Xie Xiaoxian walked in front of Wang Yan, her face was almost full of admiration, she looked up at Wang Yan, with a respectful expression on her face, as if she was a student and Wang Yan was a teacher.

Xie Xiaoxian's expression of reverence was actually not an exaggeration at all.

Zhang Xu was a calligrapher in the Tang Dynasty, who was bold by nature and loved to drink, and was one of the eight immortals in Tang Dynasty wine. Zhang Xu's calligraphy is wild grass, and he especially loves to drink and ink, so his words are more crazy and grassy, so he is called the grass saint by later generations, which means the saint of cursive.

It is also one of Zhang Xu's masterpieces, and it is Xie Xiaoxian's favorite calligraphy, which is usually hung in the office and watched by ****.

Although many people usually come to Xie Xiaoxian's office, there are not many people who can know it, and even because the handwriting is too sloppy, everyone doesn't think that it is written in words.

In the entire school, only Principal Lang can recognize this, and it is precisely because of this that even though Principal Lang is very old, Xie Xiaoxian is also moved by him.

It's just that although Principal Lang can recognize this, he doesn't dare to say that he can copy it, because the handwriting is too sloppy, and the real calculation is like a drunken idiot, like a madness, even if it is written one stroke at a time, it will be dizzy to write.

At this time, hearing that Wang Yan could write, Xie Xiaoxian was really like catching a treasure.

She walked to Wang Yan's side, and as Wang Yan looked towards the wall, she only heard Wang Yan read slowly: "Dongming Jiuzhi cover, North Candle Wuyun car." Drifting into the inverted scene, haunting the smoke. The spring spring is under the jade slip, and the blue bird is to Jinhua. Emperor Han looked at walnuts, and Qi Hou asked thorn flowers......"

What Wang Yan read is exactly.

Hearing that Wang Yan could read it, Xie Xiaoxian believed that Wang Yan would copy it even more, and stood in front of Wang Yan with excitement on his face, and said softly: "Classmate Wang Yan, can you copy it in front of me?" ”

Wang Yan nodded and said, "Of course you can." ”

Hearing Wang Yan's promise, Xie Xiaoxian almost jumped up happily, she hurriedly ran to the desk, swept the things on the table aside, took out a piece of rice paper, spread it on the table, put the paperweight on it, and then personally studied ink for Wang Yan.

After a while, Xie Xiaoxian finished the ink, and she stood quietly at the table with her hands down, waiting for Wang Yan to come without saying a word.

Wang Yan walked to the table, raised his hand, and picked up the brush, which was stained with ink.

Just as she was about to put down the pen, Xie Xiaoxian hurriedly said: "Wang ...... Wang Yan, don't you have to look at the copy? Did I take the sticker off the wall? ”

It turned out that Wang Yan was standing with his back to the sticker on the wall.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "No need. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw Wang Yan drop the brush.

I saw Wang Yan's pen like a god, whirring and windy, really like a pen walking dragon and snake, chic and upright.

A total of 188 words, it can be seen that Wang Yan did not stop at all except for lifting the pen and dipping the ink.

At the beginning, Xie Xiaoxian was still staring at Wang Yan's penmanship carefully, watching the arrogant characters fall on the paper.

But later, Xie Xiaoxian felt dizzy and couldn't keep up with Wang Yan's speed of writing.

In desperation, Xie Xiaoxian could only look at Wang Yan who was writing from the pen to the arm, from the arm to the body.

I saw Wang Yan lifting the pen and ink, as if there was no one around, chic and free, like a god.

Xie Xiaoxian looked stupid for a while, her beautiful eyes stared straight at Wang Yan, and the crystal light in her eyes flashed, full of admiration.

Just when Xie Xiaoxian was stunned, she saw Wang Yan raise her pen and said with a smile: "Okay." Then he turned his head to look at Xie Xiaoxian.

Xie Xiaoxian was stunned when Wang Yan saw it, and immediately realized that she had lost her temper just now, and couldn't help but turn red, and hurriedly looked down at the sticker on the desktop to cover up her gaffe.

However, as soon as Xie Xiaoxian lowered her head and saw the pen and ink on the table, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise and was shocked.

Because she saw that what Wang Yan said was exactly the same as the one hanging on her wall.

Hanging on his wall is a copy of the rubbing inscription, Wang Yan's handwriting can be said to be no different from this copy, but it is full of spirituality, and it is completely better than the copy.

Xie Xiaoxian originally regarded the replica on the wall as a treasure, but when she saw Wang Yan's words, her copy was completely like garbage.

Xie Xiaoxian looked at the brush words blankly, and was stupid for a while, as if she was stupid.

It wasn't until the sky was bright and a ray of sunlight shone on the table that Xie Xiaoxian woke up like a big dream, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and turned to Wang Yan and said, "Wang Yan, you ......"

However, when he turned his head to look, he found that Wang Yan had long since disappeared, obviously leaving a long time ago, but he didn't notice it.

Although the office was empty, Xie Xiaoxian's eyes seemed to see Wang Yan standing in front of the desk, splashing ink freely.

Xie Xiaoxian couldn't help but feel weak, and sat down on the ground all of a sudden, she covered her beating heart, and muttered: "What kind of student is this, it is so charming." Needless to say, Bei Mingxue and Ouyang Feiting, even I can't hold it. ”

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At this time, Wang Yan had already returned to the dormitory.

Ma Jun was sitting in the dormitory, absorbing the moonlight to increase his cultivation, and when he saw Wang Yan coming back so late, he hurriedly asked about today's situation.

Wang Yan told Ma Jun about Xiahou's lack of fifteen and ten, but Xie Xiaoxian's matter was not mentioned.

Lying on the bed, Wang Yan didn't sleep, thinking in his heart: These demons really can't be treated with common sense, although Xie Xiaoxian is a teacher, she can't escape this strange circle at all. She was full of hostility when she first saw me, but after I wrote a word, she exuded the same aura as Xue'er and Feiting. What the hell is going on? I really don't get it.

But Wang Yan only thought about this question for a moment, and another thought flashed into Wang Yan's mind.

Xue'er and Feiting have been in danger many times recently, and they almost worried about their lives several times, even if they are with the two of them every day, there may be times when they are missed. In case the bad guys pick up the loophole, Xue'er and Feiting are powerless, and they will eventually be killed.

Is there any way to make the two never in danger.

Thinking about it, Wang Yan's eyes lit up, and the safest way was to let Xue'er and Feiting also inspire the magic pattern.

Thinking of this method, Wang Yan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone that had been blocking his heart also fell to the ground.

It's just that how to help the two of them activate the magic pattern is also a problem, and they can't keep running like Ma Jun.

What will be the magic pattern of the other two? Wang Yan also had some expectations in his heart.

After thinking about it all night, Wang Yan slowly fell asleep at dawn.

As soon as he fell asleep for a while, Wang Yan suddenly heard the door of the dormitory open wide, and saw Ma Junfeng rushing in.

Ma Jun went out for a run early in the morning Wang Yan knew, but he didn't know why Ma Jun came back so early.

I saw Ma Jun with a panicked face, rushed to Wang Yan's face, and shouted, "Boss, it's not good, Sister Xue'er is in danger!" ”

(What is the magic pattern of Bei Mingxue and Ouyang Feiting?) Do you have any good ideas? ）

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