Master, he feeds wolves with his body

The pupils of the boy in black lit up, and his whole body was filled with surprises from the inside out.

The corner of Gu He's mouth couldn't help but bend, he always wanted to raise his hand to touch Xiao Yi's head, but he held back in the end.

Some things are better taken slowly.

Gu He led Xiao Yi to the main hall of Yanyuntai, saying that it was the main hall, but in fact there was no office space.The entire Canglang Pavilion knew that the head of the sect didn't care about common affairs, and the elder Xia Qiyue handled the affairs of the sect in an orderly manner by himself.The main hall of Yanyun Terrace is actually just Gu He's sleeping hall.

Gu He explained to Xiao Yi as he walked in, "Yanyuntai is my residence alone. I like to be quiet, so I set up an enchantment here, and no one can enter without communication." After finishing speaking, he seemed to remember Something interesting, smiled and shook his head, Qingyue's voice was full of joy, and said again: "You are my apprentice, you can go anywhere here."

The young man bit his lips, raised his right hand holding the sword to his waist, and took two steps to catch up with Gu He, pretending to be reserved and stable, but couldn't help but eager, "If others can't go, I can't." can go?"

Gu Hefeng's eyes lowered slightly - no matter how fast Xiao Yi is now, he is still 15 years old, so he is still not as tall as himself.Thinking of this, I felt a subtle satisfaction in my heart.

He looked seriously into the clear eyes of his little apprentice, and said word by word: "You are my apprentice, so there is nothing wrong with it."

The boy held the sword loosely and tightly, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice, "Master, you are so kind to me."

Gu He was stunned, looking at the young man in front of him.

This was the first time since he was reborn that he looked at Xiao Yi carefully.

His black hair is tied up high, making him even taller; he was only considered thin when the Hall of Absolute Beginning accepted disciples, and now he looks too thin.

Men generally have larger skeletons, but Xiao Yi's waist is wrapped in a black dress. I am afraid that even if King Ling of Chu is alive, he will praise "thin waist".

The slender fingers were exposed outside the cuffs, which should be because the clothes were too short.

Originally, at this age, he should be very favored at home, but he just said a word, and he thought the master was really kind.

Xiao Yi... these years must have been difficult.

Xiao Yi also has mixed feelings in his heart, he knows that he has always been different from others.

From a young age, others had their father on their shoulders and their mother in their arms, but he didn't;

Later, he also had a father. On the first day he met the person who should be called his father, he looked at Mr. Meng and the child of the same age as him in Mr. Meng's arms with admiration. , Hanging the longevity lock safety talisman one after another, eating all kinds of hot pastries, and I just looked at it enviously, and that delicate young master who was half-brother with him, was full of anger Throw a bowl of hot lotus seed soup at his feet.

Hot lotus seed soup was sprinkled on him, and the fine white broken porcelain scratched his forehead.

And that look of disgust was contagious on the face of the man he was supposed to call father.

Xiao Yi's heart was cold, and from that moment he understood that he was never the same as others.

Even the most humble servant of the Meng Mansion would call him little son with a smile while stepping on him.

It wasn't until later that he grew up, learned to resist, and was kicked out of the Meng Mansion.

And just now, for the first time in his life, he was delighted that he was different from others.

His god-like master told himself so seriously, "You are my apprentice, you can do anything."

In an instant, time stopped.

A wisp of sourness overflowed from the heart to the tip of the nose, and finally rushed to the eyes, which turned red.

So he had no choice but to lower his head and say, "Master, you are so kind to me."

For the first time in the 15 years I've lived, someone has been this nice to me.

After all, Gu He couldn't hold back, he touched the top of Xiao Yi's head with his clear-cut fingers, and gently caressed it, which was a silent comfort.

Several young disciples who were in charge of carrying the daily necessities for the new disciples, their mouths grew wide when they saw this scene, it was hard to imagine that Gu He, who was always cold and ruthless, would make such an intimate gesture.

Gu He withdrew his hand, and resumed his usual cold and isolated demeanor, and ordered: "Let's put them all in the side hall."

Seeing Gu He Shangxian's familiar cold face, the little disciple was relieved, and hurriedly trotted into the side hall with his things in his arms.

Gu He took Xiao Yi to the side hall and asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Xiao Yi followed Gu He obediently, replied "not afraid", and then explained earnestly as if he was afraid that Gu He would not believe it, "Master treats me well, I am not afraid."

Gu He raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and wanted to say with a smile, "Is this good for you?" But after seeing the young man's trusting eyes, he silently retracted the words.

The side hall is not big, but fortunately there is plenty of sunlight, so it feels warm and peaceful.

A large red sandalwood bed, a pear marble table, and several pastoral landscape paintings were all carefully selected by Gu Hezao.

He always felt that he had neglected a lot in his last life, which led Xiao Yi to go astray. In this life, he must be a responsible teacher and protect Xiao Yi from growing into a towering tree.

After Xiao Yi changed his clothes, the cyan blue straight-fronted gown draped very well, a belt of the same color with a moon and white auspicious cloud pattern around his waist, and a long ponytail tied up with a jade buckle. He walked towards Gu He with big strides, his back straight , cold and unrestrained.

Fragments of sunlight hit Xiao Yi's face through the clear window, soft and hazy, and the face in front of him overlapped with the face with slanted eyebrows in his memory. The dream has been continued.

Everything seems to have not changed.

Canglang Pavilion establishes its sect with the sword, and only when it cooperates with the mental method "Zhaoshi" can it exert its greatest power.

However, "Zhaoshi" requires students to refer to the heart formula, and gradually comprehend and improve in the daily practice of swordsmanship.

But the biggest problem now is that Xiao Yi is illiterate, or more precisely, he does not know a few words.

The moment Xiao Yi got the mental method, there seemed to be a few thunderbolts across his head. He originally thought that the so-called mental method should be like the martial arts cheats in the mouth of a storyteller. There should be a few villains in it. Combining pictures and texts, he tried to practice half-guessed and half-guessed, and he could always save some face in front of the master, so that it would not be too ugly.

But this book is full of correct words!

He knew it was a word, but he didn't know what it was!

He can't tell Master: Master, your only disciple, Xiao Yi, I can't read, can you start by teaching me how to read? ?

Xiao Yi felt that at just a moment, his face might have turned a little red...

A clear and cold voice floated over, "Canglang Pavilion has relatively high requirements for disciples' calligraphy. You are my disciple, so naturally you can't slack off. From now on, you practice sword every day, and come to the main hall to practice calligraphy at Xushi after dinner. "

Xiao Yi looked at his master who was standing sideways. The profile of the master's face was soft, the tone of the master was soft, and the pupils of the master's eyes were also soft.

Master seems to know nothing, but also seems to know everything.

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