Learning is really not an easy thing!
Yun Nie had a good memory. He had memorized the Three Character Classic and Thousand Character Classic, and had also learned to recognize some words. So Sang Yue began to teach him how to write.
The calligraphy was written by Sang Yue himself, and the content was what he had just memorized.
Yun Nie held the brush, stretched his hand forward, and tried hard to draw one smooth stroke after another on the rice paper.
He has tried his best to be steady, to write small, and to combine...
But when forming a group of compound characters, suddenly all the strokes became uncontrollably bigger and twisted, looking really funny.
"That's not the case."
Sang Yue sat next to Yun Nie and hugged him from behind, with his chest against his back, as if he was holding the boy in his arms. He held the boy's hand that was holding the pen.
Leading him, moving slowly, feeling slowly: "Relax a little, this is not a battle on the battlefield, it doesn't matter, it's okay if you write badly, there are still many calligraphy copies to practice. Come, adjust it, the pen is crooked, use your wrist to force..."
Time passes by little by little.
Although the cave was cool and dry, Yun Nie broke out in a sweat.
Sang Yue guided him to write for a while, then let him practice on his own.
"Trace each of these five pages of calligraphy twenty times. Today's task is complete and you can go out and play."
After assigning the homework, Sang Yue put his hands behind his back and strolled away leisurely.
Yun Nie sat in front of the large desk built specifically for him and continued to work hard on copying the large characters.
The master's handwriting is elegant and pleasing to the eye. Although Yun Nieguang has not yet mastered calligraphy, he regards it as a painting and finds it very beautiful.
Therefore, tracing large characters is not boring.
He obediently and carefully completed the homework assigned by his master. He was so focused that he forgot the time. When he finished practicing, he looked up and found a bowl of steamed fruit cheese on the corner of the table.
The master was really elusive. Yun Nie had no idea when he came back and left again.
While eating the steamed cheese with rich milk flavor, smooth and refreshing taste, Yun Nie thought for a while and decided to repay me with sweet potato.
I heard from my master that many delicious fruits and vegetables are grown on Yantai Mountain next to Wenyao Peak, and many of the fruit trees on Yuehua Mountain were obtained from them.
It seems that a particularly sweet sweet potato has been cultivated recently, which must be great for baking.
So after tidying up his desk, Yun Nie went out.
He whistled, calling over the little crane with much more luxuriant feathers, then rode on it and flew down to the foot of Yuehua Mountain.
Recently, with the encouragement of his master, he has learned a lot of roads. When he meets someone on the road, he can also tell which mountain the person is from based on the badge on his body.
This is great progress and is cause for celebration.
The little crane was much faster than he could run. In just two quarters of an hour, Yun Nie flew from Yuehua Mountain to Yantai Mountain and successfully got a bag of fresh sweet potatoes.
When flying back, it suddenly stopped halfway.
I turned a corner to get some meals.
It was almost past mealtime, and there were few people in the cafeteria. The senior brother serving food smiled when he saw him and asked, "How many more do you want to take back?"
Yun Nie stretched out a hand: "Six portions!"
Ever since his master stopped helping him get meals, Yun Nie started packing several meals at a time to avoid running down the mountain every day and wasting time accompanying his master.
Because of this, even the brothers who serve food know him.
After buying what he needed and leaving the cafeteria, Yun Nie looked up and suddenly found a group of people in front of him.
It just separated him from the little cranes pecking at grass seeds.
Yun Nie took a look silently and prepared to go around.
Unexpectedly, a monk surrounded by the crowd suddenly shouted: "Yun Nie!"
Yun Nie: “?”
The other party waved his hand, and everyone made way, and he strode over.
This was a young man who looked somewhat familiar. His cultivation was much higher than his own, but they were of the same generation, so he should be addressed as "senior brother". The emblem was from Luoying Mountain... Yun Nie quickly determined the other party's identity and was very puzzled.
He didn't know him, so how did he know him?
And he looked unhappy, as if he was looking for trouble.
"Are you Yun Nie, the villain who got into a powerful position and attacked my nephew from behind?!" The man came in with an aggressive look, raised his finger and pointed, and started to accuse him of a series of crimes.
Yun Nie looked at him, and as he looked, he suddenly realized.
I finally understood why I felt that the other person looked familiar. His appearance, aura and posture were very similar to Qu Yu who was knocked unconscious by me before.
So Yun Nie shook his head and said, "I didn't attack from behind."
The visitor looked unconvinced.
