Chapter 162

There was a wind outside, and the snow was caught on the window paper, rustling from time to time.

At first, he found that the weather in Beifu was so cold that Xiaodong was worried that he couldn't write. When he got used to it, he didn't find it hard.

Mo Chen picked up his handwriting and looked at it. He picked up the pen and circled the word "Jian" and "Yue".

"One more page for each."

Xiaodong was obedient and laid a piece of paper again. He picked up his pen and practiced calligraphy according to the stickers copied by his elder martial brother.

Before Xiaodong, he had a bad foundation and could recognize many words, but his writing was not good. When I picked up the pen, I always felt that this small pen was heavier and harder to use than the sword, but I didn't listen to it. The characters are big or small, the strokes are thick and thin. Once dipped in ink, it is easy to dip more, and the handwriting becomes a big ink ball. But when you write, you will forget to dip in ink. The ink on the pen is gone, and of course, the words can't be written.

After entering the sect, the master taught much better than what he had written before. The characters in the upper and lower structures and the left and right structures are well written, while the others are not. For example, this Jian, and Yue, the characters he wrote were like a person who did not stand firmly on the paper, always leaning to one side.

But elder martial brother's words are particularly good-looking, slender, straight, upright and upright. If you speak like a man, there's nothing wrong with him. He is not old, but he is no weaker than others.

"Finish these two pages and rest."

Xiaodong a smile: "good."

The elder martial brother is always strict with him, but he will be soft hearted in a quarter of an hour.

However, Xiaodong's writing is not perfunctory, and he is very careful.

Someone came outside. Mo Chen got up to meet him.

The voice of the man coming was very low. As soon as he opened the door, the north wind was pouring into the room. Xiaodong was busy pressing the corner of the paper with a paperweight and missed two sentences.

“…… Please go and have a look

Mo Chen nods to say: "also good." He told Xiaodong: "it's cold outside. Don't go out."

Xiao Dong answered and looked at it.

The one who came to invite the elder martial brother was a disciple of the outside family surnamed Tong. Xiaodong is not familiar with other disciples, except Zhai Wenhui.

On the way from Huihui mountain to beifucheng, we all stayed together, which was more familiar than when we were on the mountain.

But this Tong Hao is an exception. Xiaodong hardly remembered what he had said. I don't know what he's doing now? This is not the time to ask for advice.

But judging from the appearance of the elder martial brother, there should be nothing wrong.

Xiaodong wrote more than half a page of Jianzi, and repeated it many times. I don't know why. Instead, she doesn't feel more and more proficient. On the contrary, she feels that this word has become very strange. She even doesn't know how to write it when she raises her pen.

The handwriting is not good.

The more he looked at it, the more dissatisfied he was. He threw the half written piece of paper aside and spread another one to rewrite it. But the paper tube is enough, are already cut ready to use, ink is not much. He picked up the ink bar again to slowly grind the ink,.

I don't know where the cold wind comes from. Xiaodong lowers his head and closes his lapels. Suddenly, his hands turn back, and a pool of ink is poured out towards his back. Even the inkstone is also smashed out.

Inkstone didn't hit anyone, but the splashing ink was hard to avoid.

I don't know when the person who sneaked into the room was blocked by ink. Although the sword's momentum was not changed, it was chopped on the table.

Throwing out the inkstone at the same time to drill into the table under the Xiaodong, heard the table top click a sound, split in two from the middle. The sword holder's face was covered and only two eyes were exposed.

Xiaodong blurted out: "elder martial brother Chen!"

The man who was about to be stabbed by the second sword froze at the sound.

Xiaodong opened his eyes in amazement.

It can't be wrong, it's him!

The man who sneaked in to kill in the middle of the night is Chen Jingzhi! Although his face was covered, his eyes were very clear.

Those gloomy eyes, always with eternal hatred.

Xiaodong runs away from the table and desk.

When he saw through his identity, elder martial brother Chen also reminded Chen Jingzhi of those days spent in Huihui mountain.

Compared with the past in the Chen family, the life in Huishan is one of his few comfortable and peaceful lives.

Master, elder martial brother and elder sister

These weak emotions just flashed away, and the killing intention returned to his eyes.

"I didn't expect to be recognized by you," he said in a low voice, but it didn't sound so vicious: "it's good that you don't have to be a muddle headed ghost when you die, and remember who killed you when you're dead."

Before the words fell, suddenly a black fog burst out in front of his eyes, and a pungent and putrid smell came upon his face.

Chen Jingzhi immediately closed his breath and waved his hand forward. The sword wind split the ink mist from it.

Eyes slightly prick, followed by a numb itch! I tried to open my eyes again, but I couldn't see clearly.This black fog is poisonous!

Chen Jingzhi never thought that the seemingly incompetent and naive Yun Xiaodong had the means to poison.

Xiaodong fan twice more, more black fog from the fan handle, almost enveloped Chen Jingzhi.

Yes, Xiaodong holds an iron fan in his hand.

