Master tutoring class

In the room, the dim candles were filled with tears, and there was a young man lying on his stomach in front of the brown-black wooden table, his eyes half-covered, full of tiredness.Holding the brush in his hand, he scratched horizontally and vertically on the paper.

Looking carefully, the font on the paper is soft and weak, as if the pen will fall down if you touch it again, and you can vaguely see the written content when you look up.

"Young people work hard all their lives, don't be lazy with time."

"Advise you not to cherish the golden thread clothes, and advise you to cherish the youth."

"..."

"Hey, study hard"

There was a light sound on the table, and the light-white fingers of the person beside him tapped on the table, the young man glanced at it, straightened up, picked up the pen and continued writing.

Lazy and lazy, almost fainting.

Penalty to write [-] lines of persuasive verses, plus two cheat books.Wen Xiuyuan half-cast his eyes, lamenting in his heart.

If I knew I should pay attention to it, at least I should pretend to be a student so as not to be caught by the master.Now it's all right, it's time to copy until dawn.

The head drooped heavily, and then quickly lifted up.

An Heyi sat aside and sighed silently.

The paper on the chopping board was smeared with ink, and the movement of the hand that picked up the pen to write became more and more slow.

The tabletop was buckled again.

The young man woke up in a jerk, and the movements of his hands sped up a bit.

"Finish writing quickly and rest early." An Heyi reminded.

The young man raised his hand to support his face, and the other hand was still writing.

The candles in the house burned most of the night, and the young man was about to finish writing.

An Heyi put down the unfinished book, and reached for the copybook that the young man had finished writing.

The handwriting on the top sheet is neat and tidy, the angular font reveals the sharpness of a sword, and the curved parts also show sharp edges.

Not bad.

It is worthy of being the name of a sword cultivator, and has its own character of a sword cultivator.

An Heyi praised in his heart, and continued to scroll down.

The handwriting on the second one is less sharp and more chic, it looks like a prodigal son traveling far away, but it is not as good as the first one.

An Heyi paused for a moment, and accepted this fairly readable copybook.

It's okay, it's a casual cultivator at best.

By the third piece, the handwriting gradually became unrestrained, and there was more space for pens.

An Heyi pinched the paper and pondered for a while.

That's all, young people are more lively, and so should their writing.It's just nature.

But at the beginning of the fourth picture, the characters began to dance wildly, with the momentum of baring their teeth and claws, just looking at it makes me feel arrogant.

……

Quickly turn it down, the more bold and unrestrained the handwriting is at the back.An Heyi tried his best to decipher it, but it was really difficult to see the handwriting from one stroke to the end, not to mention that each character was very similar, only the curvature of the middle hooks was different.

It looks like "ha" throughout the article.

An Heyi: "..."

The young man in front of the desk was still writing hard. Although he couldn't see what was written, his attitude was quite serious.

An Heyi restrained his desire to ask his apprentice to rewrite, and knocked on the table again.

"Be serious and pay attention to the font."

The young man was still writing, as if he didn't hear it.

An Heyi was confused, amplified his voice and repeated.

Young people still write on their own.

An Heyi leaned forward, tilted his head to glance, the characters on the paper were still messed up and couldn't be read clearly, there was a copybook that had been written on the upper right side, An Heyi glanced at it, and looked back, it was exactly the same.

What kind of skill is this to write different words on each page in a general appearance.

Are you sure he won't look carefully?

He reached out to pat Wen Xiuyuan's shoulder, but he didn't turn around, only then did An Heyi realize that something was wrong.

He stood up, reached out and brushed the young man's ear, pinched the other's chin and turned his head away.

The two piercing big eyes attached to his eyes looked straight at him.

In order to prevent Master from being unable to see clearly in the dark, the young man thoughtfully put a sequin on the pupil to add a light.When the candlestick was placed on the table, the light could not be seen, but when it was removed, two beams of light were seen shining on An Heyi's chest.

An Heyi closed his eyes and smiled angrily.

Not only that, even if he turned his head around, the young man's hand was still straight and writing without stopping.

An Heyi reached out and took out the pen, and then stopped.

If you look carefully, there is a magic circle engraved on the place where the tip of the pen is facing the light.

very good.

An Heyi took a deep breath.

"Ouch!"

After being hit hard on the head, the young man finally woke up, took off the two fake eyes in front of him, and saw the master standing in front of him with a sneer, holding his brush in his hand.

