Tao Zang Xuan Zhi

In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed.

For Lao Xianmen and Mrs. Li, it can be said that the past six months have been smooth and peaceful. At least that annoying hypocrite prince never came to visit again. And her lovely great-granddaughter also became closer to her, and she had a lot of fun chatting with her every day when greeting her.

However, it cannot be said that everything is completely safe.

For example, in front of you.

The old lady held her head in boredom, looking at the seven or eight nephews and nephews chattering around her, feeling drowsy.

The leader, a short, rickety old man, is the master of martial arts in the sect and the headmaster of Xuanxing Pavilion. He can be regarded as one of the highest-level masters in the sect. More than once, the old lady felt that if he continued to stoop like this, he might not be able to find anyone in a few years.

At this time, the little old man was in high spirits and complained non-stop to the old lady:"Old lady, you are wise. Although Zhong Wanling is very talented, she is too lazy and careless to think after receiving such a great favor from you." Enterprising. Since he transferred to me, I have only attended a few classes in total. He was quite active at first, but then he often arrived late and left early, and then he just listened to a section and left depending on his mood. He has not been here at all in the past few months."

"You're pretty good."Another skinny old man with a beard interjected, blowing his beard and glaring:"That little girl came to my class once, and has never been seen again."

The old lady remembered that this person seemed to be a master in the family who specialized in poetry and Confucianism. He was a Jinshi in his early years. The Zhong family, especially hers, is of royal blood and has some social status. These arty things are not bad. At least the taste shouldn't be too bad. Therefore, the old lady arranged for Zhong Wanling to take lessons in poetry, music, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Fortunately, Zhong Wanling had a good education at home. Although her father, Zhang Shiyin, had a poor family and left at a young age, After all, he came from a scholarly family, and his ancestors also produced many famous Confucian scholars. Zhang Shiyin himself is also a famous calligrapher of his generation. Zhong Wanling grew up under Zhang Shiyin's knees when he was a child. Even if he didn't learn much, he still knew a lot of it. In terms of elegance and taste, there may not be many people in the entire Lao Xian Sect who can match her.

As expected, the painter Wu from the Danqing Pavilion in the sect also came."Isn't that right? That girl is very talented. She is indeed good at painting. His talent, but being so lazy is such a waste!"It seems that Zhong Wanling has not gone to Painter Wu's side.

The grandmother on the side couldn't help but sigh after hearing all these gossips. She never expected that the well-behaved and smart Miss Wanlan would look like this in front of others. , isn’t this an embarrassment to the old lady.

But the old lady was unmoved, and slowly picked out large pieces of bright-colored pecans from the pecans that grandma smashed, put them into her mouth and chewed them, as if she didn’t listen at all.

"Hey, you have been there anyway, but that girl has never been here at all."The person who spoke was a middle-aged man who was completely different from the other masters. This is the head of the escort agency in the mountain city. He is responsible for strengthening the muscles and bones of the children and juniors in the Lao Xian sect in preparation for learning martial arts and Qi in the future."Although Miss Wanlan is different from other children and is said to have already practiced Qi, she is still a child after all, and it is the time when her body is growing. If she does not exercise now, she will not have the foundation for martial arts training in the future."

There is some truth in what he said, but in the blink of an eye, all the masters started fighting among themselves.

"After all, Miss Wan Lan is a girl. It’s okay if she doesn’t practice martial arts."

"The purpose of practicing martial arts is to practice Qi. Miss Wan Lan has already broken through the Hundred Eyes Barrier, so you don’t need to do that!"

"I think Master Huang is right. Both physical fitness and Confucian classics require diligent study and practice over time. Miss Wan Lan is too arrogant to be so slack. If this continues, she may not be able to achieve greatness.

Teacher Wang, who is also a calligrapher at Danqing Pavilion, also advised:"Old lady, you really dote on Miss Wanlan too much." Strictness is love, tenderness is harm!"

The topic finally returned to the original point.

The old lady didn't even look at them, and concentrated on picking walnuts.

The Confucian master couldn't help but sighed:"I think you should arrange a virtuous woman for Miss Wan Lan. Let’s take the course of quitting. If this continues, what kind of behavior will it become?"

Teacher Wang disagreed and sneered:"She has to be able to go there if we arrange it. I don't think she will go. It's in vain if we arrange it."

"Originally, it is a virtue for a woman to learn so much and not be talented.……"

Before he finished speaking, there was only a crisp sound of"pop".

All the masters fell silent for a moment.

I saw the old lady took the small hammer in the grandma's hand and smashed a pecan.

"Old lady, you……"

The old lady slowly put down the hammer, fiddled with the smashed pecans casually, and said slowly:"You old masters, haven't you ever thought about why Wan Lan didn't go to your class?"

All the masters were stunned and looked at each other.

"Teacher Qi, Wan Lan didn’t go to your place either?"The old lady suddenly clicked on an old man who had been standing behind the crowd, stroking his white beard. This man was the wife whom the old lady had arranged to teach Zhong Wanling chess.

Several teachers in the Danqing Pavilion also said curiously:"Yes. Lao Qi, why don't you speak?"This guy is a chess master from the Immortal Sect, but they specially brought in a witness to accuse Zhong Wanling of not learning chess, calligraphy, and painting, but he didn't say a word from the moment he entered the door until now.

