The handwriting is as beautiful as Nan Rou!
Hearing Bai Fuzi's words, Qin Guan was speechless in his heart. He felt that this was as difficult as raising his physical body to the Ninth Realm.
It was so difficult that the thought of writing made him panic.
"Master, can you change the conditions?" Qin Guan looked at Master and said reluctantly.
"What, you don't want to sit with Nan Rou?" Bai Fuzi suddenly asked.
Qin Guan was stunned for a moment and nodded hastily. "I think so!"
"You kid, you dominate other girls, you even touch them in class, don't think I don't know." Bai Fuzi glared at Qin Guan.
Qin Guan was a little embarrassed and touched his nose. "The disciple likes her very much, and she also likes the disciple, but she Master doesn't like me and doesn't agree with us being together."
"Nan Rou That girl is talented and intelligent. If I were her Master, I wouldn't be willing to stick a flower in cow dung." Bai Fuzi said.
Qin Guan's mouth twitched. "Master, I want to have good looks and strength, what's the difference?"
"You're bad at handwriting." Bai Fuzi said calmly.
"I..." Qin Guan was speechless.
"What am I, I haven't gone to class yet, do you still want to fetch water and chop firewood?" Bai Fuzi looked at Qin Guan.
Qin Guan curled his lips and walked out of the courtyard.
"Wait a minute!"
Qin Guan was suddenly stopped by Bai Fuzi before he took two steps.
"Yesterday's dishes were very spicy. After class in the afternoon, you can come over and cook two more dishes for me." Bai Fuzi said.
Hearing Bai Fuzi's words, Qin Guan chuckled and said, "Master, that dish was not made by me, but by Nan Rou."
"No matter who made it, I still want the smell of fireworks for tonight's meal." Bai Fuzi said and walked towards the house.
Qin Guan's eyes twitched. "I must have made a mistake about this old man."
In his eyes, Bai Fuzi is a rigid and stern old scholar. Unexpectedly, he turns out to be a domineering and unreasonable old man behind his back.
It's better to go ask Rou'er. Qin Guan thought about it and left the backyard.
Soon, Qin Guan came to the school.
At this moment, the sky is dark and there is still some time before class starts. Qin Guan is the first disciple to come to the school today.
He sat on the stone steps in front of the school.
Bai Fuzi said that his compression technique of Gang Qi can be improved. How should it be improved?
Gang Qi's compression, strengthening of meridians, methods and techniques for exerting force, etc. These questions passed through Qin Guan's mind like a sieve, and he fell into deep thought.
I don't know how long it took, but when Qin Guan was deep in thought, a beautiful silhouette suddenly came to him.
Smelling a familiar body fragrance, Qin Guan knew it was Nan Rou without raising his head.
Nan Rou found that there was no one else in the yard, Nan Rou hurriedly whispered, "Husband, you didn't stay here all night, did you?"
Qin Guan raised his head and smiled, "No, I worked for Bai Fuzi all night."
"Ah, didn't you sleep all night?"
"No."
Qin Guan shook his head and said hurriedly, "Rou'er, you stay after class in the afternoon. Master asked me to cook for him, so you have to stay and help me."
"Cooking for Master?" Nan Rou frowned.
Qin Guan nodded. "The old man ate all the food you cooked for me last night."
"Master he Venerable..." Nan Rou couldn't believe it. He didn't expect that the stern and demanding Master was actually a gluttonous old man.
Bai You on the side was also a little surprised. He didn't expect Bai Fuzi to have this side.
Not long after, a group of disciples came one after another, and it was time for class again.
Bai Fuzi is explaining Dao Scripture on the stage. The disciples below are taking notes carefully and listening to the lecture.
In this way, the day passed quietly, and there were still three days left in the seven-day literary class every month.
Qin Guan and Nan Rou stayed and went to the backyard.
Nan Rou rushed into the kitchen and got busy.
Qin Guan sat on the stone table and carefully copied the copybook of Nan Rou.
He thought for a day, but couldn't think of an improved way to compress Gang Qi, so he began to copy Nan Rou's copybook, trying to pass the test of Bai Fuzi.
Half an hour later, a table of dishes was ready.
The three of them sat down around the stone table and started eating.
Nan Rou was careful, but Qin Guan ate it as if he were at home.
Qin Guan After eating two bowls of rice, Bai Fuzi suddenly said to him, "Stop eating, go grind the beans."
"Oh." Qin Guan put down the bowl and chopsticks reluctantly and came to the millstone to grind the beans.
When he started to grind the millstone, he found that the millstone was heavier than a mountain.
Not long after the meal was finished, Nan Rou began to clear the table.
"Nan Rou, can you play chess?" Bai Fuzi asked suddenly with a smile.
Nan Rou nodded quickly. "I know a little bit."
"Let's play a game of chess with me later and then go back."
"Yeah, okay!" Nan Rou nodded and smiled.
Just like that, Qin Guan was grinding beans like animals, while Bai Fuzi and Nan Rou were sitting at the stone table playing chess quietly.
"Girl, who taught you your chess skills?"
After making more than ten moves, Bai Fuzi realized that Nan Rou's chess skills were not simple. They seemed to be making random moves, but they were setting traps everywhere.
"Back to Master, my disciple used to be alone and had nothing to do. He often played chess with himself to pass the time." Nan Rou said with a smile.
"Playing chess alone, self-taught?" Bai Fuzi was a little surprised after hearing this.
"Yeah, I'm self-taught." Nan Rou nodded.
"The little girl is amazing!" Bai Fuzi's eyes were full of surprise and admiration, and the chess piece in his hand fell on the chessboard.