readx;? After writing the last word quietly, Ling Yan breathed a long sigh of relief and raised his head to admire his masterpiece. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoActually, this masterpiece is just a daily necessity for him. A Mozi has been repeated hundreds of times, and to put it bluntly, Ling Yan can already recite it backwards.

After silently reading the copied article and making sure that it was correct, Ling Yan stood up and looked at the large square around him, but Ling Yan was the only one copying the book here. It has been more than a month since I came to this villa, and there are very few people I have seen, and there are less than ten servants among them. Except for Fan Li, the owner of Wuzhuang, who he saw on the first day, he threw a copy of Mozi to himself for copying, and no one else spoke to him.

"Is this the punishment" Ling Yan packed up his pen and ink and walked out of the square. Copying books, reading, copying books, reading, repeatedly, this is Ling Yan's daily homework, except for eating and sleeping, there is no corporal punishment or the like.

"I haven't touched a sword in January" In the evening, Ling Yan had dinner alone, then returned to his room, looked up at the long sword hanging on the wall, and muttered in his mouth. "I'm afraid I'm a lot unfamiliar. ”

As he spoke, Ling Yan reached out and took off the long sword, pushed open a gap by the window, looked around to see that there was no one, chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and walked out of the window. Don't think that Ling Yan was going to take advantage of the night to escape, although he wanted to leave and leave the village, but he didn't dare to disobey the orders of the master. Although Guili Village is large, there seem to be very few servants, and it is not difficult to find a place where no one is.

"Let's be right here" Ling Yan looked around, it was very spacious. The long sword in his hand was urged and held, and a set of "Luoying Flying Flower Sword" danced again. For many days, he had been getting up early every day to copy books and read until sunset, and he had no time to practice at all, but now that no one was paying attention, after practicing a set of swordsmanship, Ling Yan's body gradually moved, and his face began to flush.

Danced the flying sword three times in a row. Ling Yan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and the unhappiness accumulated for more than a month had almost dissipated. But just as he was about to continue, a woman's voice suddenly came with a voice full of complaints.

"Hey, you still have to practice it again, can't you use some other swordsmanship?"

"Someone!" Ling Yan's heart froze, he didn't even notice this person. Looking back, there was a figure on the thick trunk of a tree a few feet away.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person!" the female voice was very young, and there was a little playfulness in her tone.

The people who returned to the village did not speak to themselves, but the woman on the tree took the initiative to speak to herself. Before he had time to think about it, he saw the shadow on the tree with a soft "hey" and had already landed not far from him. Ling Yan frowned, trying to see the other party's face clearly by the moonlight, but the woman had just taken a few steps towards him, when her body suddenly shook violently, and she stood still in place.

Ling Yanhu looked at the other party suspiciously, but did not speak. I only heard the woman tilt her head and whispered: "Go back, go back, why are you staring at me" The voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly.

Ling Yan was dumbfounded, staring at her directly? He smiled bitterly in his heart, any stranger who takes the initiative to approach him will unconsciously look at him! This thought just appeared, but Ling Yan felt that the woman's words were not said to herself, and his intuition told him in his heart that there was someone behind him. When I looked back, there was a man standing in the middle of the bushes, his eyes shining fiercely at his side.

When Ling Yan looked back at the woman again, she was gone. Looking at the man, there was no trace of it, as if the two had never appeared. "This" Ling Yan gritted his teeth and scolded in his heart: "It's really strange that you guys have returned to the village!"

When this happened, Ling Yan didn't have the heart to continue practicing the sword, so he had to go back to his residence. Although there was nothing unusual on the surface, the strangeness of this return to the villa still made him care a lot. However, what the woman said was not wrong, but she only knew a set of "Luoying Flying Sword". I really can't satisfy the woman's desire to see other swordsmanship. Today, I practiced swordsmanship, and I heard people talking, but it was worth the trip, and I lay on the couch with a happy heart, and I only said in my heart whether there would be someone to talk to me tomorrow

"You mean that girl sneaked away to play again, and you saw that Ling Yan practicing swords?" asked Qianguanyun, pinching his goatee.

The middle-aged man sitting next to him nodded and said, "I relaxed my protection of the young lady when I went out of the village today to do business, and I caused trouble to the second owner."

Qian Guanyun hurriedly waved his hand and said, "What's the problem, what's the trouble!"

The middle-aged man smiled back, then stood up and nodded his head, the sleeve of his right arm floating empty behind him.

"In this case, you have to pay attention," After seeing the one-armed man leave, Qian Guanyun glanced in the direction of Ling Yan's residence, and said softly.

Early the next morning, Ling Yan received a message from the servant.

"Why?" Ling Yan asked with a frown furrowed and anger in his eyes. "Why do you want to take my sword!"

The servant didn't say anything, but just stretched out his hand to take the sword.

