Entered Anping Lane and passed by the door of Chuntao.

The lights were on in the yard, and she had long since closed her shop and gone home.

Since autumn, as soon as it gets dark, she doesn't sell wontons.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and she is full of hooligans, and it is very unsafe for her to be a single woman like this.

Besides, there are not a few people who beat her idea.

As soon as he pushed the door into the courtyard, Chun Tao's courtyard door creaked open.

She stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the long dark alley.

The eyes also fell on the small courtyard of the ancient times.

The moonlight shines down.

Chun Tao seems to be expecting something.

Gu Lai stopped, did not enter the room, did not speak, and stood quietly in the courtyard.

The yard is not next to each other, there is one in between, but no one lives in it, and it has been empty for a long time.

The two men did not look at each other, but just stood.

The atmosphere was very delicate, and Gu Lai hesitated.

He is not good at the affairs of men and women in the world, and besides, he is naturally charming, he does not mean to be liked.

How to explain it?

Don't explain it.

If he doesn't explain, Chun Tao will naturally understand.

After a while, there was no movement at all, and Chun Tao's courtyard door creaked shut.

Like a sigh.

The light of the moon is very white, and the face of the spring peach is also very white!

In ancient times, it was understood that spring peach is not easy, and a woman must have something to rely on.

She knows about Babao Lane.

Since then, Chun Tao has treated herself like a big tree.

Gu Lai also understood that he was just a wanderer, how long could he stay in Longqi City?

Hope that should not be given, must not be given.

No matter how hot Chun Tao's face is, the cold butt has been attached for a long time, and it will naturally be cold.

The big tree is gone, either wait or change.

and other large trees that can be relied on, or

If you become a big tree, you don't have to rely on others.

Gulai entered the room and pushed the window open.

The peach tree was bare, only the peach branches remained, and in the autumn wind, it was cold and hard.

The night air rushed in, and it was slightly chilly.

He took out an inkstone, writing paper, and a pen case from the cage.

Practicing calligraphy calms him down.

The inkstone never needs to be washed, and when it is used up, the ink will automatically seep into the inkstone.

Cleaner than washed.

Ancient ink never put ink pills.

The grinding stone was dry ground on the inkstone, and after a while, the ink came out of the grinding stone.

Writing paper is also unusual.

It can be reused, it is written every day, and by the next day, the handwriting on the paper is gone.

In ancient times, it only took time to practice calligraphy, and it didn't cost money.

The hand slapped on the pen case, and it opened with a clatter, and there were six pens stuck in it.

The first branch grinds, the second branch sees the mountain, the third branch should be like this, the fourth branch is not very good, the fifth branch is at ease, and the last branch does not matter.

Gulai now uses the first pen, grinding!

He has also pulled out other pens.

I can't write.

Maybe the opportunity hasn't arrived, maybe the fire of the true qi of the willow hasn't arrived, in short, it can't be controlled.

In ancient times, it was believed that entering the world from the ancient path was practice.

Sharpen the pen and practice the words for a few months, and you can kill the underworld master in seconds.

When you can practice with the last pen, you will see another world.

He has expectations and worries!

In the continuous strengthening, Gu Lai pondered and understood.

His body resembles an unpolished, magical stone.

unlock the Dafa of being beaten and polish the body of a normal person; Unlock martial arts and polish the body of a martial artist.

What if I unlock the Immortal Arts? Maybe you can polish the immortal body.

These six pens are the carving knives of different stages.

It sounds wonderful, but there are hidden dangers.

When practicing calligraphy, the speed at which the true qi is raised often exceeds the body's endurance, and it needs to be tempered with exercises, otherwise the body will swell and crack.

To unlock and improve the exercises, you also need to practice the characters, and practicing the words will improve the true qi, and you have to continue to practice the words to unlock stronger exercises.

It becomes an endless cycle, and once it starts, it can't be stopped.

When the first pen was used, it was just a martial artist, and it was not obvious, and it could be alleviated, and it could also be with the help of external forces.

What about the second, the third?

The further you go, every time your true qi improves, it will be a large order of magnitude, and it will be difficult to control.

What should I do when the last pen is finished, or if a certain pen can't unlock the corresponding exercises?

Will it be destroyed?

Gu Lai felt that blessings and misfortunes depended on each other, and they needed to find a way to crack it.

Thinking about it again, the first pen has not yet been practiced, is it a little early to worry?

Gu Lai smiled, took out the grinding pen, put it on the inkstone, raised his hand and began to study the ink.

Gulai's movements are slow and gentle, and the ink produced is pitch black and delicate.

When the fine ink comes out, the pen is lifted.

The font is thin willow, with thin and straight strokes and sharp edges.

