Blind Master Raises Enthusiastic Apprentices

Gu Xizui was moved and distressed, and couldn't help himself, so Lu Qianzhou took his hand and pulled him, pulling Lu Qianzhou into his arms.

Lu Qianzhou was caught off guard and bumped into Gu Xizui's warm embrace with a faint medicinal fragrance.

He was stunned for a while, stretched out his hand, and hugged Gu Xizui tightly.

"Why is our Qianzhou so smart? It's just that, I've wronged you so much."

Gu Xizui hugged Lu Qianzhou even tighter with distress, and then thought of Ji Yuanting pinching Lu Qianzhou's neck during the day, and worriedly let go, and quickly checked Lu Qianzhou's neck.

Seeing the obvious red circle on Lu Qianzhou's neck, Gu Xizui wanted to reach out to touch it, but was afraid of the pain:

"Does it hurt?"

Lu Qianzhou could only let go of Gu Xizui's hand, the warmth of Gu Xizui's chest still remained on his cheek.

Gu Xizui hugged him like a child, only his head was stuffed into his arms.

Lu Qianzhou couldn't bury his head into Gu Xizui's neck like he did in the trial field last time.

He is not a child, Lu Qianzhou's desire to grow up quickly suddenly became stronger.

He shook his head, raised his hand in a daze, and pressed his fingertips on his side, the cheek that was leaning against Gu Xizui's chest before.

Gu Xizui laughed:

"I asked if your neck hurts, what are you doing touching your face?"

Lu Qianzhou hurriedly withdrew his hand and quickly replied:

"It doesn't hurt."

"It's like this again." Gu Xizui frowned as he looked at Lu Qianzhou's obviously red neck.

Lu Qianzhou suddenly wanted to ask him, and replied very seriously:

"So what if it really hurts, Master will help the disciple blow it?"

Gu Xizui remembered the scene where Lu Qianzhou blew on his neck before, and felt his face was a little hot.

It stands to reason that he was coaxed by his apprentice as a child before, but this time he has the opportunity, he should blow it back.

But when Gu Xizui thought of the way he was blowing on Lu Qianzhou's neck, he always felt that he was really disrespectful. No matter how he thought about it, the scene was weird, like an old hooligan who coaxed children.

He fake coughed a few times, trying to cover up and say something irrelevant, when Lu Qianzhou suddenly took his hand and put something on his palm.

Gu Xizui looked down and found that it was a folding fan.

"Master, in order to accompany the apprentice, such an important folding fan was destroyed. Master, for the sake of the apprentice, even the most beloved master ancestor was not wanted."

"The apprentice doesn't hurt, it's the master who hurts."

"I can only pay Master a folding fan."

Gu Xizui drooped his eyes, moved his slender fingers slightly, and opened the folding fan in his hand, which was a blank fan.

Lu Qianzhou's voice was a little cramped:

"I'm not very good at drawing yet. Master, if you want to draw, just draw whatever you want."

Gu Xizui thought of the fact that Lu Qianzhou broke the book prison.

He remembered that when he first saw Lu Qianzhou coming, Lu Qianzhou was actually writing with a brush.

Gu Xizui couldn't help but ask:

"Are you literate?"

"Yeah." Lu Qianzhou nodded, and there was no joy of learning knowledge on his face, it was calm, even a little numb.

Gu Xizui's heart skipped a beat. What he was most worried about happened. Lu Qianzhou lost all enthusiasm for written knowledge.

He clenched his folding fan tightly, this inhuman teaching method.

He didn't even dare to draw a few strokes on the folding fan he gave him. Lu Qianzhou would not be willing to write in the future. After all, he should have vomited in the book prison. Gu Xizui couldn't help worrying.

But before he seemed to see Lu Qianzhou holding a brush, could it be his hallucination.

Gu Xizui thought about it worriedly, and saw Lu Qianzhou silently picked up the brush in his line of sight, with a particularly upright posture, and wrote stroke by stroke.

Gu Xizui looked sideways and found that Lu Qianzhou was copying books for him.

The strokes are very serious and the speed is very fast, and the learning of his handwriting is exactly the same.

No, there are differences, the shape is very similar, but the charm is completely different.

Gu Xizui's handwriting has a free and unrestrained feeling. Lu Qianzhou wrote it down according to his handwriting. Those characters with obvious shapes and similar strokes look far away from that free and unrestrained feeling.

