Chapter 220 Invincible
Huh?
Xinbao's little white hands were still posing, and he turned his head and asked, "Who is it?"
Anshun smiled and said, "I don't know, there is no signature."
Xinbao said very principledly: "Brother Xiaoxian, please help me read it first, if it is written by a hypocrite, Xinbao will not accept it!"
Yan Shen Jue stepped forward to take it, glanced at it, frowned slightly, then turned and handed it to her: "It's uncle."
Xinbao finally accepted the ceremony and the letter.
In the letter, Mr. Yuan may have considered Xinbao's level and drew a picture. With a few strokes, he drew a person kneeling in front of the table, and wrote next to him: "Brother Liang is wrong. Uncle punished him. How long does it take to kneel?" ,You decide."
Xinbao: "..."
She silently began to gnaw her fingers.
Although the hypocrite is very annoying, she was really angry just now, and really wanted to beat him up, but if the old man punished him by kneeling, she felt... a little embarrassed.
Xinbao seriously thought for a long time before returning to the room with the letter, and commanding Yan Shenjue very imposingly: "Brother Xiaoxian! Grind ink!"
Let's see how I stand up for you!
She raised the pen imposingly, and bang, a large drop of ink fell onto the paper.
Yan Shen Jue silently changed a piece of paper for her, picked another thin brush, and used scissors to cut the brush hair a little shorter.
Xinbao was full again... he couldn't be full, he only rubbed a little bit of ink, but for her, it was just right.
As a top student, even in areas she is not good at, such as traditional characters, she can write a lot.
But the problem now is that her arms and hands are weak, and it is difficult to control the thickness of the brush writing, and there are a lot of traditional Chinese characters with huge strokes. If she loosens her strength a little, they will paste together and have to be rewritten. .
So using this kind of pen makes it easier to write clearly. At most, you can confirm it if you are not sure.
"Brother Xiaoxian, how do you write what is useful?"
Yan and Shen Jue wrote to her.
"It's sad, it's hard, it's reconciled, how do you write it?"
Yan Shenjue wrote to her again.
After a short while, Grandpa Yuan received a very thick letter with huge characters, and he knew it was written by Xinbao.
"
Uncle, it is useless for you to do this.
Kneeling hurts the legs.
Pain is hard to figure out.
You can ask him to learn martial arts.
If he can't learn it, you can ask him, Xiaojue can, Xinbao can too, why can't you at your age?
He will understand.
If you change it, you will be a good apprentice.
Change it without changing it.
Uncle, don’t be sad, if you really can’t find it, Xinbao will grow up to be Uncle’s apprentice.
”
Grandpa Yuan watched and laughed, and finally laughed out loud, spouting the tea.
He couldn't even think of it, Xinbao would answer him like this.
Although the childish words are childish, they still make sense.
Old man Yuan staggered with a smile, and called Liang Ruoxu: "Get up, kneeling hurts? You can't figure it out if it hurts! Just look at this, it will make sense!"
He gave the letter to Liang Ruoxu.
Liang Ruoxu rubbed his knees and stood up, and at a glance...the corners of his mouth twitched.
Liang Ruoxu couldn't help sighing: "Xinbao, this little baby, really has a way."
"Heh," the old man said, "Fortune is added to the body, and the little baby who can benefit the people around him, of course has the way, very well."
Liang Ruoxu was slightly surprised, and felt that there was something in what his teacher said.
But Yuan Yuan didn't say anything more, he just waved his hand and told him to go down and rest.
After he left, the old man slowly frowned.
He met Tang Erlang that day precisely because he went out of the city to see the place where the mountain collapsed.
It was such a coincidence that he couldn't help doubting it, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see any artificial traces.
Then, whether it's Xinbao's good luck, that's why the person who harmed her is so unlucky, or... something else, this is something worth thinking about.
After Xinbao finished writing the letter, he continued to practice martial arts.
Tuanzi showed an unprecedented initiative, and actually memorized half of the sword skills in one day, with a total of eighteen moves.
Even if her posture is completely out of place, it can be seen that she has indeed remembered it.
Yan Shenjue originally thought that she would forget about it when she woke up from sleep, but unexpectedly, she didn't! without! have!
Tuanzi is like a different person, you can practice whenever you have time! Practice whenever you have time!
It took two days to practice the Luoshen Dance!
And not only that, she practiced walking in the morning, and while walking, she would tell him, "Shall we recite the Three Character Classic?"
Not only that, but she also asked him to write three hundred thousand in seal script, paste it on the wall, and practice it over and over again by herself! Radu can't hold back!
On the first day, he was very relieved.
The next day, he was surprised.
On the third day, he was really anxious. Seeing Bai Shengsheng's soft little dumpling, he was exhausted after practicing, and he really felt distressed.
He coaxed her softly: "Don't be so anxious."
Tuanzi's eyes were a little hazy with tiredness, and he spoke softly, but his meaning was sonorous: "No, only with sufficient strength can we protect the people around us!"
Yan Shenjue said helplessly: "Brother, he is really not a bad person."
Tuanzi shook his head and said plausibly, "He's not a bad guy, but how do you know that he won't be a bad guy next time?"
Yan Shenjue: "..."
Tuanzi snorted, "I've made up my mind! I also want to learn literature and martial arts! I want to become very powerful! In this way, if I meet a scholar and I can't scold him, I can still beat him! When it comes to heroes, if you can’t beat me, I will run away and scold him at the same time! Beat his heart! This is called invincible!”
Yan Shenjue smiled and said: "Good idea, but Xinbao is still too young, why don't you share it with me, if Xinbao doesn't make it, I'll come, okay?"
"No!" Tuanzi glanced at him with big eyes and disgust, "You are too weak! You just say 'it's none of senior brother's business'! You didn't scold back at all!"
Yan Shen Jue covered his eyes silently.
This kind of small glutinous rice dumpling, imitating his cool and cold appearance at that time, is simply too cute.
So he could only watch Tuanzi practice calligraphy for an hour, and went to practice martial arts again.
Duanzi has a very correct attitude and a serious expression, but it is indeed too difficult for the three-headed glutinous rice dumpling to practice such moves.
The original move is Hey! One leg raised, flat leg, stretched straight...
But when it comes to Xinbao, hey! Raise your leg, raise it a little bit, can't hold it up, let it go...
Hey again! Raise your leg, raise it a little bit, can't hold it up, let it go...
So I kept listening to her "Hey! Hey! Hey..." Where is it difficult to practice, she is pitiful and cute, but seeing her so serious, I can't bear to disturb her.
Actually, Xinbao is really tired.
In her previous life, she often learned this way, but at that time, she "grit her teeth and told herself that she could do it", and then she could continue to persist, and the efficiency would not be too low.
But now, she can bear being tired, and she can bear pain, but the body of the little broken car has a limit.
After reaching the limit, her efficiency will become very low, her already flexible brain will become confused again, and her originally strong calves will no longer be able to lift... She only hopes that she can practice walking like before , through this way of being exhausted to the limit, to increase your upper limit little by little.
Sweat slowly slid onto her long eyelashes, and then fell down with a slap. Tuanzi sniffed the tip of her nose, feeling like she was crying.
She shook her little head back and forth, and tried to raise her calves again... The next moment, her eyes went dark, and she fell back softly.
(end of this chapter)