arms with a smile on her face, her voice was as sweet as dipping in a jar of honey: "Okay, master can say anything..."

Ever since, one of the master and apprentice was smiling, the other was dark-faced, and they went back and forth like this, but each other tacitly fooled the troublesome matter of last night, and neither of them mentioned it again.

When Yun Zhehuan pushed the door and entered, he happened to see such a harmonious scene of "talking and laughing at Yan Yan".She originally thought that Yan Jue was very angry this time, and she would have to take Xue Lanyin to fight against him no matter what, but the reality was far from the result she had always expected.

It's a pity that although Yun Zhehuan's heart was very strange for a while, it was too late to mention it - because the one who followed her quickly across the threshold was the pillow who had rushed back from the territory of the Baiwu tribe all the way overnight. .

Not only did he come back, but he also tightly held an airtight bronze box in his hand.

It is the size of a palm, but the fine and winding python patterns are carved particularly aggressively.Yan Jue guessed what was in the box at a glance, took a step forward, and asked directly, "Zhuming Needle?"

Nodding from the pillow, he said: "I was afraid that coming and going would waste time, so I took it from the Hui clan alone. I think that since I can see the strangeness of the young man in Zhuxiao Village this time, it is the best way to trace his whereabouts with the Zhuming Needle." Quick way."

Yan Jue glanced at the intricate python patterns on the bronze box, and said: "In the past, the Zhufengmen in the northwest area was the place where the soul control technique gathered. The wandering soul who occupied the youth's skin was Yuan Jingzhan, the chief disciple of the Zhufengmen. , his whereabouts are erratic, and his appearance is changeable, even if you have the Zhuming Needle in your hand, you may not be able to find his specific location."

Yun Zhehuan became anxious when he heard it, and rushed out with a "Teng", followed Yan Jue in a daze and asked: "According to what you said, we really have nothing to do with him?"

"It's hard to say." Yan Jue turned his head and ignored her, and turned to Congzhen and said, "Don't delay, open the box, just take it out and use it."

He raised his left hand from the pillow, opened his lips and quickly read a series of ancient Baiwu sayings with a very deep tone, and then stretched out his little finger to point to the heart, and moved his kung fu straight to the front lock of the box. In the meantime, there is a silver strip as thick as a wrist.

Xue Lan was dumbfounded when she saw this thing, and thought to herself, this is not the so-called ghost-chasing needle, it is almost like a ghost-chasing stick-it is so thick and small, if you want to use it to hit people, maybe it can kill you. A tiankeng was smashed out of the human head.

However, before he could say a few words, the Zhuming Needle had already been taken out of the box by Cong Zhen with both hands. It was as heavy as a thousand catties, and it was so heavy that he couldn't lift his elbows smoothly. Fortunately, Yun Zhehuan's sharp eyes He went up and gave him a hand to prevent the heavy burden from directly crushing his bones in half.

The ghost chasing needle is an artifact exclusively used by the core members of the Baiwu tribe. It has a historical background of nearly a hundred years since its initial creation. It was an internal strife caused by the Baiwu tribe, and now it was the first time to track down a powerful figure with first-class skills. For the fledgling Yun Zhehuan and Cong Zhen, it was somewhat obvious difficulties.

The internal strength of the two of them is still shallow, and the Baiwu people have always regarded physical fitness and strength as the main training goals, so even if they intend to work together to fully awaken the Zhuming Needle, they will not be exhausted at the same time. internal force.

Xu Shi noticed this, Xue Lan hesitated for a while, and wanted to step forward to help the two of them, but when he was about to perform his skills, Yan Jue grabbed him from behind.

He frowned and shook his head at Xue Lanyin and said, "I'll come."

After saying that, the two fingers of the right hand suddenly closed together, and the icy wind-like zhenqi quickly flowed out from the fingertips, and almost in an instant that people could not see clearly, the inner power of the operation brushed against the very center of the Zhuming needle. .