The ruler under the little tiger's fingertips was quickly retracted, and then his backhand was merciless, hitting the back of her hand steadily and accurately with a snap.
The bones on the back of his hand were instantly turned red by the blow, and the little tiger didn't even have time to shrink his hand, and cried out in pain.
She covered her red little hands in pain, lowered her head, sniffed aggrievedly, her eyes were red, and she no longer dared to do anything wrong.
Even the fairy maids serving pen, ink, paper and inkstone couldn't help but feel pity for him when they saw his pitiful little appearance.
Although the empress has been carefree towards their little highness since she was a child, the two adults, Qing Shui and Qing Xuan, treat her as their own and dote on her very much.
Your Highness has never suffered much since he was a child.
Coupled with Tian Huang's status as a nobleman and his unfortunate fate, not to mention the Spring and Autumn Palace, but also looking at the entire Kunlun Jingxu, there is no one who would not love and protect it.
Who dares to be so ignorant that he would be beaten and scolded at every turn?
Several serving female officers originally wanted to say a few words for their Royal Highness, but when their eyes met the stern and cold gaze of Master Fanshu, they felt frightened and dared not speak in anger.
The last female officer who felt sorry for His Highness and spoke for her was expelled from the Spring and Autumn Palace without saying a word and went to work elsewhere.
This Master Fanshu has a stern temperament, and his eyes cannot tolerate even the slightest bit of sand, and there is no trace of emotion at all.
What's even more troublesome is that the Emperor and the Queen have always tacitly approved of her attitude.
Fanshu was not moved at all by the pitiful appearance of the little tiger. She stood condescendingly in front of the desk, her chiseled face full of seriousness and rigidity.
"Young Highness, you can put away your tricks. There is no need to show off your pity. The poor nuns are not scornful of them. They only know how to indulge and dote on Your Highness.
The poor nun only knows that a loving mother often loses her sons. If His Highness wakes up from the ice and calculates his age, he has already passed the age of hairpin. He does not know the Four Books and Five Classics of the mortal world, and he does not know the classics of the immortal world. These are all.
But after all, Your Highness is not just a kid. How can he not be able to read the simplest thousand-character essay fluently? How can he, the daughter of the majestic Lord Kunlun and the grandson of his father, be such an idiot who cannot read Chinese characters now?"
Master Fanshu's words were not merciful, but did not show any harshness. Instead, they revealed a bit of love and care.
She traveled across the six realms of the world and should not have stayed in the Kunlun Mountains for these years.
Out of pity for the little tiger's miserable life experience, and knowing that she was being framed as a chess piece for the demon king A'luo, he volunteered to stay in the Kunlun Mountains and teach her the principles of the world.
Although she did not take the title of master and disciple, she already had the feeling of master and disciple in her heart.
It's just that the little tiger was destined to die young when she was born, and Cang Nanyi didn't have many demands on her. She was born with a frail body, was seriously ill, and was unable to practice. The days she was able to live naturally meant that she lived less and less.
Qing Shui and Qing Xuan regarded her as precious as a pair of eyes, so they would not be as harsh to her as the ordinary fairies, thinking that she could live happily in her few days.
Just one day.
But this little tiger also has a lazy temperament. She has never liked reading, and she transforms into a little tiger when she has nothing to do and jumps all over the mountain.
She doesn't understand anything, and she grew up in a honeypot. Apart from the threat of life and death, she has no worries in this world. She only knows that it is normal to enjoy herself in time.
If Master Fanshu hadn't been cultivating and strictly required teachings, she might not have been able to understand a single word.
She is destined not to stay in this mountain for a long time. Although she is not involved in the world, she still walks around and knows the world.
Others may not understand the current situation in the Kunlun Mountains, but she clearly knows how important it is to find a qualified and outstanding teacher for Xiaoshanjun to her future destiny.
Once the Emperor's Empress passes away, with the Emperor's reputation-loving cleanliness, he will certainly not have much control over her.
And if she still doesn't know how to grow up and doesn't have any skills, who can she count on?
Is it possible that you still want to be so careless and innocently 'play' all your life?
She grew up in Kunlun, but no one in the Kunlun Mountains owed her anything, only she owed herself a hard work.
The little tiger rubbed the back of her red finger, but she did not continue to sniffle and look aggrieved. She raised her moist bright eyes, looked at Master Fanshu, and said seriously: "But Qing Shui said, I don't have to do this.
