Chapter 31 Chapter 31 All three disciples seem to be equally unfilial...
The Hehuan Sect does not have a unified dormitory for disciples. New disciples will choose a house close to their master to live in. Some are even neighbors with their master. This makes it convenient for the master and disciple to get to know each other quickly and build a closer relationship.
On the left side of Hehuan Zhenren lives the second disciple Fan Yang. The wing room on the right side of the courtyard is still empty, and now it is just right for the new junior disciple to move in.
The three of them lived together in a villa with a large courtyard in the middle.
The eldest disciple, Yan Yushan, is a girl who lives alone in the villa opposite.
Although the three disciples each had their own troubles, they were still obedient and filial.
Surrounded by his disciples, Master Hehuan felt a little happy.
When the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, Master He Huan lay on his bed with a vision of the future in his mind - he wanted to conceive a training plan for his little disciple in his dreams.
As for whether this is efficient...
Master Hehuan said that this was all a dream, how could it be efficient?
Don't be in a hurry, let everything take its course.
Let’s talk about tomorrow’s matter tomorrow.
Master Hehuan slept very peacefully. He had been tired after working hard for many days - he was really exhausted from going out - and he decided to sleep until he woke up naturally tomorrow.
The next day, at the hour of Mao.
There were constant noises of "swish", "rustle" and "whoosh" coming from the courtyard, and lights were coming in through the windows that were never closed tightly, making a constant rustling sound.
Master Hehuan turned over and wanted to pretend to be deaf.
"bass---"
In the quiet early morning, when even the sound of birds was almost inaudible, a sword was neatly drawn out of its sheath, and the sharp sound of it breaking through the air was so clear.
"Ah!!!" Master Hehuan couldn't sleep anymore. He angrily threw off the quilt and got out of bed.
Who is it!
Who on earth deliberately disturbed people's sleep so early in the morning?
Master Hehuan frowned and pushed the door open with force.
It was past the autumnal equinox, winter was approaching, the daybreaks were getting later and later. The wind was chilly, the sky was dark, it was a good time to sleep.
As soon as the door opened, Master Hehuan was startled.
A young man in tight training clothes was doing horse stance under a tree with his back to him. His back looked so familiar.
The bleak autumnal breeze blew by, and a few yellow leaves were blown up from the ground.
He Huan Zhenren: “…”
It was Yan'er.
Since it was Jiang Yan, he couldn't be someone who deliberately caused trouble.
He Huan Zhenren's filter for his little disciple is higher than the sky and thicker than the earth. He firmly believes that Jiang Yan will definitely be the most obedient and filial disciple in the entire He Huan Sect, without a doubt.
but……
Do I have to get up before dawn to practice swordplay?
It is unacceptable to kill your master because of your excessive diligence!
Under the tree, the young man's thumb slightly pushed open the hilt of the sword, then instantly grasped it and pulled the sword out from his waist. He swung it once, then quickly sheathed it with his backhand, his eyes looking straight ahead from beginning to end.
Jiang Yan never looked down at the Demon-Breaking Sword during the entire process, and his movements were entirely based on his experience and feel.
The sword was so sharp that even a millimeter of error would cause him to be cut by the sword, and blood would flow all over the ground. However, he was not afraid of accidentally hurting himself when the sharp blade was sheathed, and he was so skilled that He Huan was speechless.
He Huan Zhenren: “…”
Master Hehuan seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.
When he was on the flying boat before, he and Jiang Yan did not live together. The space left in the corridor outside the wing room was only for people to pass through, not for exercise, so Jiang Yan would go to the deck every day, where there was more space.
Master He Huan knew that Jiang Yan was diligent, but this was the first time he was hit head-on.
Not far away.
Jiang Yan first heard a "squeak", and then a strong gaze pierced his back, watching his every move.
Jiang Yan: “…”
For no reason, my hair stood on end.
He suddenly put away his sword and turned his head quickly to look back.
Zhenren Hehuan had a head of beautiful silver hair scattered messily behind her back. She was only wearing a casual coat with the corners of her sleeves still curled up.
