However, the master seemed to have thought of something, and looked at me a little angrily, "Young Master Qinglong, were you dozing off just now?" I immediately pulled away from the joy just now and said to him, "No, no!" "I was studying the Chronicles of the Eight Clans just now! His eyes looked at me, and I avoided his gaze a little unnaturally. "So, where did we just learn?"

"We've learned...... Well, it should be ...... "I'm so stumbling that I can't say it for a long time." (It's over, it's over, it's over, it's time for the Master to punish me again.) )

The master moved his gaze to Brother Nian. "Young Master Xuanwu, tell me, what was he doing just now?" I hurriedly pulled his sleeve in secret, and Brother Nian also felt it. He looked at the master again, and was clearly in a quandary. has done a lot of ideological struggle, although An An wants to be on her side, but it is not good for her to indulge An An like this.

So he said with great difficulty, "Just now, An An, just a little nap!" (This is a little bit of what he can help An An, if he directly said that she was about to fall asleep just now, maybe the master would be even more angry.) )”

"Young Master Qinglong! Go back and copy what you learned today five times, and I'll check it again tomorrow when class comes! That's all for today's lesson. "Got it, Master." I lowered my head and responded with some helplessness. (Ahh I've been punished again today!)

Brother Nian took me and his little snake back to my room (Brother Nian: An An's room is still very cute, surrounded by furniture made of coral, and a blue shell bed. Isn't it a little too girly to be a boy's room? It is estimated that An An's mother arranged it. However, when An An grows up, she will know about it, and now she doesn't have to worry about it. There was also an extra copy of "The Chronicles of the Eight Tribes" in his hand, and he looked at me with a depressed head and felt a little guilty.

First put aside the little snake that was already sleeping in the nest, and cautiously came to my side, speaking slowly, but with gentleness, "An An, I'm also for your good." In class, it doesn't matter if I'm absent-minded, and I doze off openly. (Me: It's not because you woke me up so early today!) Isn't this disrespectful to the Master? I will also help you with the books you have been punished by the Master!"

I lowered my head and let out a long sigh. Then from his pocket, he took out a number of soft jellyfish candy (similar to our gummies, but in the shape of a jellyfish). "I'm not angry because of you! You will not hide from the Master, and I know that. But if I had to open my mouth, I would have been less punished! (Brother Nian is very respectful of his elders, and he will never favor me in this kind of thing.) )”

Stuffed all the sugar into his hand, "This is what I promised you yesterday." I'm just angry that I can't learn on my own, so what will I do in the future to share these things in the clan for my parents? (Although my father was strict with me before, my brother was not here, and there was no comparison.) After seeing how powerful my brother is, I really started to worry. [Me: Don't look at me small, I have a sense of responsibility as the next heir of the Blue Dragon since I was a child.] Do I really have what it takes to manage an entire race? )”

Brother Nian looked at the cute candy in his hand, and then looked at my little face, with a thoughtful look. He picked up a jellyfish candy and slowly handed it to my mouth, "An'an, open your mouth!" As a foodie, I immediately opened my little mouth. He took advantage of the situation to put the candy in my mouth, and I immediately bit it, but it seemed that Brother Nian's fingers were not withdrawn very quickly, and my two sharp dragon teeth made a cut in his hand at once.

There was a trace of blood in my mouth, and I also saw a thin wound on his hand, my brows furrowed, and I was a little frustrated, "I'm sorry, I hurt you!" He was going to say it didn't matter. (He's a man, so this little injury is nothing.) But I didn't want to go, and little by little I came up to him, and then I took the other injured finger lightly and licked it gently.

The itchy feeling instantly transmitted from his fingertips to his brain, and he blushed all of a sudden, "An, An'an, what are you doing!" I tilted my head, "I've heard that ambergris can reduce inflammation and promote wound healing!" I hurt this, and I can't be held responsible? With that, I licked it a few more times. He really felt that such an itchy feeling made him feel a very strange feeling in his heart. He pushed the blush on his face, "Okay, okay!" It's already okay, and I think my wound should heal soon!"

"That's good! I've always been so clumsy, and every time my father smokes my homework, I make him angry! He always beats me with bamboo blocks. Say, I'm not a little stupid dragon!" He looked at the very cute face in front of him, and he didn't know how Uncle Tilt did it! He couldn't help but tap my little head, "You are so young, why do you want to do so much!" Look at you! Very flexible mind! He's a clever little dragon!"

