After the lightning struck, Li Ruyu was in a state of slump.

Aunt Zhou's family was about to rebel, and the old sow was humming and almost reached the estrus period, so she had to go back to clean up, leaving Xiaoxiao to accompany Li Ruyu and Master.

Li Ruyu went to the backyard for some abdominal pain.

Xiaoxiao picked up the broken paper that the Master had thrown aside casually, looked at half of the word "lan" and said innocently and childlessly, blurted out, "Teacher, the four prefaces of Lanting Collection written by Brother Yu before are really amazing. Comparing your words with him, shit!"

Who is Master Li?

The pride is still there, but recently he is proud and regained.

How can I save face if I was scolded by the closed disciples so much?

Suddenly, he became crazy and said angrily: "Then you have never seen the original works of Master!"

The word left hand cannot be counted.

Xiaoxiao didn't know the truth. He tilted his head when he heard this, and felt a little disdainful, "Tsk, how true can it be."

If it were in the past, Xiaoxiao would have longed for the Master's original works, but if you had seen Huangshan, would you still have any expectations for the nameless hill in your hometown?

This is true for pissing.

Of course, the gap between Master and Wang Xizhi is not so big.

A few days ago, Li Ruyu killed Sun Waihuman, and the master asked Xiaoxiao to come with a stick. If Li Ruyu was defeated, he would hold the stick like a sword.

The Master of the present is finally no longer the Master of the Daliang who is walking on the cold ice and afraid of the thunder falling from the clear sky.

Li Qinglian of the Tang Dynasty gradually recovered.

Although it was a joke and the Master was not a narrow-minded person, his small words were still like a sword stabbed in his heart. His calligraphy skills were indeed not as good as Wang Xizhi, but he would not have fallen into such a disastrous situation.

He raised his eyebrows and laughed wildly, with his big sleeves floating, "I'll let you see it!"

The little eyes lit up.

I didn't know that the sky and the earth helped me get paper, pen, ink and ink for the Master to grind ink. In less than half a moment, the ink was good.

The Master held the pen and splashed ink, and the pen on the snow-white paper was like a dragon and a snake.

Completed in one go.

Four characters, preface to the Lanting Collection.

A terrified voice suddenly appeared next to him: "Teacher?!"

Master Li looked at Li Ruyu, "Hmm?"

The two of them looked at the roof at the same time, thinking that there would be thunder in the clear sky or that there would be thunder directly struck.

The Master splashed ink and held the pen in his right hand.

However……

The world is very quiet.

Li Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief.

The Master was in a complicated mood and embarrassed, but more of it was hit hard. He said Li Ruyu understood the little confused words, "This is embarrassing. At least you can also make a few thunder rolls!"

The Master looked depressed, and felt that his calligraphy was not worthy of being shocked in the world of Daliang.

Xiaoxiao looked at the paper at this time, her eyebrows were as bright as the moon, and she finished it mercilessly, "Yoyo, Master's handwriting is really good, but it's still far from what Yu Geer wrote... Well, it's probably the difference between me and Master."

Master Li almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Zhou Xiaoxiao, you did it on purpose - when did this girl become so cruel to others? I think you should be Zhou Xiaodao!

But looking at Li Ruyu's admiration in his little eyes, I felt a little better.

In her eyes, Li Ruyu had achieved a little, but she was obviously better than herself. In the eyes of her lover, Xi Shi was so delicious even if she farted... This bowl of tactful dog food made people feel very unhappy.

Of course, what Master minds most is why he doesn’t even have a thunder.

Is my Li Qinglian's handwriting really so unbearable?

Not convinced!

Capitalized not convinced!

But when I think of the saint of calligraphy in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Master Li was very depressed and he had to accept it even if he didn't accept it...

Waving his hand, he said unhappily: "You fish will go to the stick!"

Xiaoxiao said angrily: "Master, you are taking revenge on your own!"

