Confused and don't get out. Xiaobai, Xiaobai, born but a piece of white paper, the bloodthirsty body is to make this white, penetrating into the bones, white and flawless mutton fat such as jade dare not boast, but it is a roll of good sheng xuan ink paper, but unfortunately the material is good, but no one holds the pen to splash ink, four years of white paper years did not let its pure white dots on the ink, until the howling cry disturbed the son, but also afraid that this roll of good rice paper dyed with a large number of tears, destroyed the overall flawless, had to pick up the pen, at the moment when he picked up the ink pen, that is, he decided to paint his first life of mountains and rivers splendor, sitting in danger, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger in an instant, a big stroke of the pen, obediently, first coax Xiaobai not to cry。

A horizontal, step by step for the camp to fight steadily. Vertically, cautious as walking on thin ice. With a skimm, prudence in words and deeds comes naturally. With a pinch, everyone is stepping up lotus.

No matter how good the seedlings are, they are still waste materials if they grow crooked, and they won't be able to catch fire for long, not to mention the remaining ashes. How could the prince not know the truth that even the farmer and dealer knew? But you can't blame the prince for not doing his best, but he really didn't see it at a glance, and Xiaobai slipped away without a trace. pressed his head and forcibly forced Xiaobai to gnaw on a book of "Dripping Heavenly Marrow" hook and thorny sentences, and the difficult and obscure words were difficult to read tightly, not to mention understanding the hidden truth. At first, Xiaobai would have to bow down and be sent by him because he was afraid of the mystery of the prince, but after only three or two days, he couldn't bear such dry words.

At first, I just wanted to choke into it together, but when I felt that I had a concept, I understood. But it seems to be too simple to think about, and it is a little unrealistic to do. Only then did I realize that teaching and educating people is not simple. One by one, it seems to make sense. Therefore, in addition to gnawing on those incomprehensible big guys every day, Xiaobai's only pleasure is to read the apocryphal narratives turned over in the Scripture Pavilion.

Among them, the wonderful passages are directly imprinted in my mind, lingering and vivid. Zhang Fool's fall from the cliff did not die, but because of the blessing of misfortune, he found this secret book, and understood the mystery, and then he would be invincible in the world. All kinds of cases abound, trapped in the cave to understand the martial arts, and the magic is a great achievement and breaks through the door to kill the Quartet. The story in the book is far more shocking than reality, and an invisible attraction is tied to Xiaobai's continued reading, but the whip is coming, so I have to pick up the big guy who can't look at it, bury my head in it, and wait until the prince is merciful before I have the opportunity to continue to read the book that should be called a novel.

The infinite obsession with novels makes Xiaobai more and more desperate to gnaw and complete the tasks given by the son, and it should take an hour to memorize the articles, but he forced Xiaobai to compress it to half an hour, and he can read more novels in the rest of the time, and he is tired of it. Seeing that the results were good, the prince also accepted it with his bow, and simply let him do whatever he wanted.

But the moment the problem arose, the prince began to regret his wise stocking decision. A volume of "Tanka" has long been familiar with it, and when he was bored, he called Xiaobai in the name of assessment and asked him to recite it again, holding the book of sages in his hand, shaking his head and tail, and the immature little man was particularly pleasing.

When you sing about wine, life is geometric. For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past.

Slay the dragon treasure knife and command the heroes. As soon as the dragon came out, ten thousand swords surrendered.

The stars are old immortals, and the mana is boundless. On the day of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City.

The sun rises in the east, and only I am undefeated. Leaning on the sky, who competes.

The magic power is vast, and the law drives the Central Plains. A sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky.

Command the world, don't dare to disobey. For thousands of years, it has dominated the country.

......

"Xiaobai, you put down the novel in your hand first. ”

"What?"

"You just let it go and do nothing. ”

"I don't, I've finished reading the "Zhenlong Sutra", Gongzi, you said that you allowed me to read the novel, but now you want me to put it down, isn't it a remorse? Shameless, big hooligan. Reluctantly raised his head, stared at a pair of dry eyes that he saw when he was reading a book, but his eyes were full of energy, and he pouted slightly and was a little reluctant, and denounced.

It's come to this, there's no other way, let him go. It's not that the son has reached such a point, but he doesn't want to, and he can't. I remember that once upon a time, Childe and I were addicted to this and couldn't extricate myself, and I fell deeply, just like Xiaobai now. smiled self-deprecatingly, no embarrassment, only sadness.

Fortunately, in this life, Xiaobai has the spur of the prince behind him, and he can split his time into two parts, one point is to follow his squandering and repeat the mistakes of the past and walk on the old road of a lifetime to indulge in it and cannot extricate himself, and the other part is to implement the plan formulated, to familiarize himself with the books selected by the son, and to study hard just to lay a good foundation. However, this step was not carried out until after the previous life was ten years old.

The heart is divided into two purposes, and it can't be cleaned up over time. Dual personalities inevitably arise naturally.

I don't want to say much to evaluate Xiaobai's two-facedness, but just mention one point: Will those who read novels be the same kind of people as those who recite the books of sages? The answer is obviously easy to see, and it is impossible to feel that the will of heaven has made people, and it is only said that it is impossible to live if it is self-inflicted, and everything must be blamed on the son. Through his hands, painstakingly, meticulously, perseveringly, behind closed doors, and finally, he made such a "nerve knife, double-edged sword"-like existence!

