The place under the jurisdiction of the Zhao Dynasty is very large, and Mo Xiaotian and his party have been driving for three days, but they still haven't gone through the territory until now, not to mention that there is such a big place outside the Zhao Dynasty, the situation in the territory of the Zhao Dynasty is very stable, and the road is unimpeded.

If you meet an inn along the way, stay at the inn, but when it gets dark, you still don't meet the inn, everyone can only stay on the spot, and someone has to be on duty at night, which is hard enough.

Mo Xiaotian is in this team, these days have not come in handy, his current role seems to be to ensure that the princess can not get sick, thinking of this, Mo Xiaotian couldn't help but smile bitterly.

And it's been three days, and his voice is still speechless, which really makes Mo Xiaotian a little uncomfortable, and it stands to reason that he should get better soon with his own strength.

"Maybe there's still a lack of water. ”

Mo Xiaotian thought like this two days ago, so along the way, he drank water I don't know how many times, along the way, everyone was very strange, but he couldn't speak, and he couldn't ask a name.

Finally on the third day, Mo Xiaotian was suffocated, he wanted to find someone to talk to, so he said a few words to Jian Niang, after Jian Niang heard it, she was stunned at first, and then she covered her mouth and laughed, obviously amused by Mo Xiaotian's voice.

No one could understand his words, so he used other methods to make them understand, on this day they met an inn, he directly took the boss used to keep accounts, and then took his pen and ink, the boss was going to be angry, but then a white silver appeared on the table, the boss immediately smiled, and immediately took a few more empty account books from under the counter, and handed them to Mo Xiaotian,

He was not polite, he accepted all the orders, and now he finally felt a little more comfortable, and immediately began to write what he wanted to say these days, and within half an hour, a thick account book had been written.

Mo Xiaotian happily showed it to Jian Niang first, but Jian Niang read the words he wrote for a long time, and only a few words could be understood, and the rest of the words were all incomprehensible.

In the past few days, Jian Niang also knew that he was an idle master, and told him with a smile that his words were too ugly, not ordinary people really couldn't understand them!

Hearing this, Mo Xiaotian couldn't help but pick up what he wrote again, looked at it, and he could understand it completely, could it really be that his handwriting was too ugly?

So he showed the words he wrote to several other brothers, but in the end, no one knew him, and Li Qing even laughed: "Which grandson wrote this, didn't you deliberately embarrass you?" This made Mo Xiaotian bitter and unable to speak, so he had to be forced to admit that his handwriting was indeed too ugly.

That night, Mo Xiaotian still persistently wrote his own words, and finally couldn't write anymore, slapped the pen directly on the table, took the account book and walked towards Zhou Jian in the next room, opened the door, Zhou Jian was startled, and saw Mo Xiaotian walking in violently, he couldn't help but panic, thinking that he had done something wrong?

"First, sir, do you have something to do with me?"

"Ahh

Zhou Jian was stunned for a moment, plucked his ears, and then looked at the paper and pen in Mo Xiaotian's hand, and suddenly realized, patted his thigh and said excitedly: "You want me to teach you how to practice calligraphy, right?"

Mo Xiaotian nodded excitedly, and then put the pen and paper on the table, Zhou Jian hurriedly sat on the stool, looked at Mo Xiaotian with a smile and said: "You are looking for me to find the right one, my handwriting is called a beautiful one, come on, come on, you sit down a little, I will teach you!"

Saying that, Zhou Jian moved another stool and asked Mo Xiaotian to be next to him, and Mo Xiaotian nodded excitedly.

"Sir, you see, this horizontal is written like this, and this one is written like this!"

Mo Xiaotian pinched his chin with one hand and nodded disapprovingly.

Seeing that Mo Xiaotian was studying so seriously, Zhou Jian's interest gradually rose, and he secretly said in his heart: "Even if you don't sleep tonight, you have to teach Mr."

So this teaching was overnight, and when it was just dawn, Zhou Jian couldn't support it anymore, yawned several times in a row, and couldn't help but be a little admired when he looked at Mo Xiaotian's serious face.

