With the Mei Fei incident settled, Shi Meng and Mu Zili finally had some time to relax. Originally, the two of them wanted to go south immediately to look for Yifeng.
But there was a sudden heavy snowfall that day. After returning to the other courtyard, Gongbo Longhai repeatedly tried to persuade him to stay, but Xi Meng couldn't control him. He also thought about accepting this disciple on his own. He didn't even teach him the magic technique for half a day, but he was troubled everywhere.
He helped, but he felt really guilty.
By coincidence, Yifeng, who had not been heard from for a long time, received news through Bodhi Leaf. He only said that he could not return to them for the time being, and asked Mu Zili to take good care of her, but he did not reveal where he was or when he would be able to return.
return.
Xi Meng finally felt relieved knowing that he was safe and sound, and felt that he should finally explain something to his disciple, so he discussed with Mu Zili and decided to stay in Xuanyang longer.
Although she was a master, she only knew a little bit about the principles of cultivation, so she entrusted Mu Zili to teach her apprentices on her behalf.
Because Gongbo Longhai was a mortal of flesh and blood, although he had read some strange scriptures since he was a child, most of them were of no use to his practice.
What Mu Zili cultivates is wood spirit, and the foundation of his cultivation is breath.
In order to let Gongbo Longhai appreciate the breath of wood spirits, Mu Zili took him into Dengyun Mountain before midnight every day to absorb the breath of vegetation in the forest.
In the first two days, Xi Meng followed them in a hurry, imitating their example and wanting to practice quietly, but by the third day, he felt bored.
Lai was lazy in another courtyard and refused to go out.
Later, I was too busy to panic, so I ordered Gongbo Longhai to follow her description and use local materials. He found a high-quality bamboo from the purple bamboo forest and found a craftsman to make a pair of mahjong. Unfortunately, there was only mahjong.
No Mayu.
On this day, Mu Zili and Gong Bo Long Hai were forced to play mahjong with her at home. Unfortunately, they were both stupid. After teaching for most of the day, they couldn't even distinguish between bobbins and strips, let alone complicated ones.
’s rules.
Looking at Mu Zili's handsome face, her face turned white due to her accusations, and her lowered eyelashes flickered. She really lost her temper and had to give up the three-person mahjong temporarily.
But she began to turn to what she thought was a simple game of Landlords. It happened that the three of them could form a table, but this time there were no cards for her to use.
God knows, there are many gods and demons in this world, but the productivity is so backward. No one has thought of using wood pulp to make paper. Judging from the heavy and cumbersome bamboo slips they usually use, only wealthy families use silk or animal skins as paper.
, but still a minority.
According to her incomplete estimate, the Kyushu countries are still in a relatively primitive historical stage.
Thinking of this, her interest immediately dropped by two points, but she refused to give up just like that.
Coincidentally, this uncle Long Hai was a filial, sensible and good disciple. Although he practiced magic with Mu Zili most of the day, he finally had time to spend time with his master today. Seeing his sad face, he hurriedly poured tea and served him.
Gongbo Longhai recalled how he was so happy when his master talked about the rules of the game "Fighting Landlords" just now. At this moment, his face suddenly darkened. He didn't know why?
He was suspicious, so he turned his head and asked.
"Master, why are you sighing?"
When he asked, Xi Meng immediately regained his energy. He took the tea cup and put it aside. He came up to him and said mysteriously: "Long Hai, do you want to learn papermaking?"
"Papermaking?"
Gongbo Longhai and Mu Zili spoke in unison, both looking surprised and puzzled.
"My disciple is stupid, please tell Master! Didn't Master just say that he wanted to play... to play Landlords?" Gongbo Longhai slowly frowned, not understanding what Shi Meng meant.
Shi Meng waved his hand and said with a chuckle, "There is no rush to play, but the papermaking technique is a top priority right now. Your uncle's family is the number one merchant in the Yun Kingdom. If you can learn the papermaking technique, you can take advantage of your family's advantages.
, promoting Kyushu will definitely benefit the world!”
When she spoke, her eyes were clear and she showed a rare confidence. Mu Zili was a little stunned when he looked at her. He knew the best about her skills.
Not to mention how magical this paper-making technique is, but just thinking that she would make mistakes from time to time even in trivial things like controlling the wind, I couldn't help but shake my head at Gong Bo Long Hai, who had no idea what was happening in front of me, and signaled to him that it was better to be cautious.
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But since Gongbo Longhai has a reputation as a filial and sensible disciple, he naturally does not dare to disobey the master's wishes in person. Moreover, according to the master, I am afraid that this papermaking technique must be a very good one, otherwise how would he dare to do it with him?
Four characters in the world match?
Thinking of this, he stood up and took two steps back, rolled up his sleeves and bowed respectfully, saying: "Thank you, Master! Papermaking must be a unique skill. Long Hai must learn it with humility and never dare to live up to Master's kindness!"
Seeing Gongbo Longhai's humbly asking for advice, Xi Meng's vanity as a teacher instantly swelled. He sat up straight and stretched out his right hand to signal him to stand up.
"Long Hai doesn't need to be polite. The ancient method of making paper has been passed down for thousands of years. If Long Hai can carry forward this technique in Kyushu, it will be considered a glory for his master!"
When she said this, Mu Zili's doubts became more and more serious. She had grown up in Lijing, and he had also been in Lijing for ten thousand years. Although he knew that many butterfly demons and flower demons practiced secret arts, he had never heard of the art of papermaking.
But when I heard her talking about ancient methods that had been passed down for thousands of years, I couldn't help but secretly sigh that I had little knowledge and looked down on her.
At this moment, both Gongbo Longhai and Mu Zili opened their eyes wide, just waiting for Xi Meng to demonstrate to them on the spot how magical this ancient secret technique was.
But after waiting for a long time, she didn't move.
Mu Zili had an indifferent temperament, and even though he was anxious, his face remained as usual, but Gong Bo Long Hai couldn't wait any longer. He sat down next to Shi Meng and said, "Master, are you tired?"
He was born a businessman and has always been very tactful when speaking and doing things.
But Simeng could see the anxiety in his eyes. He took a sip of cold tea and burst out laughing, "Don't worry! Let me reminisce! You can order someone to bring the remaining bamboo from the last mahjong game."
, and also set up an earthen stove in the backyard, a big pot, prepare water and..."
While she was trying to recall every detail of her childhood in the orphanage, when she followed the dean to learn ancient papermaking methods, she explained to Gongbo Longhai what she needed to prepare.
Gongbo Longhai only listened confusedly, but he followed the instructions one by one.
About half an hour later, in the open space in the backyard, the attendants had set up the stove and piled broken bamboo poles all over the ground. They all opened their eyes wide and looked at the dream in front of them without knowing why.
I saw that she had changed into plain white men's clothes. In order to facilitate the operation, she even borrowed an apron from the cook in the kitchen. Even Mu Zili and Gong Bo Long Hai were also dressed in this outfit.
The waiters who looked directly at him, who usually liked to gossip in private, were all shocked.
"Stop standing there stupidly. Let's help light a fire and boil water. Crush these bamboo poles and put them in a pot to cook with warm water..." Simeng stood by the stove, instructing them on what to do until
After all the bamboo fibers in the pot were separated, she nodded with satisfaction.