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When the results of all the discussions were announced and Elder An left, the entire Enlightenment Pavilion exploded into a mess, especially the disciples who were about to be punished to Siguo Cliff were crying and crying.

But no one cares about them now, most people's eyes are all on the distressed but still beautiful face of the number one beauty list, the lips that are lightly pursed due to irritability are especially rosy, and the look of drooping eyes is silent Also very pleasing.

Yan Luofan, who was being watched, was lying on the letter, thinking about where he should copy the fifty times.

And Jin Shurong walked up to him at some point, pursed his mouth, and said, "Luoluo, I'm going to Siguoya for a day, don't forget to miss me."

Yan Luofan was stunned: "Have you never had a discussion?"

At that time, after hearing his grade C grade, he roughly read through the entire "Taoism" and did not continue to listen, so he was particularly surprised when he heard the news.

"Yeah." Jin Shurong lifted Kou Hong's finger to cover his mouth and yawned, with a very casual attitude, "It was supposed to be seven days, but the elder considered that I didn't come for long, so he magnanimously changed it to one day." .”

What she wanted was Luoluo's heartache. Although she didn't care about the punishment, she still said it exaggeratedly, "I heard that the ice is biting to the bone, and I don't know if I can come back alive."

There is no need to worry about this, Yan Luofan recalled the troubles that happened two days ago, and showed embarrassing relief: "The ice and snow on the Siguo Cliff have melted, and it hasn't recovered in the past few days, so it won't be as cold as before. "

Jin Shurong didn't expect to get such a reply at all, so he stretched out his hand helplessly: "Then I'll help Luoluo copy "Tao Lun" in Siguo Ya."

This is the beginning of the conversation, all the disciples of Wu Pavilion who have not left are clamoring, vying to show their spirit of helping others, "I write beautifully." "I'll help my junior sister to copy, I write very fast." "Come on , with your bad handwriting, do you want to make Elder An even more angry?" "Do you mean to go to the martial arts showdown?"...

Seeing that it was about to turn into an unfocused melee, Yan Luofan quickly stood up as the central figure, and said nervously: "Thank you for your kindness, but I already have someone to help."

Hearing that, as the first person to propose, Jin Shurong naturally substituted in. Just as she was about to put her hips on her hips, her chin was already raised, when she heard Luoluo say to her:

"Even if Siguoya is not as cold as before, it is not easy to write. Just resisting the wind and cold is already very tiring. This is the fox fur I used when I went there before. It is very resistant to wind and snow. You take it."

Jin Shurong didn't react, and took the white fox fur foolishly, "Luoluo is so good."

As soon as he finished saying this, and was about to continue to exchange some pleasantries, a senior brother came outside to urge him, shouting: "Why haven't the disciples who are going to Siguo Cliff come out this time, are you waiting for me to invite you? Don't say senior brother If you don't give you face, you can take this heart-warming jade."

As the voice became clear, the figure also walked into the Wu Pavilion. It was Song Qingwang who was "released early" two days ago, and now he is showing off his might again.

Jin Shurong was a little bored, so he had to go to get warm jade with other disciples.

But Yan Luofan blinked his eyes and turned his attention to Yin Ciyue. He walked to the side of the table in two or three steps, tilted his head and asked cheekily: "Your fiancée was punished for copying because of your lack of thoughtfulness. Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

Yin Ciyue first set her eyes on the jade-white ten fingers on the red-brown table, and raised her head after seeing the powder on the fingertips: "So?"

Hearing the doubtful inquiry, Yan Luofan pretended to cough, cleared his throat and said, "You have to take responsibility and help me copy."

Yin Ciyue turned her head, her posture was natural: "Okay."

"Okay?" Yan Luofan wondered if he had missed the word "no", his peach blossom eyes widened, showing surprise on his face.

To be honest, his request was just to show his unreasonable trouble, and he made some strong words by the way, but the rest of the line plan was blocked by this light and good word.Yin Ciyue is the protagonist, can you think about this question again before answering?

Asking someone else to copy it for you is opportunistic, how can the honest, pure, and well-behaved protagonist agree?

Faced with doubts, Yin Ciyue had no idea what was wrong with what he had done. The request was made by a liar, and he was responsible for agreeing. However, "Why are you so surprised?"

The banquet falls and the sails are at a loss for words.

Yin Ciyue didn't bring up the topic, but asked: "Could it be that you thought I wouldn't agree from the beginning?"

"That's not true!" Although Yan Luofan felt guilty, his voice was very loud, "I was just thinking about how much I would like you to copy, and now I have thought about it, a total of 48 times, you help me copy [-] times."

It is too much to this extent, and it is not appropriate to be rejected.

Yin Ciyue naturally refused, but looking at the eyelashes of the little liar who was trembling nervously, the reason he gave was not boredom, but, "Elder An will carefully check five copies before and after, and I will only copy forty copies for you. .”

Yan Luofan: "...how do you know?"

"Of course I said it!" Song Qingwang, who had finished distributing the warm jade, interrupted the conversation between the two forcefully, first heaved a long sigh, and then said in a tone reminiscent of the past, "I think I was punished every time I discussed the Tao because of my ugly handwriting, The copied letters are going to pile up into mountains."

Yan Luofan suddenly had a feeling of empathy, but the question was not clear, so he continued to ask, "When did you talk about it?"

