refuse to be a teacher

What Xue Lan had recited since she was a child was the ancient pronunciation handed down from within the Living Sword Clan.He stumbled in his Chinese, and there was always a little bit of strange intonation in it. I don't know who he learned it from. It would be better not to say it. It was like a monk chanting scriptures, which gave people a headache.

Yan Jue really didn't think about talking to him at first.But the two people who get along day and night, they are clearly taking care of each other face to face, but one is pointing at the sky, and the other is talking about the earth, the wind and the horse have nothing to do with each other, and the preface does not match the afterword.

What an IQ Yan Jue, for the first time, he felt that talking to ordinary people would be so unbearable—so he didn't do anything, and simply stayed until the symptoms of blindness were slightly relieved, and offered to correct him. Xue Lan's pronunciation when speaking Chinese.

The conditions where they lived were not good.Mo Fuqiu only hastily built a wooden house at the bottom of the valley. Under the obstruction caused by 49 rigid barriers, he rarely tried to understand Xue Lanyin's daily life. Lan added it on his own whim.

It is difficult for people outside to get in, and it is difficult for people inside to get out.They didn't have pens and paper, Yan Kai's eyes couldn't see clearly, and his legs and feet were still weak, so when the weather was fine, Xue Lanyin hugged him and sat in the yard outside the house, and picked a thin branch for him to write on the ground.

While Yan Jue was writing, he would teach to read at the same time.The well-educated young master speaks in a correct manner, with a soft and melodious voice, and Xue Lan is watching and listening obsessively because he is at the side, and he is indescribably happy and envious.

At that time, Yan Jue only taught him the simplest everyday language, which was enough to communicate with each other.But because Xue Lan is very smart, she has accumulated a lot of Chinese in the past, and she can learn everything easily, and soon she is no longer satisfied with the simple and shallow learning in front of her.

The first time the two unconsciously mentioned a rare word that is needed outside of daily life is the name of both parties.

Xue Lan had always been curious about what the little beauty's name would be.Maybe his name is just as pleasing to the eye as he is - Xiaochuntao, Xiaojiaohua, Xiaocuilan...or just Xiaomei.

Later, Xue Lanyin finally seized the opportunity to ask him a question, but Yan Jue was only taken aback when he heard the words, then he lowered his head and picked up the branch, and wrote a line of small characters with some hesitation.

——or jade.

That was the old name his parents gave him in his early years.Ever since Yan Jue officially joined Qin Huan's sect, he has never been called that.

In fact, he had a little selfishness, and hoped that at least in this Xixin Valley where he escaped from the world, no one would call him Yan Jue with hatred.

It's a pity that the uneducated Xue Lan couldn't spit out ivory because of a dog's mouth.He stared at the two large characters for an unknown amount of time, and finally managed to squeeze out only a few intermittent sentences:

"Stealing... stealing incense and stealing... jade?"

Yan Jue wished he could pierce his head with a branch.

"'Speaking of a gentleman, warm him like a jade.', that's what you mean! Where did you think so dirty?"

"Oh." Xue Lan looked at him, then at the ground, after a while she realized, and said with a smile in her not-so-fluent Chinese: "You...you are beautiful, like flowers and jade."

Yan Jue was too lazy to pay attention to him, rolled his eyes and refused to speak again.

However, Xue Lanyin was sticky like a piece of brown sugar, sticking to his little hand again, smiling all over his face while coaxing him softly: "Hey, Hoyu! Don't be angry, You read those two or three poems, but I don’t quite understand... But, just teach me, teach me, I can learn everything quickly, can you teach me?”

Yan Jue made him impatient, and wanted to kick him away a few times, but after thinking about it, there is no way to get out at the bottom of Xixin Valley, and it will only become more boring if you are poor and in a daze. Poor ghosts who can't read big characters read poetry and read books, at least people won't be so bored that moldy grass grows.

As a result, his heart relaxed, he narrowed his phoenix eyes, and began to make conditions to Xue Lanyin without shame: "In this way, I don't want to teach a white-eyed wolf who doesn't know how to be polite. If you want to learn something seriously, at least Call me 'Master' respectfully first."

This is all gangster logic!Which kind-hearted scholar would force students to call him master?

Xue Lan laughed dumbfoundedly and said, "Mayu..."

Yan Jue turned his head and threw the branch, folded his arms with a cold snort and said, "Call Master."

Xue Lan scratched her ears and cheeks instantly and said, "Do you know how old I am? Do you want me to call you Master?"

Although Yan Jue was blind, he could still see the basic shape of human bones—Xue Lan might be a little taller or shorter because of his similar stature. With a faint childishness, it is obvious that he is only a teenager in his teens.

How old is he, and where can he grow up?

Yan cheated and said mockingly: "Why, don't you live hundreds or thousands of years?"

Who knows?

Xue Lan smiled awkwardly, raised her eyes to meet Shang Yanjue's disdainful side face, and was stunned for a moment.

The growth pattern of the living sword people is extremely slow, so the life span is much longer than that of ordinary humans.The boy in front of him seems immature/immature. It is very likely that he has experienced nearly a hundred years of vicissitudes, but the days have passed too long, and he has spent a lot of time interspersed/interspersed in detention and fleeing—even When the Living Swordsmen were imprisoned and deliberately stored as special weapons, the excessive drug would force them to fall into a deep sleep for several years.

