She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 175 Tiger Whiskers
After hearing He Miao's words, the old man was full of energy.

Rolling up his sleeves, he asked as if remembering something:
"By the way, girl, what does this general Shangguan look like? I haven't seen it before."

The scene of Shangguan Mu getting along with him appeared in He Miao's mind.

It was obviously five years ago, but this time, everything is very clear, as if it happened yesterday.

When I first saw the strong man holding the Dragon Yuan Sword, dressed in dark blue, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he was astonished as a heavenly man.

The scent of cypress when I helped her who was about to fall; put on clothes for her who was sleeping; patiently help her to explain the sword manual;

The smile in his eyes when he took her to ride a tiger; the fluctuation in his eyes when he intended to keep her; the chilling agility when he demonstrated her swordsmanship...

She thought she had forgotten it long ago, but in fact everything was hidden deep in her memory.

He Miao lowered her eyes and her throat moved slightly, not knowing how to describe it.

"Come on, girl, draw it for me."

The old man took a brush for painting and handed it to He Miao, and went into the room to get paper for He Miao.

When He Miao took the brush, his hands were still trembling slightly.

After a long time, facing the expectant eyes of the old man, she shook her head and said, "I don't know how to draw."

The man was clearly in front of her eyes when she closed her eyes, but she couldn't draw it.

"Master, let me come."

Song Zi who was at the side spoke softly, and took the brush from He Miao.

He heard what his master said just now, General Shangguan is very important to his master.

"Go ahead."

He Miao didn't expect Song Zishu to be able to paint, and he thought about it in a blink of an eye, his family background is probably not bad, and he should have dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

At the moment, he only briefly described the person in his memory.

"Long hair, light blue clothes, narrow waist and broad shoulders..."

"He is taller, extremely lean, with a long sword across his waist..."

He Miao described it in detail, only to realize that he could only describe a vague figure.

But Song Zishu is a good painter.

He just kept asking, "Will the eyebrows be thicker or thinner?" "Will the cheeks be wider or thinner?"

Then according to He Miao's memory, he made repeated revisions, and finally, he drew the man in He Miao's memory.

He Miao looked at the figure on the portrait, and in a trance, felt that it was close in front of his eyes, but far away in the sky.

"Right, that is it."

To Song Zishu, this sentence was a great affirmation, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

When he was at home, he only wanted to venture into the rivers and lakes and practice fairy arts, and he was not interested in reading, calligraphy and painting at all.

Being forced to learn by my family, I feel extremely painful as long as I learn it. I never thought that one day, it will come in handy.

He Miao handed the portrait to the old man.

The old man looked at the portrait, frowned and said:

"Girl, does this Shangguan general look like he should be riding something?"

He Miao's heart trembled, thinking of the man riding a tiger he saw yesterday, he just nodded and said, "Let's just ride a tiger."

Only then did the old man say with satisfaction: "This is enough domineering."

Immediately, he patted his chest again and said:
"Don't worry, girl, I will definitely do a good job. Come and pick it up in three days, and I promise to do it well for you."

He Miao nodded slightly in thanks, and left the village with Song Zishu.

In the past three days, the two of them actually didn't go anywhere.

He Miao stayed in the dense forest and taught Song Zishu some mental formulas for meditation practice.

Since she became his master, she planned to teach him well.

He also thought that if something happened to him, the inheritance of Bihai Pavilion of Shimen would not be broken in his hands.

Song Zishu is also very serious in his studies, he has a flash of light in his mind, and he can understand everything.Including some sword moves He Miao taught him, he can quickly learn them.

He Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief, she herself is already incompetent, and she will accept another ineffective apprentice.

She was afraid that she would not be able to explain to her master Shen Gu in the future.

"Master, do you think I am a cultivator like this?"

Song Zishu asked curiously.

Seeing that his eyes were full of sparkles, He Miao said indifferently, "Let's count it as an entry."

When Song Zishu heard that he was considered an immortal cultivator, he was extremely proud, and his excitement was beyond words.

"Master, when will you take me to the world of cultivating immortals to see the world?"

He Miao raised his eyebrows, picked up the mahogany sword and knocked him on the head, saying:
"You are so young, don't always think about it. If you go to the world of cultivating immortals in your current state, within three days, your life will be in danger."

Song Zishu laughed flatteringly and said:

"Master, isn't there still you here?"

He Miao sneered and said, "Your master, I am a clay bodhisattva crossing the river—I cannot protect myself."

Then he glanced sideways at him and asked:

"Guess, if something goes wrong, is your master and I more likely to escape by ourselves, or is it more likely to escape with you?"

Song Zishu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and coquettishly shook He Miao's arm and said, "Master, you are the best."

He Miao shrugged, she couldn't stand this the most.Goosebumps almost fell to the floor.

When the three days came, He Miao conveniently took Song Zishu to the previous village.

To He Miao's surprise, the village was crowded with people.

Many villagers with simple faces crowded together and waited outside respectfully.

Seeing He Miao approaching, the old man hurriedly beckoned her into the house and explained:

"The folks from the ten miles and eight villages around here know about this, and they all come to pay homage to General Shangguan."

He Miao understood.

Shangguan Mu has always been the pillar of the Great Zheng Kingdom. He has guarded the border for many years and resisted foreign invaders, and is deeply loved by everyone.

"Life is a hero, and death is a ghost."

That's who he is.

The villagers beat gongs and drums and carried Shangguan Mu's clay sculpture out on a sedan chair.

Walking along the way is knocking all the way, and there are people along the street.

He Miao followed behind and only glanced at him from a distance. The tall and mighty general riding a tiger seemed to overlap with the person in her memory.

But there was a slight difference. The Shangguan Mu in her memory was more gentle.

The crowd carried the clay sculptures all the way to the mass grave that had been filled up by He Miao.Put the tall and majestic Tiger Riding General in front.

Countless people stepped forward one after another, kowtowed and burned incense.

He Miao stood silently not far away, and asked Ah Miao in a low voice, "Has he appeared?"

He Miao knew that Shangguan Mu did not want to see her for some unknown purpose.The original intention of her statue is to use this clay sculpture to create a "golden body" for him, and use the incense of the world as a guide to attract his thoughts into this statue.

She wants to make him show up.

What's more, in the future, as long as the incense is flourishing and the power of thought is concentrated, he can also benefit and be ranked among the immortals.

"Beside the statue."

Ah Meow's childish voice came.

He Miao closed her eyes and circulated her spiritual power to the extreme. Finally, she became aware of his existence.

Right now, Shangguan Mu didn't ride the tiger, the tiger just stood obediently beside him.He looked up, staring at her.

When He Miao opened his eyes again, there were still crowds of people in front of him, and there was no sign of that person.

It seemed that everything just now was just her own illusion.

He Miao pushed aside the crowd, stepped forward, and looked up at the tall statue in front of him.He clenched his palms tightly, who would want to see him standing here if he had no other choice!Shangguan Mu still didn't want to see her.

In the crowded sea, a long white thread floated down towards He Miao.

She reached out to catch it, and when she caught it, she realized that it turned out to be a tough tiger's beard.

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