The morning glow is brilliant, falling like broken gold, bathing people with warmth.
Fuxi followed Hua Xu and met the gentleman he had longed for.
In the quiet room, the lotus lantern is swaying, and he is sitting in a green shirt. There are two or three cups and a jade pot on the table. There is tea in it, exuding a light fragrance.
Fuxi followed Hua Xu's example and saluted Mingyu.
His eyes were round and full of spirituality, with a bit of curiosity and a bit of expectation. Fuxi looked at the gentleman in front of him, feeling an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart.
"Are you sir?"
"I am sir."
Qingshan smiled lightly, and the jade-like voice fell into Fuxi's ears, dispelling the last trace of nervousness in his heart.
Seeing that Mr. Fuxi was very easy-going, Xiao Fuxi gradually became bolder.
"Sir, he looks familiar."
"A lot of people feel that way."
"Sir, do you know many people?"
"Many people know me."
"Well, if you say so, isn't it true that sir is very powerful?"
"It's okay, but there are many people above the sky and below the earth who are more powerful than me."
“The heavens and the earth add up to a lot, but what about the space between heaven and earth?”
"That's a good question, don't ask it next time."
"Why?"
"Because telling the truth hurts."
Mingyu shook his head, took a cup of tea, and tasted it with his sleeves.
Xiao Fuxi blinked, he understood.
"I do not believe."
He felt that his husband was bullying his young age and bluffing others.
Mingyu glanced at him and said, "If you don't believe it, don't believe it. I'm not begging you to believe it."
"..."
Little Fuxi stared.
He was very ashamed. It turned out that my husband was so down-to-earth, no wonder he knew many people.
Hua Xu on the side covered her mouth and smiled. She had known her husband for three years and had never seen him show such a style.
Mingyu asked Xiao Fuxi to come closer, and then put a cup of tea in his hand.
"Thank you sir."
Little Fuxi took it and wanted to drink it. The fragrance tickled his nose for a long time and he was so greedy.
Hua Xu finally understood and stopped him, saying, "Xi'er, is this for Mr. Jing?"
Xiao Fuxi was confused, looked at Mingyu, saw her nodding, and then reluctantly handed it back.
"Sir, you have your own tricks. You can drink whatever you want. Why bother?"
Mingyu's hand shaking as he took the tea cup.
"You want to practice with me and worship me as your teacher. It is etiquette to offer tea."
Xiao Fuxi asked: "Who decided on such troublesome etiquette?"
"No one has made a decision, it's just a matter of convention."
"Oh, then I won't date you!"
Xiao Fuxi took back his hand, raised his head, and drank the tea himself.
At the end, he stuck out his lovely tongue and licked his lips, as if he still had more to say.
"Xi'er!"
Hua Xu exclaimed that this behavior was very disrespectful.
You are fine on weekdays, but why do you act so casually when you come to see Mr. Xishan?
Hua Xu looked anxious. She was worried that her husband would blame her, so she wanted to go forward and accuse her.
But Mingyu laughed loudly.
"Hahahaha, you have such a personality, I like it."
He stared at Fuxi and looked back and forth to make sure that he had not awakened Su Hui, then nodded and said: "If you don't want to make an appointment, then don't make an appointment. These red tapes are meant to be seen by outsiders. If you don't drink this tea, will I still reject you?"
Can’t do it outside?”
When Hua Xu heard this, his face softened and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, thank you sir."
Little Fuxi still bowed.
Mingyu smiled.
"Mother said that sir is a learned man. I wonder what he wants to teach me?"
"What do you want to learn from me?"
"Qin!"
Xiao Fuxi answered decisively.
Mingyu nodded, "What else?"
Xiao Fuxi frowned and thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he smiled and said: "Whatever you know, sir, I will learn!"
"You're not picky, aren't you afraid of holding on?" Mingyu joked.
He waved his hand, and a vast sea of Daozang emerged.
Little Fuxi was very confident. He raised his chin slightly and said, "My mother said that I am the smartest child she has ever seen. I can learn everything quickly. I can definitely learn everything my husband knows!"
Hua Xu turned away slightly.
Mingyu smiled and said, "Then just like your mother, I'll start teaching you the piano."
He got up and walked outside the quiet room.
Xiao Fuxi and Hua Xu followed.
Several people came to a clear pool with hanging springs and waterfalls. The water falling into the pool made a clear and sweet sound like a piece of music.
A pavilion was built here, with copper bells hanging from the octagonal corners. Little Fuxi sat in the pavilion. When he raised his head, he seemed to see mysterious patterns. It was so fascinating that he couldn't take his eyes away from it.
"Come back to your senses!"
Mingyu called softly.
Little Fuxi woke up with a start, his head was dizzy.
"Sir, what is that?"
"I drew it casually. When the time comes, you will understand clearly." A wisp of fresh air floated from Mingyu's fingers, and Xiao Fuxi sniffed, feeling much more comfortable immediately.
He is just a smart toddler now.
Mingyu shook his head slightly, then crossed his legs and played the piano.
Seeing this, little Fuxi happily took his own piano from his mother.
Hua Xu smiled lightly, and she played the piano as before.
Around the clear pool, a warm wind suddenly blew, and the water in the pool was gurgling, withered leaves turning into spring, and full of life.
A burst of vitality attracted butterflies in the forest, flying and dancing. One butterfly landed on little Fuxi's nose, causing him to sneeze.
"Ah Qiu!"
With a cry of surprise, thousands of butterflies swarmed.
The wind stirs up the clear pool, and the sound of the piano lingers, like a dream.
…
"Qian'er, come here for a while."
Teacher Rong Chengzi's voice fell into Qing Qian's ears.
"teacher!"
Qing Gan bowed his hand towards Rong Chengzi.
"Have you had any doubts about nourishing qi lately?" Rong Chengzi was very concerned about him and often helped him answer his questions.
Seeing this, Qing Gan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought he had made the teacher unhappy by running out to play recently.
"My disciple has never encountered confusion. He has memorized the method of nourishing qi taught by the teacher. He eats rosy clouds to induce qi and does not dare to neglect it. Today he seems to have glimpsed the secret for the first time."
Qing Gan thought for a while, spread out his fleshy palms, and then grabbed it twice, and a ball of light air appeared in his palms.
When Rong Chengzi saw this, he stood up with unstoppable surprise in his eyes.
"It's only been three days and you're already here?"
He repeatedly checked the ball of Qi in Qing Qian's hand, and after confirming it, he was very excited.
"Oh, it's done, it's really done!"
Rong Chengzi walked back and forth in the cave, feeling overwhelmed.
Qing Gan is puzzled. It shouldn't be difficult to cultivate a group of Qi, right?
As for being so excited?
Rong Chengzi saw his doubts and said with a smile: "Qian'er, you don't understand! My method of nourishing qi involves a major event in our clan. It is very special. I have never taught it to anyone else. You are the first one besides being a teacher." Made by practice!”