The creaking of the doors made one wonder if the car would fall apart the next moment, and the strange donkey pulling the cart was quite majestic, but it was covered in miscellaneous hairs and spots, and many places were charred and blackened as if they had been burned by fire, and it looked really pitiful.

Dressed in a half-worn cotton jacket, Shisanlang got out of the narrow car door sideways, his cheeks were sunken, and his expression was haggard. Hearing this, Big Ash turned his head and looked at Thirteen Lang, snorting uneasily.

Seeing through the traces, the young man was not so depressed, but was attracted by Da Gray's extremely human performance, and said curiously: "Teacher, where did you buy this donkey, you are so smart." ”

Da Ash was a little dissatisfied, glared at him viciously, and the young man felt more and more surprised, and said repeatedly: "It's angry, it's still angry!"

"Everybody gets angry, and Big Ash is no exception. ”

Thirteen Lang responded casually, his bright and melancholy eyes cast not far away, and said: "It's cold and freezing, this military master, you might as well come together to avoid the wind." ”

The guard had a good impression of this weak scholar, shook his head with a smile, and replied, "Sir, don't pay attention to me, it's just that the young master can't stay here for too long, just sir." ”

A month ago, the team rushing to Randance City met Shisanlang during a camp, and when they found him, he was unconscious in the wild, almost freezing to death, and only this strange donkey was beside him, which was admirable and uncertain. Because logically speaking, such a scholar with a thin stature and weak physique, there is really no reason to survive in the wild covered by heavy snow, and after reporting to his master, he stayed overnight with the idea of saving people and doing good, and was ready to send him away after he improved slightly.

The result was very interesting, and somehow, at that time, the young master of the Lin family followed everyone to see Thirteen Lang out of curiosity, and found a few lines of scribbled handwriting in the place where he was rescued. Speaking of fate, the Lin family has been scholarly for several generations, and both sisters and brothers of this generation are good at this. Especially the little young master is determined to become a generation of calligraphers. Suddenly, I saw the kind of handwriting that seemed to jump out of the snow even though it was scribbled, and I couldn't bear it.

The next thing is very simple, the little young master took his sister to observe the handwriting together, and then went with him to beg his father, wanting to leave this down-and-out scholar behind.

What I thought was a simple thing turned out to be a twist and turn.

After listening to the descriptions of the two, after seeing the handwriting written by Thirteen Lang with his own eyes. Lord Lin's face changed suddenly.

Lord Lin was also proficient in calligraphy, and his attainments were far from being comparable to those of his two siblings, and the handwriting was drawn with his fingers on the snow, and he did not know the weishenme, and the wind and snow around him were so strong that he could not bury them, like sheep afraid of tigers, and birds and birds avoiding snakes and scorpions, especially when he looked at them. When he threw his divine soul into it, a vicious aura of extreme ferocity came to his face, almost breaking through the Purple Mansion.

Fortunately, Lord Lin's family is honest, accumulated for several generations, and he is equipped with a piece of jade that has been passed down from his ancestors and is said to be a thing of the immortal family.

Frightened, Lord Lin vetoed the request of the two sisters and brothers. At that time, I had the idea of abandoning it, but the two sisters and brothers, especially the little master, were greedy for pen and ink. If you can't do it yourself, you will pull your sister, and if your sister is not enough, she will beg her mother. The family of three chattered endlessly, which made Lord Lin helpless and upset.

What should I do? Who believes that other people's words can kill people!

The family had been in trouble for a long time without any result, and Lord Lin insisted that this person's origin was unknown and could not be tolerated as orthodox; Mrs. Lin felt sorry for her son and daughter, and besides, there was no reason why the child should not support learning words. After some fruitless lips and tongues, the lady who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside became angry and exposed Lord Lin's bottom in front of the child.

"If it weren't for the seduction of a good hand, a letter every three days and five days in three days, how could Miss Ben have been on the thief ship;

Lord Lin immediately raised his hand in surrender.

Having said that, it seems too unreasonable for a team with 300 pro-soldiers and an immortal family to be afraid of a down-and-out scholar. It is a wise move for Lord Lin to swallow his anger for the sake of family harmony.

This incident alarmed the immortal chief, and after some difficulty, he asserted that this man was only a mortal, and that the donkey could be regarded as a different species, but it was only a rough and spiritual beast, and his strength was greater. As for those words, it is strange, when it was the turn of the immortal chief to check, those handwritings had already been blown away by the wind and snow without a trace, how could there be any fierce atmosphere.

In the end, everyone decided to ask the scholar about his origin, and the result was good, the scholar had a frozen brain and incomplete memory.

It's not completely ignorant that the scholar said that he was going to Randance City to find a famous doctor to treat his sick lady, and then

And then it was gone.

Forget it all, and maybe never remember.

Enough, this bit of information, which is hardly information for Lord Lin, moved the mother and daughter to a mess, and their eyes were red.