He yawned and smiled at Mo Xiaotian: "Sir, you have studied very fast this night, and you are about to catch up with me, this day is about to dawn, why don't you go back to sleep first!"

After Mo Xiaotian finished writing the words one by one, he waved his hand at Zhou Jian, signaling him to sleep first!

Seeing this, Zhou Jian no longer shirked, and directly fell asleep on the bed.

After two hours, everyone got up one after another, ready to go, and Zhou Jian was also woken up by Mo Xiaotian at this time.

Before leaving, Mo Xiaotian asked the boss for three more account books, and another ingot of silver, and the boss was happy in his heart!

On the way, Mo Xiaotian sat in the carriage and looked at Jian Niang with a smile, Jian Niang was a little funny, this guy had been laughing since he got up early in the morning, so he couldn't help asking, "What are you laughing at?"

In the past few days, Jian Niang also knew that Mo Xiaotian was not so difficult to get along with, but still wanted to be like a child, and she regarded him as a younger brother.

I saw Mo Xiaotian smiling and picking up the pen and paper and writing on the paper one by one, and after a while, a page of paper was full of words, and then, he showed it to Jian Niang with a smile, Jian Niang also took the paper curiously to take a look, and immediately covered her mouth and laughed, "Why are you writing this word so ugly!"

Mo Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, looked at Jian Niang puzzled, and kept gesturing with his hand, indicating that he had learned it last night.

"Uglier than your previous words!"

This sentence was like an invisible blade piercing into his heart, Mo Xiaotian covered his wound in pain, and he was directly hurt by Jian Niang's words.

He couldn't believe that the results of his hard work overnight were uglier than his previous words.

Jian Niang looked at him with some amusement and chuckled, "Who taught you?"

Mo Xiaotian suddenly raised his head and turned his head directly to look outside, Jian Niang saw this, and immediately understood, and couldn't help laughing when she saw his bitter and hateful appearance.

The more Jian Niang laughed, the more angry he became, the result of his one-night practice was actually worse than before, who could be blamed for this, he naturally wouldn't blame himself.

So Mo Xiaotian gradually transferred his anger to the initiator, he couldn't write well, why did he have to teach himself.

The more he thought about it, the more angry Mo Xiaotian became, directly opened the curtain of the carriage door and locked his eyes directly on Zhou Jian.

At this time, Zhou Jian slept for two hours and was sleepy to death, still yawning.

But in Mo Xiaotian's eyes, he was mocking himself, was it tolerable or unbearable, Mo Xiaotian jumped directly from the carriage and jumped directly onto Zhou Jian's horse, which frightened Tang Yu next to him.

Seeing Mo Xiaotian directly locked Zhou Jian's throat and roared hoarsely, Zhou Jian was instantly awakened by such a lock, and when he heard Mo Xiaotian roaring, Zhou Jian was a little stunned, not only him, but several people around him looked confused.

"What's wrong, sir?"

Mo Xiaotian kept locking his neck, and at this time he wanted to strangle him, it was too embarrassing.

When Jian Niang heard the movement, she immediately opened the door curtain, leaned out with the child in her arms and came out to take a look, and when she saw Mo Xiaotian's angry look, she instantly knew the reason.

"Zhou Jian, did you ask Mr. to write?"

Tang Yu was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at Jian Niang with some doubts, Jian Niang didn't explain, and then showed him the words that Mo Xiaotian had written just now, Tang Yu suddenly laughed, "What kind of strange writing is this, it's so ugly, it's ugly and quite picturesque." ”

The others also came around to take a look, and they also laughed, Jian Niang looked at them playfully, and said lightly: "This is written by Mr."

Hearing this, everyone's laughter stopped abruptly, and they looked at Mo Xiaotian incredulously, as if they understood something in an instant.

Niu Yong looked at Zhou Jian, whose face was already flushed, and asked, "Mr. can't you teach him, right?"

