Sword cuts mountains and rivers

There is a desk in the Jiange, and their first class in the Jiange is nothing more than talking about the rules and future requirements.

Xiao Junlan in the front began to read the name according to the roster, her voice was warm and cold, and it was the first day of the day, it would be considered a violation of the rules to be late.

Ye Wanqing read the book for a while, her voice paused slightly when she read his name, and he responded.

After reading all the names, it took only a quarter of an hour. Xiao Junlan didn't stay for long. After assigning tasks for their first class, he left.

Ye Wanqing only saw Xiao Junlan on the first day, and the elders of their Jiange came over in the afternoon, and they didn't see each other for about half a month.

His daily life was filled with sword practice and obscure classics. The elder Situ who led them was very responsible. There were not many of them, and they almost passed the sword moves one by one. They were not allowed to go back until the day was over.

Ye Wanqing's roots are very good, sword practice is not a problem for him, and his sword class ranks first among the students in the same period.Elder Situ had never worried about his sword engraving, but the classics were different.

He doesn't like to copy things, and he rarely writes on weekdays, and the words he writes are crooked.He handed in the excerpts and transcripts assigned by Situ the day before, but was beaten back by Elder Situ the next day.

"Look at the dog crawling characters you wrote. If you weren't my disciple, I would have thought you were illiterate."

There was laughter from below, and the corners of Ye Wanqing's lips tightened, listening silently without speaking.

"This kind of copying is not good, how can I memorize the classics..."

Some disciples booed at the bottom, "Elder, he can memorize it. We just tested him yesterday, and he recites it fluently. He just doesn't like writing."

Elder Situ glared at Ye Wanqing when he heard the words, Ye Wanqing could memorize it, he almost never forgot the classics, but the words were like this since he was a child, and the words he wrote were still the same.

"Writing is like a person, and you must not be impatient in your cultivation... From today on, you will spare time to copy books in our courtyard every night."

Ye Wanqing's eyelids twitched, and there was another burst of snickering. He got along well with the disciples of the same period in the past half month. Almost all of them were male disciples in this period, and there were only two female disciples.

He was the first disciple to be called to the elders' house, and the news spread quickly. Everyone said that the number one in this class wrote a good handwriting, what a good way, so good that he went to the elders' house copy books.

After Ye Wanqing practiced the sword, she went to find Meng Yi as usual. Meng Yi was in another period, so he waited outside the door for a while before Meng Yi came out.

The two of them have been busy for the past half month, and they only met each other after practicing the sword. Ye Wanqing's eyes fell on Meng Yi's forehead, and Meng Yi's expression was not very good.

Before he could ask, Meng Yi touched his forehead, and said in a low voice, "The elder punished me today, and the injury was caused by practicing sword."

It did look like a bruise, Ye Wanqing didn't think much about it, he saw that Meng Yi was in a bad mood, and said in relief, "Punishment is a common thing, and I was also punished, and I have to go to the elders to copy books at night."

"Is there any wound medicine in your courtyard?"

Meng Yi laughed when he heard the words, "I heard about this, the elder said your handwriting is ugly?"

"Yeah, they thought I couldn't read."

"There is no shortage of wound medicine in our courtyard." Meng Yi laughed again, "I will go to the Jiange to practice swordsmanship again tonight, Xiaoye, you should go back first."

Ye Wanqing gave a few more instructions and went back to her yard alone.It's been half a month since Jiange's class started, and the other person in his room hasn't come over yet, so that's fine, I'm happy to be free.

He practiced sword during the day, and went to the elder to practice calligraphy at night. The elder lived alone in the back mountain. On weekdays, he occasionally helped the elder chop firewood as a coolie.After more than ten days like this, Elder Situ saw him more and more satisfied, but his writing still didn't improve.

Elder Situ is not free every day. On this day, he just arrived at Elder Situ's courtyard at night, and all his things were packed. Elder Situ was obviously chasing people away.

He hadn't had time to be happy when he heard Elder Situ's words, "I won't be in Jiange for a while at night, and your handwriting still needs to be practiced. It just so happens that your senior brother is back from a mission, and I'll hand you over to him."

"I have already explained to him that in the future, you will pass every day, and the time will still be the same."

"Elder, I can also practice in my yard."

Elder Situ obviously had his own plans, so he gave him the things and sent them away, "Let your senior brother teach, how many people can't ask for it, you kid is still picky."

"Come back when you have grown up."

Elder Situ said that the elder brother was Xiao Junlan. Ye Wanqing was holding her classics, paper and pen, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled on the way, and she was reluctant to go there.

Originally, the back mountain was far enough away, but Xiaojunlan lived farther away, which meant that he had to drive double the distance every day... just to practice calligraphy.

What's more, Cen You and the others are all here, if they ran into them, they might be in trouble again.

He has heard about Xiaojunlan's missions. Even if people stay in Jiannan Villa, they don't stay for long. Xiaojunlan often goes out on missions, and it's normal for him to be away for ten days and a half months.

Thinking of this, Ye Wanqing felt relieved a little, that no one might be there, he just went back to practice calligraphy by himself after losing his mind.

There is a Yaoting Fairy Lake in Linghe Peak, where many spirit cranes are raised. Each spirit crane has a light posture, spreading its wings in the vast fairy mist, and being in it is like a fairyland.

When Ye Wanqing stepped into Mausoleum Crane Peak, a disciple went to inform him, and the disciple came out after a while and led him in, "The third son will come over soon, please trouble the young master to wait here for a while."

