Chapter 162 (1/2)

There was a wind outside, and the snow was caught on the window paper, rustling from time to time.

At first, he found that the weather in Beifu was so cold that Xiaodong was worried that he couldn't write. When he got used to it, he didn't find it hard.

Mo Chen picked up his handwriting and looked at it. He picked up the pen and circled the word ”Jian” and ”Yue”.

”One more page for each.”

Xiaodong was obedient and laid a piece of paper again. He picked up his pen and practiced calligraphy according to the stickers copied by his elder martial brother.

Before Xiaodong, he had a bad foundation and could recognize many words, but his writing was not good. When I picked up the pen, I always felt that this small pen was heavier and harder to use than the sword, but I didn't listen to it. The characters are big or small, the strokes are thick and thin. Once dipped in ink, it is easy to dip more, and the handwriting becomes a big ink ball. But when you write, you will forget to dip in ink. The ink on the pen is gone, and of course, the words can't be written.

After entering the sect, the master taught much better than what he had written before. The characters in the upper and lower structures and the left and right structures are well written, while the others are not. For example, this Jian, and Yue, the characters he wrote were like a person who did not stand firmly on the paper, always leaning to one side.

But elder martial brother's words are particularly good-looking, slender, straight, upright and upright. If you speak like a man, there's nothing wrong with him. He is not old, but he is no weaker than others.

”Finish these two pages and rest.”

Xiaodong a smile: ”good.”

The elder martial brother is always strict with him, but he will be soft hearted in a quarter of an hour.

However, Xiaodong's writing is not perfunctory, and he is very careful.

Someone came outside. Mo Chen got up to meet him.

The voice of the man coming was very low. As soon as he opened the door, the north wind was pouring into the room. Xiaodong was busy pressing the corner of the paper with a paperweight and missed two sentences.

“…… Please go and have a look

Mo Chen nods to say: ”also good.” He told Xiaodong: ”it's cold outside. Don't go out.”

Xiao Dong answered and looked at it.

The one who came to invite the elder martial brother was a disciple of the outside family surnamed Tong. Xiaodong is not familiar with other disciples, except Zhai Wenhui.

On the way from Huihui mountain to beifucheng, we all stayed together, which was more familiar than when we were on the mountain.

But this Tong Hao is an exception. Xiaodong hardly remembered what he had said. I don't know what he's doing now? This is not the time to ask for advice.

But judging from the appearance of the elder martial brother, there should be nothing wrong.

Xiaodong wrote more than half a page of Jianzi, and repeated it many times. I don't know why. Instead, she doesn't feel more and more proficient. On the contrary, she feels that this word has become very strange. She even doesn't know how to write it when she raises her pen.

The handwriting is not good.

The more he looked at it, the more dissatisfied he was. He threw the half written piece of paper aside and spread another one to rewrite it. But the paper tube is enough, are already cut ready to use, ink is not much. He picked up the ink bar again to slowly grind the ink,.

I don't know where the cold wind comes from. Xiaodong lowers his head and closes his lapels. Suddenly, his hands turn back, and a pool of ink is poured out towards his back. Even the inkstone is also smashed out.

Inkstone didn't hit anyone, but the splashing ink was hard to avoid.

I don't know when the person who sneaked into the room was blocked by ink. Although the sword's momentum was not changed, it was chopped on the table.

Throwing out the inkstone at the same time to drill into the table under the Xiaodong, heard the table top click a sound, split in two from the middle. The sword holder's face was covered and only two eyes were exposed.

Xiaodong blurted out: ”elder martial brother Chen!”

The man who was about to be stabbed by the second sword froze at the sound.

Xiaodong opened his eyes in amazement.

It can't be wrong, it's him!

The man who sneaked in to kill in the middle of the night is Chen Jingzhi! Although his face was covered, his eyes were very clear.

Those gloomy eyes, always with eternal hatred.

Xiaodong runs away from the table and desk.

When he saw through his identity, elder martial brother Chen also reminded Chen Jingzhi of those days spent in Huihui mountain.

Compared with the past in the Chen family, the life in Huishan is one of his few comfortable and peaceful lives.

Master, elder martial brother and elder sister

These weak emotions just flashed away, and the killing intention returned to his eyes.

”I didn't expect to be recognized by you,” he said in a low voice, but it didn't sound so vicious: ”it's good that you don't have to be a muddle headed ghost when you die, and remember who killed you when you're dead.”

Before the words fell, suddenly a black fog burst out in front of his eyes, and a pungent and putrid smell came upon his face.

Chen Jingzhi immediately closed his breath and waved his hand forward. The sword wind split the ink mist from it.

Eyes slightly prick, followed by a numb itch! I tried to open my eyes again, but I couldn't see clearly.This black fog is poisonous!

Chen Jingzhi never thought that the seemingly incompetent and naive Yun Xiaodong had the means to poison.

Xiaodong fan twice more, more black fog from the fan handle, almost enveloped Chen Jingzhi.

Yes, Xiaodong holds an iron fan in his hand.