Yu Xia didn't expect it, but after leaving for ten days, he came back to find Chen Daoren and pounced.

Listening to the man just now, Chen Daoren's departure was without warning, and he was smoking a dry cigarette to watch the door as usual in the morning, and the whole person suddenly disappeared in the afternoon.

"If such a big person can't say it, he won't be able to see it, and there will be no trace of it, whether he is dead or alive is not certain!"

The porter man was full of complaints, Yu Xia naturally wouldn't be at ease, although Chen Daoren looked like a bad old man with a wrinkled face, but with his ability, few people should be able to threaten his life.

Although he didn't know Chen Daoren's true cultivation, Yu Xia believed that his feelings would not be wrong, how could an old Taoist who had a heavy treasure and would receive at least five hundred taels of law remuneration for his move, be an idle person?

It's just why would he say goodbye without saying goodbye? Will he ever come back?

Why did the black jade gourd he gave her fail to move when she was in danger?

Although she has not yet formally apprenticed, but for Yu Xia, Chen Daoren is already an extremely important existence, an old man and a young person get along very well, and she is ignorant to enter the Xuanmen, if there is no Chen Daoren, I don't know how many detours will be taken.

With such a person suddenly disappearing, Yu Xia felt empty in his heart, and for a while an unspeakable emotion filled his heart.

Yu Xia entered the school hall full of worries, didn't notice bumping into someone, only heard a bang, as if something had fallen to the ground and cracked.

"Alas! Don't you walk without looking at the road? An angry voice rang in her ears.

Yu Xia looked up, and the fat brocade-clothed young man's chest was dissolved, and the ink flowed down the soft fabric, and a good purple dress seemed to have become a splash of ink at this moment.

The embarrassed young man looked at the stained clothes, the ink that had been spilled on the ground, and the cracked inkstone, and was so angry that he looked up and wanted to have a good reason with this short-eyed guy, but when he looked at the person in front of him, his anger turned into joy in an instant.

"Ah, it's you, Xiao Xia, you're back!"

Yu Lang wanted to come forward and pat her on the shoulder when he saw Yu Xia happily, but when he thought of the way he looked covered in ink, he still stood in place.

Yu Xia didn't come to the school for many days, and when he saw Yu Lang, he smiled happily, "Ah Lang, I'm really sorry, I didn't notice you just now, you go and change your clothes first." ”

Yu Lang wasn't angry at this time, "Hey, it's okay, it's not all your problem, where have you been these days?" Well, thin, white. ”

Yu Xia originally had a somewhat round face, but now her chin is slightly sharper, her complexion is brighter, and her complexion is good.

This is already the second person to say that she has changed, and Yu Xia herself has not paid attention to the change in her appearance, as she gets older, a child will always grow up.

"I went out and now I'm back when I'm done. Where are you going to take an inkstone that holds ink? ”

Yu Xia asked, Yu Lang remembered the previous incident again, and his face showed a look of indignation.

"There was a strange old monk at home, originally my family just watched him fall and give him food to eat, he had to say that he wanted to copy the scriptures for my family, which was a good thing, but as a result, he prepared the four treasures of the study, and he actually thought that my ink was not good!"

Saying that, Yu Lang stretched out his finger and pointed to the ground, "No, I just asked Mr. Song to grind some ink for me, if the old monk still can't say it, I'll just let my grandmother drive him out!" ”

Although their Yu family is just a country family, they are the famous Jinshidi in Jintan County, how can they not even have a piece of good ink?

The old monk is so picky, isn't it a slap in the face of the scholar?

"Then you are now in the ink ......," Yu Xia said apologetically, "It's mine, no, I'll grind it out for you." ”

Yu Lang already decided that the old monk was a cheater who had nothing to do, and when he heard Yu Xia say that she came to grind ink, he agreed without thinking about it, if it wasn't for his grandmother believing the old monk's words, why would he bother to run back and forth!

The two entered the classroom together, Yu Lang didn't care about the dirt all over his body, and ran directly to Yu Xia's desk.

"Ah, look who's coming!"

He Sui was looking down to read a book, and when he heard Yu Lang's voice, he raised his head, and when he saw Yu Xia, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up with a smile.

"Coming back?"

Yu Xia was very happy to see him, and showed him a big smile, "Yes, I'm back." Thanks to your handwriting in the past few days, I have made a lot of progress. ”

After Yu Xia said hello to He Sui, he took out his homework supplies from his school bag, and Yu Lang touched her forehead when he saw her inkstone.

"I said Xiao Xia, I'll give you an inkstone, Chengni inkstone and Taohe inkstone are up to you!"

Yu Xia smiled at Yu Lang and shook her head, this time when she went home, she bought some slightly better four treasures of the study, a good inkstone for Yu Xian to use, she only left a piece of ink, a few wolf pens and a pile of rice paper.

And the inkstone, although she also wanted to change it to a good one, but when she looked at the inkstone in the pen and ink shop that day, there was no one that she longed to have from the bottom of her heart.

Since entering the Xuanmen, Yu Xia attaches great importance to the so-called "fate", just like when she bought the peony golden hairpin that day, it was because the hairpin fit her eyes, and she thought that this thing was related to her, so she bought it.

When I bought the four treasures of the study, the other three were not abnormal, but I went to the inkstone and found nothing.

The tile inkstone used by Yu Xia now is only the size of half a tile, which will be one inch thick and the amount of ink stored is small. This tile inkstone has been used for several months, and under the grinding with the ink block, it has already become smooth as satin, and the color of the surface has become calm and heavy.

Everything will slowly grow its own "spirit" over time. The older the artifact, the more spiritual it is.

Yu Xia's tile inkstone, although the time is short, but it may be the reason why she is diligent in learning words, and gradually contains a trace of extremely light and thin green gas, with the prototype of "spirit", so although the material is coarse, its aura is much better than other precious inkstones.

Yu Xia poured a small amount of water into the tile inkstone, sandwiched the ink strip vertically between his fingers, and pressed his index finger against the top of the ink strip, making circles on the inkstone with no light or heavy force, and dripping into the water from time to time.

Yu Xia's technique of grinding ink is quite good, press and turn lightly, first slow and then fast, the sound of ink strips rubbing against the inkstone is very moist to the ear, and after a while, the inkstone will appear a shallow layer of suitable shade of ink, fine color and luster.

Yu Lang raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw this, if he was not mistaken, what Yu Xia was holding in his hand was just ordinary oil smoke ink, but he didn't expect that the ink he had developed didn't look bad.

Although it was far inferior to the ink that came from Mr. Song's hand, Yu Lang didn't want to be so picky, so he directly picked up the inkstone and ran out to make an errand.