Chapter 1973

The middle-aged scholars were not happy in their heart, so their words were biased. But the little girl didn't accept his words and retorted: "Dad, didn't you say that there are talented people in the world? Why do you say no now? "

"There's nothing here. I mean there's nothing here. Go back to your room." The middle-aged scholar impatiently drove his daughter away.

Ning fan looks at the little girl and is surprised. The little girl's physique can be called Huizhi Lanxin. It's a very rare exquisite body. It's strange that she didn't find it when she scanned with her heart.

He scanned the situation of the inner room carefully again, and was surprised to find that the inner room seemed to be covered by some power, which made it unreal. In this ordinary small world, it's incredible that something can stop his mind.

Unconvinced, Ning fan scanned again and finally found a plaque on the lintel of the inner room with the word "Jielu" written on it. Obviously, it should not be hung there according to the literal meaning, but it did. Looking closely, he found that the two characters were very special, very different from the style of middle-aged literati. The plaque was later, but the age of the characters should be very long.

"I don't know. I want to see my father write." The little girl pursed her lips. It seems that she is usually very popular.

But this time, the middle-aged scribe was inexplicably upset, and he couldn't help getting angry with his baby daughter: "I really don't understand. I'm angry if I don't go back to the house. There are outsiders here. What's a girl doing out of the house?"

Ning fan can't help but say: "the literati cultivates his mind. You need to improve your mood. You can't yell at children in the future. Besides, your daughter is so lovely. How can you have the heart to yell at her?"

The middle-aged scribe was even more embarrassed and angry, and said: "I yell at my own daughter. It's none of your business. You're really baffling and meddling! Come on, I don't welcome you here! Let's go

Ning fan shook his head: "although it's your daughter, she's very special, but she can't be destroyed in your hands." Then, ignoring the middle-aged scholar, he turned to squat down and said to the little girl, "if you like, I'll take you to meet the world expert. Can you believe me?"

The little girl was a little afraid. She stared at him with big eyes and looked at her father with a guilty heart from time to time. She seemed to want to agree, but she was so afraid that she didn't speak.

"Fart, what are you talking about? How can you fool the little girl? You are making trouble out of nothing. If you don't leave, I'll report to the official!" The middle-aged literati was so angry that he stormed out and pushed Ning fan out.

Ning fan, of course, is not what he can promote. Ning fan winks at the little girl, and at the same time sends a voice to her, so that she can feel the means of a world expert. He really does not cheat the little girl, but has a heart of love.

With Ning fan's eyes, of course, you can see that as long as you cultivate well, this little girl will have a bright future in the future. As for the middle-aged literati, Ning fan's mind will not really care. The little girl is the little girl, he is him. Ning fan is very clear about this and will not be confused.

"Ah --" after receiving his voice, the little girl was suddenly surprised and widened her eyes. Originally, her eyes were very big. It was like seeing a ghost, but more than fear, she was surprised and even surprised.

She couldn't figure out how a villain could talk in her head, and when she closed her eyes, she seemed to be able to see that villain, Ning fan. It was really strange and incredible.

In this way, she was completely captured by Ning fan. When she recovered, she immediately blinked back to Ning fan, which means that she has understood and expressed the idea of meeting the world's experts.

But now is definitely not the time, so Ning fan again, and then the little girl wilfully back to the inner room. He left a middle-aged man of letters in a daze, but seeing his daughter compromise, his face looked a little better.

"Why don't you go yet?" The middle-aged man of letters cheered angrily.

"There's no reason to rush customers when opening the door to do business." Ning fan shook his head in a funny way. "I want to discuss one thing with you. I want to take your daughter as an apprentice and let her follow me to practice."

When the middle-aged scholar heard this, he was furious again. He almost didn't jump up and pointed to Ning fan's nose, but he also took up the thickest brush and tried to poke Ning fan: "if you don't go, I'll be rude!"

Ning fan smiles, reaches out his hand and presses him so hard that he can't move. Then he goes up and takes the brush in his hand, dips in some ink again, takes a brand new piece of Xuan paper and writes a few lines.

For the first time, jin'er saw him writing. He came over curiously and saw that it was written: "Tao is not Tao, not Tao. There are thousands of ways to practice. Only when you sincerely follow the Tao, you can achieve it."

He waved at will and didn't have any special meaning, but after he finished writing, he found that it was still a little interesting, so he didn't tear it off. The word is not so good, but the meaning between the lines can not be higher. Ning fan himself looked, in the heart also feel very good, so stay on the table.

"I have no chance with you, but I have a chance with your daughter. She should know better than you if I leave this word to her." Ning fan turns his mouth, loosens the forbidden technique of blessing, and then takes Jin Er away.

He didn't have to use force to force the middle-aged literati to agree. He believed that the little girl would make the right choice. Don't look at the little girl, but the understanding is very high, and the courage is also very big, Ning fan believes that he can't read wrong.

After Ning fan left, the middle-aged scholar stood in the same place for a long time before he came back to himself. He already knew that Ning fan was a real monk, otherwise he would not be fixed there. Fortunately, Ning fan didn't embarrass him, just a little punishment.

"Maybe I was too impulsive to miss this chance." The middle-aged literati laughed bitterly, then walked to the desk.

When he saw the ink treasure left by Ning fan, he first sneered at it. Then when he was ready to throw the words aside, he felt as if he had missed something, so he came back to observe it again. His calligraphy attainments are not low. The more he looks at them, the more surprised he is. He can see the artistic conception of Ning fan's characters, which is very high.

"Fierce, although the writing is ordinary, the artistic conception is so high that I can't even compare with it." The middle-aged man of letters muttered to himself that he didn't care to admit his shortcomings when there was no one around him. No one heard him anyway.

But then a voice rang out: "is it true, Dad, you will admit that you are inferior to him!" It's his baby daughter's voice. I don't know when she came here.

The middle-aged scholar was angry and funny. He patted her on the head: "you are really not sensible, who let you out!"

"My grandmother told me to come out." The small wench rightfully returns a way.