Zhou Jian desperately grabbed Mo Xiaotian's arm, but he couldn't do anything at all, and when he heard Niu Yong's question, he replied casually: "It's me, what's the matter, isn't it good-looking!"

"Ahhh

Mo Xiaotian was even more angry when he understood Zhou Jian's words, one pair of hands was not enough, Mo Xiaotian clamped his two feet directly between Zhou Jian's stomach, and the clamp became tighter and tighter.

Zhou Jian smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, what's wrong with you?

Jian Niang smiled, and before she could speak, she heard Mei Gaochao mercilessly mock: "Your words are too ugly, you dare to call Mr., no wonder you look like you are going to kill you now!"

Zhou Jian was stunned for a moment and muttered: "How is it possible, the words that belong to me are the best in our place." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Xiaotian roared in his ear again, and everyone felt a little pity for Zhou Jian when they saw this, and then Tang Yu couldn't see it, so he whispered to Jian Niang: "Jian Niang, why don't you persuade Mr. Don't really kill yourself when the time comes." ”

Tang Yu knew that Mr. had been 'chatting' with Jian Niang three times twice in the past few days, although he couldn't speak, but at least Jian Niang could see a little bit of it, but their rough men's minds were naturally not as delicate as women's, and at this time, I was afraid that only Jian Niang could persuade Mo Xiaotian.

Jian Niang nodded after hearing this, and then said to Mo Xiaotian: "Xiaotian, let him go, I will teach you to practice calligraphy." ”

Mo Xiaotian, who heard this, was stunned for a moment, and looked at Jian Niang with some suspicion, meaning that it wouldn't be like Zhou Jian, right?

Seeing Mo Xiaotian's eyes, Jian Niang suddenly said with some anger: "If you want to learn or not, there is only one chance." ”

Hearing this, Mo Xiaotian immediately let go of Zhou Jian, and then returned to the carriage with a light jump, and everyone couldn't help but light up, secretly saying that it was so light!

Zhou Jian, who was let go by Mo Xiaotian, gasped for breath, and just wanted to say a few words, but was stared at by everyone, Zhou Jian opened his mouth and forcibly held back the words.

Jian Niang looked at Mo Xiaotian and chuckled, "Come in!"

Mo Xiaotian nodded hurriedly, and then followed, after sitting down, Mo Xiaotian immediately put the pen and paper in front of Jian Niang, Jian Niang was stunned for a moment, waved her hand and said: "Let's not practice first, I'll teach you how to feel the heart of practicing words first!"

"The heart of practicing words?"

Mo Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, why don't you just practice a word, and still have these famous halls?

Seeing his puzzled eyes, he said angrily: "You think that practicing words is so easy to practice, and if you want to practice a good hand, you must first know what the heart is." ”

Jian Niang paused for a moment and said seriously: "Practicing calligraphy is to express what you want in your heart, if you don't follow your heart, the words you write will naturally not look good." ”

Mo Xiaotian was a little stunned, and then thought that he couldn't speak and was suffocated to death in the past few days, and quickly nodded in agreement.

"The joys and sorrows of life, the ups and downs need to be felt carefully, when you are in a good mood, the words written have a cheerful atmosphere, but you are in a bad mood, the words written must have a kind of emotion on it, although you want to hide your emotions, but your words will tell others ......"

Mo Xiaotian looked at Jian Niang as if he didn't understand, but he was very interested in listening to what Jian Niang said, and gradually his originally impetuous heart gradually calmed down.

In the next hour, Jian Niang has been talking about what is the heart of practicing words, and the brush on the table has not been touched, but after listening to Jian Niang's narration, I feel a lot, and there seems to be a trace of mystery in it.

"Go out and feel good, young lady is hungry. ”

Mo Xiaotian nodded dumbly, then walked out of the carriage and sat with Tang Yu.

Tang Yu saw that Mo Xiaotian was staring ahead in a daze all the way, and he was a little puzzled, thinking that this Jian Niang was teaching him to practice calligraphy?

Immediately, Tang Yu shook his hand in front of his eyes, but there was still no response, so Tang Yu sighed and had to give up.