Master of time travel

The girl did not speak.

"Go and rest now." Mo Yun's tone was a little cold.

Probably because she didn't expect Mo Yun to be so angry, the girl was at a loss for a while.

Well, Mo Yun felt that he would never be able to say anything harsh to this "daughter" he had picked up.

Stretching out his hand to caress the light blue color under the girl's eyes, Mo Yun said softly: "I didn't ask you to give me a thousand words today, you are a smart child, since you know what I mean, why force yourself so much?" "

The girl's body trembled, and there was a low voice: "Yun Ling knew it was wrong."

"Since you know you're wrong, go to rest." Mo Yun withdrew his hand and said.

Seeing the girl's figure disappearing outside the study door, Mo Yun sighed deeply, looking at the white clouds drifting leisurely in the sky, feeling a little sad... I don't know when her nanny's life will come to an end .

Mo Yun doesn't like being tied down in one place, she likes to be free.Of course, it's best to have nothing to worry about, so that she can wander around the world without nostalgia.

Since it is a cloud, it cannot always stay in one place.

Glancing in the direction of the girl's room, Mo Yun's eyes were dim, but it's not enough yet, she can't let go of the girl she picked up by herself, the girl who resembles her very much.

Maybe when the girl grows up one day and doesn't need her anymore, she can do what she wants to do.

perhaps?Mo Yun showed a wry smile, when she was so unrealistic, maybe she would be found out that she is not the original owner before that day arrives.So before that, she must at least let the girl have the ability to protect herself, the ability to survive without her protection, and leave the girl with a safe way out.

Turning around and walking back to the study, Mo Yun picked up the paper placed on the table and looked at it. The first few papers were all twisted and twisted, and there were still black ink blobs in some places.But it can also be seen that the girl wrote very seriously, trying to imitate Mo Yun's handwriting stroke by stroke.

All the way to the end, even the last few pages were not satisfactory, obviously failing the master's hard work.

"It's so ugly." A disgusted voice came from his mind.

Undeniable, Mo Yun smiled, and put a thick stack of paper full of words in his hand into the box and sealed it carefully.

"Why do you keep it so ugly?" A certain system is always unable to understand the behavior of its own host.

"It's useful." Mo Yun replied, put the box in a hidden place, sat down at the table and started grinding.

"Host, what are you doing now?"

"Ask less and read more." Mo Yun returned lightly.

".......", the system wisely shut up.

Since we want to learn to read and write, we can't do without books.The books in the original owner's study room have too many uncommon words and the content is too profound, not suitable for beginners like Yun Ling.

Most of the books used for literacy in ancient times were "Thousand Characters", "Hundred Surnames" and "San Zi Jing".

Among them, "Thousand Characters" was compiled with a thousand characters without repetition, with gorgeous words and beautiful context.However, the characters in the "San Zi Jing" are repeated and without color, but they are unpretentious, and they discuss the way of doing things in extremely simple and easy-to-understand words.As for "Hundred Family Surnames"... Mo Yun picked up the Xiling Langlang brush, rolled up his sleeves with one hand, and began to write after dyeing the ink.

"Thousand Characters" has too deep artistic conception and high difficulty in writing, which makes it difficult for beginners to understand its meaning, while "Hundred Surnames" has no substantive content.For the current Yun Ling, the "Three Character Classic" may be the best choice, it can be used for both literacy and self-cultivation.

Half a stick of incense passed, and a piece of "Three Character Classic" was almost completed, Mo Yun put down his pen and looked out the window.If she continues to live like this carelessly, even if she really sees right from wrong one day, it won't be surprising that those masters in the book will become nuns.

It was already evening when Yun Ling came to the study again, and the setting sun of Pinellia scorched half the sky red.A ray of afterglow came in from the window, making the ink cloud standing by the window also dyed with a layer of warm yellow glow.

"Come here." Mo Yun turned sideways and said to Yun Ling who was standing by the door.

"Yes, master." Yun Ling covered up the momentary loss in her eyes, and walked over obediently.

"Sit down." Mo Yun pointed to the chair in front of the table and said.

"Rewrite the two words I punished you for practicing yesterday." Mo Yun said to the girl sitting at the table.

"Yes." The girl picked up the pen and began to write on the paper.

"rewrite"

"Yes" didn't say much, the girl wrote again.

"rewrite"

"Yes"

"rewrite"

Mo Yun didn't stop, and the girl kept writing.

After an unknown amount of time, beads of sweat slipped from the girl's forehead, and the hand holding the pen trembled a little, but the girl continued to write without saying a word.

"take a break."

"Master, my apprentice is not tired." The girl had no intention of stopping.

A flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes, Mo Yun walked up behind the girl, held the girl's hand holding the pen from behind, and noticed the girl's sudden muscle stiffness, Mo Yun said softly: "Relax, follow my movements."

The man's warm breath came from the ear, which made Yun Ling's ears itch, and even his heart was incomparable.

In the afterglow, two white figures, one big and one small, blended together, beautifully like a painting.

"Cultivation should never rush for success, that's all for today." After a while, Mo Yun let go of his hand and said, "When you go back today, think about what I just taught you.",

"Yes, master.", unable to think at all, let alone object.

Day two.

The girl has been in the study room since eating. Mo Yun opened the door and saw the scene of the girl practicing calligraphy seriously. An hour passed, and the scene was still the same.

"I've made a lot of progress." The system said lazily in Mo Yun's mind.

Although the handwriting written by the girl is not pretty yet, it is much better than at the beginning, and her posture has also begun to take shape.This is a very good thing, but Mo Yun is a little worried.

The young girl's strokes start and end too heavily, turn too rigidly, and sharpen her sharpness. Such a person is too paranoid and must not be tactful enough.

Things that are too rigid are easy to break, which has been the case since ancient times.