At the critical moment, Shen Qingmang narrowly avoided the attack with the invisible step he learned in the afternoon. He looked up and saw Gu Suihan walking out of the house.
"So it's Master. Sorry for the offense."
"Young man, you're quite alert," Shen Qingmang muttered, walking up to him. "I just passed by and heard you coughing. Did you catch a cold?"
"No." Gu Suihan asked, "Master, why do you always think that your disciple is ill?"
Because you look like a sickly beauty. Shen Qingmang complained inwardly.
At this time, Gu Sui Han was standing in front of the door. The faint candlelight made his face half bright and half dark. She had the illusion that he would disappear at any time.
"So you're really alright?"
"Nothing." Gu Sui Han said firmly.
"Okay, then I'll..."
"Master, do you want to test your disciple again?"
"No." Shen Qingmang quickly shook his head. "But I didn't expect you to know so much at such a young age."
"Someone mentioned Junior Brother's performance in the Love Test during the day. Master, have you paid attention to me?"
She felt a little guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't pay close attention."
She had no way of knowing the previous events that were not written in the original novel. After all, as a supporting character, Gu Sui Han was portrayed much less meticulously than the male and female protagonists.
"My father once joined the Taichu Sect as a child and became an outer disciple of the Daoist Peak. Later, due to a mistake in guarding the alchemy furnace, he was expelled from the sect, but he still had a yearning in his heart. I have been taught by my father since I was young, so I have learned some superficial techniques."
Shen Qingmang suddenly understood, his doubts were dispelled, and joy filled him.
It is a teacher's fortune to have such students in the class. He does not need to worry too much about their studies or life.
"Master, why are you so troubled that you even missed your cultivation?"
Shen Qingmang hadn't anticipated his question at this moment. After a moment's hesitation, he replied half-truthfully, "I had a nightmare last night. In the dream, my disciples were disobedient and causing a great deal of trouble. Therefore, I'm a little worried today, and it's even affecting my cultivation."
"It was just a nightmare," Gu Suihan said softly. "Master, have a good dream tonight, and don't worry anymore. Nothing bad will happen, Master, just rest assured. I, your disciple, will also... obey your instructions."
"Of course I believe you. You are my most trusted disciple." After Shen Qingmang finished speaking, she wanted to reach out and touch Gu Suihan's head. This was an action she was used to doing, but she forgot that Gu Suihan was already eighteen years old. He was not the junior high school students she had taught before, and was several centimeters taller than her.
Just as he was about to retract his raised hand, it was suddenly caught by Gu Sui Han. He then lowered his head and took the initiative to put the top of his hair to Shen Qingmang's hand.
Shen Qingmang touched it gently twice, felt something was wrong, and retracted his hand again.
"Master, you comforted my junior brother during the day. Are you unwilling to comfort me now? But I am not as good as my junior brother?" Gu Sui Han looked up at her.
The hat was too big for him. Shen Qingmang quickly smoothed the fur of the big dog. "Of course not. I just thought that boys your age wouldn't like to have their heads touched."
"Master cares about me, how can I not like it? I am very happy that Master can come to visit me tonight."
Shen Qingmang's heart softened as he looked lovingly at his older disciple, who was taller than him. "If you have any difficulties, tell Master. Master will definitely help you solve them."
"Thank you, Master. But it's getting late today, so please go to bed early."
"Okay, good night." She waved to him.
Gu Suihan was stunned for a moment, then waved back. "Good night..."
Shen Qingmang turned around and left happily, not noticing the gloomy look in his eldest disciple's eyes before he closed the door.
She explored around in the dark and finally found that there was only a square in Wuya Peak that met her requirements, but she needed to buy desks and blackboards, so she planned to go down the mountain to buy them tomorrow.
Early the next morning, she first came to the courtyard where the outer disciples lived. Unlike the inner disciples, they did not have independent courtyards, but lived together in the dormitory with large bunk beds.
A boy in gray was sweeping the doorway. Seeing her approach, he quickly put down his broom and stood straight. "Greetings, Master Qiongju. What are your wishes?"
"Where are the other people who came with you yesterday?"
"I'll go call them right away!" The boy ran away, and soon, thirty children came to her. Some of them were awkward and nervous, but some were looking at her cautiously and curiously.
"Yesterday, I thought you still had to clean up your place, so I didn't disturb you. Today, I came to see you. I wonder if you all slept well last night?"
The children looked at each other, some timidly answered "comfortable". The boy who saw her first said, "Master, we are both outer disciples. Did you recognize the wrong person?"
"Did you want to become my disciple yesterday?"
This time everyone gave a positive answer.
"Then you are all my disciples. Under my tutelage, outer disciples can also practice. Aside from the different living quarters, you will be treated the same as inner disciples."
"Is what the real person said true?"
“Can we also study law?”
The younger children were all excited, chattering away with questions. Shen Qingmang smiled. "You can call me Master, or Teacher. We'll be teaching in a few days. If you're short on pens, paper, and inkstone, you can come down the mountain with me today to buy some. Anyone who wants to go, just raise your hand."
Most of the children raised their hands high. Shen Qingmang handed them a few pieces of paper and asked them to make a list of what they wanted to buy first to avoid missing anything. Some children happily took it, while others said, "Sir, I can't write."
Shen Qingmang was stunned for a moment.
She thought that the education rate in this world was not that bad, but she didn't expect that even among the children who entered the final selection, there were so many illiterate people.
It seems that she cannot teach them magic directly, and she needs to take elementary school Chinese classes first.
She stood there thinking about how to compile the teaching materials, but the children sensitively noticed her mood changes.
"Master, I can write. I'll help him write!"
"Teacher, I can't write, but I can learn!"
"Will the real person abandon us just because we can't read?"
Shen Qingmang came back to his senses and soothed them, "No, then I'll teach you how to read first. It's okay, let's take it step by step."
"Teacher, there is one person who hasn't come yet. He is hiding in the room crying!" said a little girl, pulling her sleeve.
"Oh? Take me to see it."
Shen Qingmang followed the little girl to the outer disciples' dormitory and found a little boy sitting on the edge of his bed, wiping away tears. He hadn't changed into the outer disciples' gray robes; his brocade clothes looked out of place in the simple room.
Shen Qingmang understood immediately.
This is a rich kid who feels very disappointed because he was not selected into the inner sect.
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