"It's a thousand miles to ride alone!"

"What a good carmine horse, blood-red as jade......"

Subconsciously, Baoyu threw out the floral soft topaz square inkstone, took out the fire black and chihao, and a piece of ten-button paper with a hundred taels of silver.

But he didn't know that when he came out of the phrase 'rouge horse', Luo Changying's face was already full of murderous energy.

"What a disciple, looking at Da Zhou, no one dares to tease this girl. ”

Luo Changying's eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and her slender fingers also hung with red blood, and she nodded at Baoyu from afar.

But at this time, Bandao stopped an equally slender palm.

Luo Changying was startled, and hurriedly restrained her blood, grabbed Luo Chanjuan's hand and checked it.

"How's it going?

Luo Changying's face was full of nervousness, and she looked at Luo Chanjuan's hand clearly over and over again, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Chanjuan laughed softly, and said softly: "It's okay, you see that I want to stop it, and collect the blood and qi quickly." ”

"That's good......"

Luo Changying put her mind at ease, and when she looked at Baoyu again, she still couldn't help but reveal her murderous intentions.

"Don't worry, you wait a minute. ”

Luo Chanjuan hurriedly inserted herself between the two of them, and turned sideways, so that Luo Changying could see Baoyu, but it was inconvenient to do it directly.

I saw Luo Chanjuan patting Baoyu's shoulder, and at this time, Baoyu was still laying out the paper and grinding the ink strips.

"Look, Brother Bao was shocked by your moves, not frightened, but enlightened. He didn't mean to tease you, so don't be so careful. ”

Luo Chanjuan's voice is very gentle, like a whisper between lovers.

Oddly enough-

Luo Changying, who was domineering, listened obediently and spoiled Luo Chanjuan into her arms.

"Dizzy, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a frightened stupid voice sounded.

Luo Changying and Luo Chanjuan hurriedly separated, and saw Luo Changying's black phoenix eyes, and Chong Baoyu reprimanded: "What do you want?

As soon as she scolded, Luo Changying's eyes suddenly widened.

And Luo Chanjuan, who was tidying up her meter next to her, was even more wonderful, and her eyes were on Baoyu's body, and she could almost soften the water.

It was just a moment's work, and two lines of small poems had been written on the paper laid out by Baoyu.

"Rushing thousands of miles to sweep the dust, crossing the water and climbing the purple mist.

Breaking the silk reins and shaking the jade bridle, the fire dragon flew down for nine days. ”

The handwriting is even, thin and hard, and quite literati.

"Good word!"

Luo Chanjuan subconsciously admired: "I have long heard that Bao Ge'er's calligraphy is a family of its own, I thought it was a false rumor, but I didn't expect it to be so atmospheric!"

Baoyu said modestly: "Master Le, you have a good reputation. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the paper on the floor.

I saw that on the paper, there was a trace of fiery red smoke,

Although the smoke is small, it is very weird, and a few breaths can dye a hundred feet into a red color.

In the red smoke of the sky, a horse soared into the air, and its whole body was red like a coal, without any miscellaneous hair.

The horse roared and roared, and the sound was not like that of a horse, but rather of a dragon and a tiger, like the most ferocious beast in heaven and earth.

Between the opening and closing of his eyebrows, there was even more electric flashing, like a proud strong man.

"Good horses!

Luo Changying trembled, and suddenly stretched out her hand and inserted it into the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, which was half a foot deep on the ground of the martial arts arena, as if a sharp arrow had shot into her palm.

"If this girl has such a spirit horse, let alone riding alone for thousands of miles, even if she travels thousands of miles, it will be enough!"

Luo Changying let out a long sigh, and her dark eyes suddenly burst into a strong light like the sun and the moon.

"Thousands of miles, go alone!"

Hearing only a coquettish reprimand, Fang Tian's halberd pointed obliquely at the sky, the high blank clouds that were far away and unknown somewhere, suddenly exploded into a transparent hole, and the blue sky could be seen higher up.

Baoyu swallowed his saliva, his face full of envy.

A halberd broke through the clouds,

this

What a majesty!

Although Baoyu practiced Confucianism, she couldn't help but envy when she saw such a strong body.

How good that must be for such a body.

Baoyu stared at Luo Changying's graceful posture and coveted eyes, which really couldn't be hidden.

"Dengzi!" Luo Changying looked at each other angrily.

"Nope!"

Baoyu hurriedly explained: "I just envy your good health, I used to, as you know, my body was so weak and ruthless." ”

Luo Chanjuan echoed and smiled: "I've heard of this, but later it was after eating the ginseng shark that you got better? ”

Baoyu nodded hurriedly.

It seems that there is a rumor that has been misunderstood?

Still, it's good.

In this regard, Baoyu is happy to push the boat.

Luo Changying looked at Baoyu, and then at Luo Chanjuan, who was full of approval, and shook her head a little unwillingly.

"Okay, for the sake of your poem, this girl has broken through the limit, and finally perfected the style of the overlord's marksmanship, and this girl will not care about you. ”

Well, it's a person who doesn't know how to be grateful.