Losing his agility, he can only say that it is in line with the rules.

It's very similar, but the reader is far from the feeling of free and easy following the handwriting.

Gu Xizui saw nothing but distress.

Although it is better than the ending of the original novel, where Lu Qianzhou vomited in fear when he saw the pen and book.

But now, in fact, the mood should be similar, but now Lu Qian is more tolerant, to the point of numbness.

The system is very excited and happy at this time:

"Host, it's amazing. Lu Qianzhou has really made a breakthrough. Your theory and your motivation method are really useful."

Gu Xizui frowned and thought, he asked Lu Qianzhou:

"Qianzhou, the reward you want is really that I don't abandon you? The reward should be something you play by ear, in order to satisfy Ji Yuanting, and think about it temporarily."

"Yeah." Lu Qianzhou didn't hide it, and answered directly. He raised his eyes, glanced at the desk full of books, and asked,

"Master, how many copies do you have left?"

"Then what was the reward you originally thought of?" Gu Xizui didn't answer, but continued to ask.

Lu Qianzhou paused, then shook his head in a daze. He never wanted to reward this kind of thing, and he couldn't learn it if he hadn't learned it before:

"do not know."

Gu Xizui gasped.

I didn't think about the reward at all, so how did Lu Qianzhou get out of the book prison, and what was his ambition and persistence to get out of the book prison?

Lu Qianzhou suddenly smiled without any hesitation, and stopped asking Gu Xizui:

"It's okay if the master can't count. In short, there are at most [-] copies, and the copies will be finished quickly."

"Soon?" Gu Xizui subconsciously repeated these two words in surprise.

Afterwards, Gu Xizui's astonishment was submerged in Lu Qianzhou's unbelievable hand speed.

The brush was in Lu Qianzhou's hand, as if it was flying. In the blink of an eye, ten books were copied.

After Gu Xizui was surprised, he looked at Lu Qianzhou again, feeling as if he had found a real treasure.

In the future, if you are punished for copying books, you don't have to worry about it anymore!

"Qianzhou, you are too powerful."

Lu Qianzhou stopped modestly, and unfolded the brush in his hand:

"No, it's this writing brush that I got by breaking through the book prison."

"It means, as long as you have this writing brush?" Gu Xizui was eager to try.

Lu Qianzhou saw Gu Xizui's heartbeat, and handed over the brush in his hand to Gu Xizui without hesitation.

Gu Xizui took a deep breath, picked up the brush, and prepared to copy a hundred books to try his hand.

Put pen to paper and write.

The writing brush moved rapidly, and Gu Xizui felt that his hands were not his own anymore.

Written in one line, it is full of black blobs that cannot see clearly.

Gu Xizui: "?"

In the end, he was scolded by the brush in his hand:

"Can you do it? You didn't memorize the cursive script you copied. How dare you let me write it? Your hand is not good at all. You haven't practiced it. Do you write [-] words a day? Stupid, come! This line of writing will be punished first." Write it a thousand times!"

Before Gu Xizui could react, the brush in his hand started to move, forcing him to write as a penalty. If he didn't write, the brush would numb his hand.

Gu Xizui's hands were numb, and he wanted to let go, but he still couldn't.

"presumptuous!"

Lu Qianzhou scolded in a cold voice, and quickly took the brush out of Gu Xizui's hand.

The arrogant brush fell into Lu Qianzhou's hand, and it even started to tremble.

"I was wrong, master, master, please spare me. But that man is so stupid!"

When the brush admits its mistakes, it doesn't forget to scold others.

Lu Qianzhou's face turned cold:

"You are also worthy of calling me Master, idiot!"

The brush didn't even dare to shake.

After Lu Qianzhou finished cursing, he subconsciously looked at Gu Xizui.

Seeing Gu Xizui looking at him in surprise, Lu Qianzhou lowered his head at a loss, and said nervously:

"Master, I..."

"It's okay, this is the master, and only you can control it."

Gu Xizui saw that Lu Qianzhou was still nodding and didn't dare to look at him. He put away the folding fan in his hand, tapped Lu Qianzhou's forehead lightly, and smiled softly. He didn't mention his cold and angry look just now.

