[Yi Tian] Shallow look at the test lamp

When I learned this set of sword skills three years ago, my master was sipping tea by my side. I read the scriptures with one hand and swung the sword with the other. Within a day, I learned the Yue Nu sword skills.

Master said that my fluency is more than enough, but the connotation is not enough, so I need to understand more.

So the matter of learning Yuenu swordsmanship was exposed. What Master is teaching me now is Emei Jiuyang Kungfu, and he specifically asked me not to let others see my practice.

I know that this mentality is to be passed on to each head, so Master has to cover up people's eyes and ears, so as not to let me get burned.

But I have no intention of becoming the master, and obviously Master thinks so too.

Master was optimistic about Senior Sister Ji, but now...

I darkened my eyes, and looked at Senior Sister Ding helplessly—you did all the evil in front of me. This week, Senior Sister is so important that you need to act for her?

A smile flashed in Senior Sister Ding's eyes, and she continued to be her villain: "I'll tell the master now that Junior Sister Zhou is greedy for progress, and eager for quick success and quick profit, she wants to learn more—"

I quickly stopped her: "Senior Sister Ding!"

What is this for!Junior Sister Zhou has just started, should she go to the back mountain to think about it?It's just acting, it's too unreasonable.

Senior Sister Ding stared at me for a while, and suddenly said angrily: "You damn girl, don't rely on Master to favor you, and dare to step on my head to make trouble! This time, I will spare you!"

She looked like she had failed in her evil deeds, she glared at Junior Sister Zhou and me, turned around and left.

I instantly understood her real purpose of acting like a villain.

Senior Sister Ding... Thank you...

Junior Sister Zhou held my hand cautiously, and said apologetically, "It was I who hurt Senior Sister, so Zhiruo will make amends here."

I shook my head: "It's okay, you can go back, I... I want to be alone for a while."

She nodded slightly uneasy, and said slowly: "Senior sister, don't miss the gate. If Senior Sister Ding catches her again, I'm afraid it will be hard to argue."

How could Senior Sister Ding...

I was full of depression, and smiled at her with difficulty: "Okay, thank you, Junior Sister Zhou, for reminding me."

Junior Sister Zhou whispered: "I heard that Senior Sister can call me Zhiruo, Zhiruo will leave now."

I stared at her leaving back in a daze, and suddenly felt that there was an extra cloak on my body. Turning around, I saw that it was Master.

She rubbed my head with a gentle smile: "Don't think too much about Min Jun, Master knows her, so don't worry too much. Min Jun has a mission to do this."

It turned out that Master knew!I was always worried that Master was not clear and always misunderstood Senior Sister Ding!

My resentment dissipated: "Thank you, Master!"

She patted me on the head: "Next time, don't pretend to be someone else's master. I don't like Zhou Zhiruo."

I was surprised: "Junior Sister Zhou is talented and intelligent, her bones are also good, and her disposition is also very good. Why hasn't Master taught her more profound tricks for several months?"

The master was silent for a long time, and then said after a long while: "I know that girl Wen has always been very accurate in judging people. Although Zhou Zhiruo is good, but in the future... hmph."

Although I was puzzled in my heart, after thinking about it, Junior Sister Zhou has a bad face, although she has peach blossoms, but there is evil spirit on her forehead, it is Master Kefuke's fate, no wonder Master doesn't like her.

Is it just that Master is such a superstitious person?She has always sneered at the matter of facing destiny.

The master sighed and said, "Besides, it is enough for me to have a smart and lovely Wen girl. Zhou Zhiruo is not as good as Wen girl in every aspect."

Although she is inferior to me in talent, martial arts and popularity, it's just... I touched my face and said with some uncertainty: "But she looks good..."

Master glared at me angrily after hearing this, and said angrily, "You still take Joe? You got a cheap and obedient girl! Her face and figure are at best elegant and beautiful, and Wen girl is the most beautiful girl."

I was so praised that I smiled. Although I knew that I was better than Junior Sister Zhou, I was still happy when Master said it.

"Rest early, and tomorrow I'll see how your mind has been cultivated."

I responded repeatedly, and ran back to the room facing the setting sun, and fell asleep on the bed.

The night was extremely peaceful, and when I woke up the next morning, I looked at the alluring little beauty in the bronze mirror, and...

Junior sister Zhou with a gentle smile behind her.

I was so shocked that I fell to the ground, and the bronze mirror in my hand fell to the ground with a click.

Junior Sister Zhou helped me up, she looked at me guiltily for a moment, and I also stared at her twisted and tangled expression for a long while...

Then we giggled at the same time.

I laughed enough, waved her hand to signal her not to care, sat on the bed and asked her: "Why did you come to me so early in the morning, what happened?"

Junior Sister Zhou was able to stand behind me without my noticing, it was definitely not because of her high martial arts or something, it was just because my internal strength had not reached a small level, and I couldn't tell anyone at the moment.

It's just that I was scared by a junior sister, it's embarrassing to say it...

Junior Sister Zhou smiled again and again: "Today I want to practice swordsmanship with Senior Sister Wen, what does Senior Sister Wen think?"

Looking at her bright smile, I couldn't help feeling relieved: "Of course it's good."

There are very few intelligent disciples of my age on Mount Emei, and Junior Sister Zhou is really one of the few excellent candidates.

I still practice the Yuenv swordsmanship, but Junior Sister Zhou listened to my advice and changed to the basic Emei swordsmanship.

