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 in a very principled way: "Brother Xiaoxian, please help me read it first, if it is written by a hypocrite, Xinbao will not accept it!"

Yan Chenjue stepped forward to take it, glanced at it, frowned slightly, turned around and handed it to her: "It's uncle."

Only then did Xinbao accept 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 nibble on 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 thought about it seriously for a long time, and then returned to the room with the letter, and commanded Yan Shenjue very imposingly: "Brother Xiaoxian! Grind ink!!"

Let's see how I stand up for you! !

She raised the pen imposingly, and with a beep, a large drop of ink fell onto the paper.

Yan Shenjue silently changed a piece of paper for her, picked another thin brush, and cut the brush hair a little shorter with scissors.

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. .

Therefore, it is easier to write clearly with this kind of pen, at most, you can confirm it if you are not sure.

"Brother Xiaoxian, how do you write what is useful?"

Yan Shenjue wrote to her.

"Sad, hard, reconciled, how to write?"

Yan Shenjue wrote to her again.

So in a short while, Mr. Yuan received a very thick letter with huge characters, and he knew it was written by Xinbao.

"

Uncle, it's useless for you to do this.

Kneeling hurts the legs.

Pain is incomprehensible.

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 can't find it, Xinbao will grow up to be Uncle's apprentice.

"

The old man 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, it still makes sense.

Grandpa Yuan swayed with a smile, and called Liang Ruoxu: "Get up, kneeling hurts? You can't figure it out if you hurt! Look at this, it will work!!"

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.

Imagine, he was really asked to practice martial arts, it was really like this, Xiao Jue practiced a rare sword technique in the world, but he didn't even know half of the moves, so why would he condescend to point him out?

Liang Ruoxu couldn't help sighing: "Xinbao, this little baby, really has a way."

"Heh," Elder Yuan 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 the teacher's words.

But Mr. Yuan didn't say anything more, he just waved his hand and told him to go down and rest.

After he left, Mr. Yuan 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.

So, 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, she 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 Chenjue 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 finish the Luoshen dance! !

And not only that, she practiced walking in the morning, and while walking, she would say to him, "Shall we recite the Three Character Classic?"

Not only that, but she also asked him to write three hundred thousand words in seal script, paste them on the wall, and practice them over and over again by herself! ! Radu can't hold back! !

On the first day, he was very relieved.

On the second day, he was surprised.

On the third day, he was really in a hurry. 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 his words were glutinous, but his meaning was sonorous: "No, only with sufficient strength can we protect the people around us!"

Yan Chenjue 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 being invincible!!”

Yan Chenjue 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're too weak! You just say 'it's none of senior brother's business'! You didn't scold him back at all!"

Yan Shenjue silently covered his eyes.

This kind of small glutinous rice dumpling, imitating his clear and cold appearance at that time, is simply too cute.

So he could only watch Tuanzi practice calligraphy for an hour, and then went to practice martial arts again.

Duanzi's attitude is very correct, and his expression is very serious, but the three-headed glutinous rice dumpling is really too difficult for her to practice such moves.

The original move was Hey! One leg raised, flat leg, stretched straight...

But when it comes to Xinbao, it's 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 she was practicing hard, she was pitiful and cute, but seeing her so serious, I couldn't bear to disturb her.

In fact, 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 strong calves will no longer be able to lift... She only hopes that she can practice walking like before In the same way, through this method of exhausting to the limit, to increase your upper limit little by little.

Sweat slowly slid onto her long eyelashes, and then fell down with a patter. Tuanzi sniffled 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.