The teacher is a fish

The comatose Jiang Shuyin fell into a dream.

In the dream, he returned to the young and ignorant little child, dreamed of his mother-in-law, and the happy time when only he and the master did not have Shen Zijun.

In a small and simple wooden house, there was a child who was not as tall as his legs. He was sitting at the table, holding a pair of overlong chopsticks in his chubby hands.The toddler bit his chopsticks with his deciduous teeth, swung his short legs happily, tilted his head and yelled inarticulately, "Grandma, I'm hungry, Su Yin is hungry."

An elderly man soon turned out of the room. She wrapped a long dark blue cloth around her forehead, her kind face was covered with wrinkles, and there was almost no black hair among her pale hair.

She was carrying a small bowl, holding a small spoon in her right hand, and said cordially: "Here, come, Shu Yin eat more, and after eating, you can grow taller."

The young child kicked his feet, his chubby cheeks were rosy and very cute, and the old man's smile became sweeter and softer, and his eyes were soft.As if she was afraid that the child would be hungry, she hurriedly took a small spoon from the bowl, blew gently and fed it to the child's mouth.

Toddlers can't help being hungry, they only open their mouths wide and let out a long cry when they see something to eat~

At that time, Jiang Shuyin was not yet Shen Qingshu's apprentice, or in other words, in his small world, there were only his mother-in-law, millet porridge, a small wooden house and himself.

Children's problems are always piled up, and Jiang Shuyin was no exception when he was a child. He couldn't help asking while eating: "What kind of benevolence is the mother-in-law who came back from the nest?"

The old man wiped his mouth with a blue handkerchief, and said in a very respectful tone, "The person who brought you back is the head of our Falling Cloud Mountain, and he is also the most powerful person in the cultivation world."

Jiang Shuyin ate with a bulging cheek, and said innocently, "What are the Four Realms of Cultivation?"

The old man said: "Everyone in the realm of comprehension is very powerful. They can fly through the clouds and cast spells to save the people, and they can live forever, with an endless lifespan."

The child pouted, fiddling with a pair of chopsticks in his hand. He didn't understand at all, but he was still curious: "Then mother-in-law, are you a benevolent person in the realm of cultivation?"

The old man shook his head: "Grandma is not from the realm of comprehension, she is a mortal who arrived here with Qianyang Zun in order to avoid the war in the early years."

The child said again: "Is this Qianyang Zun Si good and benevolent?"

The old man fed him some millet porridge and nodded: "Of course it is. From now on, Shu Yin must be like Qianyang Zun and be a good person."

Xiao Shuyin followed her example by nodding her head, then held her chest high, and said proudly: "From now on, I must be a good person, not a big villain or a big evil person!" The old man laughed from ear to ear and said straight.

After eating the millet porridge, Xiao Shuyin rubbed her eyes with her fat, rounded hands, and yawned while leaning against the old man's arms.Seeing the old man gently picked him up, put him on the bed and carefully made the quilt for him, and then went out with the vegetable basket lightly.

Xu Shi slept well last night, the child sat up in less than half an hour, called mother-in-law a few times in a childlike voice, bit his fingers and got out of the bed when no one answered, pushed the door open and shook run out.

The sunshine at noon can be regarded as vicious, and he can’t run too far when his mother-in-law is at home on weekdays. Seeing such a good opportunity for adventure, Xiao Shuyin’s eyes light up and his heart jumps for joy—he has long wanted to run Take a look outside the cabin!

Just walk away, the toddler runs fast with his short legs, jumping left and right like a rabbit running around, touching the stones by the stream, catching the butterflies flying in the air, chasing the birds on the ground, Or pick some flowers and sprinkle them in the air, just feel that this day is more beautiful and fulfilling.

It's not that the disciples guarding the mountain in Falling Cloud Mountain didn't see him, but they just thought it would be okay for a mortal child to let him run around.

After all, children are playful by nature, you can't trap him in one place to play in mud, can you?

How boring that would be!

So under the indulgence of everyone, Xiao Shuyin walked aimlessly through the peach forest with his short legs.

Suddenly!All I felt was a bright light—in the sparkling lake, there was a group of squawking gray waterfowl!Xiao Shuyin immediately raised her head: If you catch them, mother-in-law will have meat to eat!

So she sang a song and rolled up her trouser legs, rolled up her sleeves and ran over while stepping on the water.

Little did he know that the pool of water in the lake could kill him!

At this critical moment, his small body was suddenly pulled up by the back collar.

One person said indifferently: "Dangerous."

Xiao Shuyin had never been in contact with anyone other than her mother-in-law, so she couldn't help but froze in the air nervously.

The man carried him all the way and walked a long way, until he could no longer see the pool of water, then he gently put him down.

Xiao Shuyin sat on the grass in a daze, staring nervously at the man's snow-white boots and spotless clothes, and then looked around tremblingly, only to realize that this place was very strange.

