Bai Yang School.
Du Mei led Ouyang Xiuya along a not-so-wide bluestone road to the end, where they came to a courtyard surrounded by countless flowers.
Because he was surrounded by many flowers, Ouyang Xiuya observed carefully for a while, but he didn't find out what color the walls of the courtyard were.
"...Master Xi Jing, everyone knows his character, so if nothing happens, they won't bother him."
Du Mei explained, then said with a smile:
"Don't worry, even if Master doesn't approve of you, not many people will know about it. Well, it will save you embarrassment and shame."
Ouyang Xiuya rolled her eyes at her friend, her expression unchanged, and said directly:
"You can enter the wizard's door wall, so of course I can."
He was quite confident in his words.
"Ah this?" Du Mei was stunned for a moment and thought for a few breaths before she gradually figured out what Ouyang Xiuya wanted to say and what she wanted to express.
You (Du Mei), a loser who is worse than me in making utensils, can become Wu Yuanjia's disciple. I am more capable than you, so naturally I can succeed in becoming a disciple.
Despised.
Huh... Du Mei breathed out secretly, barely able to maintain her smile, but she also lost interest in continuing to chat. She walked up to the stone steps and started knocking on the door.
Tuk Tuk! Tuk Tuk!
Tuk Tuk! Tuk Tuk!
A low muffled sound came out immediately.
"who?"
After a breath, a clear male voice enveloped Du Mei and Ouyang Xiuya.
When Du Mei heard this, her expression became serious and she immediately shouted loudly without hesitation:
"Master, it's me, Du Mei!"
As soon as the words fell, the door clanged and opened automatically. The clear male voice had a faint smile:
"It's Xiaomei, come in and talk."
"Okay." Du Mei lowered her eyebrows, agreed, and pulled Ouyang Xiuya into the courtyard surrounded by flowers.
After the two left, the door closed again quietly.
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Wu Yuanjia is a Chinese-Burmese man who looks to be about forty years old. He has thick eyebrows and a straight nose, big eyes and thick ears, and a wide forehead and round face. This image is seriously inconsistent with the image of Ye Huai, a top instrument master, and is more like a simple and honest temperament. The uncle next door.
At this moment, he was wearing a moon-white robe, leaning on a bench, holding an iron pot in his hand, and watering a potted plant on the table with a relaxed expression.
Seeing Du Mei and Ouyang Xiuya coming in, Wu Yuanjia glanced at it casually, then stopped looking at it and focused his attention on the potted plant in front of him again.
Du Mei seemed to be quite familiar with this place and was not polite. She pulled Ouyang Xiuya to a seat relatively close to Wu Yuanjia and sat down.
After a while, Wu Yuanjia finally finished what he was doing. He raised his hand and rolled the potted plant to the corner of the room. He looked around and his eyes fell on Ouyang Xiuya, feeling a little confused:
"I seem to have seen this friend Xiaomei brought."
This time, without waiting for Du Mei's introduction, Ouyang Xiuya took the initiative to reply:
"Deputy sect leader, my daughter is also a member of the sect and is currently guiding the disciples who have just joined the sect in their practice."
Wu Yuanjia said "hmm" with a smile on his face, as if he was satisfied with his memory.
He nodded to Ouyang Xiu Yaya, moved his eyes to Du Mei, coughed softly, and asked directly:
"What brings you here this time?"
Without waiting for Du Mei to respond, Wu Yuanjia turned his eyes slightly and took the initiative to guess:
"Do you have any precious flower seeds for me?"
After that, he took a serious look at his naughty disciple and shook his head.
He shouldn't be so filial.
Sure enough, Du Mei immediately shook her head:
"In the entire Yehuai County, you probably have all the beautiful flower species here. How can I find new species?"
When Wu Yuanjia heard this, he let out a "ha", and he felt that it was true. After thinking about it, he raised the corners of his mouth, with a bit of ridicule in his tone:
"Let me guess again."
He paused and continued:
"That means you have made some progress in making utensils. Come here to show it off and get some rewards by the way?"
"No." Du Mei waved her hand and gave Wu Yuanjia the answer without giving Wu Yuanjia another chance to guess.
She pointed to Ouyang Xiuya beside her and said:
"Xiu Ya is a good friend of mine. She is very talented in making utensils. Master, if you have time, you can give me some pointers..."