Teacher Qi stroked his beard and smiled bitterly."Miss Wan Lan has it every day. Come to me for advice and never hesitate."

All the masters were shocked. They really couldn't figure out the reason, and they all looked at Teacher Qi with strange and questioning eyes. Teacher Qi just turned his face slightly to avoid those sharp eyes and smiled bitterly.

The old lady did not continue to ask, Instead, he turned to another old man hiding behind the crowd."Qingcheng, what about you?"

The Lao Xian Sect is famous for its dream divination, and Zhong Wanling is a master of dream divination. Naturally, it is indispensable to arrange courses on dream divination. As the head of the Dream Divination Pavilion, Zhong Cheng naturally falls on him..

Zhong Cheng was called by the old lady and couldn't avoid it. He could only walk out with a grimace and said with cupped hands:"Miss Wanlan hasn't been to Bu Meng Pavilion for several months."

The masters finally breathed a sigh of relief. They said how could it be possible that they were the only ones who didn't come to class? It must be because the little girl was lazy and just having fun instead of making progress. But

Zhong Cheng didn't finish his words and glanced at the indignant girl. The resentful masters smiled helplessly and said timidly:"But Miss Wanlan told me.

The old lady asked interestingly:"Oh?" What did she say?"

"Ah this……"Zhong Cheng thought about those words and looked at the masters again, feeling very embarrassed.

The old lady impatiently tapped the table with a small hammer and urged:"You old boy, just say what you want, hesitating is like saying something."

Zhong Cheng had a grimace and could only tell the truth. :"Miss Wanlan said, 'Grandpa Qingcheng is capable, but the art of dream divination is not what I am good at. Although God has given it to me, it is of no use to me. As far as the immortal sect is concerned, there are Grandpa Qingcheng and his disciples. Uncles and senior brothers are enough. One more of me is not too much, one less of me is not enough. I want to spend my time studying other things. I hope Grandpa Qingcheng will understand.’"After Zhong Cheng finished speaking, he took a long breath and said,"I personally think that Wanlan's great-nephew Tianzong is so talented and talented that it would be a waste of resources for her to spend her energy on studying fortune-telling like others."

All the teachers said. I can't understand it. Especially the rickety old man, who said with great hatred:"What Zhong Siming said is wrong! The art of dream divination is the foundation of the Lao Xian Sect, and it is the most profound art of the sect. How can it be done? Abolish it? If you don’t even learn this technique, what else can you study?"

Other teachers immediately responded:"That’s right. The origins of Confucian etiquette cannot be neglected easily!"

""Bang", there was another heavy crisp sound.

The old lady glared at these teachers and said:"You bunch of elm-headed people, do you want me to break them open one by one for you to have a look at?" Don’t you understand it yet?"

The teachers looked at each other and did not dare to speak easily, for fear that the old princess would really hit their heads with a hammer.

The old lady threw the hammer on the table, rubbed her hands, rolled her eyes at everyone, and said every word :"It's not that she doesn't value these knowledge, it's you who don't teach her."

The old lady knows very well the nature of her seemingly well-behaved great-granddaughter. She is quite rebellious and unruly in her heart, and her eyesight is very sharp. She can often see through the depth of people's affairs at a glance. She is forced to listen to lectures with ordinary children. It will just make her feel bored and make her unhappy.

The old lady sighed helplessly and waved her hand."That's all, she won't listen if she doesn't want to. You all should leave. From now on, if she likes to hear it, let her listen to it on her own. If she doesn't like it, let her go. You don’t have to look for her anymore."

The teachers had no choice but to leave with grimaces.

After everyone had left, the old lady said that she wanted to see her great-granddaughter.

While putting on the coat for the old lady, grandma looked a little uncomfortable. Xie Di advised:"Actually, those teachers were right. After all, Miss Wanlan is young and doesn't know much about the future or worldly affairs. It is inevitable that she will be careless. It may be inappropriate to be too indulgent. The old lady shook her head and said with a smile:"The sage said that to educate people, you need to teach them according to their aptitude." For some people, rather than letting them imitate and learn according to other people's methods, it is more effective to let them study alone."

Mammy still looked confused.

The old lady just shook her head but smiled silently.

Mammy supported the old lady and led a group of maids to Magnolia Residence.

This was what the old lady loved for herself. The small building built by his eldest granddaughter Zhong Shujuan was adjacent to the old lady's residence. Later, when Zhong Shujuan left the cabinet, this place was given to her sister Zhong Shuhua. Later, Zhong Shuhua also got married. This place became Zhong Shuhua. After Zhong Wanling returned to Lao Xianmen, he initially lived with the old lady. However, the age difference between Zhong Wanling and the old lady was too far, and their schedules were naturally different, so it was inconvenient to live together. So, the old lady Jun then ordered people to renovate Magnolia Residence for Zhong Wanling.

Before entering the hospital, he heard the sound of women laughing in the garden, which sounded like they were pushing Pai Gow. Grandma already frowned in displeasure. As soon as she entered the hospital. Door, the group of maids were really pushing Pai Gow, unaware that someone was coming into the courtyard.

Grandma couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily:"There are so many maids who are cheating and slipping here, slipping and lazing around in the clear day!""

The four maids knelt on the ground in a panic.

The old lady waved her hand, stopped the mama's lecture, and said,"Where is Wan Lan?"

The four maids looked at each other, no one dared to answer.