He couldn't help but took a deep breath, pursed his mouth and let out a cry.

Hearing him cry, the man's indifferent eyes widened suddenly, and he took a step back in disbelief, walking away as if he was afraid of him.

Xiao Shuyin's white, tender and chubby arms were exposed from her high-rolled sleeves, and she wiped her tears with one hand, crying loudly and frighteningly: "Mother-in-law has bad benevolence... Wow, Su Yin has been abducted, Wo has been abducted... "

Shen Qingshu looked at the child in front of him with complex expressions, and took another step back, feeling complicated and entangled in his heart.

I wanted to leave first, and send the child back later, but seeing that his whole face was blushing, he still didn't dare to leave after struggling for a long time, for fear that he would die from crying.

Speaking of which, Shen Qingshu is well-informed, but he has never been with a two- or three-year-old child. Hearing him cry so hard, his heart is like an ant on a hot pot, wandering around, not knowing what to do.

Fortunately, Xiao Shuyin lost her strength after crying under the scorching sun for a while, and suddenly yawned, stopped crying, smacked her lips, squinted her eyes and muttered: "Grandma is going home, I really want to sleep. "

Shen Qingshu looked at him for a while, and then came over carefully, gently hugged him in his arms unfamiliar with him, and tried to soften his tone: "Where do you live, I will take you back."

Hearing his voice, Xiao Shuyin looked up at him, and what caught her eyes was a pair of extremely clear and bright eyes.

After staring at it carefully for a while, he found that this person had no malice, and his eyes were full of warmth and warmth, so he said intermittently: "Wo, live in the cabin."

There are about [-] wooden houses recorded in Falling Cloud Mountain, and they all have names.

Shen Qingshu asked again: "Is there anyone in the family?"

Xiao Shu Yin sobbed: "There is a mother-in-law."

"Do you remember how to get home?"

Xiao Shuyin shook her head pitifully: "I don't remember."

Seeing the tearful little boy, Shen Qingshu sighed softly: "You go back with me first, I'll send someone to find your mother-in-law and let her pick you up?"

Xiao Shu flinched uncomfortably, as if about to cry again, grabbed his snow-white sleeve and sobbed, "You want to kidnap."

Shen Qingshu was most afraid of him crying, so he hurriedly said softly: "No, I promise you will see mother-in-law tonight."

Xiao Shu's heart was moved when he heard it, but there were still wet tears on his face, looking pitiful.

He sniffed, with a strong nasal voice: "You must not lie to Wo, otherwise, or Wo will cry."

Sure enough, as Shen Qingshu said, that night, the old man came to Shen Qingshu's residence accompanied by disciples from Falling Cloud Mountain.Xiao Shuyin ate the peach blossom cake Shen Qingshu made for him, his face full of joy.

Seeing my mother-in-law, I ran into her arms with a peach cake, and put the cake in front of her as if asking for credit: "Mother-in-law, eat~"

The old man picked him up with one hand, bent over Shen Qingshu who was behind him, and thanked him with gratitude: "Qianyang Zun, thank you, thank you."

Shen Qingshu shook his head lightly, and helped the old man up: "Is this child the one I picked up by the water three years ago?"

The old man touched the child's raised head, with a loving and respectful expression on his face: "Exactly."

Shen Qingshu understood clearly: "In this way, this child is also considered to be destined for me."

After this incident in March, it was raining heavily one night.

Shen Qingshu was reading a book in the room with the lamp on, when suddenly he heard a loud knock on the door of the room, accompanied by the faint crying of children.

When he opened the door, Xiao Shuyin was shivering from the rain, her little face was pale, and tears the size of beans flowed from her big eyes.

Feeling pity in his heart, he knelt down and covered him with his coat: "What's wrong?"

Xiaoshu flung herself into his arms wetly, crying loudly: "Mother, mother...it's too late, save her..."

Shen Qingshu's heart sank, he surrounded him with his sword and went to the cabin.

The icy air invaded the little boy's small body, and Xiao Shuyin tightly wrapped his arms around his neck, competing for the warmth in his arms.

Suddenly, the two landed firmly in front of the wooden house.

The cabin at this time was not as quiet and peaceful as usual, but noisy with people coming and going.

When everyone saw Shen Qingshu, their hands and feet were tied up one by one, they lowered their heads and bowed their waists and called Qianyang Zun a few times respectfully.

Xiao Shuyin didn't have so many rules, and rushed into the room in a panic.Watching him go in, Shen Qingshu asked: "How?"

One said: "It's already gone."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a burst of crying from a child in the room, the voice was hoarse intermittently, causing a group of people to shake their heads distressedly, Shen Qingshu frowned slightly, and his eyes were filled with pain.

One person said distressedly: "This child is still young, so no one can take care of it. I wonder who Qianyang Zun plans to take care of next?"