Ouyang Xiuya stood up, took the initiative to take out something from her pocket, put it on the table in front of Wu Yuanjia, and said softly:
"This is what I made during my daily practice. The wizard can take a look."
Then, she took a few steps back and returned to her original position.
Wu Yuanjia said "hmm" and somewhat understood what Du Mei meant. This guy wanted to introduce his friends here.
It's really... no rules, he muttered secretly, it would be appropriate for your master to at least come over for this matter.
Shaking his head, he lowered his eyes and looked at the small instrument on the table.
This is a tiny instrument that is green in color and has many matching runes engraved on its surface. It looks like a fan.
"Good skills."
Just by looking at these few breaths, Wu Yuanjia had already realized that Ouyang Xiuya was indeed as talented as Du Mei said. Such a tiny instrument and so many runes could best embody basic skills.
At this moment, Wu Yuanjia began to love talents.
He picked up the fan, rubbed the lines on it, and looked at Ouyang Xiuya:
"This is pretty good."
When Ouyang Xiuya heard this, her expression was very lively, as if she didn't expect to receive such direct appreciation from Wu Yuanjia.
"Master, can you..." When Du Mei saw her master's expression, she felt excited and was about to express her inner proposal.
Wu Yuanjia glared at Du Mei, suppressed her words in her throat, smiled at Ouyang Xiuya, and said:
"If you are interested, you can learn to make tools with me first. During this time, I can also explore your abilities and deficiencies in this area, and think carefully about how to teach you."
"Thank you wizard."
Ouyang Xiuya understood what Wu Yuanjia meant. He was not in a hurry to become a disciple, but he could learn from him.
This is really good news.
Wu Yuanjia squeezed the fan in his hand again and wanted to say something else. Suddenly his brows moved and he looked sideways at the door.
Uh-huh!
At this time, a ball of golden flames suddenly appeared, intertwining vertically and horizontally, outlining something like an envelope, and landed in front of Wu Yuanjia.
"Oh? It seems that a strange friend came to visit."
Wu Yuanjia was not polite. He picked up the falling envelope, took out the letter paper, and read it carefully.
Sixty breaths later, he suddenly closed the letter, with a bigger smile on his face, turned to Ouyang Xiuya and said:
"You can come to me anytime in the future."
Ouyang Xiuya nodded obediently.
Du Mei knew that her master had something important to do and was going to see off the guests. She was a little curious and wanted to know who the author of the letter was, so she took the initiative to ask:
"Master, who wants to visit you?"
She pointed to the letter.
Wu Yuanjia said with a smile on his face:
"He is the disciple of a stingy old guy. He ran into trouble in Yehuai this time and asked me to help.
"Well, the little guy is right outside the door."
Stingy old guy... Du Mei thought about it seriously and didn't remember knowing that there was such a person. However, seeing that the master was so happy, she thought that the person who wrote the letter should be a good friend of the master.
With this in mind, she and Ouyang Xiuya looked at each other, stood up together, and said goodbye to Wu Yuanjia.
Wu Yuanjia agreed with a smile and told them to tell the person outside the door to come in.
"What kind of friends are we? Other people's disciples are more important than our own, so we will be driven away." In the courtyard, Du Mei muttered and complained softly.
"Okay, maybe they have something important to discuss?" Ouyang Xiuya pulled the other party's palm and made a casual guess.
"It doesn't matter." Du Mei smiled: "Our goal has been achieved anyway, Xiuya, you have to treat me to something good today."
"Can."
During the conversation, the two opened the door, looked around, and noticed the figure standing upright under the stone steps.
"Ah, is it him? Why is it this guy?"
The smile on Du Mei's face suddenly froze, a little unbelievable.
Not far away, a man in his twenties was standing diagonally opposite the two of them, seeming to be observing the flowers and plants without paying attention here.
With sword eyebrows and starry eyes, black hair and black clothes, and a red sword on his back, it was Jiang Yan who came to visit Wu Yuanjia.
Sensing the movement, Jiang Yan turned around and immediately noticed the two women standing under the door.
He easily ignored Du Mei, only that beautiful figure reflected in the depths of his eyes, and smiled unexpectedly:
"haven't seen you for a long time."
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Ps: I harvested wheat yesterday. Although I couldn’t help much, I still had something to do.
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