Master He Huan looked at him dimly: "Good morning, disciple."
"...Morning, Master." Jiang Yan thought for a moment and asked, "Master, did I wake you up?"
He Huan Zhenren: "I heard the sound of you practicing sword, so I came out to take a look."
This is a disguised admission.
Jiang Yan apologized earnestly: "It's my fault. Next time I will go to a farther corner and speak softly so as not to disturb Master."
Master Hehuan had a very complicated expression for a moment.
There will be a next time for this horrible schedule.
How early does the little apprentice get up every day?
Jiang Yan couldn't help but ask, "Master, why are you looking at me like that?"
A little scared.
It felt like Master Hehuan was going to knock him out and drag him to sleep in the next second.
"I am just a little surprised. Yan'er, don't you think the weather is very good today? Especially now, the cool breeze is comfortable and pleasant, and the sky is bright, which is just right for-"
Zhenren Hehuan stopped at the right time and made a face to signal Jiang Yan to continue.
Jiang Yan immediately understood.
He nodded slightly: "Master is right, this is the right time..."
True Man Hehuan was delighted.
The two said in unison:
"When I sleep."
“When I’m exercising.”
He Huan Zhenren: “…”
Jiang Yan: “???”
Jiang Yan asked blankly, "Master, don't you get up in the morning to practice?"
He Huan Zhenren said with great self-awareness: "If I ever have this kind of realization, there will be smoke rising from the grave of our ancestor."
Jiang Yan wanted to say something but stopped.
...Master, you don't have to say that about yourself. Don't you often practice all night and read scriptures and secret books?
Seeing that Jiang Yan's expression was not right, He Huan Zhenren thought that he did not believe it, so he added:
"Not only that, Yan'er, if you go out and take a look, there is definitely no third person awake in the entire Hehuan Sect."
Just as he finished speaking, a corner of the bamboo curtain in front of the window of the left wing was lifted up by someone inside the room.
The young man stuck his head out, his clothes were neatly arranged, only his long hair was draped over his shoulders like Master Hehuan.
"Master, this is not true. I am still awake."
Fan Yang was very disrespectful in sabotaging the show.
Jiang Yan looked at his senior brother, then looked down at himself, and finally looked at Master He Huan with innocent eyes.
——Master, isn’t there a third person?
Master Hehuan was choked.
It seems that all three disciples are equally unfilial.
He Huan Zhenren walked to Fan Yang's window aggressively and asked, "Why did you get up so early? Don't tell me you're practicing. I won't believe it!"
Jiang Yan also looked at Fan Yang curiously.
Fan Yang yawned and shook the book in his hand.
"Master, I stayed up all night reading the storybook. This is serious business."
Jiang Yan was very sharp-eyed and could see the cover of the book at a glance. On it was written a very simple and straightforward title - "The Domineering Prince Falls in Love with Me".
Jiang Yan: “?”
Senior brother stayed up all night reading a storybook? ?
He Huan Zhenren also saw the title of the book clearly, and immediately snorted with contempt, "Oh, I have already finished reading this series of stories all night long!"
Jiang Yan: “???”
Do you also stay up all night reading storybooks?
"Master, don't you often stay up all night and practice hard?" Jiang Yan asked.
He had already realized that he had a huge misunderstanding about the Hehuan Sect and Hehuan Zhenren.
He Huan Zhenren said calmly: "Yes, how can reading storybooks not be a form of cultivation? What I cultivate is my vision and mind!"
Jiang Yan: “…”
It turns out that the Hehuan Sect is not diligent at all, and Hehuan Zhenren is the one who takes the lead in sleeping and reading storybooks!
Fan Yang took advantage of the opportunity and asked, "Master, do you have a sequel to the storybook?"
He Huan Zhenren: "The book 'After being forced to love by the overbearing prince, I ran away with the baby'?"
Fan Yang: “Exactly!”
He Huan Zhenren nodded: "In my study, go get it yourself."
Fan Yang was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master, for giving me this treasure!"
Jiang Yan: “…”
Jiang Yan: “???”