After working hard to learn these things, I just need to live happily every day."
Master Fanshu's stern eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts, "Do you know what price you have paid in advance for your happy life every day?"
Not to mention the female official in the mountain, Qing Shui, who took good care of her, was the reason why the little tiger was so unlucky. Qing Xuan never mentioned her numerology theory in front of her.
I'm afraid it will make her feel unhappy and depressed.
But she has been suffering from bone-gnawing pain and heart-wrenching pain all year round, and is suffering from severe illnesses. After all, no one knows better than herself the feeling of being accompanied by death at any time.
The little tiger raised her black eyes, which were as clear as falling into a clear spring.
Hearing Master Fanshu's question, she calmed down, smiled easily, and said: "Isn't it because I don't live long? Anyway, living hard is only one day, and living casually is also one day. It's better to be a simple and happy little girl."
What's wrong with trash and carpe diem?"
Even though he was well aware of her thoughts and plans, Master Fanshu couldn't help but feel deeply disappointed and empty when he heard it from her own words.
She gritted her teeth slightly, and her jaw became clear-cut. On the already stern face of Master Fanshu, the two nasolabial folds became more and more deep.
The words of blame were already spoken in her mouth, but when she looked into the clear watery eyes of the little tiger, a strong sense of guilt filled her heart.
In the end, the mottled emotions just turned into a helpless sigh.
"Everything in the world depends on human efforts. Although there is no way to solve this evil soul nail, there are many capable people in this world. As long as you are willing to work hard, you may not be unable to find a glimmer of hope."
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Why do you have to live so hard?
Just because I put all my efforts and put all my efforts into it, even though I didn't want to, I had to forcibly look forward to some hopeless things because of this hope. After struggling hard, I found that I was unable to change anything.
Wouldn’t it be better to smash the expectations and hopes that you have planted with your own hands? Such an ending would be even more cruel and tragic than waiting for death from the beginning.”
"Since hard work is destined to be useless, why waste this energy. I am destined to be unstable and unhealthy throughout my life, so seeking a moment of stability for myself can be regarded as my efforts, isn't it?"
Master Fanshu did not refute, but looked at the little tiger intently, and said in a deep voice: "The little tiger is an extraordinary person. You are born with an extraordinary destiny. You must believe in yourself. If you want to be pure gold and jade, you must follow the fire.
When the time comes, the night will end, and the morning light will surely appear.
No matter how desperate your fate is, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will eventually overcome the limits of the unreachable future and tomorrow. Determined to work hard is like planting a tree, its roots and buds, especially the trunk. It has a trunk, but no branches yet. The branches are followed by the leaves.
Leaves then flowers. As long as you stay with me sincerely, the flowers will bloom and bear fruit."
The pen swaying in the little tiger's hand suddenly stopped. Her ears were ringing from such endless chatter in the past few days.
But today was the first time she said this to Master Fanshu.
She has a sharp mind, and just now she clearly captured the trace of guilt in Master Fanshu's eyes.
This is really a strange thing.
This monk, who was worthy of the Six Paths of Heaven and Earth, walked on the vast road, and came to the world through asceticism, could not bear to feel pity for her.
She was destined to do this, and she couldn't blame anyone.
Why is she so guilty?
Really speaking, the main culprit that caused her to be like this, with the evil spirit pierced into her heart, was just the demon king who was incompatible with the fairy clan.
This Master Fanshu is upright and upright, and he upholds the Tao. He does not look like he is colluding with the devil.
So... what is she feeling guilty about?
"Some people are born with pure gold and beautiful jade, so why should they suffer the pain of being tempered by the fiery fire? I see, this time is the emperor's holy order. To find a good teacher for the young highness, all I need to do is to provide the young highness with a good teacher."
With a little guidance, this chronic illness in my body can be cured, and I think in the future, the sky will be high and the sea will be wide, and I will be able to fly freely."
A sudden voice came from outside the courtyard, breaking the peace in the school.
At this moment, the sky is not bright yet, and it is not yet time for the class to actually start.
The school was full of female officers busy preparing silently as they walked back and forth.
Outside the school, there should not have been so many fairy visitors at this time.
Just because the little tiger's recruitment of disciples was of great importance, everyone was afraid of missing out on opportunities and disadvantages, so they stayed with each other early and came to the Spring and Autumn Palace in advance.
However, the class bell had not yet rung, and these immortals were well-behaved, and they did not dare to make any mistakes in front of Master Fanshu, so they waited patiently outside the school, not daring to disturb the peace here.
