Immortality Cultivation Era

no doubt.

The performance in the library is enough to make the singer famous throughout the school.

At this time when the limelight is flourishing, Gaoge has not continued to make a name for himself. After all, he has become a living target. Everyone wants to prove their worth by challenging the song and winning. This has been the case since ancient times. Going up on the shoulders of giants, it is better to climb faster than yourself. This is a shortcut.

However, when they wanted to find a high song, they found that Gao Ge rushed back and went to the sword to retreat.

Those who cultivated the idea of ​​climbing on the singer and climbing up, but after half a day of preparation, they could not find the target, and there was a sense of frustration that swayed their fists in the air.

Inside the sword.

Singing and sitting cross-legged on the ground, running the turn star.

Xiao Xiaoran, standing on the side, is wiping the hands of the child with a piece of cloth.

When he was sitting cross-legged, even he did not know that he had formed a cyclone around him.

When I slowly opened my eyes and sighed, I was greatly improved.

He can feel a strong atmosphere here, listening to Xiao Yuran explained, that is Jianqi.

Gao Ge can feel these swords, and it seems to be a very bad thing in Xiao Yanran.

In this regard, there is nothing special about the high song.

"How is it?" Seeing Gao Ge slowly stood up, Xiao Xiaoran went to ask him.

"Not bad." Gao Ge took a look at his muscles and bones, and picked up the power of the stars in the body, smiling.

"The energy in your body is a bit strange. This is a good thing, but it may cause some trouble." Xiao Yuran said, "But I don't know much about it. In the final analysis, you need to decide."

Gao Ge nodded solemnly.

Fortunately, so far, he feels the bonus of the power of the stars, and has not encountered any drawbacks.

"Since you choose to practice the sword, it is natural to have a sword that suits you." Xiao Yuran said, "Just, at present, the sword of the sword is not as good as the one in my hand, so for the time being, You still can't hold the sword."

Gao Ge’s face is blank: "If this is the case, then what should I use as a weapon to practice the sword?"

Xiao Xiaoran smiled and said: "I have already prepared for you before."

Immediately, Xiao Yuran turned around, but for a moment, he came back.

There was a long wooden raft in his hand.

Gao Ge took the raft from Xiao Yanran's hand, and did not feel any weight, the heart became more curious.

After opening the wooden raft, the expression on the singer's face became more and more exciting.

"Wooden stick?"

"Accurately speaking, it is a wooden stick with a handle." Xiao Yuran tried to correct him.

Gao Ge’s temples are rising and hurting...

This is simply bullying!

"When can I use a sword?" Gao Ge asked.

"Wait until there is a sword that you think is right for you." Xiao Yuran simply made it clear.

Gao Ge nodded.

Anyway, you are a big brother, you have the final say.

On these issues, Gao Ge will never have any opinions.

He knows very little about the kendo.

Now Xiao Xiaoran is his teacher on Kendo. It is definitely not wrong to listen to the teacher.

"Your swordsmanship method is very good, you can spend more thoughts." Xiao Yuran said.

"Then I will practice now?" Gao Ge asked and tried.

"Do not."

"..." Gao Ge was lost.

"follow me."

Behind Xiao Xiaoran, Gao Ge went to the third floor of the Jiange Pavilion. There was a simple dormitory with a desk and chairs.

When I entered the Jiange, Gaoge found that it was indeed a very interesting place. On the wall, the table was filled with all kinds of swords. The swords and short swords and soft swords were numerous and fascinating.

But in this room, the wall is filled with white paper full of words.

There are also four treasures on the table.

"From today, you are here to practice words." Xiao Yuran said.

Gao Ge was urinating at the time.

"I came to learn the sword!"

"When you can use the pen in your hand as a sword, you can practice the sword. I will send people the food." After saying this, Xiao Yuran went out.

Gao Ge looked at the brushwork of the room, and it was forced.

Fortunately, after a while, Xiao Yuran went back again.

Gao Ge excitedly snoted his nose.

He hoped that Xiao Xiaoran would go to himself and take a shot of his shoulder and say that he was just joking.

Xiao Xiaoran did come to his front and did stick out his hand, but just took the phone away from his pocket.

"Be a good night, you can't play with your mobile phone." Xiao Yanran said at the moment of turning around, "There is still a wireless network here..."

Gao Ge: "..."

This time Xiao Xiaoran did not come back.

Going to the desk, researching the ink, the pen holder is full of brush, the size of the size, the rabbit is nothing, everything.

"The preparation is really complete." Gaoge thought of an interesting thing, from small to large, the classmates in the class, the best looking person in the pencil case is generally the worst, the most ugly writing.

However, this truth can't really be placed on Xiao Qianran.

The words hanging in this small room are obviously from the hands of Xiao Yuran. The font is sharp, such as the sword is squirted out, and there is a stock of killing in the lines. The horizontal cross is straight and the vertical is vertical. For example, the sword shadow flashes.

The word Xiao Xiaoran is an alternative kind of good-looking.

Originally listening to the guy's words thought it was a joke, and now the song is very solid.

Xiao Xiaoran really used the brush as a sword!

Standing in this room, Gaoge can feel a sigh of swords.

He took a deep breath, picked up the brush in his hand and began to drop the pen.

"I don't see you, the water of the Yellow River comes up in the sky, and it doesn't return to the sea..."

until:

“With the same sales, it’s the same.”

A big sprinkle.

After writing, Gao Ge put down the brush in his hand, straightened his waist and went to appreciate his handwriting.

In fact, the singer's calligraphy is also practiced. However, compared with Xiao Yuran's words, it is not uncomfortable. Even, it reveals a feminine, like a small woman throwing a hand.

"Unsightly, unsightly..."

Gao Ge himself gave himself a comment, and quickly put the written words together and threw them aside. This time, he did not rush to write, but stood up and walked in the room to watch Xiao Yanran’s words.

"Will the pen in your hand be a sword?"

Gao Ge squinted and eager to see some clues.

Immediately, he walked back to the desk and re-wrote. Once again, he was dissatisfied. He then smashed the words filled with the brushwork into a ball, and then walked back and forth, continued to look at it, after a while, and then wrote one.

Repeatedly, I don't know how to exhaust.