There was a wind blowing outside, and the snowflakes were blown by the strong wind and hit the window paper, rustling from time to time.
At the beginning, when Xiaodong found out that the weather in Beifu was so cold, he was worried that the Moyan would not be able to write, but when he got used to it, he didn't find it too difficult.
Mo Chen picked up the characters he had written and looked at them, picked up the pen and circled a word "Jian" and a word "Yue".
"One more page for each."
Xiaodong complied obediently, laid out another sheet of paper, picked up the pen, and practiced calligraphy according to the handwriting that the elder brother had copied for him.
Xiaodong's foundation was not good before, and he could read a lot of characters, but he couldn't write well. When I pick up a pen, I always feel that this little pen is heavier than a sword, and it is more difficult to use, but it just doesn't work. The words written are big and small, and the strokes are thick and thin. Once dipped in ink, it is easy to dip too much, and the handwriting becomes a big ink blob. But while writing, I would forget to dip the ink, the ink on the pen was gone, and of course the words could not be written.
After entering the sect, the big brother taught me hand in hand, which is much better than what I wrote before. Characters with upper and lower structures and characters with left and right structures are all well written, but others are not. For example, Jian and Yue, the words he wrote are like people who are not standing firmly on the paper, always falling to one side.
But senior brother's handwriting is particularly beautiful, slender, tall and straight, with a strong character. They all say that their words are like their own, and there is nothing the big brother is not good at. He is not very old, but he is no weaker than others in everything.
"Let's rest after writing these two pages."
Xiaodong smiled: "Okay."
The elder brother is always strict with him, but his heart will soften in a quarter of an hour.
However, Xiaodong can't be perfunctory in writing, and writes stroke by stroke very seriously.
Someone came outside, Mo Chen got up to greet him.
The person who came had a very low voice, and as soon as the door was opened, the north wind from outside poured straight into the house. Xiaodong was busy pressing down the corner of the paper with a paperweight, and missed a few words.
"... Senior brother please go and have a look."
Mo Chen nodded and said, "That's fine." He told Xiaodong: "It's cold outside, don't go out."
Xiaodong responded, and took a look with his head.
The person who came to invite the elder brother was an outer disciple named Tong. Xiaodong was not very familiar with the outer disciples, except of course Zhai Wenhui.
On the way from Huiliu Mountain to Beifu City, everyone walked together and shared the same room, which is more familiar than when we were on the mountain.
But this Tong Hao was an exception. This person is out of gregariousness, Xiaodong hardly remembers what he said. I don't know why he came to see senior brother right now? It should not be this time to ask for advice on exercises.
But judging by the appearance of the elder brother, there should be nothing wrong.
Xiaodong wrote more than half a page of Jianzi, and repeated it too many times. For some reason, not only did he not feel that he was getting more proficient, but he felt that the word became very strange, and he didn't know how to write it when he picked up the pen.
The handwriting is also bad.
The more he looked at it, the more dissatisfied he was, he threw the half-written piece of paper aside, and laid out another sheet to rewrite. But there are enough paper tubes, which are already cut and ready to use, but there is not much ink. He picked up the ink stick and rubbed the ink slowly.
A gust of cold wind came from nowhere, Xiaodong lowered his head and gathered up his clothes, suddenly turned his hands backwards, and poured out a pool of ink behind him, even the inkstone.
The inkstone didn't hit anyone, but it was hard to avoid all the splashed ink.
The person who sneaked into the room at some point was blocked by the ink, and although the sword did not change, it slashed on the table with a thud.
Xiaodong, who got under the table at the same time as he threw the inkstone, heard a click on the table, and it split in two. The face of the man holding the sword was tightly covered, with only two eyes exposed.
Xiaodong blurted out: "Brother Chen!"
The person who was about to stab down with the second sword froze when he heard the sound.
Xiaodong opened his eyes wide in shock.
That's right, it's him!
The person who sneaked in to kill in the middle of the night was Chen Jingzhi! Although his face was covered, his eyes Xiaodong remembered very clearly.
Those gloomy eyes, always filled with unquenchable hatred.
Xiaodong scrambled to escape from under the knocked down desk.
Having seen through his identity, Senior Brother Chen's voice also reminded Chen Jingzhi of those days spent in Huiliu Mountain.
Compared with the past in Chen's family, Huiliushan's life is one of the few comfortable and peaceful lives for him.
Master, brother and sister...
These weak emotions just disappeared in a flash, and the killing intent returned to his eyes.
"I didn't expect to be recognized by you," he said in a low voice, which didn't sound too vicious: "That's good, in case you die and become a fool, and you will remember who killed you when you go to hell."
Before he finished speaking, a cloud of black mist suddenly exploded in front of his eyes, and a pungent and rancid smell hit his face.
Chen Jingzhi immediately held his breath, and waved his hand forward, the sword wind split the ink mist from it.
The eyes are slightly stinging and then itchy! I tried to open my eyes again, but there were bursts of blackness in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see clearly.
This black mist is poisonous!
Chen Jingzhi never imagined that the seemingly incompetent and naive Yun Xiaodong would have the ability to use poison.
Xiaodong fanned hard twice again, and more black mist sprayed out from the fan handle, almost covering Chen Jingzhi's entire body.
That's right, what Xiaodong held was an iron fan.
