Shaotang's little abacus has long been clearly ticking.

She wanted to exchange the promises she had obtained from her master's hard work as an order to expel the end of Jiucao.

If she doesn't do this, she will be unable to sleep or eat. She always feels that Zhong Jiuchou is a deadly knife placed on her neck, and will be cut down one day sooner or later.

The ancients said: How can others snore on the side of the bed?

She felt that the ancients were right.

However, she only mentioned Zhong Jiuchou's name, and before she could tell her thoughts, she was ruthlessly interrupted by her master.

"As for the young master, please help the master ask him what his requirements are. We must try our best to satisfy others and not be ungrateful. We must be grateful."

Every word of the master is moved, and tears are shining when he is moved, which scares Shaotang so much that he dare not refute it again.

My father repeatedly taught her: You must never fight a battle that is not sure.

Even though he convinced himself silently, Shaotang still felt like a thorn in his throat. After a few emotions flipped back and forth, he replied reluctantly: "I know Master, when I go back, I ask the young master what his requests are."

She quietly guessed in her heart that Jiang was still so old.

Finally, Jiuchou came to see the master almost every day, and when he came, he locked him up. The two of them talked secretly and did not allow others to listen. They could not say any words of thanks in front of them. They insisted that she convey them.

Didn’t you just want to throw this hot potato to yourself?

Leaving Tingyun Pavilion, Ran Shaotang walked back while thinking about the master’s explanation.

Since the master did not agree to rush to the end of Jiuchou, she could ask him to leave.

If you have nothing to do, ask him more when he will leave Jingshan? And he will have to hint a few more times. He has lived in Jingshan for a long time.

It’s all my fault that I served him so well. This guy slept until he woke up every day. When he woke up, he would ask her to work. He seemed to be a playboy than her.

A thought suddenly flashed through Shaotang's mind, what if he stayed here and didn't want to leave?

Shaotang frowned, looked away from the tip of his shoe, and looked at the mountain in the distance.

The white clouds are lingering, the sky is blue, and the sun is almost setting. Occasionally, a few birds are passing by above their heads, falling on the branches on the roadside, chirping constantly.

She suddenly had another plan.

In the end, Jiuchou liked money so much, so she gave him the whole box of silver.

Since ancient times, men have gold under their knees. See if they can withstand the temptation of money.

Only when the person is sent away can she stay in Jingshan with peace of mind and realize her grand achievements steadily.

After a thorough calculation, Shaotang's mood changed from bad to better.

She hummed a little tune and took the small path to the Medicine King Hall. Halfway through, she heard the desolate and ethereal music coming from the bamboo forest.

Shaotang couldn't help but stop, stood quietly in the green bamboo forest, listening carefully.

She could feel the mood of the person who played the song. There was hope hidden in the sadness, the confusion contained tenacity and a little melancholy lingering... and it evoked the past she didn't want to recall.

After listening for a while, she became familiar with the melody, took out Tao Wu from her arms, put it on her lips, and groped to the rhythm of the music in the forest.

The tone of the chung is deep, sad, sad, and endless, entangled with the music before, like a cuckoo chirping in the valley, the sounds are broken and the hearts are broken.

At the end of the song, Shaotang was still immersed in the song and could not extricate himself.

She hasn't played the role of a long time. In her first life, she once practiced "Wang Qing Shirt" hard, just to make Shen Weiyong look...

Thinking about it now, it's such a big joke.

If the person who played the song was not too careful, she would not have cooperated with the music.

The sound of leaves sounded in the bamboo forest, and finally Jiuchou stood freely on the bamboo tip, looking at Shaotang with a smile.

"I didn't expect that you were young and had a high level of music, and it was rare to be able to play with my song "Drunk and Sleep". However, it is logical that you would not understand the artistic conception of this song at your age. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that you played it."

Shaotang looked up and saw Zhong Jiuchou standing on the bamboo forest in a black robe. His tall body was rising and falling as the bamboo trembled, but he could not fall down.

She suddenly remembered the description of the handsome young man in the book she read in her previous life: her clothes fluttered, and her fairy spirit was intimidating.

If only this person was not his enemy.

