Mo Xiaolou took out pen and ink from the study, as well as a folding fan, and saw Wan Wan Jiao standing aside, tilting her head slightly, looking at him with puzzled eyes.

"Don't move. ”

The little girl's expression at this time made his eyes light up, and after giving a gentle command, he quickly took out a quill pen and drew it in the center of the fan.

In a short time, Xiao Wanwan dressed in a dress appeared vividly on the fan, not only with a look at the shape, but also with the mysterious characteristics that blended elegance and magnificence and dark weirdness, and the lines were simple and powerful, precise and clear.

This is the charm of Gongbi painting, although in terms of ideological expression, it may not be as good as Chinese painting, but it is better than realism, and can preserve those unforgettable moments like photos.

"Little girl, how's that?" After the last stroke, Mo Xiaolou put away the quill pen, smiled and turned the fan on his back, and showed the vivid and wonderful person painted to Wan Wan.

The little girl stared at it, and was suddenly shocked to open her mouth, and a strange feeling emerged in her heart.

"How did you do that? It felt like looking in a mirror, like seeing your twin sisters. It's so much fun!"

"Hey, don't grab it. I'm not done yet!"

Mo Xiaolou gently pushed away the little girl who wanted to snatch the folding fan with her teeth and claws, took out another wolf hair from her waist, dipped it in fragrant ink, and then smeared several lines of square and straight small letters on the folding fan.

"The flowers of land and water, the loveliness of the ......"

As Mo Xiaolou's deep voice rose, the little girl's eyes became serious. The people of the Holy Gate have been learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since they were children, and their literary literacy has never been low. Therefore, although I have only heard two sentences, I already feel that this article is extraordinary.

The clothes are flying, and the pen is walking the dragon and snake. At this time, Mo Xiaolou was more like a poet in his prime and exalting words, rather than a martial artist.

"Jin Tao Yuanming loves chrysanthemum alone. Since the opening of the emperor, the world has loved Youtan. To love the lotus out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons......"

When he read this, the expression on Mo Xiaolou's face was extremely serious, as if he was performing a sacred ritual. Because of this, his pen power has not been collected, so that the two sentences on the folding fan "out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons" seem to be emphatically written.

"The middle is straight outside, not vines and branches, fragrant and clear, pavilions and pure plants, can be viewed from a distance and can not be blasphemed. ”

As for this sentence, he raised his head and glanced at Wan Wan, smiled slightly, and then continued to bow his head and write:

"It is called chrysanthemum, the hidden person of flowers, the one who is beautiful, the one who is rare of flowers, and the lotus, the gentleman of flowers. The love of chrysanthemum is rarely heard of after pottery. The love of the lotus, who is the giver? The love of Youtan is suitable for everyone!"

It is worthy of being a famous story through the ages, as soon as she took out her hand, she was stunned and speechless, with her mouth open, very cute.

"How about giving it to you?" Mo Xiaolou put away the brush and blew lightly on the fan, signaling Wan Wan to say.

A heartwarming look flashed in Wan Wan's eyes, but she refused:

"Don't want it, you are not a teacher, why should you teach me. I don't want to make a lotus flower that comes out of the mud and is not stained!"

Mo Xiaolou shook his head helplessly, and at the same time took out a quill pen and wolf hair, sandwiched it between his fingers, and wrote and drew on the blank part on the other side of the fan, but this time, what the wolf dipped was cinnabar.

Soon after, a fur red like a karmic fire, wearing a chain gold armor of the unruly back jumped on the paper, the upper part of the fan, is made of wolves smudged countless heavenly soldiers and generals, and the lower part, a painting by the brush, the back of the fiery red cloak is so open that it almost jumps out of the fan.

The heavenly soldiers are endless, but all the limelight has been stolen by this back. It seems that as long as he stands there, then heaven and earth, all eyes must be focused on him, that is the unique and majestic - Monkey King!

Throwing away the double brush, Mo Xiaolou unfolded the newly painted side of Fang Cai to Wan Wan to look at, and then said calmly:

"Do you want this time?"

"Yes, of course, but...... I'm sure I'm not going to be a gentleman in a flower, I'm ...... It could only be a witch. ”

"Then, make a muddy ...... Enchantress. ”

"That's pretty much it. Thank you, Uncle Stupid...... Only you are willing to talk to Wan'er about this......"

Mo Xiaolou was about to tease a few words, when he suddenly felt a cold breath coming from behind. Looking back, I saw the evil king standing under the porch not far away, sneering again and again.

"Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons. What a noble prose, good boy, you are really not ordinary. ”

"Master, why are you here?"

"Come and see my good apprentice. Hmph, if I didn't know that you had the ability to forget, I wouldn't be able to contact you. Shi Zhixuan's expression was gloomy, and his tone was cold.

Mo Xiaolou was puzzled: "What does Master mean by this?"

"I just received a secret report that a large number of Yin Sect people have appeared in the city......"

