A Beginner's Guide to Magic

This winter, Feng Chan thought that he hadn't gone back to visit the old naughty boy for a long time, so he just happened to show him the disciple who had grown up to be as tall as a tree. It's not easy to raise a child without being bothered by him.

By the way, I also want some compliments.He has been praised by countless people in his life for his talent in martial arts, but no one has said that he will also be a good master. Besides, in the whole world, the people he cares about the most, except for Xiao Anan and Nan Feiyan, only the old naughty boy is the most important of.

Even though he has already left the teacher, no matter how much he dislikes the old naughty boy verbally, no matter how much he disagrees with his point of view, he is still the old naughty boy's disciple, the only disciple.

The old naughty boy recognized the three-year-old him as his disciple that day, and he later recognized the three-year-old Anan as his disciple. It can be seen that the fate between people is revealed at a very young age.

Taking advantage of Anan's annual vacation for Chinese New Year, he joyfully led him back to the Wuxiang Sword Sect, but saw white cloth hanging everywhere on the treetops and under the eaves.

The old Taoist of Yunbie Mountain held a letter and stood outside the door, facing Feng Chan's astonished expression, handed him the last letter.

"I wanted to contact you earlier, but he told me that there is no whereabouts of you, and told me to put this letter on the door bolt, and you will find it one day."

Feng Chan had no choice but to change into mourning clothes, led Anan, and after burying the old urchin, sat down to eat with the old Taoist in Yunbie Mountain.

Funeral music blared outside, and the meal was an uncomfortable one.Anan kept sneaking glances at him, fearing that he would be too sad and hurt his body.

He came a day late and didn't see the old urchin for the last time.Lao Dao is an old friend of the old naughty boy. He comforted him and said, your master is getting old, and 95 years old is a joy and death. You should be happy for him.

Feng Chan responded perfunctorily, and continued to bury his head in eating.

After eating, the old Taoist grabbed him and asked, "Is that your son?"

Feng Chan: "He is my disciple."

The old Taoist stroked his beard and smiled: "You can actually recruit disciples."

Feng Chan curled his lips: "Why can't I have it."

"That's good. The old naughty boy hoped that you would have a disciple. It's just..."

Feng Chan looked at him.

"It's just that, although this boy's eyes are calm, they are also slightly fierce. He seems to have an obsession, which must be very troublesome. If things go on like this, Bao Buqi will go crazy. In the future, if..."

Feng Chan looked back at Anan, who was sitting obediently at the table, eating slowly, and when he noticed the master's gaze, he turned his head and looked at Feng Chan with those beautiful but indifferent eyes.

Feng Chan nodded, turned around and said, "My disciple, if something goes wrong, I will take care of it."

The old Taoist frowned slightly, probably thinking that this matter was not appropriate: "Can you handle it?"

"Anan grew up under my nose, and he has never hidden anything from me. I know what kind of person he is, and he will never embarrass my sect."

Meeting his firm gaze, the old Taoist suddenly didn't know what to say, so he could only say a few more words, and then left.

That night, Feng Chan got drunk again.

It's just that what I drank this time was the best old wine in the underground wine cellar of the Wuxiang Sword Sect. How could the wine outside compare to this? Dangling back and forth, somehow wandered into Anan's room next door.

He kicked open the door of the room and threw himself onto Anan's bed, rolling on it without taking off his shoes.

Anan was secretly flipping through the diary written by his master when he was a child. He was so frightened that he almost threw the book out. He almost knelt on the ground, and his face turned pale in an instant.Just as he was in a panic and couldn't make up an excuse, he planned to take off his clothes and kneel outside to plead guilty, but he smelled the strong aroma of wine in the air, as if he could get drunk just by smelling it, luckily, Feng Chan was drunk.

Still in shock, he hid the booklet, took a few deep breaths before walking over, and saw Feng Chan rolling around on his bed.

Seeing him coming, Feng Chan smiled and wiped his face with tears, "A'nan, Master has no more Master."

No one would chase him all over the mountains with a beard dragging his beard—to slap him in the palm of his hand, and no one would carry the future of the sect for him. From now on, he had to walk the road by himself.

But fortunately, he still has a little apprentice.

Anan sat quietly beside his bed, took off his boots for him, and covered him under the quilt to avoid catching cold.

He doesn't understand Feng Chan's sadness, all he can do is stay with him.

"The old naughty boy left me a piece of meteorite." Feng Chan closed his eyes, tears were streaming down, and he couldn't cover them.His voice was especially trembling in the dark night: "...Use that, and give you a sword, okay?"