There are many obedient disciples with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, but there are really few disciples who can listen to what they say and put it into action.She can be described as a child can be taught!I really don't know why Master disliked her.

... Sigh, don't meddle in my own business, Master naturally has his reasons.It's like I still don't understand why Senior Sister Ding has to pretend.

noon.

Holding a plate of sweet and sour pork that Senior Sister Bei specially ordered for me from the kitchen, and plum juice secretly sent by Senior Sister Ding, I happily went back to my room to enjoy it.

Long live!Sure enough, a life covered by someone is beautiful!

"...Senior Sister Wen, can I eat with you?" Junior Sister Zhou knocked on my door eagerly, holding the meal for ordinary Emei disciples.

I looked at her rice bowl, and then at mine, knowing that if I let her in, I would have to pretend to deliver the delicacies specially sent by the seniors to others.

It's just that it's hard to refuse, I feel helpless, and I still want to greet him with a smile on my face: "Of course, come in quickly, be careful that the food is cold."

As a matter of course, Junior Sister Zhou naturally shared my plum juice and sweet and sour pork.

Tears ran away.

But fortunately, she didn't say the things that would annoy me the most, such as——Sister Wen, you are so lucky, there are so many people who care about you.On the other hand, I have no popularity, and Master doesn't like me... and so on.

Sure enough, she is also a very caring person, she is not annoying if she is caring, and if she uses it in the right place, she will make transparent people like her even more.

So my impression of Junior Sister Zhou is now better than before.

After eating, I rubbed my chubby belly, I really couldn't muster up the strength to swing the sword again, so I chatted with Junior Sister Zhou on the table.

As we chatted, we talked about our identities.

I have been in Emei since I can remember, and my master never said that I was an orphan or anything, so he has always raised me in such a ignorant way.

So I answered truthfully, but it was like saying nothing.

But Junior Sister Zhou's bumpy life experience is really comparable to the story of the storyteller in the town below the mountain. I was very fascinated and interested when I heard it.

She first dipped some tea, drew a boat on the table, wiped a few vertical symbols, and then slowly opened her mouth: "Two years ago, my family and I encountered tartars, and no one survived except me. If it weren't for Zhang Zhenren rescued me, I am afraid that I would have thrown myself into the Han River early."

I comforted: "There is no unparalleled road in the sky."

It has been several years since the Mongols invaded, but the imperial court is incompetent... Maybe it is because they intend to kill the thief, but they are powerless.

I hate the Tartars for burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evil!If they can treat the people better, maybe I will be filled with righteous indignation on the surface, but I still agree with the attitude of being close to the people in my heart.

Junior Sister Zhou nodded, and drew another dot: "At that time, Zhang Zhenren brought a boy with a blue complexion. It is said that he was suffering from cold poison, which can be cured by extraordinary medicine. Only Hu Qingniu, a doctor of the Butterfly Valley of the Demon Cult, can rejuvenate. "

I was taken aback when I heard this, and the valley that Master took me and my two senior sisters to a few days ago was not far from Butterfly Valley.

And that kid named Zhang Wuji didn't get caught in the extreme cold?Could it be that the boy that Junior Sister Zhou met was him?

Seeing me in a daze, Junior Sister Zhou couldn't help calling: "Senior Sister Wen, Senior Sister Wen?"

I recovered and asked her, "What's the boy's name?"

Junior Sister Zhou shook her head: "I don't know his name, but I just fed him a few mouthfuls of food, and by the way, tell him not to upset Daoist Zhang because of his worries."

I looked at her approvingly: "You knew so much at a young age."

Junior Sister Zhou smiled and shook her head again: "Seeing him venting his anger on me like that, I just felt that although he is two years older than me, he still doesn't know more than me."

I took a sip of tea from the cup and said with a smile: "Boys, I heard that they only become sensible later in life."

Junior Sister Zhou couldn't help laughing: "Maybe..."

The two of us laughed tacitly again, laughing at the boy who suspected Zhang Wuji.

She calmed down her smile and said: "Later, Zhenren Zhang took me to Wudang Mountain, and I met him."

Having said that, she couldn't help blushing for a moment, her fingers kept drawing circles on the tea stains.

I became very curious. Although there are male disciples in Emei, but everyone is pure-hearted and ascetic, when will we talk about love?Being attracted by her like this, I couldn't sit still: "Why, that person promised you a lifetime of failure? You blushed like this!"

Junior Sister Zhou snorted lightly, and covered her smile with a flick of her hand: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

She settled her mind and said with a smile: "It's the son of Song Daxia, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Song Qingshu."

I thought about it secretly, but I didn't have any impression. I thought it was not worth mentioning because I hadn't made a name for myself down the mountain, so I nodded to signal her to continue.

"He...is very good." Junior Sister Zhou blushed, and whispered: "A gentleman is like jade, gentle and refined. I can't praise him too much."

I secretly sighed, Xi Shi is really in the eye of the beholder.

Junior sister Zhou said again: "Later, Master Zhang said that I am not suitable to stay in Wudang as a woman, for fear that my reputation will be damaged. And because Wudang Emei has a long history, he sent me here."

Zhang Zhenren was still thoughtful.

I saw that there was no regret in her tone, and I was quite satisfied in my heart. I chatted with her casually, and after eating, I went to the back mountain to practice with my sword.