Song Liuguang said: "Fart, how can you be stupid if you can't weave a blade of grass?"

Ling Yanluo nodded and said, "Yes, I don't know how to be stupid?"

Song Liuguang only then knew that the other party was turning a corner to coax her.

She sat up: "It's different, it's different, why is it the same to read and weave grass leaves? Reading costs brains, this doesn't take brains." ”

Ling Yanluo touched her head: "But I just can't weave grass blades, you are smarter than me." ”

"But, but," Song Liuguang hung his head, "I really can't remember these words, really, I can remember the shape of these words, but the meaning will be confused." ”

"Then can you listen to it well, I can't listen to it once, I can say it two or three times, it doesn't matter. ”

With all that said, Song Liuguang nodded.

A quarter of an hour later, Song Liuguang fell asleep with his eyes open.

Yes, fell asleep with his eyes open.

Song Liuguang didn't know that she would fall asleep with her eyes open, and the teacher who was trying to re-enact the shadow puppet show found that her students were asleep under her noses, and her heart would still be cold after living for 3,000 years.

Ling Yanluo pulled up the hem of her clothes and squatted in front of the child with her eyes open, and sighed deeply.

The only thing that can be used as a consolation for the soul is that this child's psychic eyes are stronger than his own, and he couldn't sleep with his eyes open when he was so young.

The thin palm of the man in white covered Song Liuguang's forehead, and sure enough, after coming out of the valley, this child's intellect became even more confused.

A nine-year-old child, with two spiritual impacts of the 10,000-year-old ancient array, can still stay awake and tease cats and dogs every day is already a move against the sky.

Ling Yanluo raised his head and looked at the strange stone map of Huangshan on the wall, distressed.

How can you make a stupid child read a book without thinking he is stupid?

Song Liuguang woke up hungry, she slept dimly with her eyes open, and thought she was lying on the bed, falling headlong to the ground, and the sound of the bang made people's teeth ache.

She rubbed her head and came to her senses, and what caught her eye was the white brocade screen that made her very familiar.

She trembled with a spirit, and subconsciously turned her head to find Ling Yanluo.

But how can there be a shadow of Ling Yanluo?

said that he wanted to study seriously, and then he fell asleep again, Song Liuguang was empty-hearted, and he was hungry at this time, and Ling Yanluo disliked her that she couldn't support the wall in the mud, and now she was angry and left directly, and she had nothing to eat.

Song Liuguang got up from the ground and began to look for Ling Yanluo on the sixth floor.

Behind the screen, there is none.

Under the table, no.

Song Liuguang slapped himself, what did he think, was he really stupid and delirious?

On the sixth floor of Lingyun Pavilion is a huge exhibition hall of calligraphy and painting, with a bright splendid screen separating the space from a labyrinth, and countless landscape paintings and portraits hanging on the wall.

Song Liuguang trotted all the way into this extravagant and gorgeous labyrinth, while running, the birds and birds on the screen were all calling at her, the apes swung from this side of the screen to follow her, the clouds and temples were towering, and the lady with the skirt dragging at the bottom covered her mouth with a fan and laughed at her.

Song Liuguang found that side from this side of the maze, the psychic eye seemed to have lost its effect at this time, she was trapped in the maze no matter how she ran, she was hungry, and her confidence was not so sufficient.

As she walked, she shouted at the top of her throat: "Ling Yanluo!"

"Master!"

"Master, where have you been? I'm so hungry—"

"No, I was wrong, I must study hard! Master, I'm lost!"

As if sensing something, Song Liuguang turned around and walked in the other direction of the screen.

She kicked the corner of her skirt with her foot as she walked, shook her head and said to herself, and also to Ling Yanluo, who was probably looking at her, "I'm listening carefully, but why am I just asleep? Is it because my injuries haven't healed that I'm so sleepy?"

"I really want to study, should, although none of our ancestors have been literate for three generations, but my second brother likes the school, I used to hold him and squat at the root of the wall of the Liucheng School to coax him to sleep is easier than usual. ”

Song Liuguang's mouth was dry, and suddenly there was a sound of water.

The sound of water, Song Liuguang shook his head, making sure that he was not confused.

As she walked forward, the sound of the water getting louder and louder, and not the sound of a stream, but the rumble of the river crashing against the rocks on the shore.

Turning a screen of the woman teasing the poodle, a river of water appeared in front of her.

This is a huge picture scroll, covering a whole wall, painting the rolling Yangtze River to the east, the wide river is surging, the attic on the hill on the bank is like a leaf in the river, and the angry river is about to tear it apart in a moment.

Song Liuguang walked forward, the river was shooting, the rain was pouring down, and the corners of her clothes were wet.

And in front of the scroll stood the person she had been looking for for a long time.

He took off his wide-sleeved white robe, wore a green shirt, and his long hair like ink was pulled up with a cloth belt, and his posture was erect, like a strong bamboo standing on the bank of the river.

"Master. ”

Song Liuguang shouted quietly.

The man looked back, "Huh?"

He looked at Song Liuguang with his head down, and remained silent: "What's wrong?"

Song Liuguang paced towards him step by step, "I shouldn't be asleep." ”

The sound of water was loud, I don't know if Ling Yanluo heard it.

"Hungry?"

I don't think I heard it.

Song Liuguang raised his face shamelessly: "I'm hungry!"

Ling Yanluo, who was dressed lightly, nodded, "I'll take you to dinner." ”

Song Liuguang happily rubbed his hands and looked at Ling Yanluo.

Ling Yanluo began to touch his sleeves again, and took out a hat with his hand.

"Huh?" Song Liuguang looked confused, and the man stuck the hat on her head and tied a bow under her chin.

He squatted down, took out a pair of feathers from his sleeve and put them on for her.

After dressing up Song Liuguang as a little fisherman, he also brought himself a hat and put on a bigger rain lily.

He stretched out his hand, and Song Liuguang looked at him puzzled, but still put his hand in his palm.

Ling Yanluo grabbed Song Liuguang, raised his foot, and stepped into the surging river.

The heavy rain hit her body in an instant, and the dense rain smashed into Song Liuguang in an instant, she tilted her head, and the rain on the hat poured down.

The river rumbled like a mountain torrent, and the wind blew the rain so that Song Liuguang couldn't open his eyes.

Although he was wearing a thick rain coat, as soon as the water vapor blew, Song Liuguang felt that he was cold, and for a moment he thought that he was not wearing clothes.

Ling Yanluo stood in the night with a hat, like a former assassin in a storyteller.

Song Liuguang trembled, looked up at the extremely sassy man, and his tone became cautious: "Hero, where are we going now?"