Luan Niang lay in Yuan Tianxi's arms, with a heartfelt smile on her face.

I don't know what kind of evil I have fallen into, since I met this old enemy a few years ago, I fell in love with him wholeheartedly, and this health has been bad since the year, and it is also because I haven't seen him for a long time.

After all, lovesickness is the most hurtful.

"You haven't picked up customers these days, have you?"

Yuan Tianshu gently rubbed it like cloud green silk, and Luan Niang nodded:

"You gave me enough silver, I was free a few years ago, and no man has touched my body except you."

“......”

Looking at the dimly lit house, Yuan Tianshu thought about it again and again and finally made up his mind, owing her a lot in her previous life, and she couldn't continue in this life.

"Luan Niang, take care of your body, and in a few months, I'll pick you up."

"What are you going for?"

Thin Ma Luan Niang raised her head and asked curiously.

Yuan Tianshu grinned, and his smile was extremely gentle:

"Come with me, the dead wood is in the spring, the old tree is new, and I want to marry a lady!"

“…… Didn't you lie to me? ”

Luan Niang asked in disbelief, and Yuan Tianshu shook his head vigorously:

"When did so-and-so lie to you?"

"You—don't you think I'm dirty?"

Luan Niang's eyes instantly turned red, and Yuan Tianshu shook his head lightly:

"There are thousands of women in the world, in my eyes, only you are the purest!"

"I—I always thought you didn't touch me because you hated me for being dirty."

Luan Niang cried, over the years, Yuan Tianshu has come here to do more than his hands and feet, but he has never done anything about fish and water, which has made her feel a little apprehensive.

"Don't cry, don't cry, something makes sense, and you'll know later."

Yuan Tianshu patted Luan Niang's arm to make her stand up, then took out a milky white porcelain bottle from his arms, and said with a smile:

"The old rule, three drops of blood, a strand of hair."

Luan Niang nodded, took out the box from under the pillow, took out a silver needle and pricked it lightly on her ring finger, and three crystal clear drops of blood fell into the bottle.

Over the years, she has also been accustomed to doing these things, and every time she comes, she has to take blood and hair, and I heard him say that he is used to draw talismans, and I don't know what kind of talisman he draws.

Putting away the porcelain vase hair, Yuan Tianshu found a letter on the table, and opened it curiously:

"I remember that both of your parents died, where did this letter come from?"

"I didn't send it, there is an uncle in my hometown, who is my only elder, and this letter has not been written for long, and it has not been time to send it yet."

Luan Niang took the cotton and held her fingers, sat down at the table obediently, and asked with some hesitation:

"Master Dao, don't you like me to contact my family?"

"How so!"

Yuan Tianshu shook his head vigorously:

"Having elders alive is convincing, and you need to have more contacts."

"My common name is Yuan Tianju, and I will be called Tianshu in the future."

"Hmm!"

Luan Niang nodded, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she finally knew his name.

The paper was opened, not a ready-made letter paper, but a hand-cut cooked Xuan, Yuan Tianshu saw the moment he saw the black words on the white paper, his eyes suddenly shrank, good words!

The vertical and horizontal arrangement of the text and its neatness, if the paper is not clean, I am afraid that people will think that it is printed.

The writing font is in regular script, but it is very different from the ordinary regular script.

Although it is also a well-behaved and angular one, it also exudes an indescribable elegance, and it is really eye-catching.

Yuan Tianshu rolled up his sleeves, held his breath and concentrated, stretched out the two fingers of his right hand, and gently tapped at Shu Xuan.

"Hum~"

The rice paper made a slight vibration sound, and then a soft blue light bloomed, which really startled Luan Niang at the table.

"What a mellow heaven and earth root!"

Yuan Tianxi's eyes widened, this scene really shocked him, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

The aura of the Red Dust Great World is weak, and it stands to reason that it is impossible to produce such a mellow spiritual root.

"Luan Niang, who wrote this letter?"

"Written by Mr. Chai Tiannuo Chai Xiao of Moxiangju, the girls in the pavilion are looking for him to write these days, he is a very good person, and he is still an official Wu Xiucai, I heard that he is only sixteen."

Mo Xiangju, Yuan Tianshu nodded, it was the calligraphy and painting shop opposite the wall he climbed.

"Wu Xiucai, shouldn't he be Wen Xiucai?"

Looking at the letter in his hand again, Yuan Tianshu really couldn't believe that a martial artist who danced with a knife and a gun could write such good words.

Luan Niang thought about it carefully and shook her head gently:

"It's Wu Xiucai that's right, a few days ago, a group of splashes angered Mr. Chai Xiao and asked him to abolish more than 40 people in one battle."

"So powerful?"

Yuan Tianshu's eyes widened, sixteen-year-old Wu Xiucai, fighting dozens of people alone, this Chai Tiannuo, eighty percent can compete with those generals!

"There's more!"

Seeing Yuan Tianshu shocked, Luan Niang couldn't help but laugh:

"A few days ago, the male and female thieves were taken off by him, and I heard that when he entered Beijing, he killed more than 50 bandits in one battle."

"Cui'er told me that the four soldiers outside the courtyard who peeked at the price all day now don't call him Chai Boy, but Chai Damengren."

"The matter of Mr. Chai Xiao is not a small topic in the cabinet."

Yuan Tianshu's eyes narrowed slightly, if the rumors are true, then this Chai Tiannuo must be the future general of Dahua!

Looking at the extremely elegant handwriting on Shu Xuan, Yuan Tianshu nodded lightly:

"The pen is like a blade!"

In the evening of the next day, Chai Tiannuo walked towards Moxiangju with a smile on his face, and he was in a good mood today.

When strolling around in the morning, Chai Tiannuo competed with the spearmanship teacher, who had just practiced the gun for a few months, and he was stunned to die of the spearmanship teaching, and the white dots on the protective gear were almost connected.

However, the victory or defeat is nothing to the famous Chai Daguan, mainly because the two pairs of color heads are too gratifying, so that his mouth has not closed all the way.

Then in the afternoon, when tutoring Wei Zhongxian, a passing doctor affirmed Chai Tiannuo's efforts.

In the morning exam, Wei Zhongxian got a B, and when he elaborated on the self-cultivation in the eight items, he was clear and well-worded, which really shocked the doctor.

"Chai Dameng, you should really take the literary road, I have read the focus of the article you wrote with Wei Zhongxian, with your knowledge and calligraphy, I will be a famous person in the Chinese literary world in the future!"

Hearing this, Chai Tiannuo couldn't help grinning, and he was naturally happy to be praised by the doctor, but Chai Damengren's unobtrusive nickname, why did he even shout from the Academy of Literature?

After that, the doctor gave Chai Tiannuo a thin booklet, and Chai Tiannuo couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the title of the book, it turned out to be Dr. Qu's "Nine Chapters"!

Wow, nine chapters on parchment, this is a proper rare book, and money can't buy it.

Chai Tiannuo crossed his hand and saluted, sincerely thanked Dr. Wei Xuancheng of the Academy of Liberal Arts, and gave this kind of book to himself, which shows that Mr. Wei really values himself!

"I've seen your calligraphy and painting in Ma Wenxuan's store, it's very good!"

"Although you have embarked on the martial arts, you should not pull down the path of the text."

Speaking of this, Wei Xuancheng patted Chai Tiannuo's arm vigorously and said seriously:

"Martial arts can strengthen the body, and the Tao of literature can strengthen the mind."

"I hope that you Chengwen can be the same as Anbang Wu can determine the country, not the brave general!"