"What you dislike, everyone has their own strengths. You are not good at reading and writing, but you know all eighteen weapons, which no one else can learn. Mu Qingnuan nodded her gentle head.

"Hey, hey." The praised gentleness grinned embarrassedly again, "That's right, I think I'm pretty good." ”

Mu Qingnuan smiled, and her gaze fell back on the scriptures that Wen Wen had copied.

Seeing that she was looking serious, Gentle said suspiciously: "Qingnuan, what do you think are doing so seriously?" My mother has taught me this handwriting for ten years, and that's all it takes, don't think about it, if you want to teach me to write, you'll be angry. ”

"I don't teach you to write." Mu Qingnuan shook her head.

"And what are you going to do with my handwriting?" Gentle and not stupid, looking at Mu Qingnuan's demeanor, I probably knew that asking her to write the scriptures was not to urge her to copy the scriptures, but to see her handwriting.

"Didn't you copy only twenty copies of your scriptures? Even if I go back and copy another twenty copies later, there will still be sixty copies that have not been copied. You have to hand in the scriptures tomorrow evening, and even if you kneel in the meditation room for a day tomorrow, it will be too late. ”

As soon as she heard Mu Qingnuan mention this, Wen Wen's whole person was depressed again.

"Who's to say it isn't." She pursed her lips, "Actually, it's not that I don't want to pray for a good harvest for the people, but if you let me roll up my sleeves and go down to the field to help them work, then I must be full of energy." But for me to copy the scriptures, it was torture for me. ”

Gentle sighed again, "At my speed of copying, I guess I won't sleep at night." ”

"Don't worry. I've already copied half of my own share in the morning, and I'll be able to help you with the other half in the evening. ”

"You're halfway there?" Gently straightened up suddenly, and looked at Mu Qingnuan with a pair of bright eyes, "Qingnuan, you are so powerful." ”

"I'm just better at it, just as you're better at martial arts." Mu Qingnuan said with a smile.

Hearing this, she smiled gently, but suddenly she laughed, "It's just sunny and warm, and you have to kneel in the meditation room to copy the scriptures, how tired you are." I'm still coming by myself, it's okay, although I need to go to bed late, but I practice martial arts and bones, and it's not in the way. ”

"You forgot that I also practice martial arts, and two people are better than you alone." Mu Qingnuan still disagreed with Wen Wen when she saw that she was gentle, and continued, "What's more, your mother is probably very tired from copying scriptures, and she needs you to take good care of it." If you're tired, won't your mother worry about you in the end? ”

"But ......" gently hesitated, she didn't want her relatives to worry about her.

"I can copy fifty copies of my book in one morning, and the remaining fifty in the evening. You copy another twenty copies in the evening, get up early tomorrow morning and start copying, and I will start to help you here, and the two sides will not be very tired, and you will be able to finish copying the scriptures early tomorrow morning. ”

"But Qingnuan, you forgot, your handwriting ......" gently poked the words on the rice paper written by Mu Qingnuan, "...... with my handwriting" and poked the scriptures he had just copied, "It's completely different." If you copy it for me, no one will believe that I copied it. ”

With a gentle expression of "Qingnuan, you are so stupid", she looked at Mu Qingnuan and made Mu Qingnuan cry and laugh.

"So I'm not looking at your handwriting right now?" As she spoke, Mu Qingnuan picked up the brush again and wrote.

In just a moment, she wrote a dozen or so words, and she put together what she had written and what Gentle Fang had written, signaling Gentleness, "Look at it." ”