As soon as Baoyu pursed her lips, she saw Luo Changying's eyes glaring, and no matter how much dissatisfaction she had, she just suffocated it in her stomach.

[Fortunately, I was scared by her once, and let me write this poem, which is not a loss. 】

Baoyu comforted herself in her heart.

But when I think about it, I really don't suffer a loss.

I don't know what's going on, the transcription of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" must be written with talent, otherwise, the words behind it will be on paper, and the ink will not be revealed.

Now that this poem about the red rabbit horse has been written, Baoyu can finally continue to write in the following chapters.

Thinking of this, Baoyu felt a lot fairer.

Suddenly, there was an old long laugh, which was transmitted into the martial arts arena with the wind.

"What a trick to ride alone, Changying, you were enlightened by this poem by Brother Bao, why don't you express it?"

"Get out!"

Luo Changying was crisp and neat.

Luo Changying's 'expression', Baoyu was very itchy, but just as he had raised hope, he was interrupted by the word 'roll'.

[Old master, you have to stick to it, have a little ability, come on, ......]

Baoyu thought to herself, but she just didn't see the old master talking anymore.

"What a majesty!" Baoyu gave a thumbs up.

"Don't make a fool of yourself!" Luo Changying didn't eat this.

And on the square inch platform on the cliff in the back mountain, the old master almost fell into the abyss.

Not the son of man!

Brother Bao, how did you see the wind making the rudder so fast?

Really, I was blind with that clear and beautiful face......

Not to mention how helpless the old master is, Baoyu's side is really going to have benefits.

I saw that the vision of heaven and earth slowly disappeared, and immediately, a gorgeous spiritual spring surged on the paper on which the psalms were written.

One foot, two feet, three feet.

Baoyu smiled and nodded, he was only three feet tall, and he didn't exceed his expectations to do that moving chapter.

But

Suddenly,

The Spiritual Fountain erupted violently.

Four feet,

Five feet,

Six feet!

It turned out to be only six feet tall, Xuanhe's side!

Baoyu's eyes were dull, and Luo Changying and Luo Chanjuan were also frightened.

And the old courtyard on the cliff of the back mountain, one stumbled, and really fell into the bottomless cliff.

"How is that possible? How is this possible?"

The old master screamed in shock, and with a wave of his sleeves, the whole person was like a melodious paper kite, but it fell in front of Baoyu at lightning speed.

The old man grabbed the paper and almost put his whole face on it.

"Rushing thousands of miles to sweep the dust, crossing the water and climbing the purple mist.

Breaking the silk reins and shaking the jade bridle, the fire dragon flew down for nine days......

This, the description is good, and all the spiritual rhyme of a divine horse is written, but the first does not contain profound truths, and the second does not add its own perceptions, how can it be possible to achieve the Xuanhe chapter?

It's just a name, and it's just a low-level commodity with a lot of talent!"

Luo Changying and Luo Chanjuan glanced at each other, nodded and said, "Chanjuan and I think so too." ”

The old master looked at Baoyu, but when he met his gaze, Baoyu just turned his head.

Well, Baoyu admits that he also thinks that this psalm is only three feet tall at best.

But

Anyway,

It's only six feet tall now, isn't it?

Baoyu was happy, blew on the paper, and saw a six-foot spiritual spring, which suddenly diverged out.

Three feet of them dissipated between heaven and earth, one foot entered the inkstone placed next to Baoyu, and the remaining two feet shot directly into Baoyu's eyes.

Xuanhe's level Lingquan talent is already amazing.

Although it is not as powerful as "Linjiang Immortal", it also raised Baoyu's simmer, and the speed at which Baoyu's Baizhang Wenshan melted suddenly strengthened for a moment.

At this moment, it melted two inches of Wenshan height.

Baoyu snorted a puff of gray smoke comfortably, took the paper from the old master's hand, and said goodbye and left.

The old master looked at Baoyu's back stupidly, and the more he looked at it, the more weird and beautiful he felt.

The old face turned into a flower, and said to Luo Changying: "Changying, ......"

"Don't even think about it!"

"Even if the old man begs you, let the old man accept Brother Bao as a disciple. ”

Luo Changying glanced at Luo Chanjuan with a smile, and when she looked at the bright smiling face of the old master, her face turned cold.

I only heard Luo Changying say categorically: "Don't even think about it! Brother Bao is just a showman, and his mentor can only be a master at most, this is the rule of our Qinglu Mountain Academy!"

"Then I'll take it when he becomes a jinshi!"

"Hmph, is it your turn?"

Luo Changying didn't give face at all, dragged Luo Chanjuan's hand, and threw a proud back to the old master.

The old man covered his heart, only feeling distressed, his liver trembled, and his white beard was about to darken......

...

Back at the house, Baoyu immediately asked the attacker to wipe the table, and slowly spread out the paper on which the poems were written, and studied it carefully.

Only six feet tall, Xuan He chapter?

No, no matter how you look at this poem, it can't reach Xuanhe's level.

Baoyu felt strange,

And

I always feel like there are things I haven't noticed

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