Then he woke up and ran away, escaped and was arrested, and went back to sleep after being arrested.Maybe in a certain unconscious long sleep, he will be completely divided and dismembered, and he will lose the chance to wake up again. Most of the close relatives and friends around him leave without saying goodbye in this way, and at first they will feel pain because of panic. Heartbroken, bloodshed and death became commonplace, and they gradually got used to it.

So to this day, Xue Lanyin can't even figure out how old she is.

He hesitated to speak and stared at Yan Jue's long and beautiful eyes, as if he had thought about it for a long time, then sighed inadvertently, and said to him with some embarrassment: "Then what... Actually, I also forgot."

Yan Jue looked sideways in a daze.

For a moment, he mistakenly thought that the little brat was pretending to be mean.It wasn't until he could hear a bit of self-deprecating daze from the slow and long ending that Yan Jue gradually began to understand that the person in front of him had really lived a long time, so long that even he himself was wrong with the past. The experience produced the illusion of trance and distortion.

To put it bluntly, ten years of long years can't easily transfer a person's mind.

Yan Jue's soft-spoken and soft-hearted faults are completely a habit developed since he was a child-probably because Xue Lanyin saved his life, since he clearly couldn't say "Master" in his heart, Yan Jue didn't either. Intend to desperately ask for it, but in the end the two pretended to toss and toss a few times, Yan Jue really had nothing to do with Xue Lan, so he nodded vaguely, which was regarded as acquiescence.

From then on, this little beauty who descended from the sky became Xue Lanyin's little master.

The little master himself doesn't like to talk to people, but he always says that Xue Lan is rude because of his presumptuousness.Every time he wanted to call Xue Lanyin, he would say "Hello", "Who is that", "You, come here", and he never said his name seriously.

Later, Yan Yao himself felt that it was not suitable, so he couldn't help but grabbed him and asked, "Hey... what's your name?"

It was rare for Yan Jue to be so proactive, but Xue Lan was so happy that he rushed forward, showed the gilt square ring that had been worn for many years between his thumbs, and stuffed it under his nose: "Here, look here , it’s not written here, you haven’t noticed such big three characters?”

Yan Jue resentfully said: "...I'm blind."

"Okay, then if you touch it, you can always feel it clearly, right? Come here, come here, stretch out your hand..."

Excitedly, Xue Lan squeezed Yan Jue's five fingers, placed them on top of her thumb carefully and stroked them back and forth.

That square ring has been in existence for some years, and every corner around the bend has been worn very badly, but this does not affect the meticulous and exquisite carving at the beginning.

The cumbersome and difficult Chinese characters are closely intertwined with the ancient characters of the Living Sword tribe, and they are inlaid and engraved on the gilt surface exposed to the outside of Fang Jie——Yan Jue focused on exploring for a while, frowning and thinking for a long time with his current ability, probably Can only touch a vague outline.

"...Xue?"

——It seems to be the case, this talented little master, can he guess right?

Because Xue Lan looked at him patronizingly, she couldn't help but said in surprise and joy: "Continue."

"Small……"

——This... guess is a bit crooked.

Xue Lan suppressed her smile and hurriedly urged him: "Haha, continue!"

"spear?"

——Well, sure enough, you can't have too much hope for the little blind man.

Before the words were finished, Xue Lan looked sideways at Yan Jue with a carefully and cautiously entangled face, which was so endearing. She accidentally lost her breath and burst into laughter with a "puchi".

"Hahahahahahahaha, you are too interesting, how did you find it?"

Her own name was disassembled and pronounced in a dirty and ugly way, but Xue Lan was not angry at all, but she still looked happy after laughing.Yan Jue has lived in vain for so many years, but he has never seen such a wonderful beauty in the world. For a moment, he seemed to want to say something, but just as the words came to his lips, he was caught by this "Xue Xiaomao" who kept laughing from beginning to end. Get a head start:

"It's okay, according to you, from today on, my name will be...Xue, Xiao, Mao!"

Yan Jue was stunned speechless by his actions in an instant, and could hardly find any reason to refute - and since then, he really started calling people Xue Xiaomao carelessly.

Xue Xiaomao, Xue Xiaomao, Xue Xiaomao -- I don't know how smooth it is to say it.Because Xue Lan herself listened very well, she always felt that Yan Jue was giving him a certain nickname. After getting more and more familiar with each other, both of them formed a habit of it. Only then did he know that his real name was "Xue Erjin", and he never thought about how to change it.

But to be honest, although the little master Yan Hao is a bit cold-tempered and has a little bad temper, he is patient and responsible every time he teaches people to read and write.

Starting with that period of time, Yan Jue's eyesight was really poor, and what he could teach was very limited. In addition, under the constraints of objective conditions, even if the neat handwriting was supported by a tree branch and poked in the mud for a while, it would inevitably appear rough tedious.

Later, I don’t know which ditch Xue Lan picked up from which brush and rough paper, a pile of things looked half-old, but they were still barely usable, so the master and apprentice simply lit a lamp in the house. Candlelight, sitting side by side at the table and began to write stroke by stroke.

Yan Jue's own knowledge is not very profound, and he has not reached the pinnacle, but he has one advantage in that he reads a lot of books, and he can basically recite the poems and prose he is interested in.

He taught Xue Lanyin to read poems, most of which were catchy famous sentences, and after confirming that the little clever ghost could gradually keep up with the pace, he would immediately change to another batch of ancient prose of different lengths.

Because Xue Lan is not dull, but also diligent and eager to learn, Yan Hua is comfortable and joyful in teaching. If he really wants to treat him as a student, he will gradually let go of his prejudice and turn to imparting most of the knowledge he has learned throughout his life.