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Xiao Yuesheng lifted the pen and waved, the pen walked the dragon, and wrote down four big words "Songhe prolongs the year". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

These four words, but they are also ordinary, just mediocre birthday greetings, and then, he wrote down the payment and left the three words Xiao Yihan.

"Good words, good words!" Old Man Song was amazed, shaking his head, looking intoxicated, and his right index finger trembled slightly, as if he was secretly copying.

"It's ugly, and it's still in the eyes of the Fang family, right?" Xiao Yuesheng put down the brush, smiled, and turned his head to look at Old Man Song.

"Xiao Daxia, good words, really good words!" Old Man Song turned his head and glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, gave a thumbs up in admiration, hurriedly turned back again, staring at the four big characters, reluctant to leave for a moment, deep in it, unable to extricate himself.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, no longer humble, his calligraphy was indeed perfect, and it had been perfected, like a dragon flying into the sky, and the breath of his eyes was about to come out.

In the eyes, but with a bit of elegance and ease, there is softness in rigidity, softness in softness, rigidity and softness, mellow and free.

Since the age of forty, the old man Song has been involved in martial arts, calligraphy and painting, although his attainments are not high, but his eyesight is good, especially calligraphy, he only feels that the mystery is endless, and it is better than swordsmanship.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Yuesheng hugged his fists and said to Zhou Huairen: "I said goodbye to the inferior first, and I won't participate in the birthday banquet of Old Man Song, don't be surprised." ”

Xiao Daxia was polite. Zhou Huairen glanced at the master and saw that he was immersed in the words, and his face changed, as if he couldn't hear Zhou Huairen's voice.

He sighed slightly in his heart, glanced at Huang Sisi, and was depressed in his heart, he had always thought highly of himself, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated by this girl in just a few moves, although she was relying on the advantage of the sword, but she should not be defeated so easily.

It seems that it was not a fluke that she stole the soul chasing sword spectrum, and there was indeed real material.

He secretly made up his mind that from now on, he would practice hard and find this yellow girl to avenge the sword revenge and get back to the field, otherwise, he would be ashamed to be a man.

Xiao Yuesheng arched his hand and floated out, Huang Sisi hurriedly followed, and walked side by side with Xiaohe behind Xiao Yuesheng.

The door of the study was opened, and several disciples of Old Man Song stood outside, all of them with bright eyes, looking at Xiao Yuesheng and the three of them with bright eyes.

Seeing Zhou Huairen following behind them, the eldest of the four who was tracking Huang Sisi was busy saying, "Senior brother, ......?"

"Master is in the house, don't bother, let's go and see Xiao Daxia leave." Zhou Huairen glanced at him and said slowly.

They had a tacit understanding and stopped talking, but they were very strange in their hearts.

After sending Xiao Yuesheng and them away and returning to the house, the eldest of the four asked impatiently: "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

"Well, the matter is over, and from now on, no more mention of the sword spectrum!" Zhou Huairen said in a deep voice.

"Senior brother, what's going on?!" the eldest of the four asked urgently, his eyes even more curious.

"I fought with that little girl, I am indeed a master, I am afraid that it is a few chips higher than when you chased her, we are defeated, convinced, and we must not pursue this matter again. Zhou Huairen's eyes burned, glanced at them, and said lightly.

"Senior brother was defeated at her hands?!" said another person in disbelief.

"Shhhh

He sighed again and nodded: "That little girl's swordsmanship is exquisite, it's not under our soul-chasing swordsmanship, it's not a big deal if she loses for her brother!"

"Isn't there still a master?!" the man said busily, and then realized that his voice was too high, lowered his voice, and said in a low voice: "Master made a move, I don't believe that I can't take such a little girl!"

"You, confused!" Zhou Huairen glanced at him and snorted, "Didn't you see who was following her?!...... That's a sword, a cold!"

"What's wrong with the sword, he can't be unreasonable, right?!" the man shook his head disapprovingly and snorted heavily.

Zhou Huairen didn't bother to pay attention to him, and said slowly: "That Xiao Daxia is not an unreasonable person, let that Huang girl return the sword book, apologize, and then give another piece of writing to the master." ”

"A gift?!," the eldest of the four asked, confused.

Zhou Huairen nodded, and his right hand slowly stroked the clear hair under his chin, revealing a faint smile.

"Okay, even a piece of words to perfunctory us!" Another person snorted heavily, and said with great dissatisfaction: "Could it be that the little girl who stole the sword book can be smoothed out with just one word?!"