Evil ruthlessness!

......

Despite the bleeding from his fingers, he crawled forward and went straight to the cliff. Someone must have been here, under the cliff, in the mountain stream, fell off the cliff by chance and did not die, the underworld has its own providence, there is a miracle, there is a secret, haha, the learning will rise, then the world is invincible!

In the world in his mind, the prince was comfortable in the rocking chair, tilting his cheeks and looking at Xiaobai's stupid posture, there was no playfulness in his eyes, only a smile, a very simple, clean smile.

The strange rocks are craggy, a bumpy road, and a rush of madness, so that Xiaobai can be killed under the cliff. Looking up, on the cliff, it seems that someone writes with a sword, and gathers all the pride of swaying, and the iron painting silver hook is sharp and angular and hard to carve out the words on this mountain and stone cliff.

There are not many words, only four words, but they are enough. Its words are leaning on the staggered, its pen ups and downs, its shape of the gesture is majestic, its momentum is tense, the word is left out of the unintentional, is its palm two forget, there is a chivalrous indulgence, ten steps to kill, thousands of miles do not stay, come and go without a trace.

Looking at its words, I was shocked in my heart, and suddenly felt the earth-shattering thunder and thunder. Soul-stirring, soul-stirring.

I was very distracted, and I was caught off guard by the attack! I bit the tip of my tongue, and with a wave of pain, I raised my right hand and slammed it into the place where the handwriting was! I mourned more than my heart died, and the unwilling angry blow did not cause a trace of waves. Hammered on the cliff with his right hand, blood burst out, and the blood slowly slid down the ditch on the word, only acting as a dye.

Physically and mentally exhausted, the body leaning on the cliff slowly fell, and after indirectly regaining his senses, his face was only self-deprecating and sneering, laughing unscrupulously, as it should be, laughing at his own stupidity and that idiot-like behavior, and very suspicious that it was I who had just committed that idiotic act? But then, I was powerless to argue that it wasn't me who did that idiotic act, and I lost so much blood that I was dizzy. Collapsed beside the cliff, he muttered, "Let me rest first."

fell headlong and fainted.

In his mind, Gongzi Ye curled up on the rocking chair without any posture, supporting his forehead with one hand and covering his eyes, as if he was doing a futile cover-up, grinning exaggerated corners of his mouth, laughing wantonly, starting from the idiotic behavior of the little white, the prince was ready to endure it, but the corners of his mouth were faintly provoked but the endless smile behind him, he didn't dare to disturb Xiaobai for fear that he would break away from the idiocy and self-destruct a good show, until Xiaobai fainted like a self-conscious person, Gongzi Ye laughed forward and backwards, unscrupulous.

Where does laughter come from?

The four characters of the iron painting silver hook have been stained by the little white blood, and the light red blood stains in the ditch are extremely eye-catching on the gray-brown mountain stone, and the four big characters are like a shocking heartstring, which is a fatal strangulation of the little idiot's behavior, and these four words are nothing more than ......

Visit here......

After Xiaobai was covered by the big umbrella in a coma, Gongzi was rightfully pushed onto the stage and took over the control of Xiaobai's body. The powerlessness of excessive blood loss fills the whole body, only the mind is relatively sober, but such a stalemate is doomed to a dead end, but the prince does not feel the powerlessness of struggle and the fear of waiting for death because of this, because he knows that if he closes his eyes and faints, when he wakes up, he will definitely appear in the small courtyard of the Guigu Valley, I don't know who saved him, but he is destined to die, so what are you worried about?

When I opened my eyes, I reluctantly turned my head sideways and looked at the four words on the cliff, and it was a joke to come here. He tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled. Looking at those four words almost sluggishly, he suddenly found that the blood stains he left on the words turned out to be a wandering trend, and the bloodstains that were originally only half covered slowly spread outward, and after a while, he saw that the four big words were all covered by blood!

Gongzi's eyes shrank, but he was not shocked, after all, at the height of his life and the self-esteem of laughing and talking about the vicissitudes of life, he really didn't have too much shock at this kind of strange thing.

There is nothing new under the sun. Comparing oneself to the majestic existence of the sun is not an indirect self-deprecation, but a very high self-esteem, after all, in life, who can have the opportunity to go through again? Since this opportunity, others dare not guess the life and death, but their own safety is vivid, experienced once, the second time there is no such freshness and shock. And there is no memory of this scene in front of him, so this surprising scene rarely makes Xiaobai's pupils shrink.

I saw that the four big characters were entangled together like a dream, like an ink painting falling into the water, and the ink was not dried but was flooded, and it must be stained with ink. And at this time, I saw that on the handwriting of the cliff that I didn't know what to use, I spit out two books. appeared in the chaos out of thin air, and after the last corner of the two books was out of the chaos, the two books fell freely and smashed on Xiaobai's body, and the dreamlike handwriting disappeared with his own bloodstains, leaving only the surrounding rocks and cliffs.

I didn't have time to think about where the words had gone, and I didn't have a chance to check what the two books were, when I saw a figure fall with a bang, and the sound of footsteps came to me, and in an instant I was in front of me.