Shen Qingshu lowered his eyelids, thought carefully for a while, and finally said: "I brought him back here, now he has nowhere to go, so let me take care of him."

Everyone was shocked, but they finally suppressed their fear and said respectfully: "Then I don't know, what capacity do you plan to take care of?"

Shen Qingshu said: "The saddest thing in the world of comprehension is that there is no one to inherit one's abilities. Since this son has a lot of fate with me, then please worship me as a teacher."

All the people present sighed and envied the child's luck, and they agreed repeatedly, and one of them asked again: "Qianyang Zun, when will the apprenticeship ceremony be held?"

Shen Qingshu said: "When he turned four years old."

So, after her mother-in-law was buried, Jiang Shuyin followed Shen Qingshu to leave the small world where ordinary people lived, entered the main hall of Falling Cloud Mountain, and started his own journey of self-cultivation.

Jiang Shuyin likes his master very much, not only because his mother-in-law once told him that Qianyang Zun is a very good person.

Shen Qingshu was very kind to him, so kind that he cared about every detail, making him the apple of his eye.

He was afraid of sleeping alone, so Shen Qingshu hugged him to sleep every day; he hated drinking bitter Chinese medicine, so Shen Qingshu drank it with him; he liked to eat peach blossom cake, so Shen Qingshu made it for him all day long...

Although he sometimes pissed him off by being mischievous, but in the end he just patted his little butt and let it go.

Jiang Shuyin really felt that with Master, his life was perfect.

The little child coquettishly grabbed Shen Qingshu's skirt, blinking a pair of big eyes: "Liger, how old are you?"

Shen Qingshu let him rumple his clothes, doting on his eyes: "Over 1000 years old."

Xiao Shuyin said with a small mouth: "It would be great if my mother-in-law can live so long. However, the nest will not be separated from the liger!"

Because Shen Qingshu has a great reputation in the cultivation world, there are often aristocratic families and sects who visit with gifts.

And the fact that he is about to accept apprentices has long been known to everyone.

Every time he meets a gift-giver in Falling Cloud Mountain, Jiang Shuyin can't help but go up to them, dancing and gesticulating to them: "The lion and tiger in the nest are super warm!"

In the twinkling of an eye, winter turns to spring, time flies, and Jiang Shuyin is four years old.

At the age of four, he is much taller, his original inaccurate pronunciation and baby fat have also changed, and his weight is also considerable.

On this day, a grand banquet was held in Falling Cloud Mountain, and hundreds of schools and factions came to congratulate.

The little Jiang Shuyin was dressed in snow-white clothes like his master, and his eyes were as black as ebony, and everyone said, "He has a heroic appearance at a young age, and he is worthy of being the disciple of Lord Qianyang."

At noon, Shen Qingshu sat high on the majestic teacher-appreciation stage. Jiang Shuyin held a cup of tea and knelt down to him: "Master, please have some tea."

After Shen Qingshu drank it, he shook his head three times and said loudly: "Master, please accept my apprentice's bow!"

Licheng became a household name, and everyone celebrated.

After becoming a teacher, Jiang Shuyin still clings to Shen Qingshu every day, and he follows him wherever he goes, never getting tired of it.

In his small world, he always feels that he owns the master, and the master also owns him.

Very happy and fulfilling.

Until one day, Shen Qingshu brought back Shen Zijun.

Jiang Shuyin suddenly felt that his dream was cracked like a broken mirror... oh no, it was broken into slag directly.

Unsurprisingly, Shen Zijun is also afraid of sleeping alone, hates drinking Chinese medicine, and likes to eat peach blossom cakes - also unsurprisingly, Shen Qingshu also dotes on him.

So every night, there would be a scene where Shen Qingshu was sleeping in the middle, and the two were lying next to him and competing with each other.

Every time at this time, Jiang Shuyin, who is a senior brother, always looks like a steamed bun with tears in his eyes, wishing to throw out this dead boy who interfered-why is your surname Shen, why do you follow the master's surname?Why, why? ?

Thinking of Shen Zijun, Jiang Shuyin frowned in his sleep, his handsome brows seemed to twitch uncontrollably, as if he was trying to suppress his anger and maintain a perfect image.

After holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he didn't need to bear it any longer. He stretched out a hand from under the bed, waved it like chasing flies, and said angrily, "Shen Zijun, you are so brave, who sent you here to meet me?" Steal the master? Say!"

Standing beside the bed, Shen Zijun, who was wearing coarse clothes, looked at him with a dark complexion, without saying a word.

In the quiet room, Jiang Shuyin said again: "Damn boy, get out of the bed between me and Master, do you think you are our son, and you are still sharing the bed, are you ashamed!"

Shen Zijun stood up with a jerk, trembling with anger, pulled his quilt over his head and covered his face, and said grimly: "Grandpa, I will suffocate you to death!"