Gu Lai thought to himself, his fine willow writing is too sharp, when will the outline be written round, it will be complete.

It's like being a man, being sleek and sleek, so that you can be exquisite.

Since Babao Lane, he has a murderous aura in his heart.

In ancient times, he was a scholar and wanted to live an ordinary life.

Unlocked martial arts, just to have the ability to live an ordinary life without being disturbed.

The sharpening of the pen is the "Spring and Autumn Period", a total of six articles.

This post is one of them, "Chunjiang Fu".

The thin willow knife is a martial art unlocked from it.

After practicing for so long, the thin willow knife has practiced a six-foot arc light, and the fine willow true qi can spread out a two-foot gossamer.

This is not enough.

Now only play seven or eight out of ten.

Recently, I have been practicing calligraphy, and my progress has been slow.

Cultivation is like mountaineering, the higher you go, the more difficult it becomes, and you need to persevere.

Practicing the words for half a post, the true qi slowly spread from the dantian to the meridians of the whole body.

The snake molts like a new life.

After practicing a post, I found that the meaning of the pen was more sharp, with the intention of killing.

Gu Lai was uneasy, so he simply threw the grinding pen aside and picked up the grinding stone and ink.

Hearing the pencase vibrate, he opened it, and shook it like this.

"What does it mean?" Gu Lai is annoying, should it be sharper, or should it be rounded.

With a backhand slap, the pencil case closed.

"You're a beaten person too!"

Why do you use the word "also"?

He smiled, and he didn't bother to study the ink.

Say to the window, "Troubles should be like rain!" ”

After a while, the rain began to fall.

……

There weren't as many people on the long street as there used to be.

are busy making a living, and no one's life is easy.

The Spring Peach Wonton Restaurant only sat at a few tables.

It's almost noon, Gu Lai hasn't come out of the stall for a long time, and Chun Tao has looked around several times.

I heard the cage on the ground.

Chun Tao's eyes lit up, and she walked out of the store with steaming wontons.

"Mr. Gu is here?"

Gu Lai just sat down and replied, "Here we are." ”

Chun Tao puts the wonton in the corner of the table.

In ancient times, I used to thank you as usual, but in fact, I didn't mean to thank you, just out of habit.

This will not be busy, Chun Tao stood beside Gu Lai, quietly watching him eat wontons.

After Gu Lai finished eating, as soon as he picked up the empty bowl, Chun Tao's hand stretched out.

She took the empty bowl and didn't go back to the store, but just whispered, "Mr. Gu? ”

Gu Lai raised his head, Chun Tao blushed, and there was spring light in his eyes.

"What?"

Chun Tao said: "It's cold in autumn, Mr. Gu might as well move into the store." ”

"Put up a sign in front of the store, and if someone asks him to write a letter, just come in."

Gu Lai said politely: "All year round, I only have this single clothes, when did I feel cold." ”

Chun Tao still had something to say, and as soon as it came to her mouth, her eyes were a little more hesitant, and she swallowed it back.

The listener has an intention, this sentence has a voice-over, such as people drinking water, cold and warm self-knowing.

Care is superfluous, and it's good to take back your thoughts.

In ancient times, he bowed his head and practiced calligraphy, and regarded it as nothing.

Otherwise, it will be embarrassing!

Chun Tao walked to the store with the empty bowl, and when she arrived at the door, she turned back again.

He looked a little lonely.

As soon as the words were practiced, Gu Lai picked up the cage and left.

When Chun Tao left the store, the person walked away.

She clung to the doorframe, stunned.

In ancient times, it was a work to write a few plaques, in the west of the city.

A few small shops have opened, so please write the signboards of the stores.

The design point is high-end, atmospheric, and eye-catching fonts.

The war in the south was tight, and many things could not be transported.

Prices have risen significantly.

Spring Peach's profit from selling wontons is getting slimmer day by day.

In ancient times, I thought about it, and I received more couplets, plaques, and wedding and funeral essays, obituaries, and the like.

In short, make more money.

If the spring peach days are not green, at least you can carry a little.

His articles are good, the words are beautiful, and the fees are low.

Please ask the big Confucian in the city to run the pen, which means that many landlords, wealthy students, and wealthy families are willing to use the ancient times.

Robbing other people's business will cause some jealousy.

But in ancient times, he set up a stall on the long street, but the people on the underworld did not charge him protection money.

But anyone who has a brain will think that a scholar should have an underworld background.

I was not happy in my heart, and I didn't dare to do anything about the ancient times.

In the troubled times, the bandits in the mountains are domineering, and the underworld is rampant in the city, who can provoke it.

After a busy afternoon, there were seventy or eighty pieces of money in the bag, and the harvest was quite rich.

It is quite easy for a scholar to put down his body and make money.