After hearing this, the master put his hand on Li Xiuyuan's shoulder, with a determined and dignified look on his face.
He whispered back: "Then forget about him!"
Li Xiuyuan didn't understand what the master meant, so he looked at him and asked softly: "Since you have learned it, why should you forget him?"
"Do you want to be a forging master like the elder of the Weapon Refining Pavilion, Huangfu Xuanming, for the rest of your life?" The Master looked at him and asked seriously. "If that's the case, where will you find the time to practice in the future?"
Li Xiuyuan nodded thoughtfully and said with a smile: "I understand, just like I learned how to play the piano without having to think about playing it all day long."
When he said this, the master smiled: "Just remember the scenery you have seen. You don't have to live in the scenery all the time. The same is true for the art of casting. If you learn it, you can help Wei Qing forge a knife." ."
After a long silence, Master looked at Li Xiuyuan and said: "Little Fatty, his uncle has been blacksmithing all his life, and he is more familiar with strength than I am, but if he puts all his energy into practice... "
Li Xiuyuan felt slightly nervous, and there was a voice in his mind that seemed to say: "I have been obsessed with the art of casting all my life, otherwise I would have ascended and left this time..."
He wanted to catch this flash of inspiration, but it disappeared without a trace in an instant.
He only knew that the voice in his mind was the one he was most familiar with. It was on a high mountain, and it was also a windy and snowy weather. No matter how much it happened, he would not want to come.
Li Xiuyuan stared at the lines of the strings on the table, his eyes flashing rapidly along with the strings. His thinking gradually failed to keep up with the changes brought about by the passage of time. He only felt a slight irritation and pain in his mind and could no longer think about it.
After I walked out of the house and wiped my face with cold snowflakes, I felt better.
He looked at the Master with lingering fear and said, "Teacher, I seem to remember something, but I can't catch it."
"Don't force yourself if you can't remember. One day you will remember everything... Sometimes, it is always a blessing to be able to completely forget some things."
The Master doesn't know what happened to Li Xiuyuan in the past, but judging from his severe injuries, it is definitely not something worth remembering.
Li Xiuyuan walked around the room, took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, and said calmly: "We can only talk about it later. I often have some inexplicable dreams, but I can't remember them clearly when I wake up."
The master did not answer him, but just replaced the herbal tea in his cup with hot tea, put away the piano on the table, and then said with a smile: "Drink two cups of tea, and you can go and have a good rest later. When you feel refreshed, Think about forging knives again.”
The master had the materials Wei Qing needed to make the knife, and he also wanted to see what kind of knife Li Xiuyuan could make.
"It takes less than half a year to a year to cast a knife. I'm not afraid that you will waste the materials."
The Master looked at Li Xiuyuan who was in a daze holding a cup of tea and said calmly.
"I'm afraid that when the elders of the Weapon Refining Pavilion come back and discover your casting talent, I will keep you. The students in the academy know that you can forge powerful weapons, and they come to you every day to beg you..."
Li Xiuyuan thought about the little fat man and murmured: "Fortunately, the little fat man rejected me just now, otherwise, wouldn't I have to forge another sword for him?"
Master Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel speechless as he listened to Li Xiuyuan's narration. He thought to himself that you haven't even started casting yet, and you are already thinking about rejecting someone. But he finally listened to his own advice and was not a stubborn guy.
"You dream! When that kid sees that you can shoot a knife, it will be weird if he doesn't pester you every day and threaten you with the secrets in your body. Can you not help him?"
The master shook his head and thought to himself, how many people in this world can say that they will not do something without doing it?
Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment, looked at his master and said, "That boy is just deceiving me. He has some magical abilities. It's just that his family told him about Jun Wuyou's attack on the Silver Moon Kingdom and his team... "
Li Xiuyuan thought about it silently, and realized that he was still too honest. He continued to face the master: "I actually let him deceive me. It seems that I can't trust others casually in the future."
"You have to suffer some losses before you grow up. Just remember this truth and don't let others deceive you again when you travel in the world."
Li Xiuyuan felt his heart tremble when he heard this, and murmured, "Then what kind of dazzling eyes do you need to cultivate?"
The master looked up at him and said calmly: "When you travel in the world from now on, talk less and watch more. When encountering problems, don't think about things from your own point of view. Instead, think about things from the other person's point of view. If it were you It’s him, what will happen?”
Li Xiuyuan was stunned and said with a smile: "In this case, wouldn't it be too tiring to be a human being?"
The master looked at him and sighed, and said: "Instead of letting people plot against you, instead of dying, what does this tiredness mean? So... you have to keep your eyes open when you meet people in the future."
"It seems that I have to learn more from the little fat guy in the future. That guy is full of bad ideas." Li Xiuyuan thought of Chu Feng's chubby face and said with a smile: "I guess he even dares to scheme against the elders of the weapon refining hall, even if the elder is his uncle. ."
"You two are not the same kind of people." The master looked at him and said calmly: "You can travel with him, but there is no need to learn how to deal with people. You have your own personality."
Facts have proved that the little fat man is a careless master. His threats to Li Xiuyuan are all paper tigers, but Li Xiuyuan is too honest and falls into his trick.
At this moment, he hadn't received the wine Li Xiuyuan gave him, and he was thinking about how to deceive his old uncle about materials that Li Xiuyuan had learned about casting.
