What kind of Journey to the West is this?

"Brother, give me the account book. I'll get the money for you right away!"

The boy sitting in the hall is a very particular person and will pay money as soon as he is told to.

The temple girl quickly stopped him and said, "No need for money! Just consider it a gift from me."

"You..."

Seeing Yu Qinghuai's serious expression, the boy in the hall scratched his head and said, "Merciful and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, the temple wishes you great luck and may all your wishes come true!"

At this moment, Yu Qinghuai was thinking about how to confess his feelings to his senior, and he was worried whether he would succeed.

At this time, she was happier to receive someone's blessing than to receive money.

"I'll lend you some good words!"

Boom!

Yu Qinghuai knocked on the door gently.

Over there, Yan Xia, who was being tortured by the talisman drawing, quickly opened the door. Seeing that it was Yu Qinghuai, she was slightly stunned.

"forward......"

"Qinghuai is here! Great! Come quickly, I need your help with something."

Yanxia's eyes lit up.

Isn't this a coincidence?

The temple keeper is also a professional talisman drawer. She was just worrying that her talisman drawing skills were not good enough. Qinghuai came at the right time!

Yan Xia pulled Yu Qinghuai's wrist and said, "I'm worried about drawing talismans. Qinghuai, come and teach me."

A lot of love words were stuck in his throat, and Yu Qinghuai didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But since her senior was holding her wrist and asking her to do so, she really couldn't say anything else. She could only follow Yan Xia's words and look at the table.

All I saw was a small pile of yellow talismans on the table, with many cloud characters written crookedly on them.

How should I put it? It's like an earthworm crawling...

Yanxia had never drawn a talisman before, so she drew this one based on Xue Shier's talisman, the so-called "copying a cat to draw a tiger", but unfortunately, Yanxia could only draw paper tigers.

"Qinghuai, do you think there are any improvements to the talisman I drew? Also, I always feel that this talisman is too slow to draw. Is there any way to speed it up?"

Yanxia asked people to give their comments.

Yu Qinghuai picked up a piece of talisman paper and looked at it again, then looked at it again, and finally said tactfully: "The strokes are all correct."

An Yanxia: “…”

OK OK.

Yu Qinghuai was afraid of hurting his senior's feelings, so he quickly said, "You have a very good foundation."

"......"

Seeing that her senior was silent again, she quickly said, "There is a lot of room for improvement."

“If it can be written well, then it must be very good!”

Yanxia didn't want to talk anymore.

He was hit by three silence critical hits in a row.

But An Yanxia was studious and curious, and she didn't feel inferior. Instead, she said, "Coach Yu, please teach me how to draw talismans!"

"Uh...I wanted to say..."

"say what?"

"No, nothing. Senior, please draw a picture first and I'll see if there's anything wrong."

"Okay!"

"Well, pay attention to using a little more force on your pen here and concentrate on writing."

"and then?"

"Then, then, Senior, I..."

Yu Qinghuai looked at the scene that was completely beyond his expectations and felt a little confused.

Didn’t she come here to confess?

Dong Huang suddenly received a jade talisman: Chapter 85 [Leaning on the Fragrance and Embracing the Jade]

Yu Qinghuai felt that the situation was a little reversed.

She clearly came here to confess her feelings, but it turned out to be Coach Yu, and she was very angry.

"No, that's not how you draw it! Senior, I've taught you three times!"

Yu Qinghuai imitated the scene when his mother taught him to draw talismans and said angrily, "Stretch out your hand!"

Yanxia put down her pen and stretched out her hand obediently.

I only saw Yu Qinghuai holding a jade sceptre used for sacrificial offerings, and it fell to the ground with a "pa" sound.

Yan Xia looked at the palm of her hand, which was slightly red, and cried out blindly, "It hurts!"

It didn't hurt much actually.

The main reason was that she felt like she was facing Bai Zhu, and subconsciously wanted to act coquettishly.

As soon as she finished shouting, Yan Xia felt ashamed.

Whose child...

"It hurts when you eat it, but don't make any mistakes! Otherwise there will be more to eat!"

Yu Qinghuai put his hands on his waist, and felt a little soft-hearted. He held Yanxia's wrist, blew on it, and said, "I will write according to your handwriting. Senior, please feel the rhythm when drawing the talisman."

"Okay. Then I'll trouble Teacher Qinghuai."

Yu Qinghuai blushed and lowered his head, saying, "How can I be considered a teacher? Not to mention a senior teacher..."

"The wisest one is the teacher!"

Yan Xia didn't care and let Yu Qinghuai hold her hand.

The warm touch spread to the back of Yanxia's hand.

In this cold day between autumn and winter, it brings a little warmth to Yanxia.

"To draw like this, first determine a base point. Yes, follow my strength."

Yan Xia remained silent, concentrating on drawing the talisman according to the strength given by Yu Qinghuai.

She was so focused that she was completely unaware that the blush on the temple girl's face behind her was almost reaching her ears.