It was the unreliable meeting gift given by Fang Yuwen when he came last time. The stick that can spray poison needle is given to elder martial brother Jiang. Because Xiaodong is small and small, he is given this iron fan as a gift.

Since the origin of this gift is unknown, and all crutches can spray poison needles, Mo Chen is not at ease. Take this fan that Xiaodong got. Take a closer look at it. Sure enough, there is a mechanism on this fan. Press and hold the protuberance of the fan handle that looks like the fan shaft, and you can spray poisonous smoke out.

Mo Chen didn't intend to let Xiaodong stay with him for fear of hurting him accidentally. As a result, Xiaodong didn't see this kind of thing very much. He was not willing to let him throw it away. The fan was temporarily placed in the drawer under the table. There are so many things these days that Xiaodong almost forgot the fan. Just now Chen Jingzhi cut off the table with a sword, and the fan fell out. Just now it fell to Xiaodong's hand.

He left his saber in another room before he wrote, and now he has no weapons at hand.

In fact, even if his sword is in his hand, Xiaodong is not Chen Jingzhi's opponent. But this fan is not the same. Chen Jingzhi is not a careless person, but he never expected that Xiaodong could use poison!

The room was filled with poisonous smoke. Chen Jingzhi's eyes were red, and the sword in his hand stabbed and slashed repeatedly, which made Xiaodong hide.

Chen Jingzhi understood that it was only himself who was injured by the poison in his eyes, and Xiaodong was not affected. Otherwise, how could he hide so quickly?

He was right.

Xiaodong has just thought of this.

Xiaodong has a PI Du pill given by Ji Zhenren, which has no effect on him.

Chen Jingzhi's eyes were tingling and his breath was heavy. Even so, he did not give up the idea of killing Xiaodong.

Today is the most suitable time. If he can't be killed today, he may not have such a good chance again if he can't be killed today!

He quickly put a medicine into his mouth, holding his breath and exercising his work.

But the best time has passed, Xiao Dong broke the sound of the cry has been far away in the snow.

Jiang Fan's response immediately came from next door.

"Little brother!"

Linglong lived farther than Jiang Fan, but her action was the fastest. When Jiang fan made a sound, she had already jumped over several courtyard walls, with her feet on the top of the wall and broke into the window.

The light of the sword is like a silver vase breaking suddenly, and Linglong flies to Chen Jingzhi. Jiang Fan, who is slower than her, has already protected Xiaodong behind her.

Xiaodong said in a hurry: "be careful of the poisonous smoke!"

Just now he was flustered and used poison smoke to defend himself. Chen Jingzhi was not prepared and hit the target. But elder martial sister Linglong doesn't have poison pills!

Chen Jingzhi has no love for war.

Only Jiang Fan alone, he may not be able to defeat, not to mention Linglong this madman!

He turned back and jumped out of the window sash on the other side of the wall. Linglong kept up with him. Their bodies disappeared in the vast snow outside the window.

Jiang Fan's sleeves spread out, like two big wings, full of energy, the north wind with snow from the broken window hole whirring into the room, the house of poison smoke was immediately dispersed.

"Are you all right?"

Xiaodong was shocked: "I didn't..."

Jiang Fan held his arm and looked Xiaodong back and forth from head to foot. He was relieved to make sure that he was not injured.

"Elder martial brother Jiang, don't worry about me. Go and help Xiaodong is afraid that Linglong is not Chen Jingzhi's opponent.

"The elder martial brother must have gone." Jiang Fan spoke quickly: "Chen Jingzhi is going to kill you?"

Xiaodong nodded in dismay: "the elder martial brother went out just now, and I suddenly felt that something was wrong when I wrote half of it..."

He didn't hear anything.

Chen Jingzhi's accomplishments are far above him. When he sneaks into the house, he has no voice.

But suddenly, in the dawn of winter, there was a warning.

He couldn't say that feeling. It was like a stab in the back of the neck. It made him tense in an instant.

Someone's coming.

Danger looms.

He did not want to throw the inkstone backward, at the same time a short body to hide under the table.

If he didn't have that kind of premonition of danger just now, or his reaction was slow, I'm afraid that he is now the ghost of Chen Jingzhi.

"Master hasn't come back yet, and Ji Zhenren has gone out..." Jiang Fan frowned.

Chen Jingzhi's timing is too opportune.

No, maybe he's been staring at this place, and only when Li Fulin and Ji Zhenzhen are away can he take advantage of it.

Otherwise, master and Ji Zhenzhen have one, he will never take advantage of this vacancy.

Chen Jingzhi's goal is very clear. He came to kill Xiaodong.Jiang Fan looked at the broken desk and no longer doubted it.

Although Xiaodong was not hurt by him, there was a long cut in his clothes on his back. It can be seen that the situation was very critical at that time.

Why did he kill Xiaodong? Why do you want to deal with such a vicious hand under the same door in the past?

Looking out of the window, Jiang Fan was angry and confused.

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