Chapter 3647

The wizard handed him the flute: "Play it for me!"

Qin Wuyan picked up the flute and pressed it to his lips. He fumbled about the part he was not sure about playing, but he played the part he heard yesterday very smoothly.

The wizard stroked his gray beard, expressionless.

If Zhuang Huaisen or Zhuang Qingyun were here, they would probably be surprised.

It is extremely rare for such a sharp-tongued and mean wizard to be able to behave like this without cursing others on the spot.

Especially when he actually wanted to teach a teenager.

At the end of the song, Qin Wuyan put the flute back on the table, "Old man, am I so bad that I let you down?"

"It didn't really disappoint me." The wizard glanced at him, "Anyway, I didn't have much hope."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Qin Wuyan lowered his head in shame.

Seeing his appearance, the wizard hummed: "What did I say yesterday? Do you remember?"

Qin Wuyan remained silent.

"I allow you to go to the second floor after reading the books on the first floor. Since you want to read the medical books first, I agree, but you can either read all the medical books upstairs tonight, or go directly to the first floor tomorrow." Read a book and stay with me, an old man..."

"Okay." Qin Wuyan said: "The contents of those medical books are superficial. I have finished reading them today. I will come over tomorrow and accompany you on the first floor."

The wizard's cloudy old eyes lit up, and he waved his hand at him: "Go, go, come over early tomorrow, and have lunch with me, the old man."

After Qin Wuyan saluted the old man, he left the library.

The wizard stared at the slender figure who disappeared from sight at the door, his eyes darkened, and he sighed secretly: "It's really unexpected that I have become such a ghost. student, with my abilities, I finally have a successor.

Zhuang Huaisen, when he completes his studies, maybe this priest's mansion will be filled with blood!

What is robbed must be returned one day. "

Qin Wuyan went back to the wing room, only to find that Zhuang Qingyun was sitting beside his bed reading a book.

Qin Wuyan remembered that he had to finish the homework assigned by his master to Zhuang Minghao and Zhuang Mingyan today, so he could only spread out the pen and paper, sharpen his scalp and grind the ink, and greeted Zhuang Qingyun: "How are you feeling today?"

"Hmm." Zhuang Qingyun raised his eyes to look at his handwriting, and asked casually, "Master also assigned you homework?"

"No." Qin Wuyan wrote quickly, "I wrote it for the young master and the young master."

Zhuang Qingyun closed the book in his hand, looked at the writing on it, and held his hand, "Wait a minute."

Qin Wuyan was puzzled: "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"Of course there is a problem." Zhuang Qingyun quickly read it several times: "The problem is very big."

Qin Wuyan frowned: "These are all taught in the teacher's class, and I extended my own ideas to complete the after-school impressions. How could it be a big problem?"

"The problem I'm talking about is not the problem with your article, but the problem from handwriting to content."

Qin Wuyan didn't understand the meaning of Zhuang Qingyun's words.

He can understand the handwriting, but there is a problem with the content, but the article is fine. What does it mean?

Zhuang Qingyun raised the unfinished article in his hand, "Do you know who gave these things to?"

"Of course it's the master."

"Wrong, very wrong." Zhuang Qingyun shook his head: "These articles will eventually be handed over to the high priest.

It is related to his son's studies, he will definitely find time to check it out himself.

Knowing a son is like a father, do you think he doesn't know what kind of virtue his son is? "