Ling Yan's teeth clenched, and the hands holding the long sword were also bruised. The two confronted each other for a long time, and Ling Yan finally gave up his resistance and trembled and handed the long sword to the servant. The man remained silent, took the sword and turned away without looking at it. Ling Yan sat at the table, feeling bitter in his heart.

The homework is still the same, copying books, reading, copying books, reading books every day, and there is no change in the slightest.

Except for his own sword, which was taken away, everything else remained the same. After a few more days, Ling Yan finished copying Mozi again, packed up his things and prepared to go to the next place. "Hey, call you!" As soon as he walked a few steps, he heard a shout from behind him, it was a woman's voice, and Ling Yan felt familiar. He looked towards the place, and saw a young girl standing in the square with her hands behind her back, looking at herself and chuckling.

The woman was wearing a long emerald green dress, and her long black hair was naturally floating behind her back, and she looked at her age of no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. Behind her stood a big man, his eyes were extremely sharp, his middle-aged hair was a little disheveled, an old color strap was tied on his forehead, and the sleeve on his right arm was floating in the wind, obviously a one-armed man.

The woman jumped up and down in front of Ling Yan, looked up and down, and said, "Why haven't you practiced swords these days?"

As soon as Ling Yan heard the sword word, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Although you know how to use a set of swordsmanship, it's better than nothing. The woman smiled and circled around Ling Yan, and said as she walked: "Luoying Flying Flower Sword, it's pretty good-looking."

Ling Yan remained silent.

"Hey, hey!" Seeing that he didn't speak, the girl stopped in front of the other party, stretched out her hand and shook it, "Why don't you speak?"

When the big man behind "Miss" saw the girl behaving like this, he couldn't help but persuade: "This will be very troublesome." ”

When the girl heard this, she seemed to understand, and quickly withdrew her hand, glanced at Ling Yan with a slight smile, and said, "Don't you know how to speak? You didn't speak when I saw you that night." ”

Ling Yan frowned, and said in his heart: "That day just let you see yourself practicing the sword, and the next day the long sword was taken away, today the entire people who returned to the village don't talk to me, but you talk endlessly, how can I believe you?" Ling Yan really didn't want to take this risk, in case something happened again, he didn't know what punishment was waiting for him. Simply ignored the girl's words, turned around and left.

"Hey, hey!" The girl saw that Ling Yan turned around to leave, and hurriedly bypassed him and blocked in front of Ling Yan: "How can you say that you can leave? Oh, you didn't speak." ”

"Miss!" the one-armed man stepped forward and whispered a few words to the girl, who listened quietly and nodded from time to time. I heard a long "oh" at the end. Ling Yan stood in front of the two of them throughout the whole process, looking at the girl's slightly exaggerated expression. To tell the truth, the woman was very beautiful when she had just listened quietly.

After listening to the one-armed man's words, the girl looked at Ling Yan again, looked left and right for a while, and said, "Is it that the people in this Zhuangzi don't talk to you, and I still make you hesitate a little when I come up to talk?"

This girl finally understood, Ling Yan glanced at the one-armed man, and there was some gratitude in his eyes. It's hard for him to explain what he's thinking.

"Actually, you don't have to say this, you can rest assured and boldly say that no one has ever asked you not to speak?" The girl chuckled and said to Ling Yan: "These people don't talk to you because Uncle Qian doesn't allow them to talk more, I'm different." “

Ling Yan's brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't believe the girl's words. But I heard him call the second owner Qian Guanyun Uncle Qian, could it be that this woman is the daughter of one of the owners? She can walk around the village at will, and she has a strong guard by her side, and this kind of identity is by no means simple.

After hesitating, Ling Yan raised his eyes and glanced at the girl, who was now staring at himself with a smile and waiting for him to speak. Sighing slightly in his heart, Ling Yan was also a little resigned, the swords were all taken away, and he had nothing to let people take away anymore: "Why is Miss blocked on the way down?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then a smile began to appear on her face, "Oh oh oh oh speak." So you can talk?"

Ling Yan flattened his mouth, only feeling that the other party's personality was a little unreasonable. On one side, he wanted to walk away from the two of them.

"Hey, why are you going?" the girl asked, grabbing Ling Yan's arm.

"There's still homework to be done. Ling Yan gently got rid of the other party's grip on his hand.

"Oh, then do you have time to practice swordsmanship tonight?

"Don't go" Ling Yan's heart tightened, whispered, and left without looking back.

Looking at the departing Ling Yan, the girl looked a little lost. "Why don't you say you won't go? Is it because I said he would get less?" the girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then her hands turned into a trumpet shape and said loudly in the direction of Ling Yan, "What's your name?"

Ling Yan was unmoved and walked straight.

The girl saw that the other party had no reaction, and said loudly: "My name is Shen Xiaolan!"

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