Anonymous Artist 6
In the room, Wushuang unfolded the letter: "Wushuang my sister." ”
Mo Xiaobei drew a snake on the side: "It's Wushuang, my sister." ”
Zhu Wushuang glanced at her: "Do you really think I don't know words?"
Xiaobei smirked twice, with a flattering face: "Hehe, then you keep watching, continue watching." ”
"It's like a letter. ”
"It's the ...... of the meeting" As soon as he saw Wushuang looking over, Xiaobei immediately spoke, "That's what it means, right?"
Qiu Xiaodong also patted his ass on the side: "I know this, I am really educated." ”
Wushuang was full of ambition and continued to read: "The second daughter of the ghost rabbit's order." ”
Qiu Xiaodong immediately corrected: "It's the order of Rosewood." ”
"Just you can!" Xiao Bei scolded Xiao Dong, and then continued to please Wushuang: "Sister Wushuang, you ignore him, continue to see, continue to see." ”
Zhu Wushuang had no confidence at this time: "Duguang is a flock of sheep." ”
"Lonely ......" Xiao Dong was just about to speak, but he saw Xiao Bei's threatening gaze, so he immediately changed his words: "When I didn't say it." ”
Zhu Wushuang felt very uncomfortable in his heart, "You say, I don't care." ”
"Sister Wushuang, what's wrong with you?"
"Doesn't she think I'm uneducated? ”
"No, he's his ......"
Wushuang suddenly lost his temper: "He, he, he, how cultured he is, he knows all kinds of strange words." ”
Qiu Xiaodong replied casually: "These are all commonly used words." ”
"You can die if you don't say a few words!" Xiaobei directly pushed Qiu Xiaodong aside, and then comforted Wushuang, "It's not commonly used, it's not commonly used, and some words I don't even know." ”
Then he also wrote, knowing that I had not studied for a few years, and wrote this kind of letter to humiliate me. Lu Xiucai, deceive people too much, Lu Xiucai, Lu Xiucai. ”
In the hall, Wushuang forced Xiucai into a corner.
"Say, what the hell is going on?"
Lu Xiucai hugged his head and looked aggrieved: "How many times have I said it, that letter really wasn't written by me, I swear to God." ”
"It wasn't you who wrote it?"
Mo Xiaobei suddenly rushed out and began to frame Xiucai, "It's him, it's him who wrote it." ”
Lu Xiucai was also a little anxious, "Okay, okay, I wrote it, I don't have to copy a letter to write a letter." ”
"Copy a book, what kind of book to copy?" Xiaobei suddenly had a bad premonition.
"The order posture of the husband He Guiyi, the solitary world to show the group, this is obviously Tao Yuanming's "Leisure Fu". ”
Mo Xiaobei crossed his waist: "Qiu Xiaodong!"
Qiu Xiaodong sneered: "I'll transfer schools tomorrow, goodbye to you." "After saying that, he pulled his legs and ran.
Mo Xiaobei just wanted to catch up with him and clean him up, but was stopped by Zhu Wushuang, "Mo Xiaobei, come here." Sit down, what the hell is going on. ”
Lu Xiucai took the letter and asked, "Say, did you write it?" ”
Mo Xiaobei still didn't admit it when he got to this meeting, "No, it's Xiucai who has to write, I can't stop it." ”
Zhu Wushuang: "Why did he write to me?"
"I don't know what to do, he has a crush on you. ”
Zhu Wushuang: "Mo Xiaobei!"
Lu Xiucai: "What do you want to do?"
At this moment, Tong Xiangyu led Lao Bai down, "What's the matter, what are you doing, Xiaobei?"
Mo Xiaobei hurriedly denied it: "I didn't." ”
Zhu Wushuang: "Black and white." ”
Lu Xiucai: "The evidence is ironclad. ”
Mo Xiaobei collapsed directly and explained the matter: "I, I'm not doing it anymore." I've been busy for so many days just to keep you both in peace and harmony. In the end, I didn't say a word of gratitude, thanks, or touching words. They also joined forces to scold me and bully me. If I knew this, I should have gone back to Hengshan with Senior Brother Lu, and I would have left now to save my worries. ”
"Hey, Becky, Becky. ”
"You let go of me, let go of me. I kicked it, Xiangshan has no shadow feet. Silent and colorless, like a miracle. Don't touch me. ”
。。。。。。
In the lobby, the old man directly handed over a stack of drawing paper to the shopkeeper.