"Is it the Yin Sect people? Are you here to save Wan Wan......

"Dare to quibble!" Shi Zhixuan snorted, glanced at Wan Wan behind Mo Xiaolou, and said word by word: "What about her other dagger?"

Mo Xiaolou's face changed, how did he know that there were two daggers?

"Do you know, as my apprentice, what is the most taboo?" Shi Zhixuan had already stepped forward, patted Mo Xiaolou's shoulder gently, and smiled weirdly.

"Yes—stupid!"

"Poof—"

Shi Zhixuan's voice was not high, but the word "stupid" carried an extremely strong internal breath and coercion, and Mo Xiaolou, who had low skills, vomited blood and flew away in an instant.

Wan Wan, who was concentrating on checking the folding fan, was suddenly awakened and exclaimed: "Uncle stupid!"

wanted to use light power to catch Mo Xiaolou, but found that he couldn't move at all.

The powerful pressure from Shi Zhixuan made Mo Xiaolou and Wan Wan both stiff all over, unable to operate any internal breath. The difference in strength, it's too big!

"......" Mo Xiaolou finally landed, and it landed right next to Wan Wan. He struggled to prop himself up and sat down on the floor, his brow furrowed. He never expected that Shi Zhixuan would discover his little tricks so quickly. Originally, I thought about learning martial arts here in Shi Zhixuan and then calmly escaped, but now that I think about it, it's really ridiculous.

The dignified evil king, if he was so good, he would have been killed countless times by the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism.

Now, Mo Xiaolou also began to regret it a little.

It's not that I regret playing tricks behind Shi Zhixuan's back, but I regret that I was involved in Wan Wan. Although it was only a few days of contact, Mo Xiaolou did like this cute and clever little girl. Of course, it's the kind of adult that children like.

"It seems that you like this little girl very much? Xiaolou, if I kill her first......"

"No!" Mo Xiaolou shook his head suddenly: "This matter has nothing to do with her. ”

"Unrelated?" Shi Zhixuan smiled, stared at Wan Wan and asked, "Really unrelated?"

Without waiting for her to answer, Shi Zhixuan gathered true qi in his hand and indifferently spit out a word: "Death." ”

"No! Girl, run!!"

Mo Xiaolou gritted his teeth, roared, and under the pressure of the evil king's mountain-like momentum, Huo Ran got up, grabbed Wan Wan's hand, and threw it out with all his might.

Rumble!!

The evil king's iron fist slammed into his chest like a heavy hammer, clicking several times, and several ribs were broken.

"Bad uncle......!"

An exclamation came from Wan Wan, but it stopped abruptly.

This is the evil king Shi Zhixuan, how could he let a little girl escape from his attack range?

I saw him grab it with his backhand, manipulate his true qi to grab the little girl in the air and throw it to the ground. Mo Xiaolou let out a low roar, regardless of the injury, and caught her before she landed.

"Poof—"

Mo Xiaolou was hit hard again, spewing out a mouthful of blood arrows, a small half of which was stained on Wan Wan's clothes, and a small half was sprinkled on the folding fan in her hand.

Fortunately, his blocking buffered a large part of the momentum, which did not let Wan Wan die directly.

Mo Xiaolou bit the tip of his tongue violently, not letting himself fall into dizziness, and pulled Wan Wan behind him to block it.

Shi Zhixuan saw that the two of them had lost their combat effectiveness, so he didn't rush to kill them, and said quietly:

"Xiaolou, Xiaolou, you are so calculating. At the waterfall that day, I pretended to hold this little girl hostage, and it seemed that I was saving me, but in fact, I wanted to use the dagger as a token to draw a map of my hiding place to Yuyan, right?"

Mo Xiaolou took a few deep breaths, seemed to have given up resistance, and said weakly: "Master's eyes are like torches. ”

"Why don't you just let Yuyan and I die together?"

"Master, Master, are you still lying to people? If you didn't deliberately expose it, how could the Queen of Yin find it so coincidentally?"

"Oh, you can see it thoroughly...... Yes, even if the jade and jade were burned that day, I was eighty percent sure that I would not die. On the contrary, you can use the great terror between life and death to break through the limit of the immortal seal. ”

"What? you actually ......" the corners of Wanwan's mouth were bleeding, as if she couldn't believe it.

"There must be a traitor in the Yin Sect. Mo Xiaolou said coldly.

"Oh?" Shi Zhixuan's eyes moved, and he said in surprise, "How do you judge?"

"Dagger. If it weren't for the mole, how could you know about this kind of detail? No matter how good your intelligence is, the people below will not pass it on as important information. And ......" Mo Xiaolou's eyes flashed with a look of wisdom, and he said categorically: "You definitely saw through my strategy through the lack of daggers, but through the reward of the traitor, you reversed this result." ”

"Precise judgment. Xiaolou, Xiaolou, I'm more and more reluctant to kill you. ”