Merry little roll

For some reason, Ah Huang screamed especially fiercely today.

Shao Xiao squeezed the persimmon in his hand tightly, and let Ah Huang wag his tail behind him, but refused to let it eat, and Ah Huang bared his teeth in anger.

Time flies, and it has been a hundred years since he worshiped Ping Sheng as his teacher, Jing Ao's unreliable vicious dog is now seriously acting as the leader of Jianzong, and he has a good appearance.

"Wang!"

Ah Huang persisted, still pulling at his trouser legs, trying to make a monkey climb up a tree, but Shao Xiao barely stopped him with his hand, the whole dog's head was crumpled up, and it barked softly from its throat.

"What are you moaning about?" Shao Xiao squatted down angrily and amusedly, and stroked the dog's head with his hand. "This persimmon is for Master, are you my Master?"

Ah Huang shook his little head, then hummed.

Shao Xiao stood up, surrounded by mist. He looked at the rolling mountain peaks, and couldn't help but smile lazily on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that the master was in that mountain, but he didn't know whether the master was writing calligraphy, painting Danqing, or playing shakuhachi.Faintly, he seemed to hear the sound of shakuhachi fluttering in the distance.

Master's shakuhachi, one sound will last forever, and it will be romantic forever.

The yellow crane stepped across the sky, leaving behind a long cry, shuttled through the mist, and suddenly pierced through the sky like a long sword, rolling up thousands of clouds and waves.

Shao Xiao walked to the edge of the cliff, raised his hand, and let the howling wind pass through his hands.

Somewhat moist.

"For you, the wind should be breathing, and it can connect to the depths of the soul." Master's words were engraved in his heart, and it became the ubiquitous breeze that enveloped the soul.

He pulled out the black sword in his hand, the wind blew, the hem of the black robe was lifted, a thousand layers of waves rolled up in the mist, and the mighty heaven and earth burned into his heart.

Ah Huang barked wildly in the wind.

The mysterious sword radiated a faint light and slowly flew into the air. Shao Xiao jumped and stepped on the tip of the sword.

The wind swirls.

The black robe was blown and swelled, and there was a "click, click" sound in the air, the hair on the forehead was completely lifted, and the brocade belt of the black robe swayed in the air, forming a floating arc.

An unknown joy suddenly rose in Shao Xiao's heart, and he firmly grasped the depths of his chest.

This joy gave him a cloud-like illusion... as if his own body had grown in the vast wind between the heaven and the earth.

Born in the wind, started with the wind, melted in the wind.

The young man opened his arms like a bird, his blood was boiling, perfectly fitting with every inch of wind, the sword flipped, his whole body turned up and down in the air, and his soul clamored for a more violent impact.

The young man seemed to be addicted, and the corner of his mouth rose into a perfect smile, which was actually full of arrogance.

The young man of Jianzong is naturally romantic, stepping on the sword and flying with passion.

Shao Xiao leaned back, his body fell into the endless wind, his robes were opened up to the maximum extent, covering the ubiquitous wanton and clouds.The yellow crane croaked, and sank down together with him, falling into the coolness of a cliff under the sky...

He raised his finger, and the mysterious sword rushed to his body like a shooting star in an instant, and Shao Xiao stood on tiptoe on the sword.

The wind gradually died down.

The breeze blew, the bamboo forest swayed, and the frightened birds flew.

Shao Xiao withdrew the black sword in his hand, concentrated his mind and calmed down, searching for the aura of the master.

Gu Hong let out a long cry.

In the bamboo house, no wind can get in, the bamboo fragrance is faintly mixed with the fragrance of the pages of the books, the bamboo table is scattered, and there are piles of rice paper lying around.

The ginseng king was so serious that he was rubbing ink.

Shao Xiao opened the bamboo curtain. "Carrot essence, where has he gone, master?"

This ginseng king is a mountain monster accepted by the master. It looks small and is no different from a three or four-year-old child in the world after its transformation. Two balls are tied on its head and it is shaking happily.

