False propaganda, tricked me into cultivating immortals

The little uncle ignored him, his lifeless gaze stayed on Chang Wuzi for a moment, and then left without saying a word.

For no reason, Shen Wu wanted to stay away from him as much as possible, but he was attracted to this man contradictoryly.Half of his head poked out from behind Chang Wuzi, watching him walk into an inconspicuous door like a ghost.At the same time, I also noticed that although he made a lot of noise when he entered the door, he walked quietly, as if every step was just touching the ground in vain.

After the figure of the young uncle disappeared completely inside the door, he was freed from that creepy state, walked around to Chang Wuzi, raised his face and asked:

"Master, who is Master Uncle?"

His master led him into the study again, his words were full of regret: "Oh, your uncle is also a poor child."

Gone?And then it's gone?

Shen Wu became numb, took the pile of books and left.

He didn't even have his own living room, and the study was even more impossible. Therefore, he tremblingly carried the pile of books into Zhou Lian's study in the end.

Zhou Lian casually flipped through the pages:

"I have seen these, and there are side comments I made on them."

He was very disgusted: "Master, can't you go and buy some new books, what a mess it is."

Actually it's okay.

Shen Wu touched the yellowed pages quietly. Although they are very old, these books have been well maintained. They have not been urged by wind and moon, nor have they been eaten by moths. It's just soft.

It still exudes some kind of mysterious fragrance.

Zhou Lian said so, but still helped Shen Wu put these books into his bookshelf.

The top row.

It was a height that Shen Wu couldn't reach even with a stool.

He turned his head and asked Shen Wu:

"Which one do you want to keep?"

Shen Wu looked at the row of books, he didn't know which one to choose for a while, so he hesitated.

Zhou Lian's face remained unchanged, and he tapped on the bookshelf with his fingers.

The voice was very soft, but Shen Wu, who was always watching his every move, didn't miss it. He didn't dare to dawdle any longer, and immediately chose one of the few books that Zhou Lian had turned through just now.

Zhou Lian glanced at him, put his finger on the book he asked for, moved it away after a short pause, and gave him a copy of "Children's Learning Qionglin".

Shen Wu hesitated to speak, but finally took it, and said obediently:

"Thank you, Big Brother."

The two brothers went to the desk and sat down to read a book.

Shen Wu looked at it very seriously, he was ashamed to bother Zhou Lian too much, and whenever he encountered a word he didn't understand, he would memorize it first, and planned to save a certain amount before asking Zhou Lian for advice.

About half an hour later, he looked at Zhou Lian, and saw that he was holding a pen, his brows were furrowed, his childish face showed a kind of indifference, he didn't know what he was writing .

Shen Wu's thought just now was dismissed again.

Or... I'd better save it up and ask the master.

At this time, Zhou Lian also raised his head, his gaze collided with his, his expression was still serious.Shen Wu was a little apprehensive, he lowered his head slightly, his eyes staggered, and fell on the rice paper in front of Zhou Lian.

The little man above looks like him.

He thought absently, and then heard Zhou Lian's laughter.

Zhou Lian smiled and pushed the rice paper with the little figure over, his brows and eyes were full of pride:

"Do you think I look like this?"

Shen Wu: "..." His face is really the same as his, but...

With a faint smile on Zhou Lian's face, he thoughtfully pointed out the brilliance of this painting for him:

"The wife my father hired for me is an old pedant. When he was young, his eyes were damaged when he was studying. Now he reads like this. I just looked at you and thought of him immediately."

As he spoke, his superficial reserve could no longer be maintained, and he laughed wickedly:

"It's really time for the two of you to meet, I guess you and him must hit it off."

Shen Wu... Shen Wu didn't respond at all.She didn't laugh with him, nor was she angry, she just looked at him with wide eyes.

It was as if he was shocked by his senior brother who suddenly became "approachable" into a confused monk Zhang Er.

No one cheered, Zhou Lian couldn't stop laughing, the corners of his mouth slowly flattened, and finally ended with an embarrassing "hehe".

There was a slight embarrassment in his eyes again.

Shen Wu cried inwardly that something was wrong, his back couldn't help straightening.

Zhou Lian didn't get angry, nor did he sneer or sneer. He lowered his head without saying a word, and quickly drew something on the paper.

