Follow it, follow it, this bell and gong, it's very excessive!

The little bronze bell didn't go anywhere, but liked to sit on her head, and then the gong, which had a bad stomach, flew right in front of her, and turned its shiny side towards her—forcing her to see her stupidity in a bronze hat!

Yuan Wanying was angry, and grabbing the little bronze bell was a mess, and then this little thing that bullied the soft and was afraid of the hard directly shrunk ten times and became the size of a bell, and was tied around her waist by her, just pressing the skirt.

The little gong didn't wait for her to make a move, and took the initiative to shrink the body, which looked like a small and delicate bronze mirror.

Yuan Wanying put the boat on the desk, the right to be a paperweight, Wen Yan saw this, and sighed: "The technique of this door is said to be very strong, if the kung fu is home, where to use what wood carving boat, as long as you bring paper and pencil and draw it casually, it is a magic boat!" ”

Wen Yan saw that Yuan Wanying had nothing to ask, so she sighed and walked out.

Yuan Wanying sat on the chair bored, her two calves hanging in the air, kicking her feet one after the other, forget it, it's so boring, it's better to write big characters.

If one doesn't solve boredom, write ten.

Yuan Wanying picked up the pen, her back was straight, and she was engrossed.

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens,

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

……

And then there's a song about Minnon:

At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops of grass go down to the soil,

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

One after another, I can't stop at all, these poems are so familiar, familiar as if they were engraved in Yuan Wanying's bones.

Yuan Wanying wrote more than a dozen poems in one breath before she stopped writing, each of these dozen songs is popular and very positive.

No way, at the beginning, when she first started practicing calligraphy on earth, she was about the same age as now, although she could memorize a lot of Tang and Song poems, and when it fell into the pen, Old Man Yuan only allowed her to write these simple and positive poems.

In the words of Old Man Yuan, practicing words is practicing the heart, she is young and can't be led crooked.

So what kind of penitent husband is looking for a marquis, what kind of loneliness and deep boudoir, and a thousand wisps of sorrow in the soft intestines, don't even think about it.

is a great lyricist such as Empress Li, there are too many negative emotions, what can ask how sad you can be, a river of spring water flowing eastward, etc., will never appear in her stickers.

Therefore, as soon as she spread out the blank paper and picked up the brush, what Yuan Wanying didn't think about was the dozen or so poems that she was most familiar with when she was a child on Earth.

For her now, it's just right.

She was so engrossed in writing that she didn't notice that the small bell-like bronze bell that had been hanging around her waist slipped off her waist at some point, and the small bronze mirror-like gong that she casually put on the dressing table also flew up quietly.

Then, when the two little things collided together, they immediately turned on the crazy dance mode.

When Yuan Wanying finished writing a few big characters, as soon as she looked up, she saw the little bronze bell twisting her body wildly.

This gadget is obviously made of metal, but it is extremely flexible, like practicing yoga for decades!

The middle part of the bell body is recessed in a circle, the upper body swaying, and the lower body spins wildly like the hem of a skirt, like a ballet dancer performing the climax of a dance drama.

Not to be outdone, the little gong next to him spun in circles as the dancing ballet dancer frantically circled.

Yuan Wanying: "......"

Inexplicably reminded me of a European fairy tale, the princess wearing red dancing shoes, can only keep dancing.

She shook her hands into a fist, brought them to her mouth, and coughed heavily, so, as if she had suddenly turned off the music, or pressed the power switch on her body, the gorgeous dance steps of one bell and one gong came to an abrupt end.

In the next second, Ming Wenzhong recovered his pot-bellied waist, shrunk back into a delicate and cute little bell, and flew back to Yuan Wanying's side with a whirlwind, gently rubbing it on her face.

The awakening gong also turned into a small mirror again, and it was flatteringly pasted on the other side of her face.

Yuan Wanying snorted angrily: "Sycophant! ”

As if they hadn't heard, the two little things continued to rub coquettishly-

If there is a dubbing, it must be babbling, babbling, babbling, anyway, how cute it is!

Yuan Wanying shook her head, grabbed the two small things in her hands, and tied them to her skirt again.

After practicing calligraphy, her mood was much better, and Yuan Wanying decided to go to the library of the sect to have a look.

……

Just as Yuan Wanying was walking slowly towards the library building, Wenzong's senior brothers and sisters reunited.

Wen Chai, the head of the house, who had always been calm and seemed to be under the pressure of Mount Tai, looked at a few juniors eagerly: "How is it?!" ”

Wen Mi, who was ranked second, was still dressed in green clothes, but his handsome face was much more serious, and he said seriously: "In the northwest of the secret realm, the river has been dry for a long time, but today it has rained happily——"

As he spoke, he took out the sword he carried with him and showed it to all the brothers, only to see that there were traces of water on the sword, from the tip of the sword upwards, half a foot long.

All the senior brothers nodded again and again: "Good rain!" Good rain! ”

"This spiritual rain, there is no need to worry about it in the northwest for three years."

Xingsan's Wenyou, who is very different from his name, is not tactful at all, is the most disciplined and ruthless of the brothers, and today he rarely showed a smile: "I went to the southwest, and the farmers there only took one morning today to complete the agricultural work that used to take at least 10 days to complete." ”

"Listening to what they said when they got together, the old sickness in the body disappeared, and the person seemed to be ten years younger."

……

The brothers and sisters reported what they had seen and heard one by one, and when they listened carefully, they turned out to be from south to north, from east to west, almost encompassing the entire secret realm.

In every place, there are miraculous things happening, if it weren't for the fact that these few surviving senior brothers of Wenzong knew their own affairs, and knew that as the spiritual veins had been completely dried up, none of the senior brothers would have been able to be promoted to Yuanying Monk, otherwise they would really think it was the handiwork of a great monk!

After talking for half an hour, in the end, the eyes of the brothers fell on the senior brother in charge.

The head of Wen Chai also lived up to expectations, took out a stack of large papers full of words, he glanced out the window with some humility, and said in a low voice: "This is a masterpiece that the little junior sister just wrote not long ago. ”

As he spoke, he stretched his hand forward, making sure that the juniors and disciples could see the big characters on the white paper, but there was no intention of letting go of his hand.

Obviously, in the eyes of Wenzong, the helmsman, these papers are extremely precious, and even the juniors and disciples who have been with each other for decades can't touch them.