Oops.

"Master, I was wrong," the young man gave in and apologized without saying a word.

An Heyi gritted his teeth, unable to restrain his anger, "Copy twenty times more, and ten times more if you sleep."

Wen Xiuyuan: "..."

Hey.

When it was almost dawn, it was finally finished copying, Wen Xiuyuan closed his eyes and fell back, An Heyi stretched out his hand to drag Wen Xiuyuan from hitting the ground.

Helpless, An Heyi had no choice but to carry his apprentice back to the bed.

The candle was extinguished, An Heyi took off his outer shirt and lay on the outside.

A night without dreams.

When she woke up in the morning, there was no one on her body unexpectedly. An Heyi breathed a sigh of relief, dressed neatly and sat at the stone table, continuing to read the book she hadn't finished last night.

There is not a word on the cover of the book, and the old paper is yellow. This is a record handed down from the ancestors for thousands of years, which introduces various skills and moves of the magic way.

The Wind Killing Formation requires the user to reach the void stage.

An Heyi looked up at the young man sleeping soundly on the bed, and sighed.

If Xiuyuan can reach the void stage, he can wake up smiling with his eyes closed.

The person in the dream didn't notice it, and snored presumptuously.

At three o'clock in the sun, Hua Xiangran came to knock on the door, An Heyi got up and walked to the door, turned around and saw Wen Xiuyuan was still sleeping, closed the door and talked with Hua Xiangran outside.

"How do you see your apprentice's skills?"

An Heyi didn't know what to say for a while, whether to tell the truth that his apprentice was not good at being lazy, or to save some face for the apprentice and say it was okay.

Seeing An Heyi's indescribable appearance, Hua Xiangran asked in surprise, "Is it so powerful? It's reached a level where you're also embarrassed?"

An Heyi's expression became more tangled, "It's not really..."

"Forget it, I'll watch it myself. I'll watch from the window. You can call your apprentice up and start a fight. By the way, why doesn't he get up to practice when the sun is up? What big deal can such laziness cause?"

After speaking, without waiting for An Heyi's reply, she walked to the closed window and nodded to An Heyi.

An Heyi: "..."

In desperation, he had no choice but to go into the room and wake up Wen Xiuyuan.

The young man lying lazily on the bed drooped his peach blossom eyes and yawned, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. Under the sun, he looked a little bewitching.

The senior brother was still watching outside, An Heyi pulled the quilt up for him in embarrassment, and called Wen Xiuyuan's name with amplified voice.

"...Master", Wen Xiuyuan replied in a low voice in a daze.

An Heyi was helpless, "Get up and fight with me, and then go to sleep after the fight."

Wen Xiuyuan blinked with difficulty, but finally closed it, sat up and put on his clothes without opening his eyes.After getting dressed and jumping out of bed, his eyes finally opened.

Open your hands, "Come on, Master!"

An Heyi nodded and slapped her.

With a "bang", Wen Xiuyuan fell to the ground.

"Xiuyuan!"

An Heyi was startled, and hurried over to help him up.Hua Xiangran jumped into the house in shock.

The two surrounded Wen Xiuyuan to check in a panic.

Put your hand on your wrist and measure it for a long time.

Hua Xiangran said speechlessly, "Fall asleep".

An Heyi and Hua Xiangran looked at each other.

The two looked at each other silently for a while.

Hua Xiangran stretched out his hand and patted Wen Xiuyuan's shoulder, "You can rest assured, right?"

An Heyi: "..."

After the senior brother left, An Heyi threw Wen Xiuyuan back on the bed, and sat back quietly at the table.

Set aside a table of tea, facing the noon sun, poured it expressionlessly.

The author says:

Master: My apprentice is so embarrassing.

Brother Hua Xiangran: I don't know whether to congratulate you or sympathize with you.

Master: ...

I feel that I haven't written very well recently, and I also prepared a small notebook to record the shortcomings I found while writing.If the little angels feel that my writing is not very good, they can also speak out directly.I'll make a note of it (don't worry if you don't hold grudges!), and I'll revise it later when I revise it.Hehe is not glass-hearted. If you feel that the author of a chapter is particularly poorly written, I hope I can revise it, and you can also say it.

Writing is a process of accumulation and progress.Today is still Hehe mua who loves you~