After killing the master

"This blissful tune is really mysterious. This disciple is actually in the scene. It's like a dream. There are some people in the dream. Now I wake up, but I can't remember it." Sheng Qinghuan's fingers stroked gently. Touch the strings.

Sadness starts from the heart, and there lives in my heart a person who has forgotten for a hundred years.

Nan Zhi picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the side and ate it, nodded: "That's natural."

The Bliss Tune is the most mysterious song in the world, it cannot be played by non-immortals, it cannot be mastered by non-spiritual people, it cannot be comprehended by non-intelligent people, and it cannot be played unless it is Huaiqin.

"Master." Sheng Qinghuan stood up again. He was not as happy as when he came here, his eyes were red, and he was extremely depressed.He said: "The disciple is not in a good condition today, and I will ask the master for advice another day."

"Alright." Qingchao said lightly.

Sheng Qinghuan hugged her piano, said goodbye to Nanzhi, and left Miyin Hall.

At this time in the middle of the month, the entire Lizhou was plunged into silence.

Qingchao stood up, lightly raised her jade hand, and the two vermilion lacquered doors closed by themselves.

"It's getting late, you should go to bed earlier." Qingchao said softly.

Nanzhi laid out the bamboo slips in front of her, raised a pen in her hand, and smiled at Qingchao: "I have to finish writing this story before going to bed."

"Write it tomorrow." Qingchao walked over, as if she felt sorry for her staying up late.

From this point of view alone, Master Qingchao is much more caring than Master Wenzhai.

"My disciple likes to finish today's work." Nanzhi laughed brightly.

"Then I'll accompany you." Qingchao sat down opposite her, with a tea set beside her, which was just right for him to have a few cups of leisure.

Nanzhi looked up at Qingchao, feeling restless.

"See what I'm doing?" Qingchao smiled slightly.

"Master looks good." The disciple said with confidence.

"Then do you want me to sit closer?" Master said seriously.

Nan Zhi's old face suddenly became hot, and he quickly immersed himself in writing.

But as soon as I was about to write the title, I ran into a problem. What should I name this story?

"Master, what is the name of this story?"

"Up to you." Qingchao gracefully picked up the teacup and sipped the tea shallowly.

Nanzhi closed her eyes, recalling what she saw in the world of flowers and flowers, the most impressive thing was Bai Jilan's letter to Wei Yan.

"That's called a letter with his wife." Nan Zhi opened his eyes.

Qingchao's expression is indifferent, but his eyes are extremely soft and bright. He is quite satisfied with the name Nanzhi chose: "This is good."

Nanzhi began to write on the bamboo slips, and even wrote an ending for Bai Jilan's younger sister, Bai Jingzhi.

Bai Jingzhi is married to the Sheng family, so she is also Sheng Qinghuan's first mother.

Finally, I also commented on the role of Chu Mengyu. Although she is a villain in the story of Wei Yan, she was once a famous beauty. She also has a gentle and dignified side.

Chu Mengyu is not an absolute bad person, she just became a demon because of love, she loves her husband too much, because the deeper the love, the more painful it is, so she will do some things that hurt her own son.

All the characters in it are tragic characters who lost everything because of love.

Nanzhi has seen too many separations between love and hate, so he naturally opened up the God mentality, looked at it calmly, and analyzed it rationally.

After writing the story, Nanzhi looked at Qingchao with some doubts: "Master, you didn't approach Sheng Qinghuan for money at all, right?"

There can't be such a coincidence in this world. If Master Qingchao hadn't discovered something, how could it be possible to keep a mortal like Sheng Qinghuan in Miyin Pavilion?

Qingchao put down the teacup and said softly, "It's really for the money."

Nanzhi walked up to Qingchao, picked up the cup and poured a cup of tea, and after taking a sip, she sat beside Master Qingchao: "Master, what about the nobleness you have always upheld?"

"I was stabbed by you." Qingchao put down the teacup calmly, and got up to leave.

Nan Zhi was still sitting there, unable to react.When did she destroy Master's aloofness?Why doesn't she know?

"Hey, Master..." Come over and explain.

When Nan Zhi wanted to refute, the master had long since disappeared.

In the middle of the night, it was very boring, Nan Zhi packed up his things and went back to sleep in his room.

The next day

Nanzhi woke up early, made breakfast for Qingchao Master, and washed all the master's clothes. In short, all the slaves and apprentices were done.

Qingchao ate relatively lightly, and the way he ate was particularly elegant. Nanzhi, a voracious eater, was too embarrassed to sit with him to eat. She was holding a bowl, sitting under a crabapple tree in the yard, without No matter how you eat, just eat happily.

She looked up at the crabapple tree in the yard. It was 200 years ago, after Master Qingchao and Master Wenzhai collapsed, Master Qingliao left Dongliang. I dug out a small crabapple and planted it in this courtyard after I came to Nanxiang Kingdom. Unexpectedly, it really grew into a 200-year-old giant tree.

It may be due to spiritual power, this crabapple has been blooming all the time, and has never withered.

"Stinky girl, you fell on my lap."

Nan Zhi was stunned for a moment, who made this high-pitched and dull sound of death?

Nanzhi looked at Master Qingchao, who was sitting on the balcony with a beautiful posture, he didn't speak, even if he spoke, he wouldn't have such an annoying tone.