It was the unreliable meeting gift given by real Fang Yuwenfang when he came last time. Senior brother Jiang was given the crutch that can inject poisonous needles, and Xiaodong was given this iron fan as a meeting gift because of his small stature and weak strength.
Since the origin of this gift is unknown, and the crutches can spray poisonous needles, Mo Chen is not at ease with Xiaodong's fan, so he took it to examine carefully, and sure enough, there are organs on this fan. Press and hold the protrusion on the fan handle that looks like a fan shaft, and the poisonous smoke can be sprayed out.
With such a dangerous thing, Mo Chen didn't intend to keep Xiaodong by his side, for fear of accidentally hurting him. As a result, Xiaodong had never seen such a thing before and was curious, so he was not willing to let him throw it away, so he temporarily put the fan in a drawer under the table. There are so many things these days, Xiaodong almost forgot about the fan. Just now when Chen Jingzhi cut the table with his sword, the fan fell out, and it just fell by Xiaodong's hand.
He put his sword in another room before writing, and now he has no weapons at hand.
In fact, even with his saber in hand, Xiaodong is no match for Chen Jingzhi. But this fan is different, Chen Jingzhi is by no means a clumsy and careless person, but he never expected Xiaodong to be able to use poison!
The room was filled with poisonous smoke, Chen Jingzhi's eyes were red, and the sword in his hand repeatedly hacked, stabbed and slashed, causing Xiaodong to dodge all of them.
Chen Jingzhi understood that he was the only one whose eyes were poisoned, Xiaodong was not affected in any way, otherwise how could he dodge so quickly
He was right.
Xiaodong himself had just thought of this.
Xiaodong has the anti-drug pill given by Ji Zhenren on his body, and the poisonous smoke has no effect on him.
Not only did Chen Jingzhi's eyes hurt, but his breathing became heavy. Even so, he still didn't give up the idea of killing Xiaodong.
Today's timing is the most suitable. If he can't kill him today, Huiliu Mountain will be prepared in the future, and he may not have such a good chance again!
He quickly stuffed a pill into his mouth and held his breath to exercise.
But the best time has passed, Xiaodong's broken cry has been spread far away in the wind and snow.
Immediately came Jiang Fan's response from the next door.
"Little brother!"
Linglong lived further away than Jiang Fan, but she moved the fastest. When Jiang Fan made a sound, she had jumped over several courtyard walls, put her feet on the top of the wall, and broke through the window.
The bright sword light was like a broken silver bottle, Linglong flew towards Chen Jingzhi, and Jiang Fan, who moved a little slower than her, had already protected Xiaodong behind her.
Xiaodong hurriedly said, "Be careful of the poisonous smoke!"
Just now he used poisonous smoke to defend himself in a panic, but Chen Jingzhi was caught without warning. But Senior Sister Linglong didn't have a poison pill on her body either!
Chen Jingzhi has no desire to fight.
He may not be able to defeat Jiang Fan alone, let alone Linglong, a lunatic!
He turned backwards and jumped out from the window sash on the other wall. Linglong followed closely, and the two of them disappeared in the snowstorm outside the window in an instant.
Jiang Fan's sleeves spread out, like two big wings, filled with energy, the north wind with snowflakes whistling into the room through the broken window, and the poisonous smoke in the room was immediately dispersed.
"Are you OK?"
Xiaodong was still in shock: "I didn't..."
Holding his arm, Jiang Fan turned Xiaodong back and forth, carefully inspecting Xiaodong from head to toe, and he was relieved to make sure that he was not injured.
"Senior Brother Jiang, don't worry about me, go and help!" Xiaodong was afraid that Linglong alone would not be Chen Jingzhi's opponent.
"Eldest brother must have rushed over." Jiang Fan spoke quickly: "Chen Jingzhi wants to kill you?"
Xiaodong nodded in panic: "Eldest senior brother went out just now, and I suddenly felt something was wrong in the middle of writing..."
He didn't hear any sound.
Chen Jingzhi's cultivation was far superior to his, and he didn't make a sound when he sneaked into the house.
But Xiaodong suddenly felt a warning sign.
He couldn't describe that feeling, it was like being pricked by a needle in the back of his neck, and that feeling instantly made his whole body tense up.
somebody is coming.
Danger loomed.
Without even thinking about it, he threw the inkstone backwards, and at the same time ducked under the table.
If he didn't have that premonition of danger just now, or if he reacted slowly, I'm afraid he is now the soul of Chen Jingzhi's sword.
"Master hasn't come back yet, and Ji Zhenzhen has gone out..." Jiang Fan frowned.
What a coincidence that Chen Jingzhi picked up this opportunity.
No, maybe he has been staring at this place all the time, and he saw that Li Fulin and Ji Zhenren were not there before he took advantage of it.
Otherwise, if both Master and Ji Zhenren were present, he would never be able to take advantage of this gap.
Chen Jingzhi's goal is very clear, he came here to kill Xiaodong.
Jiang Fan looked at the severed table and had no doubts about this.
Although Xiaodong was not hurt by him, a long cut was cut on the clothes on his back, which shows how critical the situation was at that time.
Why did he kill Xiaodong? Why do you want to do such a cruel thing to your former classmates
Looking at the wind and snow outside the window, Jiang Fan was filled with resentment and confusion. (to be continued)