Yunnie explained: "I fought in front of him."
Visitor: “…”
Everyone was whispering, sometimes with laughter: "No way, his cultivation doesn't look very high, how can he defeat Senior Brother Xiaoqu?"
"A sneak attack? Does a frontal attack count as a sneak attack?"
"It's definitely not that simple!"
Qu Yu's uncle, Tang Xian, became increasingly angry: "Don't quibble. I've heard from Yu'er that you are not as simple as you appear! You play the pig to eat the tiger, pretend to be weak to gain sympathy and then attack when they are not prepared. It is really shameful, hateful and extremely abominable!"
Yun Nie: “…”
Help, this is such a long sentence, how is he going to organize his words to refute?
However, before he could refute, Tang Xian raised his hands, made a hand gesture and used a magic formula, and a column of true energy formed and attacked him heavily.
Yun Nie only had time to put up a layer of defense before he was violently knocked backwards by an attack that was an entire realm lower than his.
Yun Nie fell to the ground and slid. As soon as he stopped, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He raised his hand to wipe off the blood, slowly sat up, held his chest and did not move.
One rib must be broken, but everything else is fine.
Yun Nie glanced at Tang Xian and silently thought of a countermeasure.
The gap is too big. If we compete in cultivation, we will definitely not win. Unless the opponent approaches and gives up defense... Not very realistic. Or use magic weapons to randomly injure people and create chaos? Well, Master said that we can't injure people randomly.
Tang Xian, who was about to launch his second move, stood there in a daze.
This, this is too weak, right?
He was so weak that he felt a little guilty.
Especially the exclamations of the crowd, and the looks that seemed to question his bullying of the weak.
Tang Xian was almost furious.
He looked at Yun Nie and wondered what to do. How could he fight?
Yun Nie looked at him and wondered what to do. Will he continue to fight?
Fortunately, someone rushed out from a distance and broke the embarrassing stalemate.
Qu Yu, with a look of despair on his face, rushed over and tried to drag Tang Xian away: "Uncle, what are you doing? Who told you to hit him?!"
Tang Xian was also very angry and held Qu Yu down, "Don't be afraid, Yu'er. I will help you teach him a lesson."
Qu Yu was so angry that he wanted to step on him: "I don't need it!"
Tang Xian was confused: "Didn't you say that he was hiding very well and had problems, and attacked you from behind? Since you can't beat him, then I'm here to ask for your advice."
Qu Yu: “…”
Help! How should I tell my uncle that I just felt embarrassed to be knocked unconscious by someone with lower cultivation than me, so I exaggerated a little when he came to check on him, and made Yun Nie sound a little darker and more disabled, in order to save my face.
I clearly said I would take care of it, so why is my uncle still causing trouble for me?
Isn't it more embarrassing when the elders pick a fight with the kids?
He was so angry that he said, "I'm not a child anymore. You don't have to bother me!"
Tang Xian snorted coldly and looked at Yun Nie. In fact, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. He knew that something went wrong. Yun Nie was really weak and not pretending to be weak.
But he didn't have the nerve to admit that he was wrong: "This boy is really very scheming!"
Qu Yu blushed: "Shut up!"
Tang Xian: “Hehehe.” He raised his chin to show his arrogance.
Qu Yu: "You should leave now!" He was too ashamed to face his fellow disciples.
Tang Xian also felt that it was about time to retreat. He should let his nephew bear the shame alone, since he had not explained it clearly anyway.
As a result, a voice came before him and stopped him.
"Leave? Where are you going? You want to just walk away after hurting my disciple?!"
The voice was beautiful and mellow, and was originally very pleasant to hear, but at this moment it contained anger, which made people feel fear when they heard it.
A powerful pressure descended from the sky, and everyone fell to their knees on the ground.
Before his consciousness could react, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Except Yunnie.
He was sitting, and the pressure deliberately avoided him.
Everyone was sweating coldly, especially Tang Xian and Qu Yu, whose faces were pale. Their suppressed hearts were beating wildly and they didn't even dare to raise their heads.
Only Yun Nie looked up with surprise: "Master..."
The person who came was naturally Yun Nie’s good master, Yuehua Immortal Lord Sang Yue.
He wrapped his long sleeves around Yun Nie and held him in his arms. After checking his injuries, his stern expression softened a little.
The pressure eased, causing everyone on the ground to breathe a sigh of relief.
Sang Yue put out a large chair, sat on it, pointed casually, and asked in a cold voice: "Come here, tell me what happened."
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