Chapter 220: Invincible

Huh?

Xinbao, still posing with his little white hands, turned around and asked, "Who is it?"

Anshun smiled and said, "I don't know, it's not signed."

Xinbao said with principle: "Brother Xiaoxian, please help me take a look first. If it is written by a hypocrite, Xinbao will not accept it!"

Yan Shenjue took it and took a look at it. He frowned slightly and turned around to hand it to her: "It's uncle."

Xinbao then stopped and took the letter.

In the letter, the elder may have considered Xinbao's level and drew a picture. With just a few strokes, he drew a person kneeling in front of the table and wrote next to it: "Brother Liang is wrong. Uncle punished him. How long he kneels is up to you."

Xinbao: “…”

She silently began to chew her fingers.

Although hypocrites are annoying, she was really mad just now and really wanted to hit him with a club, but if the elder punished him to kneel, she would feel... a little embarrassed.

Xinbao thought about it seriously for a long time, then took the letter back to his room and ordered Yan Shenjue in a very imposing manner: "Brother Xiaoxian! Grind the ink!!"

See how I stand up for you!!

She raised the pen with great vigor, and a large drop of ink fell onto the paper.

Yan Shenjue silently changed a piece of paper for her, picked up a thin brush, and cut the brush hairs shorter with scissors.

Xinbao dipped the ink once more... but not enough. He only ground a little bit of ink, but it was just right for her.

As a top student, she can write many characters even in areas where she is not good at, such as traditional Chinese characters.

But the problem now is that her arms and hands are weak, making it difficult for her to control the thickness of the brush strokes. Traditional Chinese characters have so many strokes that if she relaxes a bit, the strokes will become blurred and she will have to rewrite them.

Therefore, it is easier to write clearly using such a pen, and you only need to confirm it if you are not sure.

"Brother Xiaoxian, how do you write the word useful?"

Yan Shenjue wrote it to her.

"How do you write the words 'sad' and 'past'?"

Yan Shenjue wrote to her again.

So after a while, Mr. Yuan received a very thick letter with huge characters. You could tell at a glance that it was written by Xinbao.

“

Uncle, it's no use for you to do this.

My legs hurt when I kneel down.

When it hurts, you can't think straight.

You can ask him to learn martial arts.

If he can't learn it, you can ask him, "Xiao Jue can do it, Xin Bao can do it, why can't you do it at your age?" Then he will understand.

If you change, you will be a good disciple.

If it doesn't change, change it.

Uncle, don’t be sad. If you really can’t find him, Xinbao will be your apprentice when he grows up.

”

The old man watched and laughed, and finally laughed out loud, and sprayed out his tea.

He could never have imagined that Xinbao would respond to him like this.

Although these are childish words, they make sense.

The elder laughed so hard that he was staggering. He called Liang Ruoxu, "Stand up. Is it painful to kneel down? If it hurts, you can't figure it out! Look at this and you'll understand!"

He gave the letter to Liang Ruoxu.

Liang Ruoxu rubbed his knees and stood up, and when he took a look... his mouth twitched.

Imagine, if he really asked him to practice martial arts, it would be true. Xiao Jue had mastered a rare sword technique in the world, but he couldn't even do a single move. How could he have the face to condescend to instruct him? Liang Ruoxu couldn't help but sigh: "Xinbao, this little kid, really has some skills."

"Oh," said the elder, "to have good fortune and to be able to benefit the children around you, there must be a way, a very good way."

Liang Ruoxu was slightly surprised, and felt that there was something else behind his mentor's words.

But the elder didn't say anything else, just waved his hand and told him to go down and rest.

After he left, the elder man slowly frowned.

He met Tang Erlang that day because he went out of the city to see the place where the mountain collapsed.

This was such a coincidence that he couldn't help but be suspicious, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see any signs of human intervention.

So, whether it is that Xinbao is blessed with good fortune and the people who want to harm her are so unlucky, or... something else, this is something worth pondering.

Xinbao finished writing the letter and continued practicing martial arts.

Tuanzi showed unprecedented enthusiasm and initiative, and in one day he actually memorized half of the sword techniques, a total of eighteen moves.

Even though her posture was not quite right, it was clear that she had indeed remembered it.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Yan Shenjue originally thought that she would forget it after a good night's sleep, but unexpectedly, it was not the case!

Tuanzi was like a different person. She practiced whenever she had time! She practiced whenever she had time!! She finished practicing the Luoshen Dance in just two days!! Not only that, when she was practicing walking in the morning, she would say to him, "Shall we recite the Three Character Classic?"

Not only that, she also took the initiative to ask him to write the seal script "300,000", put it on the wall, and practiced it over and over again! ! He couldn't stop! ! On the first day, he was very pleased.

The next day, he began to be surprised.

On the third day, he was really anxious. Seeing the white and soft little ball exhausted from training, he felt really distressed.

He coaxed her softly, "There's no need to be so anxious."

Tuanzi's eyes were a little hazy from fatigue, and his words were soft but his meaning was sonorous: "No, only when you have sufficient strength can you protect the people around you!"

Yan Shenjue said helplessly: "Senior Brother is really not a bad person."

Tuanzi shook his head and said confidently: "He is not a bad person, but how do you know that he will not be a bad person next time?"

Yan Shenjue: “…”

Tuanzi snorted, "I've thought it all out! I want to learn both literature and martial arts! I want to become very powerful! This way, if I meet a scholar and can't scold him, I can beat him up! If I meet a hero and can't beat him, I will run away while scolding him! Strike his soul! This is called being invincible!!"

Yan Shenjue laughed and said, "That's a good idea, but Xinbao is still too young. How about this, you give me one part to do, and if Xinbao can't do it, I'll do it, okay?"

"No!" Tuanzi glanced at him with disdain, "You are too weak! All you can do is say 'It's none of my business'! You didn't even curse back!"

Yan Shenjue covered his eyes silently.

This little glutinous rice dumpling, if it imitates his cool and indifferent look at that time, is simply so adorable.

So he could only watch Tuanzi practice calligraphy for an hour and then went back to practice martial arts.

Tuanzi's attitude was very correct and her expression was very serious, but it was really too difficult for the little glutinous rice dumpling with a three-head body to practice such moves.

The original move is hey! Raise one leg, keep the leg flat and straight...

But when I got to Xinbao, it was like hey! I raised my legs, a little higher, and then I couldn’t hold on any longer, so I put them down…

Hey again! Lift your legs, a little higher, and then you can’t hold on any longer, so put them down…

So I kept hearing her calling “Hey! Hey! Hey…” as she practiced hard. She looked both pitiful and cute, but seeing how serious she was, I couldn't bear to disturb her.

In fact, Xinbao is really tired.

She often studied like this in her previous life, but at that time, she just "gritted her teeth and told herself that she could do it", and then she could continue to persevere, and her efficiency would not be too low.

But now, she can endure the tiredness and the pain, but the little broken car's body has its limits.

After reaching her limit, her efficiency becomes very low. Her brain, which was originally quite flexible, becomes fuzzy again, and her calves, which were originally quite strong, become unable to lift... She only hopes that, like she did when she practiced walking before, she can improve her upper limit little by little by exhausting herself to the limit.

The sweat slowly slid onto her long eyelashes and then fell down with a click. Tuanzi sniffed her nose and had the illusion that she was crying.

She shook her head back and forth, and once again tried to lift her legs… The next moment, her eyes went dark, and she fell backwards.

(End of this chapter)