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Reality and imagination are two different things, for this, she has been mentally prepared, but with the deepening of contact, she still did not understand, how can the person who can write those postings be so brazen?

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Duanmu Rong suddenly spoke, walked to the side of the desk, and spread out a roll of Xuanzhou bud paper.

Xu Chen didn't know what he meant, walked over and sat down, looked at the thickness of the yellowish paper and the dense flocculent marks on it, and praised loudly: "Good paper." ”

Duanmurong ignored his praise, poured water into the inkstone with an expressionless face, lightly lifted the ink block and grinded for a while, pointed to the curtain-like brushes on the pen stand, and said, "Pick it yourself." ”

Xu Chen vaguely guessed what she was going to tell herself to do, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and after a moment of silence, he picked out a tube of Zihao that he was most accustomed to, and then began to adjust his breathing.

Sure enough, Duanmu said expressionlessly: "Write." ”

There is no reason for the prefix and no reason for the request, just a crunchy word, concise and straightforward.

Xu Chen asked honestly, "What to write?"

Duanmu Rong was silent for a moment and said, "Feel free to write a note." ”

Xu Chen shook his head and said, "I don't have to leave a message to anyone at this time, what is it to write that thing." ”

When the words fell, he finished adjusting his breathing, slightly calmed down, his wrist was slightly condensed, and the full tip dipped in ink fell on the Xuanzhou bud paper.

It doesn't take long to lift the pen back to the wrist, and a cursive script has been completed.

The strength is vigorous, the change is gratuitous, but it is frustrating and dangerous between the circle and flying, Xu Chen put down his pen, looked at it for a moment, and was very satisfied.

Then he looked at Duanmu Rong, a little worried in his heart, not knowing if she was satisfied.

Duanmu Rong turned to the opposite side of the desk, squeezed him aside, lowered his head close to the ink paper, and looked at it attentively for a long time, neither his face nor his eyes showed any emotion.

Looking at the flying ink and grass on the paper, the girl thought silently, it is indeed a precious Huangzhou sinking mud inkstone.

The inkstone she used herself was the Huangzhou Shenmu inkstone.

The twilight had faded and the night came, and a few lights were lit in the tent at some point, and the dim light shone on Xu Chen's side face, clearly reflecting the strange expression on his face that was mixed with anxiety and confidence.

Duanmurong looked at his side face, and suddenly remembered the side face next to the window on the journey, and thought of the young man in the carriage who was full of dark and vicious brains and taught how to kill, and gradually figured out some things.

Whether it is a precious Huangzhou sunken mud inkstone or a cheap yellow mud inkstone, as long as you can write good words, it is a good inkstone.

At that time, he was also him, and he was also very worthy of liking, otherwise at that time, why would you be in a hurry to say that you have someone you like when he said that he liked you?

Duanmu Rong understood his intentions, and couldn't help but bow his head slightly in shame, revealing a silent smile, under the dim light, this smile was so indescribable.

It's just that her eyes fell on the scribbled ink paper, and the smile on her face became a little lighter, thinking that although this word is good, it's a pity that it's not the word she wants, I don't want a wide middle hall, all I want is a small note.

When will you write me a small note?

"I love your words. ”

Duanmu Rong looked up at Xu Chen and said calmly, there was no pause or unnaturalness in the middle of this sentence.

In the corner of the camp tent in the middle of the night, the girl talisman took the piece of paper and watched quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yaxiu looked at that place, her thin eyebrows frowned, her bright eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and she said indignantly: "How negative men are in the world, I didn't expect Senior Brother Xu to be such a person." ”

Zhao Ling'er was slightly stunned, thinking that she really shouldn't tell this little girl those things, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Xu doesn't know Sister Rong's affection for him, so why should he be negative at all?"

Yaxiu stuffed the milk tablets into her mouth and chewed hard, snorted and said, "It's even more hateful to have no heart and no lungs." ”

Zhao Ling'er smiled and said, "Don't be troublesome, Sister Rong is not such a vulgar woman who dare not speak." ”

The cold wind is sluggish, the snow is drifting, the long road is long, and the rest is going again.

Deep into the wilderness, approaching the snowy savage tribe, the sky and the earth are already pure white, and occasionally a few trees can be seen in the snowy field, and there are some hoof prints left by wild beasts.

Just before entering this snowfield, Xu Chen got the last bit of information sent by the guards, confirming that the caravan that came out of Wuxian Town did not stay in the royal court for too long, it should have turned north from the front, and then went somewhere.

He picked up a branch and drew a map on the snow and his own route thereafter.

"Write a few words and see. ”

Duanmu Rong took off his snow coat hat and looked at him and said calmly.

Xu Chen said bitterly: "I wrote all the way, this is already about to be seen, and I still want to write?"

Duanmu Rong pointed to the flat snow in front of him and said, "Hurry up, I like to read your handwriting." ”

Leaving the royal court and heading north again, Xu Chen's determined route was very clear, that is, to follow the caravan that came out of Wuxian Town, just to come to this snow pass, and the rest of the way was only to explore by himself. Fortunately, he was extremely cautious along the way, and no matter the snowy weather, he always kept the mountains clearly visible to his left, and even if he couldn't catch up with the caravan, it would not be a problem to return the same way.

