Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Sixty-nine style.
Jiang Yan didn't wait long.
About an incense stick of time later, Master Hehuan hurried over with his two disciples.
"Master."
Jiang Yan stood up to greet him.
"……Um."
Master Hehuan's expression was very complicated. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he looked at Jiang Yan's innocent face, he finally kept his composure.
He Huan Zhenren said in a gentle tone: "Before, we were busy with affairs in Jizhou City, and there were often outsiders in the courtyard, so we, the master and the disciple, were not able to get to know each other well."
"Now, we still have a long way to go before arriving at Xizhou. While we are free, why don't we sit together around the stove, make tea, and talk about life ideals and poetry under the blue sky and white clouds? How about that?"
Yan Yushan and Fan Yang immediately responded: "We think it's great!"
"Yan'er, what do you think?" Master Hehuan's eyes were scorching and would not allow him to refuse.
The atmosphere was set at this point. Jiang Yan couldn't say that he couldn't compose poetry at all, but he was very good at memorizing sword manuals, various formation diagrams and elixir ingredient lists.
He had no choice but to nod.
"In that case, stop standing and sit down."
He Huan Zhenren waved his sleeves and took the lead in sitting cross-legged on the main seat's cushion. He ordered: "Yu Shan, close the door and do not allow others to disturb you."
"Yes, Master."
The place where Yan Yushan drinks tea is a separate small attic, where she can lean on the railing to enjoy the view. If she closes the wooden door on the side close to the corridor and sets up a soundproof barrier, this place becomes a more private conversation space.
They were sitting around a small square table.
Yan Yushan and Fan Yang sat on the left and right sides of the Master, and Jiang Yan sat directly opposite the Master.
Fan Yang took over the tea set.
He was very skilled in the tea ceremony. His movements when boiling water and pouring tea were smooth and the tea soup was clear and full of fragrance.
Respect for elders.
The first cup was given to Master Hehuan, the second cup was for the eldest senior sister, the third cup was given to Jiang Yan, and finally to himself.
Fan Yang smiled and said, "Junior brother, try my cooking skills."
Master He Huan and Yan Yushan stared at Jiang Yan closely.
Jiang Yan: “……?”
Why are you all looking at me like that?
He Huan Zhenren urged: "Yan'er, hurry up."
If he hadn't confirmed that they had no ill intentions, if someone else had come, Jiang Yan would have suspected that the tea was poisoned.
Jiang Yan held the teacup and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going to drink?"
"You first."
True Man Hehuan said.
Jiang Yan had no choice but to take a sip.
"What's that smell?" Yan Yushan asked.
The tea of immortals is naturally different from ordinary tea. It carries a hint of spiritual energy, and the water used to brew tea is also spiritual spring water. The tea brewed in this way will never be unpalatable.
The tea soup slid into his throat, Jiang Yan felt it and replied: "It tastes mellow and not astringent, sweet and smooth, with an endless aftertaste."
Yan Yushan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Master, look, I told you that my junior brother was drinking tea with me just now. You can't tell the difference just by this."
He Huan Zhenren said: "It is because of my preconceived ideas that I have misjudged them."
Fortunately, the taste is good, at least I didn’t drink the peony wine in a rush.
But just knowing how to taste tea is not enough to tell anything.
Jiang Yan: ? ?
He Huan Zhenren asked tentatively: "Yan'er, I heard that your clothes were all prepared for you by others, is that true?"
Jiang Yan nodded.
He Huan Zhenren asked: "If a set of clothes is of a monotonous color, simple style, and practical, like the linen...linen cloak you wore earlier."
"The other set of clothes is brightly colored and comes with corresponding accessories. It is designed to be beautiful, just like the clothes your fellow disciples wore on the day you became their apprentice."
"Based on your heart, which one would you choose?"
Jiang Yan recalled.
When he was becoming an apprentice, he also observed other people.
The clothes those people wear cannot be described as showy, they can only be described as gaudy and superficial. They look good, but apart from that, they probably have no other value, right?
"Of course, practicality is important."
Jiang Yan said honestly, "The clothes are gorgeous, but not practical, not as good as a sack... No, I said it wrong, it's a linen robe."
The three masters and apprentices: "..."
You already admit that it is a sack, why did you choose it!
It's because everyone insists that the robe is a sack, and he has heard it so many times that he subconsciously says it wrong.
Jiang Yan would never admit that his beloved robe resembled a sack.
Master Hehuan sighed heavily.
Fan Yang hurriedly tried to save his dignity: "Master, this only shows that Junior Brother is a practical person!"
Yan Yushan lied to him, "It's just a piece of clothing. I've touched the material, it's impervious to water and fire, and very practical!"
Jiang Yan:?
It is indeed impervious to water and fire.
But, senior sister, I have no recollection of when you touched my robe.
He Huan Zhenren said sadly: "You are still speaking for him!"
He Huan Zhenren took out a booklet, threw it on the small table, and asked angrily: "Yan'er! Tell me! Can you understand it?"
Jiang Yan picked it up and flipped it through.
Jiang Yan: “Uh…”
The content looks so familiar, the introduction is often inconsistent with the rest, the correct poems are used in the wrong places, and it is difficult to understand.
The content of the story is the same as the one given by my senior sister.
He Huan Zhenren was extremely anxious: "Speak!"
Jiang Yan thought to himself, this day has finally come.
