Qiushui suddenly flipped through something in a book, she walked up to Wen Ran curiously, and asked curiously, "Is this thing your magic weapon in the Immortal Mansion?"

On the page was a dark gold pestle made of metal, but the pestle was wound with red threads, which resembled the color of blood.

Wen Ran thought for a while and said, "It seems to call one life for another."

Qiushui was puzzled, "Such a vulgar and easy-to-understand name?" ”

Wen Ran said: "This kind of thing is used to exchange blood, it is said that it was obtained by accident by the people of our ancestor's generation, although it can save people, but it can also kill people, so this thing is sealed in the sealing pavilion."

Although Dengxian Mansion is not richer than Zangyuan Valley, as the sect of cultivating immortals with the longest history, the background is the deepest among many sects, and the so-called sealing pavilion is sealed with many harmful magic weapons.

Zangyuangu is the best at crafting things, and Qiushui is also good at casting, she has never seen such a thing as "one life for one life" before, and she is a little interested for a while.

She took this "Instrument Book" and asked Wen Ran a lot of things, and I don't know if it will provide inspiration for her to cast things in the future.

The books in the library can only be lent out by the disciples of this sect, and Qiu Shui hurriedly finished the "Instrument Spectrum" and left the library with Wen Ran.

Qiushui still had to drink medicine, so he went back to the medicine garden with Xiaobai first.

Wen Ran dragged Shen Bei to sit on the stone bench in his yard.

She put the three books she brought out on the stone table, and then took out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and laid them out in front of him one by one.

Shen Bei's eyes swept over the things on the table one by one, he was like a good baby, looking at this pile of cultural people's things, his back was not straight, and his hands were on his knees, looking very restrained.

He asked cautiously, "Ranran...... Don't we endorse it? ”

"I know you have a knack for forgetting, so we won't endorse it today." Wen Ran sat beside him and put on a serious expression, "Straighten your back." ”

Shen Bei subconsciously sat up straight, but he still had no confidence in his black eyes.

Wen Ran said: "The exam is not just as simple as letting you memorize, but also writing and answering questions, if you don't know how to ......"

"Ranran, I will!" He suddenly seemed to be unwilling to admit defeat, and as if he was unwilling to admit defeat, he looked at her very stubbornly, "I will." ”

Wen Ran was silent for a while, and then curled the corners of her lips and smiled, "Of course, we Shen Jiaojiao can't do anything, but I can't, what should I do?" ”

Saying that, she became distressed, sighing, "If my handwriting is not good-looking, I will definitely be taught and punished, even if I am punished, I will definitely be laughed at by others, I want to practice calligraphy, but I am so boring to practice calligraphy alone......"

He looked at the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table unhappily, but when he saw Wen Ran, who was distressed by this, he pursed his lips and said, "I will accompany Ran Ran to practice calligraphy."

He hated practicing calligraphy, but if it was for her, he was willing to do something he hated.

Wen Ran has been playing with him for so long, how can he not see what he hates?

Her heart softened, "Shen Jiaojiao, let's play a new game today, okay?" ”

"New game?"

She nodded, "We can write better than anyone, and we can't make mistakes." ”

There was a light in his eyes, "The winner can make the loser do one thing?" ”

"Yes, but don't do too much!"

Shen Bei pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay, I won't let Ran Ran do too much." ”

Although he spoke well, when he picked up the pen and wrote, it was a different scene.

It took him a lot of effort to finish the first page of a book, but the black words were crooked on the white paper, and the lines were thick and thin, which was really miserable.

Wen Ran remembered the first time she wrote when she was a child, and it seemed that they were all better than what he wrote.

In fact, Shen Bei was very nervous the moment he picked up the pen and fell, and now seeing Wen Ran holding the paper on which he wrote in her hand, she didn't speak for a while, and he suddenly felt a strong uneasiness.

His fingers unconsciously scratched at the edge of the stone table, and the nails of his index finger were ground into uneven chips.

His hand was suddenly grasped.

Shen Be's eyes trembled, and he didn't dare to look at her.

Wen Ran said: "At first glance, this word is really bad!"

He wanted to blink, but he didn't dare to blink, for fear that water would fall out.

"But if you look closely, it feels different, this is chic and natural, the gesture is free and unrestrained, those deliberately written decent words, but it seems to be the same, but it is the words written by Shen Jiaojiao, which is more unrestrained, unique, unique, and different."

Shen Bei quietly lowered his gaze to look at her, and asked in a low voice, "Really?"

"Of course it's true!" She nodded heavily and asked him dissatisfied, "When did I lie to you?" ”

There was joy in his eyebrows and eyes, as if he had eaten the sweetest sugar in the world, "Well, Ran Ran didn't lie to me. ”

"Shen Jiaojiao, let's change our game." Wen Ran stuck to his side and said with a smile: "It's just that whoever writes is better, then I will definitely lose, why don't we compare who can imitate each other's handwriting, and the person who imitates well wins, how about it?"

He said, "Okay."

"Then I'll show you my handwriting first." Wen Ran copied the words on a page of the book, although it was not as good as the famous one, but it was also a good-looking hairpin, she put the paper in front of him, "You just write this and try." ”

Shen Bei was very obedient, he lifted the pen again, and every time before putting down the pen, he had to take a careful look at her penmanship, so he wrote very slowly.

When the wind blew, a strand of the boy's broken hair hung down the side of his face, blurring a ray of light, but he didn't pay any attention to it, or maybe he was too attentive to notice it.

Occasionally, when she raised her eyes and blinked, her long eyelashes also moved lightly, like a butterfly's wings fanning lightly, and the breeze that she brought up blew into her heart.

He's really good.

Wen Ran watched him gradually lose his mind, and after a while, she reached out and pinned his broken hair behind his ear, and when he looked over, she kissed it.

Shen Bei subconsciously opened her lips, so that she could kiss more deeply.

This has become their habit, they don't need to ask why, they don't need to say anything, and occasionally an unknown little detail can make each other like more.

It was as if she had caught a small butterfly with a gust of wind.

He did not know the secret joy of her heart, but he rejoiced in the intimacy she bestowed upon him.

When the kiss was over, she had two more small fruits in her hand.

The fruit is exchanged for kisses, and he still firmly remembers this equation.

However, he used to give a lot of money, but he has recently learned wisely, and knows that he can exchange two fruits for a kiss, so that he can save money, and the fruits he picks can be used for a long time.

Wen Ran ate his fruit, she stood up and held his hand, "Shen Jiaojiao, I'll teach you to write the way I hold a pen, okay?" ”

He pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay." ”

She corrected his posture of holding the pen, and took him to write slowly, stroke by stroke, his hands a little stiff and a little nervous.

Finally, he couldn't help but say softly: "My handwriting is not good-looking, and it doesn't matter if Ranran wants to beat me."

Wen Ran's expression paused slightly.

He raised his face, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and was overly careful, "Don't be impatient with me, okay?" ”

For some reason, Wen Ran's nose was a little sour, she turned her head to wipe her eyes, then looked at him again, and stretched out her fingers to expand the smile on the corner of his lips into a sunny arc.

"Shen Jiaojiao, Ranran will never lose patience with you, because the person who hurts Rana the most is you, remember?"

He smiled contentedly, "Remember." ”