Water into the inkstone, slowly spread. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The fair-skinned little hand holds the purple pen on the shoulder of the plum rabbit and sways on the rice paper. When the little girl was eight years old, her mother began to teach her to read. After coming to Hezhou, I specially invited Mr. Xixi to have a lesson in the morning and evening, poetry, song and painting, all of which were involved.

The four treasures of the study room that I am using now were given by my brother Yan Qi on my birthday when I was ten years old. Originally, he said that he would teach Xiaohua to practice the marrow washing trick, but after tossing for a long time, my brother said that girls should not learn martial arts, and it is best to have poetry and books in their stomachs.

Xiaohua is not stupid, the beautiful sister who often comes to the house to play, can jump to the roof of the house with her, why can't girls practice martial arts. Even Mr. Xixi said that books can be reasonable, but in today's world, even if it is a woman, it is the right way to allow literature and martial arts.

So there was a tireless study of the marrow washing recipe for several months, but Yan Xiaohua was the same as Yan Qi, and she couldn't gather true qi in the dantian. This made Yan Xiaohua feel disappointed, because in addition to the homework explained by her husband, she likes to read the rubbings of novels with strange chivalry the most. The stories in the rubbings are wonderful, including knights who fight with swords, strange women who are lonely and old, and scholars who do not hesitate to die to go to the country. So she, ah, as soon as the chivalrous dream came out of a little spark, it was doused with a scoop of water.

My brother Yan got up to eat at home less and less, and in the end, he often only went home a few times a month. I heard my mother say that my brother is different from before now, he thinks about more things, and he has more things to be busy with. Except for the sound of striking iron that often sounded in the backyard, Xiaohua couldn't feel her brother's existence, it was too much.

A while ago, two mysterious guests came to the mansion and stayed in the guest rooms of the South Courtyard. once asked Brother Yankong, Brother Yankong said that these two were friends that his brother had made in the rivers and lakes. One of them was older and hadn't seen him for a few days, and the other was either in bed or in a wheelchair all day, and looked about the same age as his brother. I met a few times and said some things, but for some reason, Xiaohua felt that this person who didn't look very well in a wheelchair was more like the Jianghu characters in the rubbing novel than the Zhongshan disciples in the mansion.

About ten days ago, my brother suddenly said that he was going to go to the Northern Wei Kingdom. The mother didn't speak, but just put a few incense sticks on Daddy's spiritual seat. My brother's expression looked a little helpless and a little angry, in short, it was very complicated. I stopped talking for a while, and finally shook my hand and left. In the next few days, the chickens and dogs in the house were jumping, and the big brothers and sisters from Zhongshan gathered together in piles from time to time, and they should be discussing something. Later, Xiaohua learned that they were going to fight bandits.

Those bandits should have gone to fight a long time ago. But what is surprising is that this battle was lost, and it seems that many people were sacrificed. Among them, there is a sister who usually likes to talk to Xiaohua the most, which is too sad. Xiaohua can't figure it out, doesn't the book say that the bandits are all brave and ruthless, short-sighted, and difficult to become people, how can hundreds of disciples of Zhongshan be defeated.

Asked Mr., Mr. seemed to be in a bad mood when he heard this, and left after saying something difficult to understand, and never came again. My mother was also in a bad mood, and it didn't get better until Uncle Yan came with a lot of people.

The mother asked Uncle Yan to teach a few words to his brother who was becoming more and more unspeakable, Uncle Yan held Xiaohua, and his beard shook and shook, but he didn't take the conversation. Uncle Yan brought a lot of gifts, and there were all kinds of food. Xiaohua asked Uncle Yan how long he had been coming to my house to play this time, and Uncle Yan smiled and said that he might not leave, okay?

People come and go out again, go out and come back. When my brother came back from the Northern Wei Kingdom with a giant sword, it was finally a stoppage. But a few days later, he said that he would go to Mangshan to fight bandits.

This time, her mother's face was much softer, and she said to her brother: "Get up, you must be careful when you go to the battlefield." But this time, you have to rush to the front. The previous fiasco, you weren't there, and my mother always felt that I owed the children from Zhongshan. ”

The elder brother nodded and wanted to leave, but Xiaohua grabbed the corner of his clothes and begged to go and see it together. The mother was very angry, is that where the children go? Unexpectedly, this time the brother stood on Xiaohua's side, saying that there would be no danger for Sister Li to accompany Xiaohua to watch behind.

It's the first time I've gone out with so many people, and it's still a bandit, so excited. Xiaohua walked at the back of the line, along with Sister Li and her brother's good friend in a wheelchair.

Mangshan is really big, several times larger than Lei Gong Mountain, which I had visited several times in Chaozhou before. Halfway up the mountain, there was a gray building, and my brother, who was in a wheelchair, said that it was a pass fortress built by bandits, nearly 100 meters high. The three of us stopped on a hillside half a mile away and watched the others set up in front of the pass.

When my brother came, he asked what to do with the crossbows and hammers on the wall.

Sister Li said that where she lived when she was a child, there were more powerful weapons than these city-guarding crossbows and sky-breaking hammers, and these city-defending weapons that were difficult to defeat were all arranged according to a certain formation, so they were difficult to deal with.

The elder brother in the wheelchair said lightly that the weapons here are indeed not as good as those in the girl's house, but the formation placed on the wall is modeled after the method used by the Northern Wei Feiyuwei in Luoguan City - set up a city-guarding crossbow on the stone platform poured on the wall, and place it unevenly one after the other; Even if he is a master of Xianglong Realm cultivation, he is not willing to attack the city wall easily.

The elder brother was angry and scolded at the top of his throat. It means that if you don't want to find a way, you have to push the wheelchair down the hill.

The elder brother's friend in the wheelchair still had a flat expression, he said that the previous time Elder Mi didn't attack it, first, there was no real master, and second, they didn't know that the weapons on the wall were fake, and they were pretentious to scare people. How could the bandits have such great magical powers and be able to set up such a big battle. From left to right, count the third city guard crossbow, as well as the seventh and tenth crossbows, all of which are loopholes in this array.

Xiaohua and Sister Li are very curious, how did he know. Could it be that he could tell fortunes? The elder brother seemed to believe his words, stepped on the sword and flew out.

Wow!

Xiaohua was stunned, her brother turned out to be able to fly! Sister Li's face was ugly, and she probably complained that her brother didn't teach her. It's a pity that Xiaohua can't learn, it's a pity.

The rumbling sound coming from the wall in the distance could be heard clearly even from half a mile away. Uncle Yan was very happy and let out a burst of shouts.

The elder brother could be seen flying back and forth with his sword, and a fire rose on the wall in vain. The bandits cried and cried, and they were confused. Then the disciples of Zhongshan and the people of the Yan family began to climb either with flying claws or with blades. Uncle Yan even stepped on the hundred-meter-high wall and ran up.

Xiaohua asked Sister Li, brother, did they win?

Sister Li flattened her mouth and ignored Xiaohua, but the one in the wheelchair spoke, but her voice was very soft, except for the vague hearing of Yang Jingjue's name, which she had never heard before, nothing else was heard clearly.