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The matter of becoming an immortal is just a legend, and I have never believed that there are so-called ghosts and gods in this world. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After standing for a while, he still went to the master's cave to say hello, but he didn't expect the master to get up early and sit on the ice jade bed in the outer stone room. After winter, this is where I sleep.

"Master......"

I screamed, but I usually talk a lot in the morning. I don't know what's going on today, so I shouted and opened my mouth but didn't say anything.

"Hmm."

The master has always only spoken one sentence.

"I've cooked you hot soup, go drink it."

"Huh? Oh. Thank you, master. ”

I was stunned for a moment, but the master had already turned around and walked towards the stone chamber inside. I didn't continue to ask, but I was still very happy. Because my soup is usually only available at noon, I didn't expect it to be early today. It just so happens that I am not very well, and it feels quite good to drink some hot soup.

After eating something, the master had already returned to the stone chamber. When he saw me come out, he didn't say much, pointed to the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the stone table and said, "Bring these things with you." ”

What's the situation, do you want to learn to write today???

On a high ground on the east side of the valley, a bluestone table is placed in all directions. There is also a stone seat in front of the stone table. The smooth tables and stools were also covered with a layer of snow that glistened in the sun.

The master stepped forward and gently wiped his right hand on the table, and the snow on it magically melted quickly. The master never said what the exercises she practiced were, but this exercise could actually communicate with the ice and snow in the natural world. Absolutely extraordinary.

I took the initiative to put all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in my hand on the table, and then used the round stone inkstone to collect a ball of clean snow, stand on the edge of the table and start grinding.

"Master, do you want to write?" I still couldn't help but ask.

At this time, the master had already spread the snow-white rice paper on the stone table, and pressed it on the four sides of the paper with a few pieces of pressed jade.

"It's not me who wants to write, it's you."

As he spoke, the master walked up to me and took the inkstone from my hand. Motioned for me to sit down and write.

"......" is speechless, I want to die, how can I take out my words to meet people.

"Forget it, master, I still have to practice!" I scratched my head and said awkwardly. However, the master completely ignored what I said and continued to study the ink.

Because the stone table was low, she could only bend over while standing in front of the table, and a strand of hair floated playfully in front of her forehead. At any time in winter, the master is still wearing a thin plain shirt, coupled with a blue ribbon tightly binding the slender waist, and the jade peak on his chest looks particularly full and attractive. At this time, she looked at the inkstone in her hand very seriously, her face was full of concentration, and she meticulously polished the ink in her hand little by little. It's really like a well-behaved girl who serves literati and inkmen in the scholarly garden.

Thinking about it, I can't help but blush, and I have always restrained myself from blaspheming my master, but the master is too beautiful and seductive.

I quickly lowered my gaze, but I watched her jade fingers elegantly pinch a piece of ink stone and grind it in the stone inkstone. The snow had turned into water, and the ink with the ancient fragrance was fainting in the water. The quality of the ink is excellent, and the ink is extremely rich and black, and it also makes the master's fingers as white as jade.

"Alas......"

I sighed and retracted my thoughts. I had to write the master's name - Bing Rong.

To be honest, in fact, the ancient martial arts families are relatively retro, and almost everyone will learn calligraphy. But I didn't have a mother when I was a child, and no one taught me this. I just followed the children of the Qiu family to learn calligraphy for a few days. After listening to the old gentleman's self-introduction for a few minutes, I went out to find a friend and went racing together, I didn't even know how to take the brush.

So, after I wrote down two words that I didn't know with a pen, I couldn't read them anymore, so I painted them into two black balls.

"Poof......

When the master saw my actions, he couldn't help laughing, and the smile that bloomed at that moment was like a flower, and I was directly distracted. When the master saw that my eyes were like two hooks, he glanced at me and immediately recovered. However, the expression is no longer indifferent, but with a subtle smile.

Has the master changed sex...... But the master really looks good when he stands up, and I am fascinated when I see it......

"Master, this ...... I really can't! ”

I finally reacted, and quickly stood up and pulled the master to sit down. Put away the two black balls you wrote and replace them with a new piece of snow-white paper.

The master jade fingers elegantly held the pen barrel and gently contained ink on the stone inkstone. The hairs that I messed up immediately became soft.

"Master."

The master wrote my name, and the brush was like an obedient child in her hand, and the tip of the pen flexibly scratched the white paper, leaving thick and faint ink marks. The three words were written in such a coherent manner that I admit that my own name has never been written so well.

She writes in cursive, and all three characters are joined together by a clever stroke. After reading it, I didn't expect the words of a girl to be so ...... So imposing!

Her words are not that majestic, but they reveal a fresh and elegant, and every word exudes a sword-like sharp air from her bones.

That's right, it's sharpness. I looked at these three simple words, and my name was all too familiar to me. But at this time, looking at the three words written by the master, it seems that what is read is not a word, but a sword...... No! A swordsman with a sword!

Maybe this is the real intention of the master to teach me to practice calligraphy.

"Write an hour every day from now on, just write your name." The master stood up and said.

"Hmm."

I sat down and did not rush to write, but continued to look at the words written by the master and studied them carefully. The three simple words seemed to be a bottomless pit that drew all my thoughts into it.

On the surface, the master's handwriting is only very chic and beautiful compared to mine. In fact, every thickness or turn in her words contains an infinite number of meanings.

Meaning, in itself, is a presence that is difficult to capture. It can only be comprehended.

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"Poof!"

I spat out a mouthful of blood, and the white paper that had not yet written a word was stained with blood. Slowly opened the eyes that I didn't know when I closed, it was pitch black all around, the stars were twinkling in the sky, and it was already night? I sat like this for a whole day.

A white handkerchief was handed to me by a jade hand, and I took it and wiped it off my mouth. A faint fragrance came into my nose, and my depressed mood relaxed.

I looked up and saw a pair of beautiful eyes full of distress. The master didn't leave, but was afraid that the ink would dry out, so he continued to stand aside and help me sharpen the ink. Even if he is a martial artist with profound internal strength, he will be extremely sour and sleepy if he keeps grinding ink all day......

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