Wei Zhilin walked into the house, took out a clay pot, scooped a few handfuls of snow from the bamboo, put it into the pot and compacted it. He returned to the house and lit a charcoal fire to cook the snow and make tea. After a while, the snow water boiled. Pour the red clay into the small stove, and the aroma of tea immediately overflows in the room.
Wei Zhilin took a sip and was savoring the fragrance on his tongue when the smoke-like middle-aged man appeared again.
"Reporting to the president of the college, we have found out clearly that a student named He An broke into the courtyard privately and stole the ink bamboo. He had a conversation with Lu Zhengqing before coming here."
Wei Zhilin nodded slightly, and the man turned around and went out, disappearing in an instant.
Before leaving, Imperial Master Li Xingzhi handed over to Wei Zhilin a mysterious force cultivated in Zhixing Academy. There were more than a hundred people in this force, and all of them had amazing cultivation. What surprised Wei Zhilin was that there were two of them He has actually reached the True Self Realm, and most of the others are at the peak of Hedao.
Such a force, no matter where it is placed, is a terrifying force that no one dares to underestimate.
Wei Zhilin sipped the tea carefully. He An must have been instigated by Lu Zhengqing for He An to act so boldly. It seemed that the old guy was still worried about that incident.
Wei Zhilin drank a pot of tea until it was tasteless, then stood up and went out. Seeing that it was already noon, he walked to Lu Zhengqing's residence with his hands behind his back.
Standing outside the house, looking at the snow-covered roof and the smoke still coming from the chimney, he knocked on the door and said, "Is Zhengqing here? Wei is here to beg for food!"
"Not here!"
An angry voice came from inside the house.
Wei Zhilin chuckled and pushed the door open directly.
"Coming in uninvited is a thief."
Lu Zhengqing was sitting at the table drinking porridge. When he saw Wei Zhilin coming in and picking up a chopstick of green vegetables, he looked at him bitterly and chewed with his teeth.
Wei Zhilin turned a blind eye and took a bowl of porridge for himself. He sat across from Lu Zhengqing in a dignified manner, took a sip of porridge and picked up a chopstick of green vegetables.
"It tastes good! Just a little too much salt!"
Wei Zhilin took a bite, stretched out his chopsticks and continued to pick up the food.
"You, the head of the hospital, are so rude!"
Lu Zhengqing finally couldn't bear it any longer and struck Wei Zhilin's chopsticks reaching for the vegetables with the chopsticks in his hand.
"It's been three years and you're still angry with me? In fact, you also know that I let your disciple go in the first place because it was good for him."
Wei Zhilin didn't show any anger, he put the green vegetables into his mouth with a smile and chewed them loudly.
"Be good to him? Do you know what kind of life he lived in Zongjianmen? A handyman, a low-level handyman, a handyman who has been pulling the bellows for three years... If you hadn't tempted him to go to Zongjianmen, he would Now he has established a firm foothold in the military department."
Lu Zhengqing rolled his eyes and angrily took the remaining green vegetables on the plate into his bowl.
"Your good disciple Qu Yong is a wizard who practices swordsmanship. He only has swordsmanship in his heart. Mr. Guoshi once commented on him that this son is extremely talented in swordsmanship and obsessed with swords. You will only miss him in Zhixingyuan. If you want to become Everyone in swordsmanship has no choice but to go to Zongjianmen."
Wei Zhilin took a plate of soy beans next to him, took a spoonful and put it in his bowl.
"That's why I talked to him back then, and he himself was determined to go to Zongjianmen. Besides, he has good conduct and will definitely come back after completing his studies."
Lu Zhengqing didn't speak, just drank his porridge. He also knew that Qu Yong's best choice was to go to Zongjianmen to practice, but he just couldn't bear the pain of this child.
When Wei Zhilin saw that Lu Zhengqing no longer refuted, he smiled and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of green vegetables from his bowl and put it into his mouth without politeness.
"You are angry with me, so you instigated He An to steal my black bamboo, right?"
"What's the matter... I... I just... haven't seen He An recently..."
Lu Zhengqing's expression changed, he lowered his head hesitantly, and took a sip of porridge, but he almost choked and coughed while stroking his chest.
"Look at you, you're still the same as before, stuttering when you lie. Tell me, why did you encourage Na He An to break the bamboo?"
Wei Zhilin finished the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, looked at Lu Zhengqing calmly, and said in a calm tone.
Lu Zhengqing saw that the question was on his face, so he had to tell He An the reason why he broke the bamboo. Seeing that Wei Zhilin remained silent and blew his beard, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and hurriedly said: "He An doesn't know that the bamboo is yours, you can't allow it." Punish him, you tricked my disciple away, I tricked He An into breaking your bamboo, let’s clear up both sides!”
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In the afternoon, as usual, it was the math teacher Lin Qiuchi's class.
Fan Dazhi closed the book listlessly, feeling depressed. Lin Qiuchi called his name just now after class and asked him to go to the backyard.
Most likely, Teacher Lin still refused to give up and asked him to learn the formation from her. Fan Dazhi looked reluctant and insisted on dragging He An along.
He An couldn't help but smile. How many people dream of being appreciated by Teacher Lin? This guy actually didn't appreciate it and insisted on going along himself.
In desperation, He An accompanied Fan Dazhi out of the school building. Snowflakes fell sporadically outside. In the cold wind, the two of them walked past Zhixing Building, passed through a ginkgo tree, and arrived at the backyard, where several rows of houses were occupied. Many teachers from Zhixingyuan.
The two of them arrived at Lin Qiuchi's small courtyard. There were many pieces of wood, ironware, and formation flags placed in the corner of the courtyard.
