"Speaking of which, you smell so much of alcohol that I can't believe your lies even with my toes."
"And it was obviously you who drank secretly, why did I end up taking the blame?"
"So I secretly drink in my room because it's easier to blame others."
Facing Yue Izuyun, whose aura suddenly exploded, even though Qingcheng still knew that he was his master, he still felt a little guilty in his heart.
After all, this matter was originally her fault, and she even told the truth after a disagreement.
Qingcheng smiled awkwardly, without any dignity as a master.
She just defended in a low voice: "Apprentice, such a cold weather is of course the best time to drink."
"That's not possible" Yue Izuyun wanted to complain about something, but when his eyes drifted across Qingcheng's eyes, the indifference on Yue Izuyun's face couldn't help but melt away.
Then he swallowed the words in his throat back into his stomach, and thought for a long time before saying: " Please use a smarter excuse next time to blame others.
Ah, how could Uncle Master believe such an idiotic excuse?
If you drink too much, just rest here.
As long as you don't go out, Uncle Master won't find you drinking secretly.
Huh, use this excuse next time and go out in the future.
Don’t say he’s my master, you can’t afford to disgrace that person.”
"Brother disciple, aren't you angry with me?"
Qingcheng immediately opened her eyes wide and asked in surprise.
"Who said you are my master?"
Yue Izuyun said angrily, "Even if one day you oppose the entire world, the disciples will have to follow.
What can I do?
I am also very desperate."
"So my apprentice brother is still worried about being a master."
"No."
"have."
"I refuse to answer this question" "Is there any?"
"No" A small question made Yue Izuyun have the tendency to blow his beard again.
Qingcheng, who had just seen his apprentice blowing hair, naturally stopped teasing his apprentice and was pleased.
He just sat down in front of the wine pot again and poured a full glass of wine.
Canruo Qiu Shui's eyes returned to Yue Izuyun and said, "Apprentice, I want to hear you play the piano."
"What do you want to hear?"
Yue Izumo asked, nodding.
Qingcheng thought for a moment, a trace of casual tiredness flashed in her eyes, and then she silently stared at the wine glass and sighed, saying: "If there is a piece of music that can contain the cycle of the four seasons, people can hear the thriving vitality of all things while reading it like this. , that would be great.”
"Master is troubled."
It was still a statement rather than a question.
Qingcheng raised her head and stared at the pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through what she was thinking.
Her heart felt relaxed for no reason.
She actually had the idea of telling things that she had suppressed in her heart in the past.
"Master can naturally speak out if he has troubles.
After leaving this sect, disciples will keep everything in their hearts.
But looking at the master, it is obvious that he has not had a good rest for several days.
It must be because of the affairs of the sect that he is thinking about it.
A drunkenness here will relieve a thousand sorrows," Yuechuyun asked in a deep voice.
Qingcheng was surprised, and then said with relief: "Apprentice, you are much smarter than me, and you see some things more clearly than me.
You can guess what I am worried about.
But I still want to ask, just drinking.
Disciple, how do you see the reason for the troubles in my master's heart?"
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"My master always likes to shoulder some things alone.
Hehe, wine is really not a good thing, but sometimes people can't help but think of it.
Just now I saw that my master's eyes were bloodshot.
It was obviously because he didn't have a good rest and could It is naturally not an easy matter to let a top player rest for several days."
After Yue Izumo finished speaking, he continued: "The master's temperament is extremely indifferent to outsiders and objects, so the things that make the master worried are naturally related to the master's sect."
"You know?"
Qingcheng asked, holding her chin with one hand and playing with the sapphire wine glass in her hand.
Yue Izumo didn't know where the smile came from.
She just felt that her master was somewhat suitable for her age at this moment.
He was only twenty years old and had been in charge of Fengming Pavilion for many years.
His usual appearance was too mature, which was not what she expected. .
In this way, Tsuki Izumo suddenly understood why she didn't like her to calculate too much.
Maybe it was because she didn't want to make herself too tired because of this.
My master actually has extremely delicate thoughts, but sometimes he gets used to his appearance in front of others, so he hides it in his heart and doesn't say it out loud.
"Master."
Yue Izuyun raised his head and called out after thinking for a while.
Qingcheng also raised her head, her eyes a little blurry, and asked: "What's wrong with the apprentice?"
"If you feel depressed in the future, you might as well listen to the newly composed music by my disciples."
"I see.
It's a good thing to be able to listen to my apprentice's new music.
I thought you were going to help me handle my affairs or something."
Yue Izumo smiled slightly and responded: "You don't like it."
"You don't ask," Qingcheng said in surprise.
"Don't ask."
Yue Izuyun nodded.
"Now, this is your good disciple.
Now that you have lost all your martial arts, you should no longer care about the affairs of the world.
Come on, disciple, have a taste.
How is the wine in Qingyuan Village at the foot of the mountain different from the ones you brew?"
When talking about wine, the smile on Qingcheng's face was naturally beyond words.
Yue Izuyun sat quietly opposite the master.
Seeing her filling a glass for him, he just smiled lightly and picked up the wine glass, carefully observing the slightly turbid liquid in the glass.
The wine, reflecting the color of the sapphire wine glass itself, was actually a bit dreamy.
The wine entered the throat, and the taste of the wine was a little weak, but I didn't know what the wine was made from, but the fragrance in it stayed on the tip of the tongue for a long time.
Yue Izuyun closed his eyes, carefully savoring the aftertaste after the smell of the wine slowly dissipated.
After a while, he opened his eyes and praised: "Good wine."
"Since it is good wine, why doesn't the apprentice look happy?"
Qingcheng asked curiously.
Yue Izuyun smiled and put down the wine glass in his hand, and said: "Although it is good wine, just wine is a bit monotonous.
When the disciple regains his mobility, he will ask the Money Gang to send more wine, and then it will become a cloud."
The kind of drinks in Midtown, coupled with some delicacies and wild game, accompanied by good wine and delicious food, is what makes you truly happy.”
Qingcheng was amused in her heart, so she said: "When will my apprentice know how to cook?
I thought you were just a small business owner of a roadside stall in Yunzhong City.
Who knew you were hiding so much?"
Yue Izuyun remembered the recipes that the system rewarded when he completed tasks, and smiled in his heart.
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However, he didn't say much.
He just said softly: "Master, the wine has warmed up."
Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief.
After pouring himself wine, when he saw the wine glass in front of Yue Izuyun, he was immediately ready to invite his apprentice to drink together.
However, Yue Izumo shook his head with a smile, and then said: "Master, didn't you want to hear me play the piano just now?
If you drink too much, master will not be able to hear the sound of the piano."
After saying that, he came to the window with his wheelchair, But instead of listening to the bamboo, he picked up the less noticeable bamboo flute next to it.
"The song that Master wants to listen to, there happens to be a song here.
The song is called Dadi.
I would like to ask Master to give me some advice."
The sound of the flute came.
Although Qingcheng knew that her apprentice's talent for pure music was superior to hers, she still couldn't help but admire in her heart the moment the sound of the flute came.
The clear flute sound spreads out the entire melody with a gentle bass, and then the pitch inadvertently rises.
When the listener reacts, they find that at some point the flute sound has fallen back to the low tone at the beginning, just like the flying snow outside the window covering the world. .
For a moment, Qingcheng felt that there was a different kind of aura about his disciple.
There was snow falling outside the window, but I couldn't feel the chill at all.
The aroma of wine accompanied by the sound of the flute spread in my heart.
Even a woman like Qingcheng was a little bit crazy
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