"I still want you to draw the paintings on this fan. No matter how the paintings are, as long as they are painted by you, the teacher will like them."

Lu Qianzhou was slightly stunned, and looked up at Gu Xizui, a little dazed.

As long as he draws, Gu Xizui likes it?

But he doesn't like it himself.

The brush suddenly became proud:

"If you have a vision, my master can draw it. It's really true. I can bring that thing back to life with a little mana!"

Lu Qianzhou looked at the brush in his hand, his eyes were cold, with unconcealable disgust:

"To shut up."

I dare not speak with a stroke of the brush.

"Yeah, that's amazing, can I see it?"

Gu Xizui looked at Lu Qianzhou expectantly.

He didn't care about Lu Qianzhou's sudden anger just now, he only felt distressed, being able to be so fierce to the brush shows how much he hates the brush, how much he hates writing and painting.

He wanted to help Lu Qianzhou regain his enthusiasm for writing and learning as much as possible.

"Now, not yet."

Lu Qianzhou avoided Gu Xizui's expectant eyes, picked up a brush, and immersed himself in copying.

He can't.

No matter how real it is, what's the use of painting, what's the use of making this thing come alive, it will soon turn into a puddle of ink.

Because that thing is lifeless when it is painted.

It's ridiculous when you think about it.

Some paintings just stay on the paper, and they seem to come alive; his paintings can obviously walk out of the paper alive, but they look like dead, like monsters walking dead.

Quite like him.

Sure enough, painting follows everyone.

Gu Xizui's calligraphy and paintings are so beautiful and vivid.

However, there is also something useful, which can help Gu Xizui to copy books.

His master is so good at writing and drawing, but he hates copying books the most.

Gu Xizui watched helplessly as Lu Qianzhou, like a madman's book copying machine, had copied all the tens of thousands of books he needed to copy.

Lu Qianzhou caringly helped him organize the copied books, put them in his storage bag, and told:

"Take out a hundred or so copies every day to deal with errands. If they are unreasonable, you will take out all of them and say that you have finished copying, and they have no right to beat you. In short, you must not let them have a chance to beat you again. "

"Oh, I see."

In fact, Ji Yuanting had stopped letting those demon soldiers beat him, but Gu Xizui agreed very seriously.

He felt that the storage bag containing the copied books weighed a thousand catties.

The ending is almost like this, and it is meaningless to pursue Lu Qianzhou's persistence to get out of the prison.

Helping Lu Qianzhou regain his enthusiasm is the serious business.

"Master, I know that you are very good now. You can write a lot of words and memorize a lot of books. But being a teacher is very difficult." Gu Xizui suddenly sighed helplessly.

"What's wrong?" Lu Qianzhou asked worriedly.

"My wish to teach you how to read and write cannot be fulfilled."

Gu Xizui picked up his brush and drew a line on the white paper lonely.

Lu Qianzhou looked at the vertical stroke on the white paper, fascinated.

Obviously it was just a simple gesture, he seemed to really see the loneliness in Gu Xizui's heart.

He has a deep-seated resistance and disgust towards blank paper and brushes.

But that vertical gesture seemed to touch his heart, Gu Xizui's loneliness made him feel sad, Gu Xizui held the writing brush, his bony hands and characters made him unconsciously arouse a trace of curiosity about the brush and paper.

Lu Qianzhou also sat down unconsciously, took his own brush, and drew a vertical line on the white paper, stopped writing, looked at Gu Xizui, with a glimmer of hope in his heart, and replied:

"Master can teach me again, I want to learn."

"Okay!" While Gu Xizui was happy, he wrote the word "modesty" flamboyantly.

He looked at Lu Qianzhou with raised eyebrows, and asked:

"Qianzi, one of your names, what do you think of?"

Lu Qianzhou frowned and thought, and replied:

"Humility, humility, humility..."

Gu Xizui shook his head, and continued to write on the paper, flying around,

The four characters "Modest and Gentleman" come alive on the paper.

Lu Qianzhou's eyes lit up. This word made the word "qian" different.

Although the meaning is similar, but the feeling is not so depressing, very strange feeling.

"Do you like the word Qian?"

Gu Xizui suddenly asked him.

Lu Qianzhou looked up at Gu Xizui,

A modest gentleman, gentle as jade.

Although Gu Xizui is often unreliable, but most of the time, he is like a piece of jade.