At this time, Xiaobei ran over and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"
Tong Xiangyu hurriedly put the drawing papers together, and then pressed them with his arms, "I didn't look at anything, I didn't look at anything." ”
Mo Xiaobei: "Let me see." ”
Tong Xiangyu immediately began to talk nonsense: "It's all some unhealthy things." ”
As soon as the words fell, the old man spoke: "What is unhealthy, who said it?"
"Isn't this a bad ear?"
"When you have drunk enough, your ears will be healed. ”
At this time, Xiaobei suddenly shouted: "Mo Xiaobao!"
The shopkeeper was startled, and subconsciously turned his head, Xiaobei took the opportunity to grab the drawing paper.
After seeing the drawing paper, Xiaobei was very surprised: "Huh, aren't these all Hengshan swordsmanship?"
Tong Xiangyu was taken aback: "How do you know." ”
"Haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? You see, this trick is a flat sand and a wild goose. This trick is a big wave sweeping sand. ”
"W-how is this possible? Oh, that encounter was like a ghost, and he asked the old man, "How do you know these tricks?"
"I thought to myself, when I was young, I went to listen to the commentary, and I was happy to hear it, and I drew two of it when I came back, and when I was eight years old, I also exchanged him for two meat buns."
"With whom?" asked the shopkeeper hurriedly.
"I can't remember the name, it's a steamed bun seller. ”
"Is it surnamed Mo?"
"Yes. ”
Tong Xiangyu only felt that his heart was about to jump to his throat: "Call Mo Taichong?"
"It's not. ”
The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief.
But before she could even out her breath, she heard the old man say: "That's his nickname, and he can't pronounce it as Mo Taichong (one voice), it should be called Mo Taichong (four sounds), he is a person, his temper is too short-tempered, and he specializes in fighting grievances for others, so he is very impulsive in everything he does, everyone persuades him, Mo Taichong Mo Taichong, after a long time, what is his real name, but he can't remember." ”
"In other words, the Hengshan Sword Technique was created by you?"
Mo Xiaobei on the side was about to collapse: "No, it's impossible." My grandfather's swordsmanship is outstanding, and he exterminated 8,000 bandits alone. ”
Old man: "I've killed bandits, eight." ”
"Eight?!"
Old man: "The yamen rewarded him with eight taels of silver, and he used the money to buy a mountain, and he also established a faction, and this faction is still there." ”
The dream of the hero in his heart was shattered, and Mo Xiaobei began to tear the painting......
"Tear it, tear it, it's already alive in my heart. ”
。。。。。
In the bedroom, Xiaobei was already crying into tears.
"Fake, all fake, the name is fake, the swordsmanship is fake, the legend is fake, and the head is fake. ”
Tong Xiangyu: "Nonsense again, you are also a fake?"
Mo Xiaobei: "I've never done anything that the head of the house should do, isn't this fake?"
Tong Xiangyu immediately opened his mouth and retreated: "Even if everything is fake, if there is one thing, he must be true." ”
"Which one?"
"Chivalrous spirit. Your grandfather, let's not care about his subtraction for now, he eliminated the bandits in a single batch. If it weren't for this, how could there be a later Hengshan faction based on a fake sword book alone. ”
"Then my grandfather has exterminated a lot of bandits, but what about me, what have I done? ”
At this time, Lu Xiucai spoke: "You helped me and Wushuang." ”
Zhu Wushuang also helped on the side: "Yes, yes, if it weren't for you, the two of us would still have an awkward relationship." ”
Mo Xiaobei: "If the two of you are really peaceful and harmonious, just make one for me." ”
Xiucai and Wushuang hugged each other.
Mo Xiaobei immediately burst into tears and laughed: "Oh, the head of this family officially announced that the matchmaker operation is over." ”
At this moment, the old man entered the house, "I should finish it, who is responsible for settling the bill?"
Bai Zhantang hurriedly stood up, "I, I'm responsible, I'm responsible, say okay fifty wen, come, give ten more." ”
The old man swept the copper coin in his hand, and his big mouth was about to grin behind the root of his ear, "Thank you, you will still look for me for this kind of thing in the future." Not only the sword spectrum, but also the boxing spectrum knife technique. ”
"Keep it for yourself. ”
"Oh, the point point, I've painted it, and I also gave it a particularly nice name, called Sunflower Point Acupoint. Later, I heard that a bunch of thugs were still practicing there. ”
The old man is gone......