A beautiful lady dressed as a devil

Chapter 9

Jiang Shuo finally arranged Yin Sui's courtyard tens of meters away from his own.

There is a peach blossom forest between the two courtyards. This forest is very strange. It is not like ordinary peach blossoms that bloom delicately and beautifully. There are only sporadic pale pink buds on the branches. It is neither ostentatious nor enthusiastic, but reserved and quiet.

The daily necessities in Yin Sui's courtyard are still arranged by Qifeng. He has assisted Dongyan in managing the sect's chores for many years, and he is already handy, but he doesn't seem very happy.

After instructing the maid to register the utensils that need to be moved, Qi Feng was silent for a long time, looked up and saw Yin Sui squatting excitedly in the yard to read the scroll that Jiang Shuo ordered someone to bring him, so he quietly retreated out.

"Master." Qi Feng found someone by the edge of the peach blossom forest, Jiang Shuo was sitting on a round stone, opening a page of a book with his eyelashes down.

These are Jiuhua classics for Yin Sui to study. Jiang Shuo spent several days and nights, turning over every page of the book himself, to confirm that the content is suitable for new apprentices to learn.

Of course, the more reason was that Jiang Shuo wanted to watch it himself.

Seeing his earnest and attentive appearance, Qifeng felt a sour and unwilling bitterness in his heart, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of old wine that had gone sour.

Qifeng stood behind Jiang Shuo, followed by reading the words on the book for a while, and couldn't help saying: "He can't understand."

Jiang Shuo looked away from the densely packed words, and raised his eyes in confusion: "What?"

Qifeng pointed to the book, with a bit of jealousy that she didn't notice in her tone: "Yu Yun, he can't understand this book."

In order for Jiang Shuo to understand better, he added: "I've learned about it before. Yu Yun's knowledge is shallow, and he can't read all the words. He won't have the patience to read such boring things."

The book in Jiang Shuo's hand is indeed boring and obscure. It discusses in detail the evolution of Jiuhua's various basic sword styles. Those who deal with ancient books all day, probably no young disciple would like to read them.

"I know," Jiang Shuo didn't seem to care, "so I was reading it, but I didn't show it to him. When I finish reading it, I'll write a new one that is more clear."

"...You want to write it yourself?" Qi Feng was very surprised.

"It's not a big deal," Jiang Shuo closed the book and said calmly, "I'm almost finished reading it, so it's not difficult to understand."

Qifeng: "..."

"Even if you put so much effort into writing a new book, Yu Yun won't read it."

Qifeng himself didn't realize how ugly his face had become: "He's just... a fool, I was going to give him two collections of classics yesterday, and Yu Yun threw them all into the kitchen stove .”

"Is there such a thing?" Jiang Shuo also frowned upon hearing this, "Why did he throw away your book?"

Qifeng deliberately kept silent.

He did send Yin Sui a book yesterday, and it was indeed a "treasured classic".It's just that the two books are stacked up to the height of the calf, and the cover is covered with dust that cannot be wiped clean. One is the two thousand rules of the Jiuhua Sect, and the other is the records of the sinful disciples who made mistakes and were expelled from the sect in the past.

When handing the book to Yin Sui, Qi Feng's expression was as gentle as a moon: "Junior Brother, Master ordered me to bring these two books to you, let me urge you to be cautious in your words and deeds, and abide by the rules of Jiuhua disciples." .”

He slightly accentuated his tone, smiled and said to Yin Sui: "In order not to make mistakes in the future and cause the shame of the sect."

……

"It's his fault if you throw your book on purpose."

Jiang Shuo stood up, and tiny petals fell from his robe. Qi Feng stared at the red corner that was so soft that there was no wrinkle, and subconsciously stretched out her hand, wanting to help Jiang Shuo tidy up.

"...I will teach him a lesson later," Jiang Shuo stepped back, avoiding Qifeng's movements, and continued without stopping, "You have worked hard today, and the things in Yu Yun's yard let him The servants can just move here, you don’t need to come here yourself.”

Qi Feng withdrew her hand, clenched into a fist in the sleeve of her robe: "...Yes."

Yin Sui found it very novel.

The fluffy and comfortable blue quilt, the small lantern with a gilded thin handle, the round white jade cup that changes color, the stacked scrolls exuding a faint ink fragrance, Jiang Shuo even ordered someone to bring him a Jiaoweiqin.