Thousands of miles of reckless plains, there is no shortage of monsters and strongmen in the middle, a scholar is lonely on the road, just to save his lover and then look at the appearance of Thirteen Lang, although tired and haggard to the extreme, he can still see the original look, how can he not cry for it.

For quite a few women, the lethality of this kind of thing is more terrifying than magic weapons, and there is no time limit, and it is valid for a lifetime.

As a result, the attitude of the mother and son was more resolute, and the puzzled Lord Lin finally retreated, rewarded Shisanlang with a broken car, and at the same time strictly ordered the little master not to contact him except for learning words, as for the young lady, there was no door;

"Write seventeen kills in a row, the words are like blood-stained knives, killing blades, will such a person have no secrets?" Every time he thinks about this, Lord Lin, who doesn't know martial arts, will always have some emotion, but he is embarrassed to turn his face. Fortunately, Flurry City is coming, as long as you can arrive safely, that's it

"In that case, Master Jun, please take care of yourself. ”

While speaking, Shisanlang looked for a mountain rock, brushed away the snow on it, sat down and said, "What words do you want to learn today?"

Teaching people to write, the method of Shisanro is different, only one at a time, and set goals, if you don't achieve it, you will never teach the next one. The convoy has been gone for a month, and the little young master has only been recognized by five or six words. Even if he is as strict as Lord Lin, he can't help but admit that this gentleman named Xiao Bazhi is really ridiculously strict. Of course. He does have some real material. The progress of the little master is in front of him, and even the young lady who teaches him has benefited a lot, which really makes the lady happy.

The young man came to the front, took out two small boxes from his arms, handed them over with a smile and said, "Don't be in a hurry to write, the teacher will eat some snacks first, my mother made it herself." ”

Jusan Lang didn't pick it up right away. said: "Do you want to learn to write and kill again?"

The boy just smiled and refused to speak, and his delicate face actually looked like a little weasel stealing a chicken for the first time.

Leaving Thirteen Lang is because of the seventeen kills, although not as many as his father can see, the young man can still appreciate a little taste. To him, each stroke of those words was like a sword. The starting hand is more like two sharp knives, sharper than the sabers of the guards around them.

It can be seen that the young man has an extraordinary talent for calligraphy, and his courage is not great, but this does not hinder the unique fantasy of the young man; every time he thinks about the cold meaning contained in those handwritings, the little young master feels that his blood is boiling, as if he has become a ranger in the story, and he can walk the world with a single sword. The white clothes are fluttering, and the righteousness will be full of energy in the dream.

There is no teenager who is not martial. Which girl doesn't have a spring, that's the truth.

"It's fine. With this time to do the basics, you can indeed give it a try. ”

Shisanro took the box from the young man's hand and said, "But there is one thing, what about your sister? And your father?"

The young man was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, teacher, I won't let them know." ”

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "How can you hide the school entrance examination every day?"

The young man blinked quietly and whispered: "The teacher doesn't know, my father is not checking as tightly as before, and I deliberately reserved it two days ago and left a gap to come out." ”

Thirteen Lang couldn't help but blink and asked, "How did you come up with this move?"

Knowing that the teacher was generous, the young man simply behaved, and said with an aggrieved expression: "The teacher taught me a total of six words, a knife, a sword, and an improvisation;

Is this called improvisation?

Looking at the young man with a worried look in his eyes, Thirteen Lang sighed with emotion, didn't ask anything more, and said, "Write one first." ”

This is the procedure, and the teenager must always try to write it once before teaching it to find a way to improve. The boy had been prepared for this, and with a cheer he took off the short dagger hanging at his side, and compared it with the sheath on the snow, and began to concentrate.

This is also the requirement of the thirteen langs, do not stick to pen and ink in writing, a grass, a tree, a hand, a finger, can be made.

Thirteen Lang sat on the stone, did not interfere with the young man's thinking, opened the food box and looked at it, and chose one of them and handed it out with his backhand. Big Gray had been waiting for a long time, and with a slight swing of his head, he rolled the snack inside into his lips, and he still didn't forget to glance at the young man, thinking in his heart.

"If you eat people with a soft mouth, God will not care about your rudeness. ”

The young man didn't notice this scene, after a month of cultivation, his biggest gain was not to learn those six words, but to be able to condense his spirit in any situation; the wind and snow around him were fierce at this time, but the young man had no distractions, the stubbornness on his face was swept away, and his expression was quiet and solemn.

For this killing word, the boy has already simulated it countless times, and he is much more sure than the six words he learned before. After a while, the young man waved his short dagger in the snow with a sheath, and the pen walked away from the dragon and snake, and it was done in one fell swoop.

Kill!

Book bar, the young man let out a sigh of relief, looked at it carefully, looked a little smug in his eyes, raised his head and said, "Please ask the teacher for advice." ”

Thirteen Lang glanced at it casually and asked, "How did you write this word?" ”

The boy was slightly flustered and didn't understand what the teacher meant.

Thirteen Lang took the rest of the food box into his arms and said, "Is it a knife, a sword, or a burning stick?"

(To be continued......)