He was led into the main hall, where orchid incense was burning, and he found unclosed books on the desk, which showed that his luck was not very good, he didn't rush into nothing, and he happened to be there.

After a while he saw someone, Xiao Junlan seemed to have just come back from the outside.The young man is wearing a dark ocher silver wave robe today, and the blue cloud cloak he is wearing is lowered, and the cold air outside is on his body.

Those foggy eyes looked at him, and the voice was cold and warm, "Nineteenth Junior Brother?"

Ye Wanqing usually doesn't have much feeling for people's appearance, but now she has to admit that Xiao Junlan's face is indeed beautiful, she is the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

Especially those eyes, as if they were born with passion, but the master's eyes are cold, and the passion has turned into invisible ruthlessness.

Ye Wanqing stood up, and he responded, "Elder Situ asked me to come and find...Senior Brother Eleven to practice calligraphy."

"I already know about this," Xiao Junlan said, "From today?"

This is to ask for his opinion. Ye Wanqing has heard that Xiao Junlan has a good reputation. One of the reasons is that his gentle temperament is well known.

"Let's start today." Ye Wanqing thought that the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, and he can explain to the elder after finishing the practice earlier.

His book was put aside, Xiao Junlan's finger was caught at the corner of his eye, he smelled the faint fragrance of orchid, Xiao Junlan didn't touch his book, but asked him first.

"Are these classics copied by Junior Brother Nineteen?"

Ye Wanqing nodded, her thoughts drifted away for a moment, and she remembered that the two of them were separated by a screen in the teahouse that day, and the other party's voice came from their ears.

"Can you let the senior brother take a look?"

Don't you already have it in your hand?Ye Wanqing glanced at the classics he had copied on the paper, it was not an exaggeration to describe it as horrible, and he looked away after taking a look.

There is a date on the paper. He practiced with the elders for more than ten days. In fact, the elders told him to chop wood, or told him to play chess. ugly.

He felt very happy staying with the elder. Elder Situ was about the same age as his master, which made him feel very kind.

Xiao Junlan flipped through the classics he copied one by one, and after reading all of them, he took out a brand new piece of paper from one side.

Pressing her fingertips on the book case, Xiao Junlan said to him, "Since starting from today, Junior Brother Nineteen will first extract and transcribe it today, I want to see how Junior Brother writes."

His voice was still gentle and gentle, making it impossible to find fault with it. There was a desk next to it. The main hall was very large, and Xiao Junlan would not let him in other places.

Ye Wanqing picked up the pen as she said, and the inkstone was sharpened in a short while. When he was copying, Xiao Junlan was watching, and he felt a little nervous for no reason.

The corners of his lips were tightened, and when he wrote the pen, he drew a deep black dot on the paper, and the side of the pen tilted, leaving a mark on the paper.

The paper was white, Ye Wanqing calmed down and began to write slowly. He usually looks quiet, but in fact he is not very honest when he is alone.

Otherwise, he wouldn't just pass by if the elder told him to chop wood, and he wouldn't be so impatient when practicing calligraphy.

He wrote two lines, glanced to one side, Xiao Junlan was sitting by the window, his eyes fell on the book in his hand, his eyes were quiet like a painting.

Sensing his gaze, Xiao Junlan raised his eyelids, and his eyes were filled with gentleness through the foggy eyes, and asked him, "Can't write if you have words?"

Inexplicably, a small flame burst out of Ye Wanqing's heart, and when she met those eyes, the small flame went out again.

He clenched the pen tightly in his hand, replied "no", and continued to write, because he was not in a good mood, and he wrote quickly. He finished copying the classics in half an hour, but he finished it in two quarters of an hour.

"Xiao... Senior Brother Jun Lan, I'm done." Ye Wanqing almost shut his mouth, and put down his pen.

Ink was rubbed on her wrist, Ye Wanqing didn't pay attention when she stood up, her wrist almost touched Xiao Junlan's cuff.Before he could apologize, Xiao Junlan paused slightly, avoiding his wrist.

Xiao Junlan just glanced at it this time, and the last one was placed beside it. Obviously, she didn't make any progress at all, and the words behind were flying around, and she couldn't tell what was written at all.

"You have the wrong posture with the pen, and the handwriting is too sloppy. It takes a long time to practice repeatedly to change the previous font, so don't be impatient."

Ye Wanqing moved her fingertips but did not make a sound. What she said was true, and he soon heard the next sentence.

"Copy the one just now again, the time is half an hour, don't finish writing in advance."

Ye Wanqing met Shang Xiaojunlan's eyes, the other party's tone was gentle, but the words he said were not polite at all.

He remembered the elder's explanation, picked up the pen resignedly, and when he bumped into it, the people behind him approached him, he smelled the faint fragrance of orchids, and a pair of slender jade-like hands pressed towards him.

Xiao Junlan put one hand on his side, touched his fingertips with the other, and corrected his pen holding posture.

"The wrist needs to be hung up, and the left joint of the index finger should be exerted. Don't hold it so tightly."

Ye Wanqing felt a little uncomfortable with the breath falling on his ear, and the other side's face was as cold as snow, and he was led to write the word "Xiao", which was elegant and strong, exactly the same as the letter of commandment engraved on the boundary tablet outside.

It was not like the characters he could write. After writing the word "Xiao", Xiao Junlan let go of him, and he heard the gentle voice of a man.

"If you can't write well today...don't go back."

The author has something to say:

Xiaojunlan: The first character I taught my wife to write was my last name.

Ye Wanqing: Hypocrite, bah.