Chapter 239 How about you practice simplified Chinese?
"It's okay, I don't mind. Besides, I'm hungry, so I'll fill my stomach first." Lu Yao smiled nonchalantly.
"Oh." Su Qian responded.
Her face was still slightly flushed.
Xiaoliu had a piece of cake stuffed in his mouth, his cheeks puffed up, and he mumbled, "Sister, are you hot? Why is your face so red?"
Su Qian heard what Xiaoliu said.
I almost choked on something and coughed a few times to cover up my embarrassment.
"No, it's just that the cold noodles are a little hot." Su Qian said quickly.
As he spoke, he fanned himself gently with his hands, his eyes a little evasive.
Xiaoliu blinked his eyes.
A look of disbelief on his face.
Lu Yao raised the corners of his mouth slightly with a faint smile. He looked at Su Qian's slightly embarrassed look and found it a little cute.
The homestays in the ancient town are also open to the public.
Su Qian found a quaint B&B and planned to stay there for one night.
Lu Yao bought some pens and ink and sat down at the desk by the window.
"What are you buying this pen and ink for?"
Su Qian walked to Lu Yao and looked at the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, her eyes full of confusion.
Lu Yao raised his eyes and looked at her.
With a faint smile on his face, he responded, "Write a letter."
"You can also write calligraphy?" Su Qian widened her eyes slightly.
After asking.
Lu Yao gave her a strange look.
"I almost forgot, you are originally from the world of immortal cultivation." Su Qian said suddenly: "Why did you suddenly think of writing a letter?"
Lu Yao spread out the rice paper and looked out the window.
At this time, the night outside the window is getting darker, and the streets of the ancient town are illuminated by the dim lanterns, exuding a quiet and mysterious beauty.
"I've been on Earth for several months now, and I'm sure many people in the sect can't hold back any longer."
He picked up the brush.
I played with it casually in my hands.
"Although our eldest disciple stepped in to temporarily stabilize the situation, I know there are many people with ulterior motives. Since you are able to exchange things with my youngest disciple, please help me pass this letter to her."
"No problem." Su Qian agreed readily.
"Let me help you grind the ink."
She became interested, pulled a stool over and sat down, looking at him with sparkling eyes.
Lu Yao was slightly stunned. "You can also grind ink?"
"Won't."
Su Qian shook her head sincerely, then smiled and said, "I've seen it on TV. It's just adding water to an inkstone. It's simple."
"Okay, thank you for your help, Miss Su?"
Lu Yao looked at her expectant expression and couldn't help but smile.
"Okay, okay." Su Qian smiled and waved her hand.
She reached out and picked up the water jar beside her, poured water into the inkstone, and then began to grind in an orderly manner.
"Huh? Doesn't ink come from an inkstone? Why is it coming from this stick?"
Su Qian looked at his hands covered in black ink and couldn't help but mutter.
"I've watched TV for so many years, but it was all in vain. I always thought ink was made by grinding inkstones!"
Hearing Su Qian's words, Lu Yao's mouth twitched slightly.
"That's not a stick, that's called an ink stick." He smiled helplessly.
Then, Lu Yao picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, thought for a moment, and began to write.
The pen tip falls, the pen tip is hidden at the beginning, the strokes are smooth and free, and the strokes end cleanly and neatly. Every stroke reveals a unique charm.
Su Qian took a quick glance at the rice paper.
His eyes were full of wonder and admiration.
At first glance, it looks good.
At second glance, it’s so damn beautiful.
"Huh? Why is it in traditional Chinese?"
Su Qian's voice broke the originally quiet and focused atmosphere in the room.
Lu Yao paused with the pen in his hand, looked up at her, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"How about you practice simplified Chinese?"
Su Qian said tentatively, "I think Mengmeng will feel dizzy reading the traditional Chinese characters."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yao kept writing, but said patiently, "It's okay. If she can't understand, just ask her to go to the library and copy the Sanskrit text a few more times. She can both learn to read and practice meditation. There will always be a way to deal with it."
Su Qian: “…”
"...Okay." Su Qian supported his chin with one hand and shook his head helplessly.
You bastard!
Let’s observe a second of silence for Xia Mengmeng.
Lu Yao saw Su Qian's actions out of the corner of his eye, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.
After a while, Lu Yao had finished writing the letter.
He gently blew the ink stains off the paper and folded the letter carefully.
"Then I'll trouble you."
Lu Yao handed the letter to Su Qian, his eyes lingering on her ink-stained face. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly: "Little cat."
Su Qian took the letter and was stunned after hearing his words.
Then he reacted, raised his hand to touch his face, and his fingertips touched the ink marks, and his cheeks suddenly turned red with embarrassment.
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Su Qian glared at him and quickly turned around.
I trotted to the pool and looked at myself in the mirror.
Looking at the obvious ink marks on his face, they must have been rubbed on his face by holding his chin with one hand just now.
“This bastard!”
Su Qian was so angry that she cursed softly.
After a while, I finally washed my face barely clean.
She took the towel beside her and wiped her face roughly.
The night deepens.
Lu Yao and Xiao Liu slept in the living room as usual, while Su Qian slept in the guest room full of ancient charm.
"Your master asked me to pass something on to you @Xia Mengmeng (Xia Mengmeng Cannon Fodder)"
Su Qian sent a message in the group.
Xia Mengmeng (Immortal Cultivator Cannon Fodder): "Ah? Really? Sister Qianqian, what is that?"
"A letter."
Su Qian replied: "He didn't say much, just said that you will know what to do when you see the letter."
Xia Mengmeng (Cultivation Cannon Fodder): "I thought it was something good, but it turned out to be a letter."
Su Qian thought of the express delivery sent by Song Yao.
"By the way, I also have the TO signatures that Song Yao gave you. I'll pass them along to you as well."
"Huh? Didn't Sister Song Yao forget about the chat group? How come she still remembers signing for us?" Xia Mengmeng looked puzzled.
Lin Yue (Ancient House Fighting): "Could it be that some impression still remains subconsciously? But no matter what, Song Yao's TO signature is rare."
As a fan of Song Yao.
Lin Yue saw Song Yao quit the group and got rid of the black-hearted company in reality.
Still very happy for her.
After a while, Xia Mengmeng sent another message, "Huh? Why are you using traditional Chinese characters again? It gives me a headache."
Next, there is a distressed emoticon.
"Your master said that you couldn't understand it, so he asked you to go to the library and copy the Sanskrit text several times. This will help you learn to read and practice meditation."
After Su Qian sent this message.
I couldn't help but chuckle.
The image of Xia Mengmeng scratching her head in distress appeared in my mind.
Xia Mengmeng replied with an expression that looked like she wanted to cry but couldn't:
"I thank him."
"By the way, he also said that some old guys in the sect might not be able to hold back any longer, so they asked you to give this letter to your senior sister." Su Qian added.
Xia Mengmeng (Immortal Cultivator Cannon Fodder): "Master is truly a master of predictions."
Xia Mengmeng (Cultivation Cannon Fodder): "Last time, those elders were beaten up by Senior Sister and behaved themselves for a while, but now they're becoming restless again. As expected of my Master, he can even predict this."
"I'm going to slip away first and send a letter to my senior sister~"
Xia Mengmeng has been having a headache recently because of the sect's affairs.
I didn’t expect Lu Yaoyuan to be on Earth.
I have already thought of a way to deal with it.
(End of this chapter)
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