A Beginner's Guide to Magic

The next moment, a small door the height of a person suddenly opened on the stone wall in front of it, and a girl's head and half of her body came in. The person was still holding a torch, and after taking a picture of the scene inside, he was amazed: "How did you Breaking into the most dangerous level of the mountain protection formation? It is clear that I have locked the switch, and no one has triggered it for more than ten years."

In the silence, Anan suddenly remembered that the figure of his master who was twisting and pressing the button with great confidence suddenly became even more speechless.

They stayed in the Red Sleeve Valley for some time.It turned out that the girl who came in to check the situation was the newly appointed owner of the Red Sleeve Valley. She was still young, but her hair was half white. When Feng Chan was lying on the bed recuperating, he praised her for having a cool hairstyle.

One day, Lin Miaoyu secretly asked Anan, "Do you have a teacher wife?"

Anan grimaced and shook his head.

Lin Miaoyu's cheeks were flushed, reminiscent of overripe apples: "Then do you think, can I be your teacher's wife?"

Anan took a closer look at the woman's beauty, and incidentally thought of the beauty of the Suzerain Sect's master, who was the most beautiful in the world. Comparing the two, he felt that the person in front of him was a bit mediocre.Let's not talk about what kind of Feng Chan likes, even if he doesn't look at his face to look at his heart, during the years of traveling this way, there are many women who have confessed to him, including official ladies, brothel prostitutes, aristocratic women, ordinary people, prostitutes, etc. The second aunt of Shaobing and the widowed beauty, if my master can refuse them, he can also refuse Lin Miaoyu.

Anan said: "Give it up, he doesn't like people."

It may be because all the points are added to martial arts talent. When others are concentrating on romance, Feng Chan is studying swordsmanship and how to beat all the young and old in the world to the ground, so that he is now 27, He is still playing bachelor, and there is a faint tendency to be single for the rest of his life.

Lin Miaoyu thought about it for a while, and said solemnly: "I am willing to take the Red Sleeve Valley as a dowry."

Hearing this, Anan turned a page of the book calmly: "Two years ago, there was a queen of the Western Regions who was willing to take the whole country as a dowry, and she still didn't dislike me as a fool. Master still declined."

When Lin Miaoyu heard this, she sat beside him worriedly, with her white hair covering half of her face: "Oh, I think so, a person as happy and unrestrained as Feng Chan, probably won't stay for me, a vulgar thing."

Anan glanced at her again, and said honestly: "You are beautiful and capable, you are not vulgar."

Lin Miaoyu sighed, just thinking that he was comforting others, the melancholy in his heart could not be dispelled: "...You said that a person like Feng Chan, who will fall in love with in the end?"

Anan paused without being noticed, lowered his eyes and closed the book, and said lightly: "I want to know too."

Later, two outsiders wanted to bid farewell to Hongxiu Valley. A group of big girls and daughters-in-law hid their faces and cried bitterly. Lin Miaoyu bid farewell with red eyes. To live a good life, let the past be his past.

Lin Miaoyu clutched her cane, shed tears at the gate of the valley, pulled little Anan's cuff, choked up and said to Feng Chan: "You gave me this gift today, and I will return it to you tomorrow. When you need me, You must come back to me."

Feng Chan nodded, pulled back from Lin Miaoyu's arms the little apprentice who was still in the tenderness and was still expressionless, and started on the road.

Along the way, Anan listened to his master's melodious and cheerful singing, and listened to the lyrics inside. It seemed to be a love poem, and asked casually, "Where did you learn it? Did you meet Miss Guli?"

Feng Chan grinned and said: "There is a party in the valley, I went to listen to it, and thought this song was very good, so I learned it. Is it very good? Your master, I not only play swords very well, but also sing The music is also top-notch, oh, tell me, where can I find such a perfect master? You are so lucky."

This song is full of lingering, and he sang it on his lips for several years. When Anan has grown into a young man of fifteen or sixteen, Feng Chan seldom sings it.

A few days ago Anan said that he wanted to study, Feng Chan found a place for him to study, and bought a yard nearby. The two wandered for several years, and finally managed to have a home.

He is a bit busy these days, because he recently met a few heroes of the rivers and lakes, and the old urchin from his master introduced the young disciples of Taijimen, a family friend. Suddenly, he has a series of friends, and he is forced to drink every day. Go out during the day and come back drunk in the middle of the night.

No matter how late you come back, you can always see the candles in the room burning, there must be a little apprentice reading a book by the candle under the window, and there is a bowl of not-so-tasty hangover soup on the table.

Feng Chan thought drunkenly that day, in fact, if there is really nothing to do in the future, it would be good to live like this with Anan.

He unsteadily climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard, and then unsteadily stepped into the door of the house. He looked up and saw the little apprentice sitting at the table with his head propped up, holding a thick book in his hand, and half drank the tea in his hand. It's already cold, I don't know how long I waited.

"...Isn't Chen Shi tomorrow going to the private school?" It was hard for him to remember the school time of the little apprentice, so he hiccupped in a daze, and said, "Why haven't you rested yet?"

Anan closed the book, rubbed the center of his brows, turned to him and said, "It's just that I happened to read the book and saw now, so I won't delay."

Feng Chan was very dizzy today, he wanted to go over and pat his clever little head, but he swayed from side to side in a daze, and accidentally threw himself into Anan's arms.

