{Crossing the Book} After becoming a master of all people, they all stared at me

Chapter 25

The wind blew gently for a while, and then left without a trace, leaving only sweet-scented osmanthus everywhere.

Nanfeng Qing slowly opened his eyes, and brushed the clothes on his body.

When he walked in front of Gu Yuhui, his body was still unavoidably stained with some cinnamon.

"Hui'er, can you see clearly?"

When Nanfeng Qing asked Gu Yuhui, the fierceness on his body had already been wiped away, and he became that gentle and good master again.

At this time, Gu Yuhui's heart was already beating at an extremely fast frequency that had never been seen before, which made him palpitate.

What's going on with me?Why is my heart beating so fast?

Gu Yuhui pondered this question in his heart, unable to understand it, but he couldn't restrain it. This heartbeat reached its peak when the Nanfeng chime sounded.

Hearing his strange yet familiar heartbeat, he hastily raised his head and stared at Nanfeng Chime, his face was stained with a thin layer of red, his ears burned like the sunset glow, and he stuttered: "Return to Master, look, see clearly .”

Seeing this, Nanfeng Qing felt strange: Why is the child blushing because of nothing?Still stuttering?

But he didn't think too much, after all, he was a little tired from performing a whole set of Haoyue swordsmanship, and at this moment he just wanted to go back to the house and rest for a while.

Nanfeng Qing nodded to Gu Yuhui wearily, and said, "Since that's the case, then I'll go back to my room as a teacher. You can practice by yourself first."

"Yes, Master."

Gu Yuhui's heartbeat gradually calmed down, and the blush on his face gradually faded, and he became the usual well-behaved and sensible disciple again.

But only he himself knew that this inexplicable throbbing was unprecedented in his life.

Can't tell, don't know.

And all of this is because of the far away and glorious master in front of him, Nan Fengqing.

He was nervous, but he couldn't stop laughing.

When Nanfeng Qing returned to the house, he folded his clothes and lay down in a drowsy state to sleep.

Gu Yuhui didn't go in to disturb, but walked to the door, quietly took a look at Nanfeng Qing who was sleeping soundly, and then closed the door quietly to avoid disturbing his master's rest.

He walked into his room, picked up the wooden sword and the sword manual on the table, and stared at it for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the end, he recovered from the emptiness, walked to the open space outside the courtyard, recalled Nanfeng Qing's moves just now, and began to practice his sword.

This month, the days can be described as passing quickly.

Gu Yuhui gradually shed a little childishness and began to grow into a young man, but in front of Nan Fengqing, he was still that well-behaved and clingy little apprentice.

Nanfeng Qing also lived a leisurely life in the past month, except for the daily routine Zongmen affairs, he only needs to go down the mountain occasionally.

As for the rest of the time, half of it is to enjoy the apprentice's free full-level service, and the other half is to lie on the bamboo chair, watching the apprentice practice seriously, and mentioning a few words from time to time.

"Hui'er, the position of the sword move just now was off, so it needs to go further to the left."

On a sunny afternoon, Nanfeng Qing leaned against the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, enjoying the huge shade, and looked at Gu Yuhui, who was sweating profusely from practicing swords under the scorching sun not far away.

"Yes, I understand, Master."

Gu Yuhui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead with his sleeve, feeling a little out of breath.

"Come here and rest."

Nanfeng Qing greeted him.

When Gu Yuhui heard this, he nodded, walked quickly to Nan Fengqing, and sat down under the shade of the tree.

"It's a good thing for you to practice diligently, but you should also pay attention to rest and combine work and rest, do you know?"

"The disciple knows, the master doesn't need to worry."

Gu Yuhui turned his head, looked at Nan Fengqing who was frowning, and smiled brightly at him.

Nanfeng Qing's worry was not unreasonable.During this month, Gu Yuhui practiced swords during the day and practiced mental techniques at night, and devoted his life to practice.

Except for meals and the time before and after, Gu Yuhui would be free to cook for him, eat with him, and clean up the dishes. Nanfeng Qing didn't see Gu Yuhui having any leisure or entertainment at other times.

Although Nanfeng Qing couldn't bear it, he was quite relieved to see Gu Yuhui's cultivation gradually increasing day by day. In just over a month, he had already reached the Great Consummation of Foundation Establishment.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with Gu Yuhui now, so he waved his hand, sighed, and didn't think about it any more.

"Master, I have newly made sweet-scented osmanthus cake, do you want to try it?"

Gu Yuhui asked Nan Fengqing suddenly and abruptly.

"Osmanthus cake? Are you new?"

Nanfeng Qing asked back.

"Well, I just learned it a few days ago, and I thought you like pastries, Master, so I made some."

Gu Yuhui scratched his head in embarrassment, then lowered his head and smiled.

"You have a heart. Forget it, then bring it over."

"I'll go now!"

When Gu Yuhui heard the affirmative answer, he immediately got up, as if the exhaustion on his body had been swept away, and rushed into the kitchen to get the osmanthus cake.

Not long after, Nanfeng Qing saw Gu Yuhui coming out with a plate of small, exquisite, delicate and lovely sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Master, hurry up and taste if it's delicious."

Gu Yuhui pushed the plate in front of Nanfeng Qing, urging him to have a try.

Nanfeng Qing nodded to him, then reached out and took one from the plate, put it in his mouth, and took a bite.

The taste of the pastry is excellent, soft and crispy. When chewing, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus spreads in the mouth.

After he unknowingly finished eating a pastry, he saw Gu Yuhui staring at him with bright eyes.

Nanfeng Qing felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, cleared his throat, and said: "It's delicious, Hui'er's cooking skills are getting better and better."

"As long as the master likes it."

Hearing this, Gu Yuhui felt relieved, and showed Nan Fengqing a bright smile that only belonged to a young man.

Nan Fengqing suddenly felt that this smile was a bit dazzling, and he didn't know if it was because the sunlight behind Gu Yuhui was too dazzling, or his mind was disturbed.

He hurriedly turned his head away from looking at Gu Yuhui, but continued to eat his osmanthus cake.

Perhaps the atmosphere was too warm, and Gu Yuhui was so tired that he leaned on Nanfeng Qing's shoulder and fell asleep relaxingly without realizing it.

Nan Fengqing felt the weight on his shoulders, slowly lowered his head and glanced to the side with a very small movement range, and saw that Gu Yuhui was resting with his eyes closed, and his clear and shallow breath swept across his neck from time to time.

Nanfeng Qing quietly turned his head back, and the hand hanging beside him silently squeezed a sound-suppressing spell on Gu Yuhui, so that he could sleep more peacefully.

Still a child after all.

He thought so.

At the same time, Nanfeng Qing looked at the surrounding scenery bathed in sunlight, and inexplicably felt a sense of tranquility.

He thought, it would be good to live a life in peace and stability like this.