When teaching someone to draw talismans, it involves more than just fingers.

If you hold someone's hand like this, you will inevitably have to stand behind them and lean closer.

Yu Qinghuai was about the same height as Yan Xia, and he felt like he was sticking to his senior's back. The hair with a faint fragrance was swaying around his nose, and with a glance, he could see the girl's serious profile.

Skin touching, leaning against each other.

Yu Qinghuai felt dizzy, but he had to concentrate on teaching Yanxia how to draw talismans.

Although there is no confession, it seems to be okay this way.

How wonderful it would be if learning were like this!

No wonder Confucius said: "Isn't it a great pleasure to learn with a view to practicing it from time to time?"

In this lingering atmosphere, Yanxia finished the last stroke and felt that with Qinghuai's guidance, her talisman-drawing skills had indeed improved.

"Hmm? Qinghuai, your face is quite red!"

"No! It's because you're so stupid, Senior, that you're making me anxious!"

Yu Qinghuai was a little hesitant to speak out about the romantic affairs, willows and golden hairpins that he had prepared.

In the final analysis, he was nostalgic for the tenderness that had just passed, but was also worried that he was too frivolous and would never have another chance after being rejected.

"I'm afraid you're worried!"

“No, no…”

Yu Qinghuai strongly denied it.

Yan Xia looked suspicious, then smiled and said, "Well, fine! Who cares if he has it or not? If you have something on your mind one day, you can tell me about it!"

Yu Qinghuai nodded and said, "Sure."

"Well, come with me to see how my master is doing."

"Master?"

..............

Yu Qinghuai did not recognize Luo Sushang.

Knowing that Yanxia had a master, he felt awe.

A person like the senior is already like a legendary immortal, so what kind of master should the senior's master be?

Yu Qinghuai's first impression of Luo Sushang was: beauty!

If the snow lion is an elf walking out of the mountains and forests, it is weird and strange.

Na Luo Sushang was undoubtedly a fairy born in a blessed land. Compared to the goddesses in the heavenly palace, she was more worldly-wise and detached than the daughters of wealthy families. If I had to say it, there were only two words to describe her:

Exiled immortal.

In comparison, Yu Qinghuai felt a little ashamed of himself. He felt like a country boy and had no real advantages.

But Yan Xia could see clearly at a glance that Luo Sushang was not a banished immortal, but just a successful person in refining essence.

In the later stages of refining the essence, "golden skin and jade veins" and "pine-shaped crane bones" will basically appear naturally, and you will look very elegant.

It's not just about refining your spirit, it's also about doing other things. For example, reading can also hone your temperament. As the saying goes, "A person with knowledge of poetry and books will naturally be elegant." In fact, when your career is successful, your state of mind will change, and your temperament will also change.

Seeing Luo Sushang's eyes closed, Yu Qinghuai asked doubtfully, "Then who is this senior..."

"Master went to the City God's Mansion and hasn't returned yet."

Yan Xia looked at the busty master who looked like she was dead again, and first examined the goods under her nose.

Then she wanted to press the super big button twice, but seeing that Yu Qinghuai was still there, she didn't hesitate...

Luo Sushang didn't wake up, and Yan Xia didn't want to have an awkward conversation here, so she wanted to take Yu Qinghuai somewhere else.

But before she stepped out of the door, she heard a rustling sound from the stove.

That stove was where Yan Xia Anding refined the evil spirits. Before, the gourd had exploded the medicine cauldron, and the stove was also blown to pieces with cracks everywhere.

But recently the pharmacy has been short of staff, so they only repaired the doors and windows and cleaned the stove, but did not rebuild it.

Yan Xia thought it was just the wind blowing around her and didn't pay much attention to it, but when she turned around, a small, hairy mouse emerged from the stove ash.

"Doctor! Doctor! Is this the Xiong family pharmacy?"

The little mouse spoke human language, which immediately attracted the attention of Yu Qinghuai and An Yanxia.

Yu Qinghuai was shocked and asked, "Why is there a monster coming into the city?"

The little mouse trembled with fear. It was a house mouse, round and plump, and when it trembled it looked like a rolling ball.

"Mercy! Mercy! I am following the orders of my king. The Plague God has touched my princess!"

The little mouse's brain capacity was not very good, and he spoke haltingly. The few sentences he could manage were incoherent.

But Yanxia probably understood that the princess of the mouse family had encountered the plague god and contracted the disease, so the Mouse King specially sent him to find a doctor to treat the princess.

"I heard from the monsters that Doctor Xiong is a miracle doctor. Is any of you Doctor Xiong?"

When Yan Xia heard that they were here to see Old Man Xiong, she spread her hands and said, "That's it. Doctor Xiong is busy and has no time to treat your princess."

Indeed, the epidemic in Cangzhou City was enough to give Xiong Fengxian a headache. She had so many people to help that how could she help the rats?

This is not just a matter of favoritism.

When the little mouse heard this, he was stunned. Then he burst into tears and sobbed, "The princess is going to die! The princess is going to die!"