After a while, Shen Wu's book was covered with a layer of paper, on which was a drawing of a person, the body was only a few perfunctory strokes, it was extremely crude, but the face was painted vividly—every tooth and flesh was portrayed in detail .

The word "fierce" was scrawled on the big forehead.

Zhou Lian pressed that face and asked Shen Wu:

"Am I fierce?"

Shen Wu hesitated again and again, feeling that the senior brother was really not like the person he drew, so he shook his head and said:

"Not fierce."

Zhou Lian turned the murderous man over, bowed his head and continued to paint.

This time it was a man with "ugly" written on his forehead.

Probably in order to highlight the essence of "ugliness", he painted it very casually, and the effect is also excellent: the head of this ugly person presents an irregular oblate shape, and the eyes are not in a line at all.

Not only does he look like an ugly person, but he also looks like an inhuman.

Zhou Lian asked again:

"That's me..." He paused, and couldn't bear to use "ugly" to describe himself, so he changed to a more euphemistic way of saying, "Is that because I'm not good-looking?"

Facing his pleasing face, Shen Wu followed the instructions of his conscience and shook his head quickly:

"Eldest brother, you look great."

"Oh," Zhou Lian finished his self-examination, put down his pen, and asked confidently, "Then why do you always look like a mouse seeing a cat when you see me?"

Shen Wu retorted him: "I didn't hide from senior brother."

Zhou Lian realized something: "You are really afraid of me, why?"

Being asked so sincerely by him, for a moment, Shen Wu couldn't help wondering why he was afraid of him.

Dad once said that the most important thing in a person is to have self-knowledge.

Shen Wu recited this sentence silently, thinking to himself, it seems that senior brother's brain is not as pretty as his face.

However, no matter how dull he is, he also knows that this kind of truth is absolutely impossible to tell. Zhou Lian's eyes full of confusion are still staring at him, and he is anxious, so he can't help shaking his mouth cleverly:

"Because the elder brother is so good-looking."

Zhou Lian was not satisfied with this answer, snorted coldly, and said:

"Don't flatter."

But he stopped asking him why he was afraid of him, and changed the subject, saying:

"I saw you looking at me frequently just now, but did you encounter any unfamiliar words?"

Shen Wu said: "Yes." As he spoke, he moved the book to Zhou Lian, asked him for advice, and thought about it, did he read Zhou Lian very often?

Like, just once or twice.

With other things in his mind, Zhou Lian didn't listen carefully when he spoke, and it took him a while to react.

Zhou Lian gave a "tsk", leaned his body, moved a little further away, looked up and down at Shen Wu with scrutiny, and said:

"Why are you so stupid?"

Even when he scolded him, he looked calm, nothing like last night.

Then Zhou Lian pushed the book towards him and said:

"I won't teach you anymore, you are too stupid."

Although Shen Wu is young, only half of Zhou Lian's age, he has learned to tolerate his senior brother's hypocrisy without a teacher in this less than a day of getting along.

Therefore, Zhou Lian repeatedly said that he was stupid, but he ignored it, not only did not hurt his self-esteem, but also tried:

"Brother, can you give me another chance?"

Zhou Lian nodded impatiently on his noble head: "Why not?"

So Shen Wu quietly made a conclusion about his elder brother: he really is a hypocrite.

Zhou Lian suddenly looked at him and narrowed his eyes: "Little devil, are you talking ill of me?"

Shen Wu's heart skipped a beat, he lowered his eyes guiltily, stared at the book, and just turned to the scroll of flowers and trees, and there was a saying: "There are thorns on the back, and the words are fearful and restless."

What came out of my mouth was completely irrelevant words: "I thought that senior brother didn't like me."

What do you like and don't like!

How thin-skinned Zhou Lian was, he felt a little awkward right away, but fortunately the child didn't look at him, and after a while he threw out his embarrassment, and said self-confidently:

"You've lost your mind."

Shen Wu looked up at him: "Huh?"

He carefully recalled all the time he got along with Zhou Lian and Zhou Lian's words and deeds when facing him, but he didn't feel that Zhou Lian liked him at all.

Could it be that senior brother is too reserved?

The reserved elder brother proudly turned his head, only gave him a little peripheral vision, and said:

"I not only don't like you these days, but I won't like you in the future."