The result was published immediately after the discussion, but no time was given.

Song Qing didn't remember clearly, so he gave a vague range: "Four or five days ago?"

Yan Luofan nodded, and the next moment he looked at Yin Ciyue viciously, his eyes piercing like a small knife: "So you already knew, why didn't you remind me?"

"Words can't be practiced in a day or two," Yin Ciyue turned her head and explained to the angry fiancee, "If I let you know in advance that you can only get a grade C if you are proficient in reciting Lun Dao, will you still be serious? ?”

These words hit the nail on the head, Yan Luofan asked himself, he really wouldn't continue to work hard, but this fact didn't prevent him from being stubborn, and whispered: "Anyway, it's your fault."

……

Jin Shurong, who was about to go to Siguo Cliff outside the gate of the Wu Pavilion, squeezed the fox fur in his hands, but couldn't be happier.

She was quite happy to see the conflict between the two before, but she heard the news that the two simply lived together before ten days had passed. She thought it was forced by the family, but judging from the current relationship, she was quite happy.

In her opinion, asking for help and punishment for copying is definitely not bullying. To elaborate, it is more like coquetry and blame, just like a kitten that doesn't feel pain when scratched.

Could it be that the two are already connected?

impossible.

"Miss You Yun, we have to hurry up."

Jin Shurong didn't turn his head back, his eyes gradually deepened: "I know."

Hurry up.

Before the two of them communicated with each other, it was not too late.

It is difficult to know the movement outside the door in the Enlightenment Pavilion. Many disciples scattered and left. Those who should copy and practice should practice. The grievance of a beautiful woman was vented.

Song Qingwang was only sent here to distribute warm jade. Seeing that his good brother was free, his first request as a martial idiot was: "Let's go, let's go to the martial arts stage together."

At that time, Yan Luofan evoked a polite smile and responded instead: "He won't go."

The third essence of the law of fineness: ignore the protagonist's own wishes, and proceed from the perspective that is beneficial to oneself.

Looking at Song Qingwang's shocked face, he felt a little bit guilty, but he still insisted on advocating, and even added: "Brother Ciyue wants to help me copy. He is very busy and has no time to go to the martial arts stage to fight."

Song Qingwang had no choice but to accept the reality, and was too lazy to ask his good brother for advice, so he asked helplessly, "Then when do you think he will be free?"

Yan Luofan asked involuntarily, "How do I know when he is free?"

Song Qingwang hesitated to speak, and the villain in his heart was crazily scratching his hair: You didn't leave him behind, so why are you asking me the other way around?

You don't need to think about it to know that Yin Ciyue's "ears" will never refute what his fiancée said, and will even be happy to connive and help fuel his arrogance.

At this time, Yin Ciyue finally spoke and gave a vague deadline: "Wait until she can practice her calligraphy well."

Song Qingwang subconsciously blurted out: "Then this life is considered empty."

Yan Luofan: "..." Even if you think he's not good at training, can you say it a little more reservedly?

Unavoidably a little angry, Yan Luofan's guilt was wiped away, he patted the table heavily, and reminded: "We are going to start practicing calligraphy, if Senior Brother Qingwang is fine, can you stop disturbing us?"

Song Qingwang knew he had made a slip of the tongue, shrugged his shoulders, turned around and slipped away, and when he immediately walked out of the door of the Wu Pavilion, "Anyway, I didn't practice at all in those five years."

It turned out that Yan Luofan chose to forgive based on his own experience. After all, he had practiced poking secretly for three years, except that he was no longer like a ghostly talisman and could barely understand it, and he had no sense of beauty at all.

But Yin Ciyue naturally didn't think so, he signaled Yan Luofan to sit aside, he had already found the rice paper from the storage bag, and arranged: "You only need to copy ten times, don't worry about the speed of writing these ten times, as long as you write each time Just try to write every word well.”

Duplicate and meaningless transcriptions are just a waste of time.

Yan Luofan took the paper and didn't know where to start, so he laid the paper flat first, "Okay."

Yin Ciyue saw the helplessness of the people beside her, and took out a model sample from the storage bag, and handed it over: "I copied it once, and you write it facing you."

Yan Luofan turned the pages of the book, and should say that the protagonist really deserves to be the protagonist. The words are flamboyant, and the pen is full of style.

But it's not easy for him to copy it. It's not that I haven't found everyone's calligraphy copying in the past few years, and it always looks bad when I write it.

When he picked up the pen, he couldn't finish the first point, and Yin Ciyue's gaze beside him was unbearable, "If you don't write, it depends on what I do. Don't forget that you have to copy forty times."

Yin Ciyue did not look away, but gave a reasonable excuse: "You must know the handwriting first, otherwise Elder An will notice something is wrong."

Yan Luofan had nothing to say, and he didn't think about how many words he had written when reciting "Tao Lun", could Yin Ciyue's mind still remember it?

So he was heartbroken and put the pen down.

"No," Yin Ciyue had already walked to his side, "the posture of holding the pen needs to be changed."

Yan Luofan was originally very satisfied with the point he just wrote, but he was hit all of a sudden. This was the pen-holding posture he had used for three years, so he could only raise his face and ask aggrievedly: "What's wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, the slightly cold hand of the person beside him had already held his hand. Because of the temperature change, he would inevitably shiver, but he couldn't take it back rashly. He honestly commented: "Your hand is a bit cold."

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