I flattened my mouth, "Flexible, I read the words in the book, looking at them is like dancing, "Eight Clans Xing" can't be memorized, my father said that even children who have not cultivated can memorize this text completely and smoothly, and I still stammer. Don't think that because I'm young, I can just cheat me!"

His eyes rolled, "Then why can't you read those books?" "Those books are boring and boring, and they can't compare to my storybooks." As I spoke, I quickly looked around and closed the open window. I dragged out the big box under the bed, took out the colorful picture books I treasured, and piled them on the table for him.

He was also very strict with his parents before, and he has not been exposed to these storybooks since he was a child. (Me: Poor young brother!) He picked up a copy and opened it to see that the colorful patterns on it instantly attracted it. He pointed to a cartoon figure above, "What is this?" I smiled, "This is Sun Wukong, he is amazing!" I heard that he made trouble in the heavenly palace 500 years ago...... (Haha, he opened this picture book of "Journey to the West".)

My father didn't allow me to have so many storybooks, but I did. My ability to collect books is top-notch. "I will it from birth to apprenticeship to havoc in the Heavenly Palace, and then was pressed into the Wuzhi Mountain, to later met his master Tang Seng, and then to protect him in the West Heaven to learn scriptures, after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties finally defeated the story of the Buddha, I told him the story of the story.

I remember exactly what youkai they encountered and what weapons they used. Brother Nian watched me say these things so carefully and clearly, almost exactly the same as what was said in the picture book, and began to have an idea in my heart. He immediately sent someone outside the palace to buy a picture book of "Chronicles of the Eight Clans", and soon, a brand-new picture book appeared in Brother Nian's hand.

When I see a new picture book, I am like a cat seeing a fish, and my eyes are shining! I couldn't wait to take the picture book in his hand and open it to take a look. The vivid picture on it immediately drew all my attention to it.

But I looked, how did it feel so familiar? "Well, this is our ancestor. This is the ancestor of Brother Nian. There are also standing paintings of the other six clans, and the introduction of the previous lords ......, "How does this thing seem to be exactly the same as the "Chronicles of the Eight Clans" I learned?"

Brother Nian took the book over, and his tone was very slow. Now, I'm going to test you, "When was the first meeting of the Eight Clans?" ”

"1000 years of Qingli!" What was the earliest dispute between the Qinglong clan and the gluttonous clan? "In the year 1680 of the Qingli calendar, the dispute between Weihai and the sea." "In what year did the Qiqi clan cause the ground movement caused by the power rampage when they used their power?" "1800 years!" He says one, and I answer one.

The further I got to the back, the deeper my brother's smile became when he looked at me. It wasn't until I had answered a lot of questions without breathing that I realized that I had written down everything that Master had said today.

Brother Nian also saw it, and I realized that I remembered all of this. (When I got to the back, even my brother couldn't help but look at me with some praise in his eyes, this kid, I can't remember anything.) I just don't want to learn. This memory is stronger than mine! And the comprehension skills are very good. I don't even have to find fault with it. He handed me a wad of rice paper and wolf hair, "Now that you have learned this, don't forget the book that Master is going to punish you for copying." ”

"Alas! And this thing!" I reluctantly took all these things. He had already prepared the ink for me, and I dipped it in the ink and began to copy my book stroke by stroke. Every stroke I made seemed to be very serious. The whole person is also sitting upright. Brother Nian saw that I was serious, and he also read his own books. (He was just attracted by the content of my "Journey to the West", so he has to take a good look.) )

As I wrote, my eyes unconsciously looked at him. On his immature face, he had an extremely serious expression. To me, he looks like a motionless sculpture? The little snake that lay in the nest beside him seemed to be about to wake up, and lay beside its owner, not moving for a long time, and also merged with the sculpture. (Me: I also said that I didn't change from a turtle, and I didn't even have much of a temperament.) However, a handsome little boy, plus looking at the rice paper in front of him, and then looking at the harmonious scene over there. My mouth hooked, alas! Wouldn't it be too boring if I kept writing?

I began to sneak around and get a new piece of rice paper, and gently twisted the wolf hair with water to make it elongated. Then he glanced at Brother Nian and the little snake, and began to draw the lines on the paper in detail, drawing, and looking, drawing, and looking. When the last stroke fell, I looked at the person and pet over there like a painting. He looked at his paper again and nodded with satisfaction.