Master, are you married?

It's been a few years since spring has passed and autumn has come, Jing Miao has also grown a lot taller, shed her childish appearance, and a youthful heroic spirit is faintly revealed in her brows, but her heart has been suffering for a long time, and her face is covered with a layer of gloom .

It was the first time for Xie Dao to accept an apprentice in his life. Although he was talented, he was not too harsh on Jing Miao. Even though Jing Miao had only practiced to build a foundation after several years, he didn't feel anything.At first, Xie Dao also suspected that Jing Miao was being lazy and playing tricks, but seeing that he was working hard every day, but he still couldn't get the point, so he let go of his competitive thoughts, only thinking that he was his apprentice after all, even if he was mediocre all his life, he was still the same. I have my own protection.

It is not so important to become a talent or not, whether it is a master or not.

Jing Miao knew that his qualifications were mediocre, and many of the three generations of disciples who started at the same time as him had already crossed the foundation building, but he had just climbed up from Qi training to the foundation building.Although he also resented God, he later became open-minded and figured it out. This world has given him and taken away a lot, so why blame others? Although he was still afraid of the danger of almost dying that day, his natural aptitude and It is really impossible to force it, not to mention, he is far better than before.

If life has taught Jing Miao anything, it is probably contentment.

What's more, over the years, although he and Xie Dao are not often seen often, he has gradually discovered that his master is not as lofty as he imagined, but rather ignorant of world affairs.

This day, Xie Dao went to check his homework again. Jing Miao was not smarter than others, but worked hard. Although he didn't make much progress, few people surpassed him in terms of proficiency.After Xie Dao checked carefully as usual, he began to explain to Jing Miao what was wrong, or teach him some new tricks.

The explanation was a bit long this time, Xie Dao would occasionally go to the nearby lake to quench his thirst with a cup of water, Jing Miao saw it, and felt that Xie Dao's posture was very elegant, no matter what he did, he looked very good-looking, so he couldn't help but stare blankly.But after going back and forth like this, the time dragged on for a long time. When it was over, the sun was setting and it was time to have dinner.

Jing Miao hesitated for a while, saw Xie Dao turned around and wanted to leave, and hurriedly said: "Master! Do you want to stay for dinner..."

Xie Dao turned his head to look at him when he spoke, his expression was calm, but Jing Miao dared not look directly at him, and his voice gradually dropped.

I don't know if Jing Miao waited too much, or it really took a long time, Xie Dao pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "There is nothing you can do."

On weekdays, of course, I would cook whatever I wanted, but this time it was rare for me to be with Xie Dao. Jing Miao spent [-] minutes washing rice and vegetables. I was afraid that Xie Dao would get impatient, so I did it myself. The best and fastest four dishes and one soup, filled Xie Dao with rice, put chopsticks and spoons and empty soup bowls, and looked at him expectantly.

Maybe it's because the gap between the two is too big, Jing Miao always feels that in front of Xie Dao, she is still the dirty child many years ago.

Xie Dao looked at Jing Miao, then at his rice bowl, suddenly frowned slightly, and touched his chopsticks uncertainly.

Jing Miao's face froze slightly, because Xie Dao held the chopsticks like a toddler who just started talking, and he couldn't even control it well. He held the chopsticks with his fist and poked the rice, as if he felt something was wrong again. After looking at the way Jing Miao held the chopsticks, he started to learn, but the chopsticks broke when he tried hard.

"Master...don't know how to use chopsticks?" Jing Miao didn't expect Xie Dao to make a fool of himself with chopsticks, and couldn't help feeling amused and embarrassed.

"Yeah." Xie Dao didn't take it seriously, he played with the broken chopsticks curiously, and said generously, "It's a common thing many years ago. I harvested all kinds of grains early, and occasionally only quenched my thirst with mountain springs. I really don't understand what this should be." how to use."

He looked so calm and calm, but Jing Miao's smile was shyly withdrawn, and his thoughts turned into shame and envy.

Holding the bowl, Jing Miao said with a little trepidation: "Then Master, it's more convenient to use a spoon."

Fortunately, Xie Dao finally got a spoon. Although it was a bit stiff, it was much better than chopsticks. I don’t know if it was limited to tools or what. Xie Dao only tasted a little of each dish, and only drank half a bowl of soup, but he ate up all the food up.The way he holds the spoon is also a little immature, but it's not ridiculous. Jing Miao secretly looks up from the rice bowl from time to time, thanking him for his reaction, but he doesn't eat much.

"Isn't it to Master's liking?" Jing Miao held half a bowl of rice and thanked him with a calm expression, both nervous and frightened.

"It's okay." Xie Dao said lightly, "It's just that my taste is bland, and everything I eat is the same."

Jing Miao couldn't help but think: It doesn't matter what you eat, so what's the use of life.He doesn't pay much attention to appetite, nor is he a glutton, but delicious food is always satisfying, it doesn't matter what he eats, it's either bitter or bitter.

But looking at Xie Dao's appearance, everything seems to be back to normal. He is not a human being.

At this moment, the moon has come out, and the silver light is falling on the ground, and there is a faint purple mist between the peaks. Xie Dao looked outside, let Jing Miao clean up the dishes, and suddenly said: "I see that your bones are getting better. Some."

Jing Miao heard the meaning behind the words, couldn't help but feel happy, hurriedly put the tired bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, washed her hands, and rushed out to stand beside Xie Dao.He didn't know what to say, he always felt that his past life was lost, he couldn't say a word with his clumsy tongue, he was afraid that he would appear too aggressive in responding, and he would appear too dull in answering, so he fell silent .

Fortunately, Xie Dao didn't take it seriously, he stretched out his hand to caress the void, and a long sword slowly emerged, different from the one Jing Miao stepped on before, this long sword is much lighter and clearer, beautiful like Women's Saber.It's just that Jing Miao looked and looked, and found that the sword had no edge.

"You have a calm temperament, but you are not qualified enough after all. This sword belongs to water, and it is called Lingling. It is the first sword I forged when I first started refining weapons. You can use it. I will look at your habits in the future. For you Forge a handy one."

Jing Miao respectfully agreed, Xie Dao stretched out his hand to hold the sword, turned around and said to him: "Actually, there are not too many rules in our sect, if you have other weapons that are handy, you can use them. "

"No apprentice." Jing Miao said.

Xie Dao nodded, and said very calmly: "Then you have no foundation at all."

"No apprentice." Jing Miao said again.

"That's also very good." Xie Dao said lightly, "It's just that you can only learn a trick today."

He didn't have any expression on his face, as if he wasn't disappointed or unhappy about it, he just walked a little farther, told Jing Miao to stand still, and began to practice sword moves.At first it was just some very common picks and slashes, Xie Dao was wearing a wide-sleeved toga, there was no difference in his actions and demeanor, and when he was giving moves under the moon, it seemed like a fairy dancing a sword.

Later, the sword moves became chaotic, frosty and sharp, like a flying phoenix, as graceful as a swimming dragon, not only free and easy, but also elegant and handsome.

Jing Miao was able to memorize one and a half moves at first, but later on, her eyes were dazzled, and she couldn't help but become obsessed with it.

Xie Dao didn't realize when he retracted his sword and came back.

The author has something to say: Details:

Xie said that the last time he raised his chopsticks was 90 years ago. The reason is that he felt that it was troublesome to remember two meals in the morning and evening, so he fasted early.

The character has something to say:

Jing Miao: I thought I had a change of luck, but I forgot whether it was salted fish or salted fish.