The Master laughed, looking like you could do anything to me, "Don't be terrible." He stuffed his pen into her hand, "Practice writing, one thousand words before dark, you can't finish writing, you are not allowed to eat."

He left with his hands behind his back, but as he walked, he couldn't help but look up at the sky and said something that was inconsistent with the identity of a scholar, "What about the idiot!"

Why not fall into lightning?

I have been practicing the word "left hand" for ten years, and I am extremely sad...

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The next morning, it started to have black frost and was very cold.

Zhao Changyi got up leisurely, washed up, then found rice to make porridge, and cooked two eggs. Sun Widow's house stored a lot of grain, so there was no need to worry about these days.

Besides, I am not the rich and fertile children who can wear clothes and eat.

I was in trouble in the early years and after my only servant died of illness, I should not be too good at cooking and washing.

After breakfast, I went out.

Breathe in the cold air, and feel refreshed.

I slowly arrived at the east entrance of the village and saw Murong Tianhe and Huo Changyang, the elderly man, snuggling together, leaning against each other. The most beautiful thing is the sunset. The love in the world is roughly like this, just like the old man who quietly gave him candy food back then.

Zhao Changyi's heart was slightly warm.

I couldn't help but smile when I remembered the thorny little loli.

Decades later, you and I will do this too.

Hold hands and share the old hair.

After getting closer, Zhao Changyi was about to speak, then he was frozen and then smiled bitterly.

Why bother?

Murong Tianhe held Huo Changyang's hand, and Huo Changyang leaned on his shoulder.

Both of them were wearing new clothes. The frost that was originally neatly combed was messy and was stained with a lot of moisture at night. The tiny ice residue condensed when the frost was over, shining with crystal light.

The crystal head is like a crown.

It reminds people of the King and Queen of the Great Yan who was annihilated in the years.

The two of them had purple and blue faces, black blood turned into black ice at the corners of their lips, but their expressions were peaceful, as if they had just fallen asleep.

Has been dead for a long time.

Zhao Changyi stood there, as if he had seen the death of the old couple back then.

Those humble years and the humble Zhao Changyi who grew up living and grew up are also slowly moving away. I don’t know how many years will it be completely forgotten?

He opened his mouth but said nothing, sighing deeply, why bother?

I have killed Zhu Qi, but you are holding hands to watch the sunset slowly die.

What is the meaning of killing Zhu Qi?

Only one favor left for that husband...

Zhao Changyi sighed, took out a chair from the room, sat beside the two old men, grabbed Huo Changyang's clothes, and said in a lingering manner, actually, I understand, death is just that, who will never die in life?

But there are some things that you have to do before you die. No matter how desolate, tragic, or a small and humble death, it must be meaningful, right?

Zhao Changyi talked for a long time.

All about the affairs in the capital.

This time it was him who said that the two old men did not speak or heard of them.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Changyi stood up in a loss.

No other old man wants to hear his own noise.

Zhao Changyi looked up at the sky.

Close your eyes.

He murmured, "Give up?"

After a moment, I opened my eyes and looked at the blue sky, and flames jumped in my eyes.

The flame of power desire.

From now on, Zhao Changyi's heart will no longer be soft.

After finding a few people, although everyone could see at first sight that the two old men died of poisoning, no one suspected that they were Zhao Changyi's murder. Why did they need so many twists and turns to send people to capture the untouchables?

It was just that after learning about the death of the second gangster, the two old men lost their son and died of their descendants and swallowed the poison in their lives.

In the place where the mountains and waters are behind the mountains, the graves were dug for the two old men. Fortunately, the old men all had shrines and had no relatives in front of them, so they were buried on the same day and were buried in peace.

Seeing Zhao Changyi busy the funeral, the villagers had more or less good impression of this servant.

Young people who are filial to the elderly think they will not have bad character.

The last piece of loess was covered with symbolic stones. The war was gone and everything returned to the dust.

The last tragic song of the Great Yan Dynasty ended here.

There is no more Murong in the world.
Chapter completed!