I don't know if it was the writing or the spirit of stalking and stalking, Duanmu Rong did not walk with the strong men of the Divine Army, but marched north with him. The journey was lonely, and the two often learned calligraphy and runes, each with their own benefits, especially Xu Chen mastered more basic methods of runes through her demonstration, and even vaguely felt that he was about to break through the realm, and he couldn't help but be happy.

Duanmu Rong's mood is also good, as she said, she likes to read Xu Chen's writing, and whenever she breaks on the way, she can see Xu Chen holding an ink pen or a branch on the paper to sketch on the mud and snow, and the boring and monotonous journey seems to have become richer.

The sound of tree branches scribbling in the snow sounded, Xu Chen looked at the words he had written, nodded with satisfaction, and found that under the pressure of Duanmu Rong, not only did his cultivation realm improve, but also his calligraphy had grown a lot.

Duanmu Rong pulled the scarf on his chest to his shoulder, leaned slightly, lowered his head and looked at his writing seriously, and stretched out his index finger with his right hand to slowly gesture in the air, as if he was copying.

Xu Chen knew that the girl's eyes were not very good, and she was used to her concentration and posture every time she read the words.

A cold wind with snow particles blew below, blowing the scarf on the girl's shoulder, and the black hair floated back, lining the reddish face, which looked very good.

The big black horse held its head high, and kicked its front hooves in boredom, and did not know what it ate all day and night, and ate so violently that it seemed not to be afraid of the cold at all.

There was a maroon mare next to her, with a warm mattress and a cloth belt on her hooves, but she still looked a little afraid of the cold, and kept leaning towards the big black horse, carefully rubbing it gently, as if she wanted to keep warm, but she didn't want it to be bored.

The big black horse snorted slightly, looking a little greasy, but he didn't move his tall body, but stood tall in the wind and snow, blocking the snow wind blowing on the right side for the jujube red horse.

Duanmu Rong's fingers swiping in the air slowly stopped and finished copying, but she didn't look up, but continued to look at the words on the snow carefully, as if she wanted to memorize them all in her heart.

Xu Chen stretched out his hand and took off the black mask on his face, and asked seriously: "I asked about breaking the border yesterday, and you said that everyone's situation is different, and the higher you go, the more difficult it is, but I haven't moved for so long?"

Duanmu Rong straightened up, looked at him and said quietly: "You only began to realize in the spring, and now that the year is not over, you have already seen the broken mirror level, if you are not lying, then it can only mean that you are a genius of the cultivation path, which also explains why Master Lu Yin chose you as a student." ”

Xu Chen asked, "You mean to say that I am already great compared to others?"

Duanmu Rong looked at him quietly, as if looking at the wind and snow outside the snow gate, guessing what he was thinking in his heart, and after being silent for a long time, he said softly: "Hmm." ”

A faint arrow roared in the snow.

Although Duanmu Rong was not as extremely sensitive to the sound of arrows as Xu Chen, as a cultivator of the Five Realms, he found that the speed of the feather arrow was not a little slow, and with a light movement of his fingers exposed outside his sleeve, he grabbed a piece of rune paper.

Xu Chen stretched out his hand to stop it, because he heard the direction of the feather arrow, which should have nothing to do with him.

A feathered arrow shot deep into the gentle slope, and a snow hare hidden in the snow slope was torn by the arrow cluster on its hind hip, and it struggled to bounce up.

Heavy footsteps sounded on the snow slope, Xu Chen motioned with his eyes to Duanmu Rong to leave the matter to himself, and the hand that reached his back let go of the umbrella handle and held the handle of the knife upward.

A man in a leather cotton suit, turned over the edge of the snow ya, searched for the eyes of the injured snow rabbit, first saw two horses, and then saw Xu Chen and Duanmu Rong, couldn't help but be surprised, pulled a bow and arrows at the two.

Xu Chen frowned slightly, looked at the short bow between the man's hands, and noticed that the bow material was somewhat special, and the skein in the bowstring flashed slightly, as if it was not a beast tendon, and then he noticed that a few long strands of hair floated out of the brim of the man's hat, and if he looked at the face carefully, it turned out to be a woman in her thirties.

Holding the hilt of his sword, he looked at the woman calmly and said, "We have no ill will. ”

Duanmu Rong glanced at him, not understanding what he was going to do, although she had already been able to confirm that this woman was just an ordinary person, shouldn't she be more cautious in such a place so close to the savage tribe?

The woman listened to Xu Chen's words, her expression was a little surprised, and she hurriedly took two steps back, stepped on the edge with her hind feet, and pulled enough distance from Xu Chen to appear a little relieved, and asked, "Central Plains people?"

The tone of her speech is a little strange, the tip of her tongue rarely flicks, and the time distance between words is very standard, so that it seems straight and tough, but just these three words, she can still understand it.

Xu Chen looked at the woman and asked seriously, "Savage?"

The woman did not answer his question, but looked at the two of them vigilantly, and the short bow between her hands was pulled tighter, making a slight deformation sound, as if she might shoot an arrow at any moment, and continued to ask, "Central Plains people?"

Duanmu Rong is not good at lying, and there is no need to lie in this situation, so he replied with an expressionless face: "I am from the Western Jin Dynasty." ”

The woman shook her head and said, "I haven't heard of it." ”