"Master Shao, Master Sheng, he has to enter the back mountain at this time every day, but he doesn't know what to do." Ginseng King, who looked like a child, replied sternly, with the same expression as the old gentleman who taught in Jianzong. "He told you to practice calligraphy first if you come."

Shao Xiao cried out in his heart when he heard the words.

He put down the mysterious sword and persimmon in his hand, and leaned against the corner of the table.

He would rather go down the mountain and kill a hundred ghosts than stick here like a frozen radish practicing calligraphy.

Although I think so, the teacher's life is difficult.

Shao Xiao sighed softly, raised his wrist, and gently dipped the thick end of the brush into the ink layer.

Ginseng King tilted his head slightly, and the ball on his head was tilted.

Shao Xiao took away the brush dipped in ink, and watched helplessly as a drop of ink fell from the tip, and an ink-colored flower exploded on the white rice paper.

Don't write first.

Reluctant to waste the paper, Shao Xiao turned the paper upside down.

Cover your ears and steal the bell.

Ginseng King looked calm on the surface, but he was really restless in his heart.

The posture of this hand is wrong, it should be tilted a little more.And this rice paper, why can't it be placed neatly, it can almost be smooth and stable, why does it have a side protruding out.

It seems there are creases.

hold back.

Ginseng King stared at the creases at the corners of the rice paper with fiery eyes, Shao Xiao didn't know why, and seriously thought about what to write.

"Shao."

Stroke by stroke, he made a serious move, and paused with some experience at the turning point.

A vertical.Receive the pen.

Shao Xiao leaned back and glanced at the word with raised eyebrows.

He turned his head and changed direction.

Change another one.

He retracted his chin, not the angle.

How to see how the dog crawls.

The door of the bamboo house was opened and closed gently.

Ginseng King silently announced his surrender.

A gust of wind sneaks into the bamboo house, bringing a subtle fruity fragrance.Shuo Shuo in the bamboo forest, Shao Xiao also belongs to Shuo Shuo, Shuo Shuo is the sound of gurgling water flowing under the bamboo hut.

He picked up a piece of rice paper again, the white surface was a bit dazzling, and the thickness was a little rough, as if it could hold broken silver in one hand.

The last time I directly called Master by his name was a hundred years ago.

pen to paper.

Ping Sheng, Ping Sheng, Ping Sheng, Ping Sheng...

If you don't love each other in your life, if you mention it, you will love it to the end.

Before I knew it, two words and two words filled the entire paper.

Shao Xiao paused his pen, resisting the urge to pull out another piece of rice paper.

These two characters seem to have some unknown curse, but the writing is so beautiful, Shao Xiao turned his head.One stroke at a time, the outline is strong, as if he has already painted it thousands of times.

But it still doesn't have one ten-thousandth of the master's skill.

Shao Xiao sighed lightly, put down his pen, and the sunlight penetrated through the window paper, distorting the light and shadow, forming ambiguous shadows.He stood up, leaned slightly and stretched, feeling the flow of blood in his body.

Stop practicing!Go to Tangyinlin to dig out the fruit!

The door was closed, and the corners of the rice paper were lifted by the blowing wind, and then hung out of nowhere, with slight wrinkles appearing on the silver rice paper filled with ink.

Deep laughter sounded in the bamboo house, and there was only one sound.

The rice paper was carefully rolled up and stuffed into someone's sleeve.

The persimmon by the wooden window was picked up and stuffed into the sleeve of this unknown person.

The young man outside the door is wanton.

The author has something to say:

Regardless of age in cultivating immortals, Shao Xiao (Yuan Yang) is a young man!

Don’t worry, you immortals, as we go round and round, these lives can actually be connected together (support your chin)

Also, now this mountain is not Tangyin Mountain, but there is also Tangyin Forest, which is one of the Xiaoyao Mountains (support your chin)

A hundred years have passed!

The little earth dog has double updates today!Is there any praise!