Therefore, the uninvited visit of the owner of this harmonious voice seemed a bit abrupt and rude.
The door of the school was not closed, and a figure was seen riding the wind down from the sky covered by dark clouds in the distant mountains. He just passed by many fairy visitors who had arrived earlier than him, and then appeared in the school.
We haven't yet clearly seen what this person looks like, but judging from his behavior of jumping in line, this person's behavior is clearly frivolous.
The rice paper that had been finally laid on Xiao Tiger's desk suddenly blew and danced in the strong wind.
The visitor was so unceremonious and high-profile, but the little tiger showed no interest at all on his face. He still lay on the desk with a weak look as if his spine had been taken away, looking as lazy as a bird that had not yet grown up.
The little tiger woke up and was still taking a nap, but he didn't even bother to give the visitor a look.
On the contrary, it was Master Fanshu who had all the complicated emotions on his face, returning to his cold and rigid look of seriousness.
She raised her eyes and looked solemnly, and saw that although the visitor was standing in a dull and oppressive school, he was like an orchid or jade tree in the garden, raising his hands and feet proudly in the spring breeze, wearing brocade robes and embroidered belts, carrying majestic utensils, and a heroic figure.
He is full of momentum, but he does not look very old, at least in his early twenties, and his facial features still have a somewhat childish look that cannot be concealed.
He was dressed in a purple brocade and gold robe, a black gold cloak, and held a sword in his arms. He was dressed in a noble attire, not like a fairy, but like a nobleman from the mortal dynasty.
The young man's eyes briefly glanced around the academy, and finally his eyes settled on the little tiger lying on the desk. Then he smiled and put the sword in his arms on the desk in front of the little tiger.
Knocked twice, neither lightly nor hard.
"Your Highness, I haven't seen you for seven years, do you still remember me?"
He had a bright smile on his face, but at the end of the day he seemed a little rude and ignorant of his identity.
The little tiger raised his eyelids and looked the rude young man up and down. After confirming that he did not have a deep impression of this person in his memory, he said politely: "Who are you?"
Master Fanshu frowned slightly, with a look of displeasure on his brows.
But after all, she is a Buddhist monk and would never bully others. Regarding this appropriately rude behavior, she just frowned slightly, making her face more serious and rigid, but she didn't say much.
The female immortal officials serving around the little tiger are not easy to talk to.
Immediately someone said: "Bold! Presumptuous! Where did this madman come from! How dare you break into my Highness's school before the time has come."
The young man originally had a spring-like smile on his face, but seeing the little tiger's complete ignorance of his appearance and attitude, he frowned, and a suppressed black energy suddenly filled his eyebrows.
But at least he did not directly ignore the real person Fanshu before the crime. He knew her identity and did not have an attack on the spot.
It's just that his attitude, which was not too polite, began to become more and more frivolous. He raised his chin, showing a bit of arrogance that was not reserved, and said lightly: "I and your little highness are childhood sweethearts, come here.
How can you break into the school without permission?"
The immortal attendant who spoke just now raised his eyebrows, "What a crazy tone!"
Before she could finish her words of instruction, someone outside the hospital kindly reminded her: "This fairy has lived in the Kunlun Mountains all year round. I'm afraid she doesn't know anything about this fairy king. His name is Jinfu, and he is the descendant of Emperor Changsheng." Sun, the son of Shaohao Golden Immortal, is only twenty-two years old. The Golden Immortal who was promoted to Immortal rank just this year is the youngest Golden Immortal in the history of the creation of the barbaric wilderness. He is the only one since ancient times."
The only youngest golden immortal since ancient times?
Only twenty-two years old?
Such achievements can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented.
Suddenly there was a burst of noise among the crowd.
"This is Lord Sumire?! I heard that this Immortal Lord has just ascended to the position of Golden Immortal this year. He is also a younger generation of Immortal Lords who are very optimistic in the eyes of the current Immortal Lord. Isn't he still observing the period of filial piety? How could this happen? Appearing in the Kunlun Mountains?"
"Speaking of it, the fate of Jinfu Lord is really rough. He was originally protected by the forces of his father's generation, and the road was so open and broad. However, when he didn't wait for others, I heard that this year, Emperor Changsheng and his beloved son Jinxian Shaohao died at the hands of the demons. , among all the old friends in the whole clan, he is the only one who has achieved success."