Anan lowered his eyes and said slowly, "Master, I'm not good at swordsmanship, so I don't need to use such a good sword."

"Don't say that about yourself." Feng Chan opened his blood-red eyes: "You are the best child, don't underestimate yourself."

It turned out that in Master's eyes, I was still a child.Anan's heart felt cold, he closed his eyes lightly, and opened them again, without any surprise.

He had long planned to be Feng Chan's servant for the rest of his life.Even if he may marry a wife and have children in the future, he is willing to take care of his children until they grow old.

In this regard, Anan is willing, without any grievances, and is more devout than many Buddhist disciples in the world.

"We, Anan, are the best disciples in the world... In the future, we will also be the best head of the Wuxiang Sword Sect. I don't care what people outside say about you, you are the best... .”

Feng Chan's murmur was so low that he could barely hear it. Anan sat quietly by the bed, trembling and closed his eyes, saying this was enough, he was willing to die for Feng Chan.

Feng Chan's hands were full of calluses and extremely rough. Anan was grasped by him, and he wanted to pull it out somewhat awkwardly, but he held it tightly.

Feng Chan asked through his drunkenness: "...Our Anan is 16 years old, do you have any favorite girl?"

These words were like the snow water pouring down on the head in the winter, and it poured Anan's heart completely, it was extremely cold.

Anan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Feng Chan.

He said, "Yes."

For some reason, Feng Chan's voice seemed to contain a trace of imperceptible sadness: "There is... what kind of girl?"

"He's from a martial arts family, with beautiful looks and a good personality, carefree and a bit silly."

Seeing the smile on the corner of the little apprentice's mouth, Feng Chan felt a dull pain in his heart for some reason: "That's very good, after a while, take me to meet..."

"She moved her family to outside the Great Wall a few days ago, and she didn't give me the address, so it might be hard to find."

"What about you?"

Anan said relaxedly: "Let's talk about it, I don't plan to change my sweetheart for the time being."

"How good is this?" Feng Chan sat up and pinched the little apprentice's cheek: "That's your future daughter-in-law, so let him go?"

Anan looked at him with deep meaning, the room was very dark, Feng Chan couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly.He said: "It should be mine. You can't run away. If it's not mine, you can't get it if you want it. Master, you don't understand."

"Why do I not understand, what do I understand?" Feng Chan grinned.

"You just don't understand. Men and women love these things, and you haven't gotten started yet."

"Okay, okay, Anan has his own opinion, don't let the master take care of it, then let it go."

When Feng Chan said these words, he felt a little lonely.

But I heard the little apprentice say solemnly: "In my whole life, I only love him, and I don't want anything else."

Obediently.Feng Chan thought to himself, he is actually a lover.

"You will regret it," he said.

The little apprentice didn't take it seriously, and even teased him as a master: "People who talk too much can't find a wife."

These words were poking into Feng Chan's heart, and he countered sourly: "I don't want to marry a wife, so Anan will give me a pension in the future, okay?"

In fact, he just said it casually, but unexpectedly, the little apprentice responded very solemnly: "Okay."

"So filial." Feng Chan didn't expect him to agree so quickly, how can there be such a good thing in the world, and an unintentional sentence popped out: "Come here and let Master alone!"

The little apprentice's smile faltered, and he said dryly: "Master, you are messing around again." Then he stood up and walked out of the house.

Hey, why did you become so narrow-minded all of a sudden, you obviously wouldn't get angry no matter how you teased her before.Feng Chan was also stunned.

This person is also sitting on someone else's bed, holding someone else's quilt in his arms, and feels that others are narrow-minded.

Feng Chan lay alone and lonely, feeling inexplicably aggrieved, he was more than half sober from the wine, and there was still the smell of the little apprentice on the quilt and pillow, which made his heart itch.

He is getting old.

Over 30, not to mention being single all the time, unreliable and unreliable, full of force, inconsiderate, and unable to take care of others, has a lot of cronies, but they are not counted, they are just a bunch of gangsters who can fight Hooligans nothing more.

Sooner or later, the little apprentice will sleep and fly with a girl, and then give birth to a little Anan, calling him grandpa.

Haha, grandpa, he's so old.

And Anan is so young, 16 years old, it is the season of youth.How can I express my dirty feelings, how can I let him know.

Perhaps, when I settle down and achieve a career, I am qualified to explain my feelings to my apprentice.

perhaps.

......

Feng Chan once again convened a Jianghu meeting to determine the list of the twelve sects in the future. The head of the Taiji sect, Chen Gaotang, was particularly enthusiastic about it, and took care of many troubles for him.

