Hagmu's face turned red again, in the small inn, she lived a lonely and stubborn life, carefully caring for her self-esteem, in the dead of night, she would take out the box of rouge gouache left by Li Yuanying for her, beat the pink cheeks, dot the red lips, turn in the mirror, and after a while, her face was red again, she was ashamed of her vanity, hurriedly washed her face, covered her head and slept, and after a few days, the little heart began to move again, and secretly took out the rouge gouache.

This is exactly the same as Li Yuanying, who was dressed as a man back then!

Jian Ning'er took the pen and ink, spread out a snow-white paper, the grassland is not as rich as the Central Plains, and the Central Plains is not as rich as the south of the Yangtze River, from north to south, the world is getting hotter and hotter, more and more rich, especially after the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Southern Liang Dynasty divided the river and ruled, the rapid development speed of the Southern Liang is by no means comparable to the other three countries, but it is a pity that the internal struggle is also more serious, resulting in today's situation.

Jian Ning'er demonstrated the gesture of holding the pen to the little girl: "Come and give it a try, it's not a pitiful gift to you, it's to let you feel the wonderful feeling of writing." ”

The little girl's palms were full of sweat, rubbing her clothes, holding the brush like a great enemy, the tip of the pen hovered in the air, trembling, a pair of eyes stared at the white paper stunned, this one did not matter, a large drop of black ink dripped along the tip of the pen on the paper, and the black ink droplets spread to the surroundings, staining the paper.

The little girl panicked, as if she had done something wrong, and was about to reach out to wipe the ink droplets off the paper, Jian Ning'er held her wrist: "Don't wipe it, otherwise the more you wipe it, the dirtier it will be, since it already exists, just continue with this point, what word do you want to write?"

Hagmu wanted to write, but never thought about what to write, she tilted her head and thought about it, and a word jumped out of her heart, and she didn't know how to get it, this word jumped out so suddenly, without warning, naturally: "I want to write a sword character." ”

Saying this word, the little girl lowered her head again, blaming the book "Yuanyuan Pavilion Sword Washing Record", sometimes the words and sentences on it would involuntarily jump out of her mind, especially inadvertently, the little girl would jump out of her mouth coldly, after speaking, she didn't realize that she had said a word, she should be busy with anything, but she often surprised the people around her, I don't know what kind of nerves this little girl has. In fact, the magic of "Yuanyuan Pavilion Sword Washing Record" is by no means what Li Yuanying thought, a person like Hagemu who is full of talent, does not need to deliberately memorize, as long as he understates a few glances, he can benefit immensely, if Huang Chunfeng sees the little girl in front of him, he will praise her natural sword embryo and treat it as a piece of jade, and His Majesty the Emperor Li Yuanying does not have this kind of talent and roots, "Yuanyuan Pavilion Sword Washing Record" has been memorized eight hundred times, and it is just a kendo article, nothing more. When Huang Chunfeng took the old naughty boy to release swords everywhere in the world, he would always chatter: "When you meet someone, you are not ladylike." ”

In short, Shi Jian Xian did not meet the right person at the right time, if he met Hagmu, he must be able to wake up happily when he sleeps, and he can be blind when he dies, so that he can't help shaking his head like every time he sees Li Yuanying, and he can't wait to grab the ground with his head and slap his ears.

At this point, the little girl and Li Yuanying are very different, the difference between clouds and mud, the little girl is the sky and the clouds, and Li Yuanying is the earth and the mud.

"Writing the word sword, it's good, this word is easy to write, the swordsman, the murder weapon, the person with a heart writes it, there is a sense of compassion, the person with an evil heart writes it, there is a murderous spirit, everyone has a different feeling when it is written, see what you can write. Jian Ning'er said with a smile and bowed her head.

Hagmu looked at Jian Ning'er infatuatedly, and felt that the other party was so knowledgeable, it would be good if he could do this in the future, stabilized his mind, the little girl was calm and calm, and slowly put down the pen, the first stroke, too hard, thick and stiff, as if there was an extra scar on a person's face, which was extremely ugly.

Seeing that the pen was slow, but in fact, she was in a hurry, Jian Ning'er reminded: "Don't be in a hurry, don't seek speed, just be casual, you shouldn't care too much about writing, it should be natural, and the words are born from the heart." ”

The little girl nodded, and wrote down the second stroke, still a little anxious, but it was much better than the first, the third, the fourth...... Gradually getting better, just like the moment she chopped firewood with a firewood knife, she forgot herself, if the sword word is split, a stroke of painting is taken apart, the little girl's words have a manly spirit, to the last stroke, such as thick, both form and spirit, sprinkled, giving people a kind of paving heroic.

Jian Ning'er was a little surprised by the little girl's progress, there are such a small number of people in the world, ordinary on the outside, beautiful on the inside, no matter how they are buried, they can't hide the light inside, unlike some people, who are ruined on the outside, such as their deep-thinking husband.

After Hagmu finished writing a sword character, he nodded, feeling that the last few strokes had a feeling, and couldn't help but shake his head, the writing was really ugly, if only he could write another one.

"Here, write another one. Jian Ning'er pointed to the blank space and asked the little girl to write another one.

"Good!" the little girl did not refuse for the first time, her face was full of bright and happy smiles, and she was about to pick up the pen to write, she couldn't help but look up to the south, and an indescribable feeling suddenly came to her heart.

"What's wrong?" asked Jane Ning'er.

The little girl put down the brush, stretched out her hand, and the firewood knife buzzed, volleyed into the air, and made a bang: "It seems that someone is coming." ”

Jian Ning'er was taken aback, this little girl actually has such a powerful martial arts?

Outside the inn, under the moonlight, the vast desert grassland suddenly sounded a wolf howl, one after another, and finally connected into a piece, the little girl was born in the grassland, grew up in the grassland, is very familiar with the wolf, knows how ferocious this cunning beast is, from this wolf howl, she heard...... Afraid?

The sheep in the sheepfold also began to be restless, and circled around the small sheepfold, and a few stupid sheep hit their heads against the wall, as if they were about to escape. The dart masters of the ambulance also woke up one after another, using the carriage as a shield to form a defensive formation commonly used by the darts of the Jianghu dart divisions, among which there were several crossbows that could only be seen in the army poked out their heads and pointed to the south.

Hagmu held a knife in front of Jian Ning'er, and slowly walked out of the inn, there were people in the south going north, the momentum was magnificent, and before he came here, the momentum had already set off a strong wind, when the head blew, the canvas on the flagpole hunted, and the sound became louder and louder, no longer like a whisper, but the person who was pinched by the throat was screaming wildly, and the grass on the land was also crawling towards the north.

Hagmu's clothes and Jian Ning'er's hair were all scraped to one side, and even the clouds in the sky retreated, drifting towards the north, and in an instant, the moon was bright and the stars were scarce, the sky was high and the wind was wild, and the air was dry, as if something was about to burst.