"That's it!" someone next to him echoed, and his tone was dissatisfied: "Our soul-chasing sword spectrum is no more important than a word?!...... This Xiao Yihan is too bullying, right?!"

"You guys......" Zhou Huairen shook his head and smiled.

"Senior brother, Mo Fei, what's the mystery in this?!" the eldest of the four asked eagerly when he saw him look like this.

"That's it, senior brother, let's talk about it!" The rest of the people are not stupid, seeing Zhou Huairen's expression, they naturally know that there is something wrong.

"You'll know later!" Zhou Huairen said with a smile, turned around and stepped into the study.

Everyone expressed their dissatisfaction, but they couldn't stop him, so they had to guess by themselves, but they couldn't think about it, could it be that Xiao Yihan's calligraphy was wonderful and extremely valuable, or, what kind of wonderful mastery did he write? !

Thinking of this, their hearts couldn't help but jump, a sword Xiao and a cold, the prestige is all over the world, the sword is like electricity, no one can stop it, how can the peerless learning he left behind be ordinary? !

Thinking of this, they hurriedly rushed into the study, but saw that the master was muttering to himself, staring at a piece of writing on the bookcase with an intoxicated expression.

They hurriedly rushed behind Old Man Song, looked at the four big characters on the case, and looked at it, but they couldn't find any traces of martial arts.

"Master, is it possible, what's so strange about this painting?!" asked the closed disciple of Old Man Song, he was a young man, with a slender body, a red face and white teeth, and a handsome man.

When Old Man Song heard the sound, he came back to his senses, turned his head and glanced at the disciples, stroked his silver hair, and said with a smile: "Why are you all here?"

"Master, tell us about it, what is so strange about this painting?" one of the disciples hurriedly begged.

"This character?" Old Man Song raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "This character is really a work of heaven and man, no one can compare!"

"Master, there is no martial arts in this word, right?" asked the youngest disciple, the handsome young man, with a grin.

"Martial arts mastery?!" Old Man Song was stunned, and then shook his head and smiled: "You guys, think about some martial arts all day long, and you don't have any elegant bones, get out of here!"

The disciples ran out giggling, not daring to stay here any longer, since the master said so, then there is no more, and this heart is dead, a word, no matter how well it is written, in their eyes, it is not a big deal.

Old Man Song beckoned again and stopped Zhou Huairen, who was walking last.

"Master?" Zhou Huairen walked up to him and asked respectfully.

Old Man Song pointed to the writing on the case, and commanded in a kind voice: "Huairen, hurry up and find someone to frame this writing, and wait for the teacher to hang it in the hall for a while!"

Zhou Huairen was stunned, nodded hurriedly, and stepped forward to roll up the letter, and the old man Song kept shouting "be careful" on the side, as if it was a priceless treasure.

Zhou Huairen smiled secretly in his heart, but nodded seriously on his face, and his hand became more and more gentle, gently rolled up the rice paper, put it in his sleeve, and turned out.

In the hall of the Song Mansion, it was warm and noisy, and people were mostly talking about Xiao Yuesheng.

I heard that Xiao Yihan was present in person, most of the people didn't believe it, they really hadn't heard of it, the famous Xiao Yihan actually had an old relationship with the old man Song, Xiao Yihan's home is in Fujian, and it is thousands of miles away from here, how can there be any friendship?!

Seeing people say yes with their own eyes, but hearing people not believing them, they argue and make the hall lively.

Old man Song suddenly appeared, greeted everyone with a smile, and apologized loudly, just now because of the greeting of distinguished guests, neglected everyone, I am really sorry.

"Old Man Song, that distinguished guest is a sword and a cold?!" someone in the crowd asked loudly.

Old Man Song stroked his hair and nodded, and said with a smile: "It's indeed Xiao Daxia, but the old man and Xiao Daxia are not familiar with each other, and this is the first time we have met." ”

"Then why did Xiao Daxia come?" someone asked.

"Hehe, it's just that Xiao Daxia passed by the territory of the passers-by, heard that the old man had a birthday, and came to join in the fun. Old Man Song was kind.

People sighed and were disappointed, and Old Man Song didn't say anything more, sat down, and chatted with a few friends.

Zhou Huairen strode in, holding a beautiful scroll in his hand, came to Old Man Song, and said in a low voice, "Master, the words have been framed." ”

(To be continued)