On the cloud chair of the Xuan Xuan,

The old man is so close,

But

Whether it is Baoyu, or attacking people, or Wang Shanbao, who has the strength of an old demon, it seems that he didn't see this old man.

Even Lingjue, who was a ghost elf, just shook his ears in confusion.

The old man came to Baoyu, on Baoyu's face and body,

Sniff carefully.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on the old man's baby-like face, and he pulled up Baoyu's sleeve and took out a floral soft topaz square inkstone.

Rough movements,

But

Baoyu didn't even feel the reaction, and was still looking at the magnificent scenery of Lushan Mountain.

The old man pinched the head of the soft topaz inkstone, and with a clamp of two slender fingers, he clamped out the nameless and white-robed little gentleman.

The nameless and white-robed little gentleman was still absorbing a foot of talent and spiritual spring, and half of it was snatched away by the old man, but there was no reaction, and he was still absorbing it beautifully.

The old man threw the half-foot-long talent spirit spring into his mouth, as if chewing a material bean, swallowed it directly, and then stretched out his hand, and the palm about the size of Baoyu actually reached into the ink of the soft topaz inkstone.

When the old man took his hand out, there was an extra stack of bamboo paper.

"Romance of the Three Kingdoms? Which Three Kingdoms is here?"

Muttering, the old man read the two and a half chapters, and the more he looked, the brighter his eyes became, and the more he looked, his fingers began to tremble nervously.

"It turned out to be a praise for the ninth-rate warriors!Guan Yu, Guan Yunchang, Zhang Fei, Zhang Yide, and ......

What a Dong Zhuo, what a hero! But especially damn it!"

The old man clapped his hands in admiration, rubbed his chin, and wanted to touch his beard, but he felt empty.

"Then Lu Bu is even more powerful, Lu Bu among people, red rabbit among horses, it seems that this Lu Bu has to have some plans with Guan Zhang, otherwise he wouldn't have written like this. ”

Just after reading the beginning, the old man roughly estimated the following plot, and then carefully looked at Baoyu.

No matter how you look at it, it's just a twelve-year-old child.

The old man patted Baoyu's cheek and sighed: "It is worthy of being the person that Scrooge has taken a fancy to, at a young age, he actually wants to write this kind of pioneering masterpiece in chapter hui. It's not poetry, it's not music, it's not a strategy, it's a life insight hidden between the lines of the story, and it's really atmospheric. ”

"Just ......"

"Where did a villain like you get so much insight into life?"

The more the old man looked at Baoyu, the more he liked it, and his hand itched out the ruler and knocked it on Baoyu's head, he couldn't help it, and wanted to do it again, then ......

Well, since you want to fight,

Then keep fighting.

Smack, smack......

After knocking more than a dozen times in a row, the old man gasped and continued to touch the soft topaz inkstone with a smile.

A brilliant silver page, caught between two fingers, slowly poked out of the inkstone.

Click.

The two fingers of the two snapped together, and they screamed in pain, and wailed into a whirlwind that swept away in the direction of the mountain.

"Baoyu, you good grandson!"

Ling Jue screamed in pain, suddenly stopped the footsteps of the black donkey's hooves, shook his body, and shook the first silver page smashed on his back to the ground with a loud bang.

The hard rocks were smashed into seven or eight pieces, and the first silver page was inserted into it.

Baoyu was stunned for a moment, jumped off the cloud chair, and put the first silver page and the two little gentlemen into the inkstone.

What's going on?

Baoyu is also circled.

Xuan's back was smashed and dented a little, and he jumped to his feet and scolded in pain, saying: "You literati, hum, you shit/shit literati! I said Baoyu, how old are you, why do you learn the bastard style of those literati? Isn't it just the broken scenery of Qinglu Mountain? Isn't it just that you see a few Baixia fairies? Why do you make a trance, and you can't control yourself to write an article?"

"Bastard! Idiot! You can write an article, don't be stupid enough to smash down more than 1,000 pounds of the first silver page......"

Baoyu's head was dizzy.

Don't?

I really saw the scene and fell in love, and involuntarily took out the bamboo paper and the first silver page?

But why don't you have a little impression?

Touching his head, ah, Baoyu couldn't help but exclaim, how could it hurt so much on this brain?

Wang Shanbao and the attackers came over to take a look, and saw several red marks on Baoyu's forehead, as if they had been touched by a branch.

The attacker scalded the gauze with demonic power, dipped it in blood-invigorating medicine, and wiped Baoyu's forehead.

While wiping, he complained about Jue Jue and said: "Master Jue, you have to look at it when you run, you look at the injury on the master's head, it must have been touched by a branch." ”

Xuan Jue twisted his horse's head back to look at it, clicking, gloatingly laughing.

There are several red marks horizontally and vertically, aren't they touched by tree branches?

With two rows of big teeth, Xuan Jue began to calculate:

Baoyu was beaten many times by the branches, although it was smashed once, but it is a sloped horse, a ghost elf, can resist thousands of pounds of heavy objects, this was smashed once by the first silver page weighing thousands of pounds, it seems that there is no loss.

Baoyu was more seriously injured,

Baoyu hurts more than it.

These two came up with it, and the black donkey was so happy that he lay on his back on the ground, and the four donkey hooves were throwing joy into the sky.