——Is this the Hehuan Sect’s treasure?
Jiang Yan's eyes were full of stars, and he totally couldn't understand this book title which was full of information.
Does tyranny refer to a way of cultivation?
What is forced love? It doesn’t sound like a good thing… force, compulsion… is it a form of bullying?
What is dribbling the ball? Is it Cuju?
Why do you want to run away with Cuju after forced love?
Jiang Yan was puzzled.
If you study without thinking, you will be confused; if you think without studying, you will be in danger.
The teacher is right in front of you, but you have doubts but don’t ask. When will you ask?
Jiang Yan actively asked: "Master, I have some doubts!"
He Huan Zhenren turned his head and said, "Hmm? Go ahead."
Jiang Yan: "Why did you run with the ball after being bullied?"
Master He Huan and Fan Yang looked at each other.
——Ah? My disciple/fellow disciple actually understood?
"Ahem..." Master He Huan decided to give it a try: "Then, Yan Er, how do you think the story should develop?"
The cold and beautiful woman grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand, her brows full of murderous intent.
"A warrior can be killed but not humiliated. The way of the sword is that if it is too hard, it will break; if it is too soft, it will fall. If you are bullied, why not resist? Even if there is a huge gap in strength, even if you risk your life, it is better than being tortured and living at the mercy of others."
Jiang Yan said murderously: "My fate is determined by me, not by God, and certainly not by others!"
He Huan Zhenren: “…”
Fan Yang: “…”
You could hear a pin drop at the scene, and the only sound was the rustling of fallen leaves.
After a while.
Fan Yang asked: "Master, did my junior brother take the wrong book that the Sword Sect next door likes to read?"
He Huan Zhenren wiped his face, turned around and left: "It must be that the way I woke up was wrong. I will go to sleep and wake up."
Fan Yang: "Then I will too——"
Jiang Yan was dissatisfied and stopped them: "Master, Senior Brother, is there something wrong with what I said?"
The two said in unison: "Nothing is wrong, you are right!"
Jiang Yan: “…………”
Perfunctory! This is blatant perfunctory!
**
Hehuan Sect, outside the study of Master Hehuan.
Yan Yushan wondered, "What did you say this morning? Yan'er was unhappy the whole day."
Fan Yang laughed dryly.
Yan Yushan's eyes flashed with ferocity: "You won't bully him, will you?"
Fan Yang shuddered when he thought of Jiang Yan's powerful words, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God."
This sentence makes a lot of sense.
But he always had the illusion that he had walked into the wrong theater and picked up the wrong script.
"... Senior Sister, how could I dare to do that?" Fan Yang sighed, "It was my junior brother who said something shocking that frightened my master and me."
Yan Yushan was confused. "What a mess! Yan'er is very well behaved and never talks nonsense."
Fan Yang shook his head meaningfully.
"You don't understand."
Yan Yushan: “…”
She sneered and pulled out the whip, "It doesn't matter whether I understand or not. My whip says it understands, and that's enough."
Fan Yang didn't hesitate for a second, he turned around and ran.
Yan Yushan shouted: "Don't run!"
Fan Yang: "You'd be a fool not to run!"
…
In the study.
Jiang Yan lifted the bamboo curtain and looked at the lively scene outside. He couldn't help but ask, "Master, Senior Sister and Senior Brother are fighting again."
Don't you need to care about it?
Master Hehuan sat behind the desk, holding the small note of course selection handed to him by Jiang Yan.
Hearing this, he said without even looking up: "Don't worry about it. They seem to be arguing, but they actually have a very good relationship, just like real siblings."
Jiang Yan nodded as if he understood something.
Oh, he knows.
Once upon a time, there was a pair of twins in the tribe who quarreled every day but were as close as one. His mother once told him that this was their unique way of getting along and he didn't need to interfere.
The second brother and the eldest sister ran out of the yard, chasing each other.
Jiang Yan carefully closed the window and lowered the bamboo curtain.
"Yan'er, come here." Master Hehuan waved.