Gu Xizui is like a modest gentleman, even though it's actually quite fake.

In fact, Gu Xizui doesn't even know how to take care of himself, and even scoundrels grab his hand to keep warm, and make all kinds of excuses for this in a serious manner.

"I like it." The corners of Lu Qianzhou's mouth raised unconsciously, and he replied.

"If you like, you can try writing this character too." Gu Xizui encouraged.

Lu Qianzhou nodded, picked up a pen, and wrote down the word "Qian".

It is clearly my own words, but I am thinking of another person.

Gu Xi got up drunk, read the words behind Lu Qianzhou, nodded in relief, the words finally had some inspiration.

Take your time, teach one word at a time, and you will always be able to regain your enthusiasm.

After teaching a few more words, it was getting late, and it was time for Lu Qianzhou to leave.

Lu Qianzhou finally told:

"Master, even if you treat me badly, if you treat me badly, I won't remember."

Gu Xizui laughed, jokingly said:

"Why do you trust me so much, what if I mean something?"

"No," Lu Qianzhou raised the corners of his mouth, with unconcealable joy in his eyes,

"The folding fan is destroyed, and the connection with the master is broken. The master has given so much for me, how can he be willing to abandon me."

Seeing Lu Qianzhou's trusting eyes, Gu Xizui felt a little guilty for some reason. He actually didn't break contact with Xie Qingyuan.

Should that be said?

"Actually..." Gu Xizui opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he got the words out of his mouth, facing Lu Qianzhou's trusting eyes, he couldn't say anything again.

He tentatively opened his mouth:

"Your ancestor is also my master. After all, he is a master and apprentice. How can the relationship between master and apprentice be broken like this? I will find a way to contact him when I leave the Demon Realm."

"En." Lu Qianzhou nodded, but his mood was obviously depressed.

Gu Xizui didn't dare to tell the truth in an instant, and the consequences seemed to be a bit serious.

The situation is special now, let's talk about it when we get out of the Demon Realm.

Lu Qianzhou's eyes fell on Gu Xizui's desk, and he asked curiously:

"Master, do you like playing with flowers?"

Gu Xizui hurriedly stepped forward, blocking Lu Qianzhou's view of the flowers.

I don't know what is in those books that Lu Qianzhou memorized in his head. If he sees something strange, it will be bad.

"Just play casually." Gu Xizui replied guiltily.

Fortunately, Lu Qianzhou didn't bother with this, he finally asked a question that he had been wondering about:

"Master, why must I learn martial arts from Mozun? Isn't it sinful and taboo to learn the skills of the Mozu? If you get a little bit of Mozun, you will be considered a traitor?"

This skill really won't be contaminated with magic energy.

In fact, this magic energy is also mysterious. Many of the demons' skills are crooked, but there are also quite a few of them that are quite serious, not the crooked ways of attracting people and so on.

It's just that this skill was created by the people of the demon clan, so it is defined as a magic skill.

Little do they know that the doorway in this exercise is more serious than the orthodox exercise.

Gu Xizui explained the truth to Lu Qianzhou, and Lu Qianzhou asked another fatal question:

"Is this the reason why you have to follow Ji Yuanting to learn martial arts?"

Gu Xi was drunk and choked.

This only says that it can be learned, but it does not say that it must be learned.

But if this technique can help Lu Qianzhou suppress the dragon's horn and dragon's tail, it's impossible to tell Lu Qianzhou.

"I'm a martial idiot, I want to learn more." Gu Xizui simply made up things.

But Lu Qianzhou listened seriously, and nodded if he realized something:

"The disciple understands."

Gu Xizui breathed a sigh of relief, and Lu Qianzhou bid farewell and left.

But after turning around, he turned around suddenly, walked quickly to the desk, and picked up a flower on the desk.

Gu Xizui's heart that had just been let go lifted up again, and he stuttered:

"This, this flower..."

"This flower, the master will give it to the apprentice, okay?"

While speaking, Lu Qianzhou lowered his eyes and sniffed the flower.

The flirtatious red flowers, and Lu Qianzhou's cool and good-looking face, are a little more gorgeous.

Gu Xizui taught Lu Qianzhou to write before, but now his vision is still clear.

He couldn't help but be dazed, and under the temptation of the beauty, he nodded unconsciously.