Lin Qiuchi was carving something on an iron vessel with a dragon's head, and there was a slim woman next to him.
When Lin Qiuchi saw Fan Dazhi and He An, he nodded slightly as a greeting, and said in a soft and cold voice: "Fan Dazhi, if you are willing to learn the formation from me, I will definitely teach you the skills and accept you as a close disciple! "
The slender woman on the side heard this, with a surprised look on her face.
For a moment, she looked at He An and Fan Dazhi, and introduced herself with a smile on her face: "My name is Jin Caiyun, a student who has been practicing for three years. I have been studying formations with Master Lin for a long time. Congratulations to this junior brother, Master Lin has chosen There aren’t many people there!”
Fan Dazhi was lazy to begin with, and then he thought about how he would have no time to play after he learned the formations before he had yet mastered the art of energy transformation. He scratched his head and murmured, not knowing how to refuse.
"I know you are lazy and tired of learning, but how do you know that the formation is the most exquisite technique in the world?"
Lin Qiuchi seemed to have read through his thoughts. She stood up, brushed her hair that was blown by the wind and covered her face. She raised her hand, and five streams of light flew out of her sleeves, landing in different directions in the small courtyard. Five small formation flags fluttered in the wind on the ground and disappeared for a moment.
After a violent fluctuation of vitality, the snow in other places was still falling, but not a single piece of snow fell in the small courtyard, as if something was covering it.
"Can you try and see if you can get out?"
Lin Qiuchi conjured a small file in his hand, leaned over and continued to carve on the iron dragon's head.
Fan Dazhi was stunned: Could it be that if you don't learn, you won't be allowed to leave? He took the lead to walk outside. He An was also very curious, and the two tried to walk towards the place where the snow fell.
After only taking a few steps, there seemed to be something invisible blocking the way, and my body was bounced back when it touched it. This small courtyard seemed to be a world of its own, isolated from the outside world.
The two tried different directions and used all their strength. They were like flies against a wall and couldn't get out. They couldn't help but feel shocked.
Lin Qiuchi didn't even raise her head, she just raised her hand and saw the five chess pieces flying back into her sleeves.
As the formation was removed, snowflakes began to fall in the sky of the small courtyard again.
He An and Fan Dazhi couldn't help but look dumbfounded.
"Give you time, think about it carefully, and then reply to me!"
Lin Qiuchi's voice sounded. She put away the file, took out a colored pen from the cloth bag next to her, and started drawing on the dragon's head.
Her hand holding the pen was very steady, and she painted the outline on the dragon's head without stopping at all. Finally, she made a stroke on the eyes of the dragon's head with ease.
For a moment, He An had the illusion that the ground beneath his feet shook.
Fan Dazhi raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky seemed to be cracked, thick clouds and mist were rolling in, and there was a dragon swimming in it. He shook his head, and the crystal snowflakes fell on his face, melting instantly and making him very cold.
The snow was falling sparsely, and the two teenagers stood in the courtyard, both of them seemed a little lost.
At this moment, there was a knock on the courtyard door, and the manager Feng Qiwu walked in, first saluting Lin Qiuchi.
"Master Lin, the viewing platform has been arranged. The head of the hospital invites Master Lin to come over."
Feng Qiwu is the general manager of Zhixingyuan, in charge of financial expenses, planning and construction, and other related matters. His power is only under the heads of the two major courtyards.
Lin Qiuchi nodded, stopped what he was doing, and clapped his hands.
"Fan Dazhi, hold the dragon head and come with me to the rooftop. You two, wait here first!"
After Lin Qiuchi finished speaking, he straightened the handkerchief wrapped around his hair and walked out first.
When Fan Dazhi heard this, his face suddenly fell. He looked at He An, then turned to look at Lin Qiuchi who was leaving. He helplessly leaned over to hug the iron dragon head.
It was the size of a dragon head basin and not particularly heavy to hold. Fan Dazhi reluctantly held it in his arms and followed Lin Qiuchi and Feng Qiwu with a pout.
"This little junior brother, what is your name?"
Seeing that there was no one else in the courtyard, Jin Caiyun, who was slim and slim, took the initiative to walk to He An, blinked a pair of watery almond eyes, and looked at He An curiously.
"This senior sister...I...my name is He An!"
It was the first time that He An was looked at directly by a girl like this, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He took a step back and bowed.
"Oops! It turns out... you are He An!"
Jin Caiyun gave an exaggerated cry and actually stepped forward to grab He An's arm.
"I've heard of Junior Brother's name a long time ago, but I didn't expect that Junior Brother is not only a winner in the ring, but also very capable, and he's also so handsome!"
Jin Caiyun has a graceful figure, and her black hair hangs down like a waterfall on her waist. He An felt the fragrance blowing to his nostrils and couldn't help but blush.
"It's snowing heavily outside, let's go inside and wait for them to come back..."
Jin Caiyun couldn't help but pulled He An and pushed the door into the house. The room was not big and the furnishings were simple. Jin Caiyun moved two chairs and asked He An to sit down. She sat down next to him and watched with a smile. He An.
"Senior sister... why... are you looking at me like this?"
He An felt uncomfortable being looked at and couldn't help but lower his head and look at his toes.
"I didn't expect that my junior brother would be so shy. You are so handsome. You must be liked by many girls, right?"
Jin Caiyun chuckled, looking at He An who lowered his head, a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.
"Little junior brother, although this is the first time that senior sister has met you, senior sister really likes you!"
As Jin Caiyun spoke, he moved closer to He An, gently held one of his palms with both hands, and then put it into his arms. This move was really bold and shocked He An.
He An hurriedly took out his palm and was about to stand up when he smelled a faint fragrance and felt his heartbeat speed up and his cheeks feel hot.