Anan is about the same height as him now, and he is growing up. He is growing extremely fast, and he happens to be able to bear the weight of Feng Chan.A warm, big living person suddenly threw himself into his arms, as if he had been scalded by a branding iron, his whole body stiffened suddenly like an iron bed board.

Feng Chan's head was resting on his shoulder, facing his ear, while speaking, a hot air lingered in his ear, fortunately the candle was dim, so he couldn't see it, Anan's whole face was completely red.

"...Is there any water?"

Anan stretched out his hand stiffly, trying to touch the teapot on the table, but Feng Chan firmly held him down, unable to break free.

Feng Chan was so dizzy that he didn't know his surname. Seeing his hand reaching out to the table, he looked along, but he didn't see the teapot behind the candle, only the half-drunk teacup on the table.

Without further ado, he stretched out his hand to scoop it up very quickly, took out the teacup steadily, and then drank it down in front of Anan.

Anan's face turned even redder for some reason.

Feng Chan dropped the teacup casually, and it shattered on the ground, but he didn't care at all, and continued to sit on the little apprentice's lap, facing him with blurred eyes.

The little apprentice didn't dare to meet his eyes for some reason, Feng Chan thought for a while, grabbed his collar, took a closer look, and asked seriously: "... Which shop are you from? Powdery smell? It smells good."

"Master, you're drunk." Anan swallowed calmly and restrainedly, picked up Feng Chan horizontally, lifted him onto the bed in a very solemn and respectful manner, put it on the bed lightly, then quickly pulled out his hands, as if to touch again, Something terrible will happen.

Feng Chan seemed to have his eyes closed, but he didn't know if he was asleep or not.Anan glanced at it, bent down to take off his boots, neatly placed the unstained boots under the bed, and then took off his socks very lightly, but the moment he saw his feet, his breathing was a little imperceptible Chaos, the rest of the time, is cautiously maintaining all etiquette.

Anan felt that he must be crazy, why such a very normal thing to sit up made him startled, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and his breathing gradually became less calm.

He is the master, the person who saved me from life and death, and the person I respect and admire the most.

Anan recited silently three times in his heart, opened his eyes again, and saw Feng Chan stretched out a hand, tugging at his cuff.

Such blurred eyes, such hazy expression.

Feng Chan has never known that his reputation in the Jianghu is not only the most talented swordsman in history, but also has a private reputation, that is, the eyes he was born with, which can be called the most soul-stirring pair Because of this, he is at the top of the list of handsome men in Jianghu.

At this time, in the dead of night, Feng Chan was lying on the bed with his chest half exposed, and if he looked at it with those deadly eyes, no matter how calm and self-sustaining the Buddha was, he would return to vulgarity.

It was such a charming and unknowing guy, lying on his back on the bed, slowly said: "A'nan, I won't accept other disciples...don't worry."

Anan didn't dare to look at him, hurriedly said in a low voice: "Master, stop making trouble."

Feng Chan didn't have much consciousness at this time, he was thinking of what to do, he pulled the little apprentice's cuff hard, and dragged it to himself without any explanation.

They almost rubbed against the tip of their noses, their lips and teeth moved slightly, and said: "Do you know, you are actually my most..."

what?Anan held his breath, supported half of his body, trying not to stick to him, but Feng Chan stretched out a hand to hold him in his arms, and that troubled hand kept pushing him down, Anan thought Almost crazy, but had to calm down and calm down.

"most......"

Feng Chan uttered the last word, closed his eyes without any warning, and fell asleep.

The hand on his back suddenly lost strength, Anan sat up abruptly, sat on the edge of the bed and took deep breaths, driving out all the filth in his mind.

It's crazy!I'm crazy too!

Anan bit his lip, tasted a trace of blood, and finally calmed down.

He was about to run away, but he was afraid that the person behind him would catch a cold, so he turned around resignedly and covered him with a quilt.

But seeing the small waist that this man had accidentally exposed, he rushed out of the door in a panic as if he could do something just by looking at it.

It was cold at this time, Anan stood outside the house and opened his cuffs, revealing a large piece of skin. After feeling the temperature for a while, he went to the next room to get a brazier, placed it beside Fengchan's bed, and carefully moved it out. Move it to prevent him from accidentally stepping on it when he gets up at night.

After doing this, he folded Feng Chan's fading robe and placed it on the bedside, moved the porcelain pot and bowl on the bedside table to the side table, and then stepped back out of the room respectfully, closing his hands gently When the door was closed, there was no extra sound.

It's not that Anan doesn't know what those people outside say about him.

The eldest disciple of the Wuxiang Sword Sect is an idiot among swordsmen, with bad roots and low talent. Even if he learns the Wuxiang Sword Art, he is useless. Pai will lose in this way, and never reappear the glory of the past.

I don't know how many outsiders have persuaded Feng Chan to adopt another one, and this one will be regarded as an adopted son. Anyway, he is studious and caring, and he will be able to see him when he gets old.

Feng Chan also scolded them all back, saying that there is no need for outsiders to gossip about our family's affairs.But Anan didn't dare to guess what he was thinking in his heart, he just had to do what he was supposed to do, no matter what the master decided, he would accept it.

Thinking like this, he stood in the yard, looked at the moon for a while, seemed to hear Feng Chan humming that song again in a trance, listened carefully, but couldn't find it again.

He slowly took off all his clothes, fetched a bucket of cold water from the well, and poured it on the top of his head gourd by gourd.

After his lips turned blue from the cold, he took a deep breath, with his usual indifferent expression, grabbed his clothes and went back to his room.