Facing his master's questioning, the cold and aloof Immortal Lord still lowered his head.
"I'm sorry, Master, I don't understand."
Jiang Yan looked ashamed; his ignorance of poetry and songs was finally exposed.
I didn't expect it to be exposed so quickly.
Why didn’t the senior sister leave him any time to study? She told the master directly.
"The people and monsters in this booklet have written poems that are truly..."
Jiang Yan looked embarrassed. After a moment, as if he had strengthened some strange belief, he promised seriously:
"Please rest assured, Master. After I arrive at the sect, I will study hard day and night, memorize all the poems and songs as soon as possible, and work hard to learn how to write poems."
He Huan Zhenren: “…”
Yan Yushan and Fan Yang: "..."
"It's just that, isn't it that our sect's main goal is to learn the art of dual cultivation? Why do we have to learn how to write poetry?"
Jiang Yan's brain was spinning like crazy, and he guessed, "Could it be that if you learn more and see more, you can draw inferences from one instance to another?"
Just like in the magic academy, there is an elective course on "Bard Poetry".
It can not only add credits to accelerate graduation, but also enrich students in ivory towers’ understanding of the mainland.
Three people: “…………”
Master Hehuan is speechless.
Yes, that's right.
The man and the fox demon in the booklet did it.
But it’s not poetry.
Yan Yushan choked up and grabbed Master Hehuan's hand, pleading for Jiang Yan.
"Master, you can't blame me! This book is not well written. It's its problem. It has nothing to do with me."
This book is so difficult to understand that I just burned it to vent my anger.
Fan Yang also said: "Master, if you are angry, just look at my face. Isn't this face enough to calm you down?"
Beautiful women have privileges!
They all make sense, so let's give them one last chance.
He Huan Zhenren took a deep breath and said, "Yan'er, I'll be frank. They are not reciting poems or composing fu, but practicing dual cultivation."
Jiang Yan was shocked: "Dual cultivation?!"
"Look carefully, look seriously." Master He Huan said, "As long as you can tell me one of the postures, I will let you pass."
What posture? Does dual cultivation require any posture?
Can't two people just sit cross-legged facing each other with their hands together to pass on their skills?
oh!
Jiang Yan suddenly realized, and thought, the former had his back to the latter, and the latter was passing on his power with his palm against the former's back.
This posture is more convenient for healing, but it is not unusable.
Jiang Yan relayed his thoughts truthfully.
There are two postures, so you can guess one of them right, right?
However, after listening to this, the Master had a sad and angry expression on his face, and looked like he wanted to bang his head against the wall or drag him to death together.
The senior sister and brother looked anxious, and the senior sister was waving at him desperately under the table.
This time, Jiang Yan understood immediately.
There is no such pose in the book!
He got the answer wrong!
Jiang Yan grabbed the book lying in the middle of the small table, opened it quickly, and read through it frantically!
Trying to find an answer.
Fan Yang straightened his back quietly and glanced at the script calmly.
He hadn't read this one, but...
As a disciple of Master Hehuan, this is just basic skills.
Fan Yang quickly captured the key words and then combined them with the context.
The whole process was extremely fast, from lowering his head to raising his head, and before his pulse even beat for the third time, he already had the answer.
Fan Yang moved his fingers hanging under the table and released a stream of spiritual power.
The powerful energy hit Jiang Yan's calf as he was kneeling. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't to the point of being ignored either.
Jiang Yan seemed to notice something, his heart was beating like a drum, but his body was motionless and his face looked normal.
He raised his eyes quietly and glanced at his senior brother out of the corner of his eye.
The senior brother gestured to him a six and then a nine.
Jiang Yan: “……?”
Master Hehuan coughed loudly.
Fan Yang immediately retracted his hand and Jiang Yan looked away.
Master Hehuan thought he was tolerant, and he had given Jiang Yan the opportunity to cheat.
He no longer asked for too much, he just hoped that Jiang Yan had at least a little written knowledge in that area - at least not a blank slate.
He Huan Zhenren hinted, “Go ahead.”
Jiang Yan hesitated for a long time.
He looked solemn as he continued to deduced the answer.
First of all, the answer is definitely not a simple number.
posture……
Will it be like sword moves, with each move having its own style?
Well, the answer is obvious.
Jiang Yan thought, Master is proficient in dual cultivation techniques. Since it is a technique, and it is a temporary test that Master attaches so much importance to, it must be related to the technique.
It is an advance test.
Since it is a baseline test, the master should be informed of his true level so that it will be beneficial to teaching.
Jiang Yan wanted to honestly say "I don't know", but then he thought that for the tutor, sometimes "I don't know" can be a provocative answer.
——You are not even willing to make a blind guess, so are you unwilling to put the effort into learning?
You can make up for it later, let’s get through this first.
Jiang Yan looked directly into Master He Huan's eyes.
He calmly and firmly replied, "It's 69."
Master Hehuan was so happy that he almost cried.
Even if Fan Yang gestured the numbers "6" and "9" to him, he could say the names so confidently and accurately, which must have shown that he had some knowledge of these!
Otherwise, why not answer “I don’t know” or “ninety-nine”?
But still a little young.
Considering that Jiang Yan is just a young man, this is not unacceptable.
It’s not just a blank sheet of paper.
He almost wanted to persuade Jiang Yan to go to the Sword Sect to become their disciple!
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