Gloat.

Baoyu kicked Lingjue, asked Lingjue to do a good job of the duty of the 'carriage', and then looked at the strange stones and green trees of Qinglu Mountain, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

It should really be in love when I see the scene, and my expression is in a trance.

Otherwise

Why didn't you notice when you were hit by a branch?

...

Qinglu Mountain Academy of Literature has a long reputation, and it is a good literary academy covering 17 large cities in the Great Zhou.

But when she reached the top of the mountain, Baoyu thought she was in the wrong place. I thought it was a pavilion, a small bridge and a flowing water, no matter how bad it was, it should be the same as the aristocratic school in the 21st century, a very gorgeous and comfortable place.

However, Baoyu only saw a hall, and a clearing.

The hall is a library pavilion, three black background gold characters towering on it, on both sides of the black wood gate vertical plaque, is a blank, as if waiting for the right sentence, can be written on it.

The open space is simple, hundreds of zhang in radius, paved with loess, there are weapon shelves around the edge of the clearing, eighteen kinds of weapons and nine Qimen weapons reflect the reflection of the noon sun, as if to compete for a high and low.

On the leftmost shelf, there is a three-zhang Fang Tian painting halberd, which particularly attracts the attention of others.

Baoyu looked around, and at this time, Jia Huan, Zhai Mingsheng, and more than forty new talents in the back also climbed to the top of the mountain one after another.

The stone steps up the mountain, the top one, are more than two zhang high.

Zhai Mingsheng used both hands and feet, and just climbed this 'stone step', he ran to Baoyu's side.

This sleek talent greeted the attacker, Wang Shanbao, and Xuanjue from side to side, and stood behind Baoyu, looking loyal and embraced.

"Huh?"

Zhai Mingsheng suddenly exclaimed.

"Second Master Bao, which one of your hands and head were injured?"

Jia Huan also went up the last 'stone step', driving thirty zhang Wen Mountain, with the blessing of strong righteousness, the action of jumping up was much more chic than Zhai Mingsheng.

And as soon as he reached the top of the mountain, Jia Huan walked away from Baoyu, but when he heard Zhai Mingsheng's exclamation, he walked over quickly with a smile.

looked at Baoyu's forehead carefully, grinned and said: "Brother Bao'er, this sister-in-law is really well treated, and the old lady's mount is carrying you, it's just ......"

Jia Huan leaned back with a smile and said sarcastically: "This mountain is high and densely forested, don't be stupid enough to hit the branches." ”

Baoyu shook his head, only thinking that Jia Huan was a disobedient child.

Well, it's not.

It's Brother Huan'er, a kid, who will help him take the blame in the future.

The Manmenjia Mansion is really a heavy burden......

The new talents are all gathered, and there are a lot of them, in several circles, large and small.

Jia Huankai's thirty zhang Wenshan did not shy away from it, and said directly, under the envy and admiration of the talents, there were seven or eight people around him, and in the total number of more than forty people, it was already a big circle.

Jia Huan is particularly proud, high-spirited, and has the taste of pointing out the country and scolding Fang Xuan.

The circle of these seven or eight people will become a lifter, a jinshi, and an official in the future, and they will be classmates with the best relationship. Perhaps, it is possible for him to let Jiafu regain the prestige of the founding of the country?

At that time, who would dare to say that he is a concubine?

Jia Huan sat down cross-legged in the direction in front of everyone, and seven or eight people behind him, in a trapezoidal shape, sat behind him.

With so many people following, Jia Huan's face was solemn, and above his small face, there was a vague three-point charm of Jia Yucun, and his posture was indifferently filled with arrogance, glancing at the place where Baoyu was.

This glimpse,

surprise

Anger!

The two fists unconsciously clenched into a pale joint.

The attacker tore the beautiful silk and spread it on the ground, allowing Baoyu to sit down.

At this time, Baoyu was sitting close to the rear, and there were nearly twenty white-clothed talents gathered behind him, and they were also sitting cross-legged like Baoyu, and under their legs, they were also covered with silk prepared by the attackers.

This demeanor,

This bearing,

This treatment,

Wei Shi is much stronger than the seven or eight people here in Jia Huan.

A few Xiucai behind Jia Huan glanced at each other, and some people wanted to stand up, sighed, but sat down.

Seeing their appearance, Xiucai behind Baoyu was still like Baoyu, and his face was unwavering.

on self-cultivation,

On demeanor,

The Xiucai behind Baoyu is also stronger than the one behind Jia Huan, not just one level.

The twenty white-clothed Xiucai glanced at each other, and set their eyes on Zhai Mingsheng's body, Zhai Mingsheng moved a few steps forward, leaned into Baoyu's ear, and said:

"Second Master Bao, my classmates said that even the little gentleman chose you, and they are naturally willing to follow you. ”

"Although you are the son-in-law of the Qingqiu Fox Clan, your "Linjiang Immortal" completely convinced me and others. ”

Baoyu nodded, turned around, and thanked the twenty white-clothed Xiucai one by one.

The white-clothed talents returned the salute, and the scene was happy.

And at this time,

Masters dressed in dark blue robes walked slowly from all directions.

Just step by step,

Eyebrows and eyes are lowered,

Place your hands quietly at your sides.

These are at least seven or eight dares, and they look like well-behaved children,

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