"Thank you, Master!" Lu Qianzhou carefully observed Gu Xizui's reaction, and responded very sweetly.

Gu Xizui didn't react until Lu Qianzhou jumped from the window and left completely.

Although the flower was not the flower he was looking for, it looked very similar to the flower he was looking for.

Will Lu Qianzhou see the clues and find out that he is making a magic weapon similar to a folding fan?

Gu Xizui was worried and worried, and his thoughts began to worry about Lu Qianzhou's future.

Why is his apprentice so beautiful!

It's like this now, and I don't know what kind of fairy I want to be when I grow up, and which pig will get me!up.

Alas, worry.

The system also sighed indiscriminately:

"When will this flower be arched by a pig?"

Gu Xizui: "..."

Lu Qianzhou jumped out of the window, put the flowers in the storage bag before jumping out of the window, and put them away.

He jumped out of the window neatly, but stopped in his tracks and did not move forward.

He suddenly lowered his head and remained motionless, his shoulders began to tremble faintly.

Gu Xizui's room he broke into was really too easy, it was abnormally easy.

In the darkness, a pair of stern eyes were staring at Lu Qianzhou in the night.

Lu Qianzhou suddenly raised his head, and the moonlight reflected the tears on his face.

Lu Qianzhou turned around, watched Gu Xizui's room recede, then shook his head in pain, and ran away quickly.

The figure gradually disappeared.

Ji Yuanting, who was hiding in the darkness, came out with the corners of his mouth raised.

He raised his hand and revived all the fainted demon soldiers around him.

The demon soldiers who woke up were frightened for a while. They were told by the demon king that when Lu Qianzhou came over, they deliberately released the water.

But they didn't have a chance to release the water, Lu Qianzhou was too fast.

Fortunately, it was Mozun's order to release the water, which is not considered a dereliction of duty.

A magic soldier stepped forward and asked:

"Mozun, next time Lu Qianzhou comes, will you still be like this?"

Ji Yuanting glanced at him extremely coldly:

"Why, you want Lu Qianzhou to take charge of Gu Xizui's room?"

The magic soldier shook his head in fright, but at the same time lost and worried.

If you don't let the water go, if Lu Qianzhou really comes again next time, if Lu Qianzhou really takes Gu Xizui's room as his home, what should he do, he can't stop it.

"Bring the night pearl that the demon king gave you yesterday."

Ji Yuanting ordered suddenly.

The demon soldier was surprised: "That is a peerless gift from the demon king..."

When the Demon Lord cast his eyes, the Demon Soldier immediately shut up, and went to do the work as ordered.

The magic soldier was still praying while taking orders, Lu Qianzhou must not take Gu Xizui's room as his home.

A disciple breaks into the master's room every day, isn't it ridiculous? It's ridiculous!

The magic soldier enlightened himself in this way, and left with self-comfort.

At night, Ji Yuanting sneaked into Gu Xizui's room, sat down beside Gu Xizui's bed, and put the delicate and bright night pearl beside Gu Xizui's bed.

Ye Mingzhu said that Gu Xizui's cheeks were softer, warmer and fairer.

He looked at Gu Xidui who was sleeping peacefully, passed his hand over Gu Xidui's eyes, and restrained himself from taking it back.

Ji Yuanting quietly looked at the sleeping Gu Xizui, lost in thought.

At this moment, he suddenly didn't know what he wanted.

He wanted Gu Xizui to be heartless, not to care too much, and to sleep in the dark; however, he also hoped that Gu Xizui would be sad and cry, having trouble sleeping and eating.

Ji Yuanting thought again, is it that Lu Qianzhou is in pain and can't sleep now? Does Lu Qianzhou know that his master is sleeping so sweetly now.

Thinking of this, Ji Yuanting's empty heart was finally tinged with excitement, raised the corners of his mouth, thinking he was very happy, and left with a smile.

Not as Ji Yuanting wished.

Lu Qianzhou didn't suffer from insomnia.

Originally, Lu Qianzhou also thought that he would not be able to sleep, but when he closed his eyes, there would be dense and terrifying fonts.

But when you close your eyes, there is only one word "qian".

Lu Qianzhou was lying on the bed, sleeping very soundly, holding the flower that was forced to come, holding it in the palm of his hand, and hiding it in his bosom.