Chapter 304

Fanyin settled down in Fengwu. She seemed to be at ease with Xiao Yunjing, who was considerate to her all the time. She never left her a servant girl. Besides Mr. Yao Guang, there was only the round faced little girl left in such a large villa.

After the last incident, Sanskrit did not dare to look down on the man in front of him, and even faintly gave birth to a look of fear. During the first few days of teaching, Sanskrit stood still and spied secretly. Yao Guang also taught the four books and five classics in a proper way. The two of them seemed to be in harmony with each other. No matter what else, Yao Guang was a good teacher and a good teacher. His voice was clear and pleasant, and he had a different feeling when he read the boring essays.

However, Yao Guang could not be seen in his daily life when he was teaching. He either meditated in the decaying grass under the water windmill, or studied Qimen dunjia alone in his room, and occasionally let the maid push a wheelchair to go out for a stroll.

After half a month like this, fanyin thought that she had recited all the sutras arranged by men, so she pestered Yao Guang to teach her some real kung fu - "for example, what was the name of the move when you robbed me of my golden hairpin last time? Why didn't I see anything? The gold hairpin is in your hand? "

Yao Guang's answer was not distracted. "I have lost my legs and I can't get up in my life. Naturally, I will study some martial arts to resist the enemy in the palm. If you have sound limbs, it's important to lay a firm foundation first."

Sanskrit said angrily, "master, reciting those long speeches day and night is your so-called foundation?"

Yao Guang said honestly, "No

"Then why should I learn?"

"For peace of mind." Yao light light way, "your obsession is too deep."

Fanyin is by no means a soft person to be kneaded by others. What's more, the pampering of the Regent's palace made her born with the arrogance of a lady from a three-part family. "Joke, the martial arts practitioners in this world are literati, businessmen and ordinary people. Who can do nothing about it? It's not a nunnery here! If you don't even think about it all day long, what's the difference between it and the dead? "

Yao Guang is cutting the jade carving on his hand. It is the pattern of the double tailed Koi group Xiangyun. He polished it carefully and showed the details of the water pattern. He said, "I didn't say you shouldn't have obsession, but you're too weak to let people see your obsession, because at this time, it's equivalent to weakness."

After saying that, he ordered, "recite the volume of Guiguzi again. I'll check it tomorrow. If you make a mistake, take care of your skin. Go down. "

This can give Sanskrit an excuse to fight back, sweat down her cheek, the heart of the bad idea is broken out of the ground. At night, Sanskrit quietly carried his hoe and sack and went out of the door.

In fact, she didn't mean to be dissatisfied with the master. She just wanted to avenge her first meeting. She also wanted to see Zhou Lingtao, a well-dressed and calm Mr. Yao Guang, who was in a state of confusion.

The next day, the man came on time as usual, dressed in snow-white triple clothes, with a red billed crane on his right breast. Jade crown high bundle its hair, breaking the morning dew, the Sanskrit sound slightly shaking God, actually thought of a poem.

Remove the three feet of snow from your body, who in the world matches white clothes?

"What are you doing The man turned the wheelchair, slowly went to the stone table, put the book in his hand on the table, "sit."

Sanskrit immediately returned to his senses, piling up a smile of thieves all over his face, "Sir, do you want me to help you?"

"No need."

Yao Guang took out a folding peach and plum crutch from his sleeve, and sat down without hesitation.

It's safe and stable, and there's no change.

Fanyin's eyes widened in amazement. Yes, Yao Guang's body was full of happiness and thin, but it was not so light that he could not even sit on the board!

"What are you doing? Do you want to go over the book? "

Sanskrit is guilty of being a thief and gives a low voice. An absent-minded to open the "Guiguzi detailed interpretation of the theory", who knows that the page has just opened, suddenly shot up a small bamboo dart!

Fanyin was shocked. It was a man's trick, but the direction of the bamboo dart was not directed at her? Brush your face and head for the crown.

She clapped her legs and laughed: Master, do you want to plot against me again? What a mistake!

However, the bamboo dart did not enter the crown of the tree. It shook down a net and covered her whole body. The Sanskrit was frightened and struggled. However, this struggle made the net tighter and hung in the air.