Yin Sui crouched in front of the sandalwood-colored piano, plucked the strings with his fingertips, and made a piercing noise.

so funny.

Yin Sui thought, maybe Jiang Shuo wanted to train himself to be a gentleman.

"How do you feel?" Just as he was thinking wildly, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, soft and soft, with an unknowingly hoarse ending, like glutinous red bean paste with sugar added.

Yin Sui abruptly withdrew his fidgeting hands from the piano.

"Master," he brewed his emotions, and when he turned his head with excitement in his eyes, "all these are for me?"

"Well," Jiang Shuo casually sat down beside him, looked at the piano for a moment, raised his hand to pluck it twice, and demonstrated, "It should be played like this."

Although the shape of the piano is slightly different, the technique is not much different from the future.

Jiang Shuo used to like to study all kinds of ancient musical instruments when he was free from work. He was not proficient, but he could still play a few verses.

Yin Sui smiled and said, "Master, I don't know these elegant things."

"It's just a piano," Jiang Shuo said lightly, "It's not elegant, but if it can be used to relieve boredom in your free time, it will be useful to you."

It was still rare for Yin Sui to hear such remarks.

He became interested, and asked Jiang Shuo: "But I don't like reading, and I don't know a lot of words. The most annoying thing in my life is being taught by others. Is it okay? Since I think reading is useless, I won't read it."

Jiang Shuo felt a slight headache.

Children in the rebellious period of youth are really difficult to deal with.

"You really think so?" Jiang Shuo looked at Yin Sui, trying to find a trace of deliberate refutation from his face.

But who is Yin Sui, he is the best at forbearance and disguising, immediately put on a distressed and wronged look, Jiang Shuo looked at his face for a moment, and sighed softly.

disappointed?Yin Sui thought in his heart, but he is such a disciple who doesn't want to make progress.

He also really hates reading.

Is Jiang Shuo going to take out his ruler and hit him twice?Just like the few "teachers" who were good for themselves in name in the previous life.

"Then don't read it," Jiang Shuo said, and before Yin Sui showed any surprise, he asked, "You don't want to read it yourself, how about I read it to you?"

Yin Sui: "..."

It is indeed a road that has never been imagined.

But if the boring content is read by Jiang Shuo, will it become lively and interesting?

"You take these books first." Jiang Shuo took out a few books from behind as if conjuring, handed them to Yin Sui, and said, "I found them out on purpose, I think you will like them."

Yin Sui subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he heard the last sentence, he paused and turned the page anyway.

... This turned out to be a storybook.

There is also a nonsense book about the Jiuhua School with exquisite pictures.

The first sentence that came into view was "Secret History of Jiuhua Dongyan [-]: Leng Xianjun is pretty and charming, passionate but hurt by ruthlessness".

Yin Sui: "."

What Jiang Shuo said was correct, he couldn't help but want to turn the next page.

But Yin Sui restrained the urge to gossip, raised his eyes, and looked at Jiang Shuo in surprise: "Master...?"

"Hush—" Jiang Shuo said softly, "Hide them quickly, I bought them from outside with great difficulty, and there is only one copy."

Yin Sui hid the scriptures in his clothes, and suddenly remembered that these things seemed to be Jiuhua's prohibited items.

When Qifeng handed him the brick-thick door rules yesterday, Yin Sui flipped through them and memorized 871 door rules, prohibiting students from peeking at books that have nothing to do with Jiuhua Gong spell books , especially various unofficial short story books.

Yin Sui looked at Jiang Shuo, who was acting as if nothing had happened, and found it really exciting.

Jiang Shuo took a nap at noon, and dealt with sect affairs after waking up.

After taking Yin Sui to find the natal saber last time, Dong Yan left Jiang Shuo alone for the first time, and let his new apprentice go back first.

He was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth: "I will work hard for you in the future."

"?" Jiang Shuo thought, isn't it just teaching a young apprentice, not to mention that it's not an apprentice, it's his own or the entire Jiuhua five years later's magic weapon to block the knife!Naturally, it is necessary to teach well.

Dong Yan's eyebrows were filled with indistinct worry, and his voice was low: "Sect affairs... I won't take over from now on."

Jiang Shuo was startled for a moment, not understanding the meaning of his words.