But he grabbed her handle in his hand, otherwise he would have made friends with him.

She laughed at herself: "Are you praising me or hurting me? I haven't seen you a few years older than me. Why can't I play such a song? Are you a song of lovesickness?"

Finally, when Shaotang got angry, he went to Tingyun Pavilion and started to do things. If you want to give it to Shaotang, you should regard her meticulous thank-you gift for taking care of her for so many days.

She went to the morning and returned late. He rushed to test the tone of Chi before she came back and subconsciously blew the song "Drunk and Sleep". Although she had no desire for love, the past was vividly filled with sadness and joy.

He was first surprised and happy when he heard the song joining.

Then, I felt a little regretful.

It seems that she doesn't need the chi he sent.

The sunset was setting, and Shaotang looked up again without getting an answer, but finally Jiuchou disappeared into the rays of the sunset.

Shaotang was stunned for a moment and murmured: "The people in the mountains are gone, the clouds are gone and the sunset passes."

After wiping the pottery, he put it in his arms again.

After walking two steps, she didn't know where the evil spirit came from. She shouted to the sky at the bamboo forest: "My surname is the last one, my master asked you what you want? The Medicine King Sect doesn't owe you."

She shouted, and she felt annoyed and depressed again.

He clearly wanted to ask when he would get out of here, but his words changed.

Without getting a reply, she stamped her feet hatefully and walked towards the pond angrily.

Zhong Jiuchou's answer came from the bamboo forest: "You will know tomorrow."

Tomorrow? Tomorrow I'm busy and I don't have time to play with you.

Shaotang muttered and lifted a stone and threw it into the pond. With a thump, the water splashed everywhere, making the front of her face wet.

The laughter of the last nine-court sounded without any surprise in my ears.

Shaotang strode towards the palace gate, kicked open the door hard, and without even glanced at the portrait of the Medicine King, he went straight to the second floor.

The next day, the rooster had just cried for the first time, Ran Shaotang had already opened his eyes and stretched, crawled out of the warm quilt, put on his clothes neatly, and washed his face with cold water.

After wiping the water droplets on her face, she rinsed her mouth with her homemade mint salt water, took off the cold moon sword on the wall, pushed open the door, and rushed into the darkness before dawn.

When she was in Kyoto, every morning when dawn was approaching, when others were still immersed in their sleep, she had already gotten up and went to practice martial arts at home.

After arriving at Jingshan, she stopped for a while because the weapons were not accompanied by, and because she did not find a secluded place.

After the Longmen Escort Agency delivered the box, she resumed her practice in the back mountain of the Medicine King Hall.

She is not afraid of Zhong Jiuchou knowing, nor is she afraid of him threatening herself. This is called not afraid of biting if there are too many lice, and not worrying if there are too many debts.

It was not until he was sweating profusely and there was a noise from the villagers working on the mountain that Shaotang put away his sword and went back to the house to wash.

After she cleaned herself up, she did not make breakfast for Zhong Jiuchou for the first time and went straight to Zhenfeng Xingchen Pavilion.

She was going to discuss a money-making plan with her second uncle Cheng B. She believed that he, an old financial fan, would agree with her.

Shaotang was so happy that his leg had just stepped into the threshold and was almost knocked to the ground by a person who rushed out of it.

Fortunately, she had the time to stay with her, so she almost avoided it.

Shaotang quickly grabbed Cheng Yi's sleeve and refused to let him go.

"Uncle Master, where are you going? I'll discuss it with you."

Cheng Yi looked at Shaotang with disgust, threw her away and left, and shouted, "What a big deal. The boy named Zhong is going to join the master's sect as his disciple. I have to hurry up and grab the disciple with those idiots. I have no time to pay attention to you."

Shaotang was stunned for a moment: Did she hear that right? The thank you that Jiuchou wanted was to be a disciple of the Medicine King Sect?

After slowing down, Shaotang suddenly smiled.

She is going to be a senior brother...

Note:

Chi (chi two tones), an ancient musical instrument made of bamboo tubes like a flute, had eight holes.

Taowu is the oldest closed-mouth instrument in China.
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