The Sanskrit kicks in anger, and the net swings from side to side. Yao Guang unfolded the folding fan and said, "that's the rope that binds the dragon. Don't say it's you. Even the wild boar in the mountain can't get rid of it."

"Yao Guang! It's just a joke. You're going too far Sanskrit was angry and angry, "you let me down!"

However, Yao Guang opened the book in no hurry, and said in a man's voice, "the absence of joy, anger, sadness and joy is called Zhongzhong. It is called "harmony" He read a section, the tone of indifference, "when you will I let you recite the book down, do not drop a word, I will release you."

"Didn't I copy it already?""It has been copied, but you don't know the lesson. You don't change it."

In the next two hours, no matter how much Sanskrit called, defended, and pleaded for mercy, Yao Guang ignored them and just recited them every other time.

At the end of the day, the sun was hot, the Sanskrit voice was hungry and thirsty, and his limbs were numb. He was dizzy by the heat. He gnashed his teeth and said, "Yaoguang, I hate you..."

"You hate it."

Sanskrit has completely lost its strength and its tone is soft, "you - do you want me to expose the garden behind my corpse? How can I stand such a big sun Asshole... "

Yao Guang lifted up her robe and stood up with her eyes full of power.

"It's just hanging in the sun, so I can't stand it for a while? Fanyin, if you bully and humiliate the former private school teacher, can he stand it? "

"I --" Sanskrit was suddenly asked by this, his face turned red, "I was wrong, I was wrong, OK?"

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't throw Mr. Chen's antique books into the pond You shouldn't paint a turtle on his face... " There was a faint cry in her voice.

Yao Guang nodded, "this one thing will forget, you then back, when back out, when I let you."

He suddenly walked out of the shade with a stick and stood under the sun, "if you don't teach strictly, I'm duty bound to be lazy. You and I will be in the sun together, until you recite the book, Sanskrit, today I Yao Guang said to do it

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By the time Sanskrit finished reciting the doctrine of the mean, the sun began to sink. The moment she was put down and landed on the ground, she collapsed and cried, "master, do you have any reason to say no to me?" Can't you give me a little bit of it? "

"I'm still a girl..." she sobbed

At any time, the face is pale and moist, like the face of the sun, which is pale and wet, like the sun.

Although tired, his eyes have been clear and cold, "Sanskrit, you are thinking of practicing martial arts. What is this hard work? Do you know how I found your little moves? "

Fanyin hung two big tear beads on his face and looked at him blankly, "why?"

"You've made too much noise." Yao Guang chuckled, and his face suddenly burst out with an imperceptible tiredness. "Do you know what it's like to have no sleep for more than ten years? A little wind and grass will make you sleepless all night. "

This is probably Yao Guangci's fragile side in front of Sanskrit, though fleeting. However, he did not listen to the teacher's heart.

During these days, she found that Mr. Yao Guang was really a treasure buried in the mountains. He not only knew the four books and five classics, official history and unofficial history, but also knew Qimen dunjia and Ziwei Doushu. Besides -

"miss fanyin, today's lunch was cooked by master himself."

Fanyin looked at the delicate food on the table and was overjoyed, "master, what else can you not do? Embroidered needlework? "

Yao Guang did not accept her praise, but there were more or less unnatural between the swords and eyebrows. He coughed softly, "I'm not good at cooking."

"Master, you are so modest! If you go out of the mountain, the master of zuiyang building can pack up and go home -- "fanyin complimented with a smile and stuffed a chopstick of fish into his throat. Then, the smile on his face was a little stiff.

Little girl:...

Yao Guang looked out of the window quietly, pretending to be invisible.

"Sir, how many times have I told you..."

Yao Guang could not help but look back. Looking at his apprentice who fainted in front of him, he seemed to flash a trace of Hao Ran on his face and said slowly, "I don't think it's so bad."

"What misunderstanding do you have about yourself..."

the little girl covered her face and sighed that cooking was terrible, but Yaoguang was more and more fond of cooking.

The saddest thing is that the more you do it, the worse it tastes.

Blue is better than blue every time! Who can stand it!

"That's it." Yao Guang reorganized his sleeves and regained his usual calmness. He stretched out a hand and stroked his apprentice's handsome and childish side face. "Since he has fainted, we should solve it as soon as possible. In a word, sooner or later, we should do something about it."