Jiang Yan came closer.
Zhenren Hehuan carefully reviewed Jiang Yan's course selection and said, "In addition to swordsmanship, you also chose alchemy and music arts? Isn't it a bit..." Too many.
Jiang Yan replied naturally, "Master, don't worry. I will not skip the rest of the courses, but I will take time to audit them."
After all, the Hehuan Sect only required one subject to be chosen, but he chose three.
If you select all of them, it will definitely be very high-profile.
It is better to say hello to the teacher and then go to the class you are interested in. This way, it is more efficient.
Jiang Yan explained the reason.
He Huan Zhenren: “…”
That makes a lot of sense.
After all, the Hehuan Sect is a sect that would rather lie down than do anything else, and Yan'er being like this is really too conspicuous.
Moreover, Master Hehuan agreed with Jiang Yan's strategy of attending the meeting as an observer.
If you do not formally choose the course but instead take time to audit it, you do not have to take part in the final examination for this course!
You will have to take fewer exams, so you can give up if you want to.
Awesome! It's perfect!
He Huan Zhenren promised: "Don't worry, I will help you convince the headmaster to allow you to sit in as an observer."
"Thank you, Master!" Jiang Yan thanked him obediently.
This is what a young apprentice is like. He never lets down his guard at critical moments and is very worry-free.
Master Hehuan felt very relieved.
He thought for a moment and asked casually, "You want to learn music, have you ever been exposed to it before?"
"Yes." Jiang Yan raised his head and chest: "I am best at playing the flute."
"oh?"
Master Hehuan became interested, rummaged through the boxes and found a bamboo flute, and handed it to Jiang Yan.
"Would you like to play two pieces of music for us to hear?"
"Okay." Jiang Yan naturally wouldn't refuse.
"What does Master want to hear?"
The young man was eager to try. Ever since he went to study at the magic academy, he had little time to play the flute.
"Anything is fine." Master Hehuan was not particular. He also had no knowledge of music theory and did not know what music scores there were.
Jiang Yan pondered for a moment and said, "Then I'll just play a nursery rhyme from my hometown."
Master Hehuan nodded slightly.
Jiang Yan held the flute horizontally, placed his fingers above the holes, and took a deep breath slowly.
Master Hehuan’s face was full of anticipation.
The next moment.
He Huan Zhenren: “!!”
The music that echoed throughout the study was like a devil's sound piercing his ears and almost took his life.
The young man stood tall, with the bamboo flute tilted across his lips.
His eyes were slightly closed, with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth. His body swayed slightly with the music, and the cold facial features became softened.
Such a fairy-like person, on such a warm and quiet afternoon, blew the bamboo flute in her hand in the mottled light and shadow passing through the bamboo curtain.
Everything is so beautiful.
Master Hehuan thought expressionlessly, the prerequisite is to plug your ears and only look at the face.
Master Hehuan listened to the whole song in pain.
It is really very painful.
Even if I don’t know much about music theory, I have never heard such an unpleasant flute sound!
What’s the difference between this and murder? Is Yan’er taking revenge on him for what he said this morning?
When Jiang Yan put down the bamboo flute, He Huan Zhenren immediately asked, "Yan'er, I was perfunctory with you this morning, you are not angry, right?"
Jiang Yan shook his head in surprise.
He Huan Zhenren: "You...is this your true level of flute playing?"
Jiang Yan nodded vigorously, his eyes expectant, and three words were written in his clear eyes - "Please give me praise."
Master Hehuan looked at his expectant expression, held his breath for a long time, and finally clapped with his eyes closed.
"Good! You play it very nicely!"
He Huan Zhenren closed his eyes and praised with a guilty conscience: "Yan'er's flute sound is truly unprecedented and will never be surpassed. I'm afraid that all creatures in this world will be moved by your flute sound!"
Jiang Yan was a little happy.
"Really?" He raised the corners of his lips and said confidently, "I know I'm great. Everyone who has heard my flute has praised it for being beautiful."
Master He Huan: “…………”
They just can't bear to reject your eyes seeking praise.
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