Feng Chan is happy to be a hands-off shopkeeper, besides, he is not keen on the establishment of the Wulin League. Although Chen Gaotang uses his name as the number one in the world to act outside, he has recruited many capable people and strangers, and things are done smoothly. , thanks to him and the Wuxiang Sword Sect behind him.

The next day will be the Jianghu Conference. On that day, the candidate for the leader of the martial arts and the list of the twelve sects will be announced. From then on, only the leader of the martial arts in the Central Plains will follow, and the sects in the world will be led by the twelve sects.

After finishing the pre-organized celebration banquet tonight, Feng Chan returned to the small courtyard where he lived, and saw the candles burning in the window of the next room, so he took the packaged glutinous rice chicken and wanted to give the little apprentice a taste.

Anan asked: "During the day, Chen Gaotang sent someone to ask for meteorite, saying that it would be useful tomorrow, do you know about this?"

Feng Chan thought about it carefully, it seemed that he couldn't remember it, so he said: "Probably it is used to support the facade, anyway, it is all from our sect, just ask him to come back in a few days."

Anan nodded, closed the book, and got up to undress him.

Feng Chan opened his arms, and that posture was close, as if he wanted to embrace Anan in his arms.

Anan just paused for a moment, and calmly took off his robe for him.

"Master."

Feng Chan looked at him.

Anan has grown taller than him, like a tall and straight poplar tree, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a thin body of tendons, very beautiful.

But he was always a little shy, he didn't show his body in front of himself, but he was too lazy to take off his clothes, and asked the little apprentice to take off and put them on for him.

Anan's gaze was very pure, without a trace of filth. The already beautiful eyes contained such emotions, so beautiful: "I know that you have gotten very close to Chen Gaotang recently. But I always feel that he has selfish intentions and does things When I was in trouble, it was not all for Master's consideration... You have to be careful, don't be plotted against."

Does Chen Gaotang have selfish motives?Feng Chan raised an eyebrow, he had only seen that person a few times, and he seemed to have read through people's hearts. After following me for so long, why didn't he see through my heart.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Anan continued to say softly: "Master has a pure heart and always considers others, but others may not be like this."

The voice was slow and deep, as if it was touching someone's heartstrings. The two stood close to each other, and the air became warmer when they breathed and talked, and it was very charming.

Feng Chan looked straight into his eyes, looked at his calm eyes, dark eyes, couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why is this person always so calm, did he practice Buddhism secretly behind my back?

Could it be that I am the only one who feels strong affection in my heart when we face each other like this?

Feng Chan didn't dare to look him in the eyes again, fearing that if he looked at him again, he would fall into him completely, and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely pay attention in the future."

That night, Feng Chan said that he wanted to sleep with the little apprentice, and said that he had never slept with him since he was 13 years old, so he just found a reason to stay in the little apprentice's room.

Anan was actually a little shy in his heart, and he was afraid that something would happen. If he couldn't control it...but he couldn't talk to him, so he had to let him go.

He was only wearing his underwear, lying on the bed, and the master was sitting by the bed, but he seemed to be lying on a nail-board bed, feeling uncomfortable all over, and closed his eyes for a long time, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Why didn't he have sex since he was 13 years old?Anan tightly closed his eyes, thinking desperately, because as long as this person was by his bedside, he couldn't fall asleep, and he was all thinking about him in his heart and mind.

He couldn't fall asleep and forced himself to sleep. He counted sheep and then chanted scriptures. After a long time, he felt sleepy.

Feng Chan hummed a familiar tune.

In such singing, Anan felt extremely peaceful, and even fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Chan stood beside his bed, looking at the moonlight outside the window, with a heavy heart.

After a while, I heard Anan mumbling twice in his dream.

"Master...what are you singing?"

Feng Chan was silent for a while, then said: "Xizhou Song."

"Is the master's hometown in Xizhou?" the little apprentice asked him while holding back his sleepiness.

"No." Feng Chan shook his head: "I just think this poem is well written."

The little apprentice hummed twice in his dream, and finally murmured: "The poems that Master likes must be very good."

Feng Chan turned his gaze to the moon outside the window, which was round and big, exuding soft light.

He sang the last two lines softly, and coaxed the little apprentice to fall asleep.

The dream of sea water is long, the king is worried and I am also worried.

Did the south wind ever know what I mean, blowing dreams to Xizhou?

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The author has something to say:

The story of Feng Chan and Anan is over, the next chapter preview: The Chen family and the son-in-law and daughter-in-law of the Chen family

感谢在2021-10-2721:25:14~2021-10-3000:43:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 sub-period;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!