It's just that this material will not be used for casting by Li Xiuyuan. He will take it to the academy and sell it to students in need.
Sitting in the bamboo hut, Fu Zijing looked at Li Xiuyuan and said calmly: "Go and rest for a while. We will do everything after you have regained your energy. Don't be anxious."
"With that, I will take my leave..." Li Xiuyuan responded respectfully, then stood up and walked out of the hall.
...
Looking at Li Xiuyuan's leaving figure, the master was thinking about the music and the meaning of the lyrics he had just played. This was something he had never heard before. He could conclude that there was no such music score even in the academy's library.
So, where did this guy come back from? Was it taught by an old Taoist priest, or was it something you were born with?
He now somewhat believed what Li Xiuyuan said that he often had inexplicable dreams, but he couldn't remember the things in his dreams clearly after waking up.
Only in reincarnation can there be memories of past lives. But, are there reincarnated people in this world?
The Master didn't know how to convince himself.
Suddenly a voice sounded outside the door: "Master, what are you thinking about?"
The master, who was looking down in thought, looked up and saw the dean standing under the eaves outside the bamboo house, greeting him with a smile.
"What are you thinking about? I want to think about how I have never heard the song that boy played just now. Have you heard it?"
The master looked at the dean and smiled, then poured the remaining tea in the pot into the bucket next to him and replaced it with a new tea.
The dean walked into the living room and sat down, looked at the master and said with a smile: "What about the little guy? Why don't you see his people? Weren't they still here just now?"
The Master looked at him with a smile on his face and said: "That boy has been reading in the Weapon Refining Pavilion for seven days and seven nights. Now I will let him go back and rest."
The dean looked at him quietly and asked, "Why does he want to look?"
The master had a very natural look on his face and replied calmly: "Because he wants to forge a knife for my little apprentice."
The dean was slightly startled. I thought to myself that this guy had just mastered the art of piano, and now he actually went to the Artifact Refining Pavilion to learn the art of casting. Isn't this acting recklessly? Even in the academy, no one can reach this level.
The sound of the piano and singing still remained in the dean's mind. He looked at the master and asked doubtfully: "Master, you taught him the music of the piano. Where are the lyrics? You also wrote them. Hurry up and take them. Come out and show me..."
"How can I be so good? It's the first time I've heard that piece of music. How can I write poetry?"
The master looked at the dean and shook his head gently.
When the dean heard this, he couldn't help but murmured: "I didn't expect this little guy to know how to write poems. What kind of master is he who can teach such a monster apprentice?"
"According to him, his old Taoist priest has gone down the mountain to travel around the world. It is impossible to say that he will ascend and leave this world at that moment." What the Master said is true.
However, he knew that the dean would not believe it either.
When the dean heard this, he couldn't help but cursed: "That's nonsense. Who doesn't know that in these thousands of years, no one has ever been able to ascend and leave here, not even you or me."
After listening to the dean's words, the master thought with emotion in his heart, and finally felt the dean's pride. It seemed that he could not tell Li Xiuyuan's secret even to death, otherwise he didn't know how much trouble it would cause.
Thinking deeply, the master noticed the meaning in the dean's eyes and said calmly: "This qin way is not kendo. It depends on the master's mood. The dean wants to hear it next time. I will notify him in advance when the boy plays the qin. you."
"Do you feel happy to have such a disciple?" The dean was a little angry.
"Of course, he is not a showman. He only played a piece today when he was in a good mood. Even if I were his teacher, I would rarely listen to it."
The master looked at him and replied seriously, reaching out to pour hot tea for the two of them: "Please drink tea."
"Did you think it was boring that I left him chopping firewood in the kitchen and you got an advantage?" the dean asked with a frown.
"Of course he is? If you hadn't abandoned him, how could I have such an obedient disciple?"
The master looked at the dean, his eyes narrowed with laughter.
"Do you think I was too selfish for not curing his leg injury?" Looking at the careless wife, the dean suddenly became angry.
"That was your choice, and it was also his fate. Just like he is now, he will one day repay the grievances he had with Jun Wuyou back then."
The master looked at the dean, the expression on his face was neither sad nor happy.
"Forget it, what's the use of being impulsive about things that have already passed? Fortunately, you left him in the academy. After all, isn't he still a disciple of my academy?"
The dean looked at the master with a proud look on his face.
The master looked at him, shook his head gently, and replied: "Yes, and no! Emotionally speaking, he is, but morally speaking, he is not. He is just a little handyman who lives in the academy by his own hard work. "
The dean rubbed his cheeks that were numb from maintaining a serious expression, looked at the master and asked, "Do you think he can learn the skill of casting?"
After a moment of silence, the master replied: "To be honest, I didn't believe it before he cast Wei Qing's sword."
The dean looked at him solemnly and said: "So, you have prepared the casting materials for him to try. You know that casting is not an easy task for the elders."
The master opened his mouth slightly, looked at the dean's doubtful look, and said hesitantly: "If you don't try, how will you know if he can do it? Just like you teach your children, how can you find the opportunity to succeed without failing a few times?"
The dean shook his head and said: "I don't believe that he can learn the casting technology in seven days or something by reading a few books. How about we take a gamble?"
The master smiled and suddenly said: "I think you have something that can make me miss you so much that I can stupidly take a gamble with you like those other kids?"
"You're not afraid of losing this competition, are you?" The dean looked at the master and smiled.
