Qiu Fuzi nodded secretly in his heart, he had seen Zhang Yanchong break the ghost sword king with his own eyes, and knew that Zhang Yanchong's martial arts were high, but as a great Confucian, Qiu Fuzi naturally would not be able to look at a martial artist, until he heard that Zhang Yanchong really wanted to learn words from himself, so he looked at this young man differently, and at this time, he saw that Zhang Yanchong did not have a trace of the arrogance of a so-called master, and he secretly praised Zhang Yanchong. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The water pavilion is surrounded by painted stone benches, Zhang Yanchong and Fan Yingying occupy one side, and Qiu Fuzi is standing in the center, holding a book in his hand, this book is the same as the one in Zhang Yanchong's hand at this time, Zhang Yanchong is really like a well-behaved scholar, following Qiu Fuzi word by word, shaking his head and reading the book.

Fan Yingying obviously didn't have any intentions, because she had already memorized this "Luo Shen Fu", and she also understood that this was the book that Qiu Fuzi had to read in order to take care of Zhang Yanchong, after all, there are almost no books that Fan Yingying has not read now, and she didn't have to come, but she came.

Fan Yingying's gaze is always less on the book and more on Zhang Yanchong's face, Qiu Fuzi coughed lightly, Fan Yingying looked at Qiu Fuzi strangely, and after discovering the latter's gloomy face, Fan Yingying's face immediately turned red, and she couldn't wait to stuff her head into the book.

Zhang Yanchong did not pay attention to this episode, because at this time he found another exciting phenomenon.

As long as Zhang Yanchong has read the tongue-twisting articles, Zhang Yanchong will feel that these sentences are immediately deeply rooted in his mind, that is to say, as long as it is a book that Zhang Yanchong has read once, he can remember it.

This is one of the great benefits of a cultivator after he has spiritual sense.

Zhang Yanchong was a little ridiculous, he tried his best to find a good teacher to learn calligraphy, and he thought that learning calligraphy was so simple, and he knew that he would find a academy in the city casually, and just eavesdrop on it for a few days.

However, although he thought so in his heart, Zhang Yanchong did not stop reading, and after seeing Fan Yingying looking at the book again, Qiu Fuzi immediately began to read again.

The small lake water pavilion, the sound of books.

When the coolness of the early morning disappeared and the scorching sun shone on the lake, Qiu Fuzi said: "Zhang Yanchong, I'm going to the study to approve the copywriting, today you will read this article well, and I will take the test for you tomorrow." ”

Zhang Yanchong's face was as usual, nodded, and Qiu Fuzi said to Fan Yingying again: "Yingying, if you are really fine, help Zhang Yanchong, and see if he has something he doesn't understand, you can help explain." ”

When Fan Ying heard this, she was overjoyed and promised: "Yes!" ”

Qiu Fuzi glanced at a pair of young men and women sitting in the water pavilion with complicated eyes, let out an inaudible sigh from his mouth, and rode away without looking back.

"Zhang Yanchong, is there anything you don't understand?" Watching the teacher go away, Fan Yingying turned her head and looked mischievously at Zhang Yanchong, who was sitting on the stool, and said.

Zhang Yanchong had already memorized the book at this time, where did he still need guidance, so he shook his head, Fan Yingying immediately pulled down his face and said, "How is it possible!" Don't say you can read this article just once, it took me a day to memorize it! Although Fan Yingying said very humblely, her expression was very proud, because Qiu Fuzi praised her at that time, "You are the student with the best memory I have ever met." "It's a great result in one day.

How could Zhang Yanchong bear to hit this proud girl, he suddenly had an idea, and said, "I really have something to ask." ”

Fan Yingying was even more proud, her face raised to the sky, and said, "I'll just say, let's say, if there's anything you don't understand, I'll teach you." ”

Zhang Yanchong raised the book in his hand and said, "You still have such a book." ”

Fan Yingying's raised face finally landed, and a question hung on her face, "Yes, what are you going to do?" ”

Zhang Yanchong said: "You can read it, right?" Zhang Yanchong looked at Fan Yingying as admiringly as possible.

The girl became shy and said, "No, it's almost." ”

Zhang Yanchong Huo Ran got up and said, "Where is your book, can I read it?" ”

Fan Yingying looked at Zhang Yanchong strangely and said, "What are you looking at, you can't understand it." ”

Zhang Yanchong said: "I'm curious, do I want to show it." ”

Fan Yingying's face suddenly turned red, and her originally proud voice turned out to be like a mosquito sound.

"Of course the book is in my room......"

It was the first time for Zhang Yanchong to enter the girl's room, and the room was filled with a strange fragrance, which made Zhang Yanchong blush and heartbeat when he smelled it.

Fan Yingying's face was also red, and even she couldn't imagine that she would bring a man into her house, "My father must have scolded me to death if I knew it!" Fan Yingying thought like this, but the corner of her eyes secretly aimed at Zhang Yanchong, expecting some kind of action, "What is the purpose of him making an excuse to come here?" Fan Yingying thought quietly.

"Hey, where's your book?" Zhang Yanchong's mood calmed down, remembered the purpose of his trip, and hurriedly asked.

Fan Yingying's face was even redder, she had to lower her head, scolded herself softly, and then walked to her bedside and pulled open the pink curtain.

Behind the curtain was a tall bookshelf, and the shelves were full of books.

Fan Yingying said: "It's all here, you have seen it, let's go quickly." ”

Zhang Yanchong also knew in his heart that this was not the place he should come, so he heard Fan Yingying say this and said, "Let's go." ”

But Zhang Yanchong took a step forward, Fan Yingying thought that Zhang Yanchong was going to do something, so she was so frightened that she quickly took a few steps back and sat down on the bed, but Zhang Yanchong didn't pay attention to Fan Yingying's reaction, but took out a few books from the bookshelf by herself, and walked out without looking back.

At this time, Fan Yingying's heart pounded in her chest like a deer, and it was not until Zhang Yanchong disappeared into the room that Fan Yingying supported her somewhat weak body.

"Just now, how could you have that kind of thought?" The girl thought to herself.

Zhang Yanchong was already outside the house, looking at the books in his arms, showing a smug smile.

Fan Yingying also came out, looked at Zhang Yanchong who was smirking, and said angrily: "What are you smiling at, why are you taking so many books, let's go!" ”

This is still the small courtyard of Fan Yingying's boudoir, and it is indeed not suitable to stay for a long time.

The small water pavilion was still safer, and the two returned to the lake water pavilion like thieves, Fan Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, and when she looked at Zhang Yanchong, she found that Zhang Yanchong was spreading the pile of books on the stone table in the water pavilion.

Fan Yingying said strangely: "Zhang Yanchong, what are you doing with so many books?" ”

Zhang Yanchong picked up a book, handed it to Fan Yingying, and said, "What is written in this book, can you read it again?" ”