Is it an auditory hallucination?

Nan Zhi didn't pay any attention to it, and started to eat again.

"Smelly girl! My clothes are dirty." The voice of death appeared again.

Nan Zhi realized that the voice was coming from behind, and that it was very close, so he turned his head suddenly, only to see a man in red floating out of the tree, with disheveled hair, quite a bit of Master Wen Zhai's coquettish attire, but he was more than Wen Zhai. Master Zhai has too much coquettishness, it is simply incomparable.

Nanzhi was not shocked when he saw a person walking out of the tree.

I haven't seen anything with my master in the past six years. It's not surprising that there is only a tree demon, but it still looks very popular.

"Have you become a spirit?" Nan Zhi's first words.

Sure enough, it's not a nice thing to say.

The man in red stretched out his hand and pinched Nan Zhi's face fiercely: "Say it again, believe it or not, I'll kill you."

"Master, help, the dryad has killed someone." Nanzhi still held the bowl with one hand, and kept patting the hand of the man in red with the other, jumping up and shouting for help.

Qingchao looked over lightly, the plain sleeves fluttered lightly, and an extremely domineering spiritual force struck over, pushing the man in red out several times.

It can be seen that Qingchao didn't want to embarrass the man in red. If any other ghost dared to bully his apprentice, he would have been killed on the spot.

Nan Zhi was so frightened that she ran away, and she walked around behind Qingchao, still holding the bowl tightly in her hand, and there was an unfinished chicken leg in it, the small appearance was very funny.

"Master, why did you raise a monster?" Nan Zhi trembled, and raised such a vicious male monster.

"Well, you Hua Qingchao, you actually slapped me in the face because of this stinky girl?" The man in red came over angrily, his red clothes fluttered as he moved, his black hair fluttered, and his whole body exuded a kind of seductiveness.

Seeing the man in red approaching, Nan Zhi squatted down, holding Hua Qingchao's sleeve tightly with one hand.

"Okay, don't scare Nanzhi." Qingchao smiled faintly, her tone was also extremely soft.

Because of this gentleness, the irritable man in red had to put down his anger, sat opposite him, and looked at Nan Zhi who was hiding behind Qingchao.

"Smelly girl, come out and let me take a good look at you." The man in red said.

What does she do?familiar?

"Okay, I see you scared her." Qingchao said angrily.

If he gets his disciples down again, he will lose his face.

"Does this make you feel bad? Why didn't you feel bad about me when this stinky girl climbed onto me, picked my flowers, and threw stones at me when I was a child?" The man in red looked like he wanted to settle accounts.

Nan Zhi swallowed, thinking back to her childhood, it was really unbearable.

There are also people who climb on crabapple trees to poke bird nests, pick crabapple flowers, and throw stones at ants on tree trunks.

"Master, does this dryad like you?" Nan Zhi reckoned that the man in red dared to act like a baby, he must like to chat with Master.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhi felt very heavy. Although he did not object to having a master, he still wanted a master in his heart.

Qingchao took a sip of tea and almost spit it out, he looked back at Nanzhi with a very heavy heart.

All these years, he and Wen Zhai's cultivation of her was so difficult that it was all crooked?

Although the young man in red looks a bit flirtatious and has a bit of a temper, he is indeed an upright man. He slapped the table hard, and a wave of monster power rushed over, turning into tiny vines and dragging Nan Zhi behind Qingchao. .

Because the distance was too close, Nanzhi didn't wait for Qingchao to rescue her, she was already lying on the table, the chicken leg was picked up by the boy in red and stuffed into her mouth.

It's unreasonable to treat a little girl like this.

"Smelly girl, believe it or not, I will marry you as my wife!"

If you dare to doubt his sexual orientation, I will marry you when you are 15 years old.

"Hongtang!" Qing chatted angrily.He quickly untied the vines wrapped around Nan Zhi's body, took out the chicken leg from her mouth, and wiped her face lovingly.

Hongtang is the tree demon's name, it is neither male nor female, and it is not serious at first glance.

Nan Zhi swallowed the water in his mouth, but still couldn't control it, and burst into tears.

Nanzhi didn't want to cry consciously, but his body was still too young, but at the age of 14, he would definitely cry when he was frightened.

Nanzhi's mature soul couldn't bear this immature body, so he could only hold his nose and tears on Qingchao's shoulder.

"Master, I will not marry a man, not a tree demon."

"He was joking, don't take it seriously."

Seeing that Nanzhi was crying too sadly, Hongtang felt embarrassed, so she said, "Just a yellow-haired little girl like you, how can you be worthy of me, Daxian? Even if you want to marry, I don't want to marry Daxian."

Nanzhi thought, this Hongtang is actually a little arrogant, okay, you are alluring, you have the final say.

After a while, Nanzhi didn't cry anymore.

The soul can't control the pain of the body, it's really depressing, obviously the heart is strong enough, and those who don't want to cry, but they are made to cry, those who don't know think that as a heroine, she knows how to cry all day long, but in fact, she won't crying.

"Congratulations, Zaidu cultivated into a human form." Qingchao said sincerely.

"This is also thanks to you who saved me from the cliff 200 years ago." Hongtang cupped her hands and said.

Hongtang is actually a demon with a story.

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