The snow had stopped, but the sky was still gloomy. The mountains are filled with mist, leaking from one side to the other like a waterfall. The eaves of Ling Xuguan were covered with ice, the waterfall on the back mountain was also half frozen, and the stream under the snow was steaming.

Standing under a tree covered with frost flowers, the Taoist reached out to catch a thousand paper cranes flying crookedly towards him. This paper crane seemed to have an aura, and when it touched the palm of the Dao Chief, it automatically unfolded. A few words were written on it, and the words were as ugly as ghost drawings. But after reading it, he frowned slightly.

A fire rose out of thin air from his palm, and burned the poor paper crane clean.

"Rongyou, they're looking for you. ”

"Nope. ”

"Tolerance and ...... It's time to put an end to it," his tone sounded like a well-behaved elder, but it always felt a little strange with this face. "You have to go back to Qingqiu. You're there after all. ”

Rong He was uncharacteristically silent. His face was born with a three-point charm, coupled with anger, it actually showed a strange fierceness that would rather die than obey.

"Tianzun. ”

"Huh?" the Taoist was a little puzzled by what he called him.

"It's fine. I don't know how many more days I'll be able to stay, and I'm really reluctant to let that little sister with a lot of flesh on her face. Are you going to let her practice calligraphy in the room? I'm going to see her. ”

Rong You said this, turned around to hide the panic in his eyes, and strode away. But he didn't notice that there was a faint look of worry on the Dao Chief's face. The long wind filled his robe, blowing his hair a little scattered. He stared at Rong You's back for a long time, and raised his hand slightly to stop the wind.

As soon as Rong He entered the door of the study, he saw Yun casually's hands full of ink, staring at the words he wrote bitterly and hatefully, and his little face was wrinkled almost like a rotten loofah. Seeing Rong He come in, his mouth pursed, and his tears were about to fall down, and he sobbed and said, "Brother Rong He, I can't write well...... My words are so ugly, and my hands are shaking,...... I, I can't write Master's handwriting......"

Rong He leaned over to look at the ink-stained paper, and could only say that the paper was stained with ink.

Looking at the posture of Yun holding the pen at will, it is like holding a knife in his hand, and he can't wait to poke a few holes in this table.

He looked at Yun casually with some tears and laughter, leaned down and gently wiped the tears on her face with his hand, and coaxed with a good temper: "Don't cry, my brother practiced calligraphy like this back then." Don't be in a hurry. It's just that the way you're holding the pen isn't quite right, come on, like this-"

This damn Qingxuan. Rong He said in his heart. He must have just given his apprentice pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to write, and he went out without a head, leaving the panicked Yun alone in the study at will, and teaching her nothing.

Rong He held down Yun's casual hand, moved the pen lightly, and taught her to write down her name one by one. Although it is not satisfactory, compared to the black lines just now, this is a word.

"There is a knack for writing," Rong He said to her gently: "Pull, charge, hook, check, resist." Just remember. With diligent practice every day, my brother believes that you will be able to write as well as your master. ”

Yun casually nodded in confusion and wiped his face with his hand, but his face, which was already stained with ink, looked even darker. Rong He looked at her funny appearance, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if he had been grabbed by something, and a sweet voice sounded in his head - "Brother, my mother is not here, you can teach me to practice calligraphy!"

He shook his head a little irritably, and a painful look suddenly appeared on his face.

Yun casually looked at him with some concern, and stretched out a hand to pull his sleeve: "Brother Ronghe, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't touch me! Get out of here!" I don't know which word angered him, Rong He suddenly flicked his sleeves and almost pushed the cloud to the ground at will. Yun, who didn't know what was going on, was startled at random, tears rolling in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but what's wrong......" she asked again, but the voice was very soft, with a little caution. Rong He seemed to have just reacted to what was happening, he lowered his head and looked at his hands with some horror, his eyes were clouded with a layer of fog.

"Once upon a time, there was a child, he didn't want you to be taught to practice calligraphy like you are now, and his father and mother didn't care about him. ”

Rong He suddenly spoke to himself, regardless of whether Yun was listening or not, but he continued to speak, his voice was a little low.

"His family is an ancient clan that honors his mother. However, his mother has only one son and no daughter, and in order to keep the position of the patriarch of his lineage without being opposed by the clansmen, he would rather succeed a girl with better qualifications to his relatives than let his son succeed him. ”

"And what happened later, which one became the patriarch?" Yun casually's mind was completely attracted by this story, and he looked at Rong He with straight eyes, as if he had forgotten what had just happened, and asked very curiously.

"That kid has a very high level of understanding, his mother didn't let him learn spells, so he practiced secretly, and no one instructed him, so he went around quietly apprenticed. Sometimes when they were caught practicing too late, they were beaten and locked up without food. He didn't understand why his mother would be so good to a strange sister, and he didn't believe that his mother would not be good to him, thinking that he didn't work hard enough, so he tried his best to please her, but it always backfired. Because his mother told him, 'I don't want to have a son like you.' ’”

"The little girl who was passed on to the branch flew up and became a phoenix, and she gradually learned that she would become the patriarch no matter what, so she commanded her 'brother' and completely forgot her original identity. Later, the two grew up, and the child quickly became the leader of the clan because of his orthodox blood, and he was even more dissatisfied with the decision made by his mother, he felt that all this was originally his, so he changed his way to make the clan change their views and take back everything he had lost. ”

The more Rong He spoke, the lower his voice became, and the expression on his face was a little obscure.

"What happened later?" Yun casually asked eagerly, his whole body leaning towards him, almost falling.

"Later?" Rong and Yin smiled deliberately sympathetically.

"I've been here since then. ”