"All matters that need to be decided by me," Dong Yan turned his eyes and said to Jiang Shuo calmly, "I leave it to you to decide."

Jiang Shuo: "...?"

Can't laugh anymore.

Jiang Shuo tried to tactfully refuse this pile of troublesome things: "It's not very good... I can't convince the crowd, and I'm not familiar with the affairs of the sect."

"It was not possible before, but now it is possible." Dong Yan did not give him room to refuse, and said lightly: "Aren't you doing very well now?"

These words are so unreasonable, Jiang Shuo reasonably suspects that he wants to cheat himself into working for him for nothing.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Shuo said, "Qi Feng usually handles a lot of chores. If you are inconvenient to meet outsiders during retreat, you can find a disciple to preside over the overall situation for you."

This meant that Qi Feng was recommended as the head of the new generation of Jiuhua, but for some reason, Dong Yan's expression still did not ease.

"Qi Feng..." He said indifferently: "Thinking too hard."

Jiang Shuo didn't expect Dong Yan to have such a low opinion of his direct disciple.

Qi Feng can be said to be the most outstanding young disciple under Dong Yan's seat. He is diligent in cultivation and has a gentle temper. Apart from always like to move his hands and feet inexplicably, there is nothing else that makes Jiang Shuo feel uncomfortable.

Qifeng is also very popular among the disciples in Jiuhua Sect. Jiang Shuo often sees cute female disciples giving him pastries with blushing faces.

In fact, Jiang Shuo has always believed that a character like Qi Feng is more suitable to be the head than Dong Yan.

"What about Yu Pu?" Jiang Shuo asked again: "He is stable and delicate, although his cultivation level is not too high, but..."

But it's always higher than myself...

Dong Yan looked at Jiang Shuo quietly, those light-colored glazed eyes seemed to be able to reflect what people thought, and he took a while before saying: "You are my Taoist companion."

Jiang Shuo: "."

"Yu Pu came from a humble background, so it's even more difficult to convince the crowd." Dong Yan clarified the pros and cons in a few words: "It's justified for you to act as the head of the sect on my behalf."

Jiang Shuo stopped talking.

Dong Yan looked at his lowered eyes again, paused and continued: "Since your behavior is different from the past, there must be some reasons."

Jiang Shuo's heart shuddered, he came.

"I was suspicious of this change," Dong Yan turned sideways, looking at the ups and downs of the mountains in the distance, and said calmly, "But three days ago, I made a divination with my heart."

After saying this, Dong Yan actually shut up.

Jiang Shuo: "..."

Half-talking, immoral behavior.

"It's okay if you insist on not taking care of things." Dong Yan said again: "But if you have other concerns in your heart, you can tell me now."

His words paused for a moment, and then he said: "Your cultivation has stagnated because of your poor foundation. If you want to speed up your breakthrough in a short period of time... I will take you to practice together, don't worry about it."

Jiang Shuo's poor brain, which has rarely been exposed to dog blood movies and TV dramas, realized after a long time that Dong Yan was implicitly inviting himself to double cultivation with him.

"..." Jiang Shuo said decisively: "I have no worries, I can help you handle sect affairs, I wish you an early exit."

Dong Yan: "."

After Jiang Shuo left, Dong Yan returned to Muyun Peak alone.

The depths of Muyun Peak are still covered with a layer of cold snow that never melts all year round. Dong Yan stepped into the cave, passed through several stone gates, and finally came to the closed meditation room.

The room was white, without any unnecessary things. Dong Yan sat on the ground, lowering his eyelashes to look at the ground.

On that piece of pure white ground, many intertwined dark red dents suddenly appeared, and the faint smell of blood lingered, Dong Yan fixedly stared at the hexagram, and did not move for a long time.

Evil image.

Dong Yan could even vaguely foresee his own death from it.

He has been in Jiuhua for many years, and this is the first time he has seen such a dangerous hexagram.

There was a sudden sweetness in his throat, and Dong Yan immediately mobilized his kung fu to suppress the pain. Even so, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood fell on the hexagram, and was absorbed like a living thing. The blood line became more and more bright and glaring, exuding an ominous omen.

Dong Yan raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his lips, and closed his eyes.

The turning point is only on...two people.

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Qifeng: Give some textbooks of love to juniors

Jiang Shuo: Some forbidden books of love for young apprentices