The villain is always flirting with me

Chapter 33

At this moment, Lu Yunhua was standing in front of inner disciple Zhou Yao, holding the word "mountain" written by the young man in his hand, carefully looking through it.

Zhou Yao looked proud, and gently pressed his aching joint with his right hand.Although he is an inner sect disciple, no real person has accepted him as a direct disciple, so he can only study hard on his own.If Lu Yunhua hadn't stipulated that all disciples could listen to the morning class, he still doesn't know when he would be able to hear the real people's cultivation experience with his own ears.

He had no sleep last night, and insisted on finishing all ten pages. He only hoped that Lu Yunhua would pay more attention to him.

Gently put down the last piece of paper, Lu Yunhua whispered: "You can go back, you don't have to come to class again for a week."

Zhou Yao originally raised his head and was about to hear Lu Yunhua praise him, but when he heard these words suddenly, he was stunned.

Lu Yunhua didn't look at him, turned around and walked towards the next boy.

"Wait, real man..." Seeing that Lu Yunhua was about to go far away, Zhou Yao yelled suddenly, stepped forward and said, "My real man, I don't understand, I've obviously finished writing..."

Lu Yunhua paused slightly.He turned around, looked at Zhou Yao and said lightly: "You have finished writing, but your words on the last two sheets of paper were all hastily completed, with mixed aura and no 'mountain' potential at all. You are perfunctory in order to be able to attend the class At this point, it is important to know that learning is more important than being good, so you should go back and practice for a few more days."

Hearing this, Zhou Yao's eyes showed unwillingness, he was an ordinary inner disciple, without personal guidance from his master, now not being able to attend Lu Yunhua's class, to him, it was like a bolt from the blue.

Lu Yunhua turned around and took over the homework of another teenager.

Wang Shun handed in the homework tremblingly, his eyes carefully scanning the word "mountain" written by himself.He couldn't finish writing last night, so he asked the book boy to write some for him.Because he was worried about being discovered, he only asked the book boy to write a few strokes for him, and wrote the rest by himself. He thought he could hide the truth, but who expected Lu Yunhua to be so ruthless.

Seeing that Lu Yunhua was about to speak, Wang Shun didn't dare to look into Lu Yunhua's eyes, and lowered his head and grabbed his sleeve.

"This vertical, this horizontal, didn't you write it?"

When Wang Shun heard this, his face paled instantly, and he said in a panic, "I know I'm wrong, real man. My book boy wrote these strokes for me. I..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Yunhua flicked his sleeves lightly, interrupting his words.

"Go back, I said, if you don't write it yourself, you don't have to come to my class in the future."

Fang Qingyu raised his head abruptly, and it was his turn to be the next one.

At this moment, Changqingjian moved his body and said in a low voice: "Qingyu, don't be afraid, what did that person write just now, the strokes are not coherent, not as good as one ten-thousandth of our brush..."

"You... finished writing?" Lu Yunhua walked up to Fang Qingyu and asked in a low voice.

Fang Qingyu gave a soft "hmm", and before he could speak, the snow tissue paper in his arms was taken away.

Small voices of discussion came from around: "Impossible, Fang Qingyu finished writing? I just glanced roughly, and every word is as imposing as a mountain..."

Lu Yunhua quickly flipped through the pages, suddenly, his fingertips paused slightly and stopped on a word.

Fang Qingyu's whole heart was suspended, the words that Lu Yunhua typed were the first characters that the brush wrote for him.

Fang Qingyu's face remained unchanged, but her gaze was fixed on Lu Yunhua.

At this moment, Lu Yunhua's fingertips trembled slightly, and an indescribable expression appeared in his eyes.

After a long time, Lu Yunhua said slowly: "The writing...is very good."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in front of the hall silently looked at Fang Qingyu, with shocked expressions on their faces.

That's twenty sheets of paper, Fang Qingyu actually... really finished writing?

The Long Love Sword buzzed and trembled, feeling very happy in my heart.In fact, he also regretted a moment ago, especially when he saw Qingyu's embarrassing appearance, he regretted his willful behavior.

But for some reason, he just couldn't see Lu Yunhua making things difficult for Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu felt a little relieved, he didn't care if he could attend the class, after all, Shen Baixiao was also a rare cultivation genius, so he might not be weaker than Lu Yunhua in terms of understanding.What he was worried about was that Lu Yunhua would find out about the writing brush leaving the formation.

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that Lu Yunhua let Fang Qingyu go so easily, Zhou Yao took a step forward and said loudly: "I...I don't accept it! Fang Qingyu will never finish writing twenty... unless, unless he is on the spot Only when I write it out, I will be convinced!"

Hearing this, everyone sweated for Zhou Yao.Lu Yunhua praised Qingyu himself, but he dared to doubt that Qingyu didn't write it himself.

But even so, everyone looked at Qingyu with burning eyes.To be able to write twenty sheets of paper in one night, and every word is amazingly powerful, this Fang Qingyu's understanding is really scary.Everyone wanted to see what kind of strange trick he had, so that he could write the character "mountain" well.

Lu Yunhua raised his brows lightly, turned his head to look at Qingyu and said, "Since that's the case, you can write it for them to read. Just write a piece of paper in a stick of incense. Just treat it as a discussion between the same sect, so that they can thank them for their understanding."

Fang Qingyu: "..." This question is beyond the outline!

Changqingjian was stunned for a moment, and said weakly: "Qingyu, I'm sorry... who would have expected to write it on the spot..."

Fang Qingyu bit the bullet and took the pen. Of course he could write the word "mountain" well, but he wrote it very slowly. I believe Lu Yunhua will find out soon.

Fang Qingyu was like pouring oil on a hot ant for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Shen Baixiao's gaze sank slightly, and he suddenly took a step forward, standing behind Qingyu, wrapping his arms around Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu froze, and before she could react, Shen Baixiao grabbed her right hand.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, and the hall was silent for a while.

Shen Baixiao's face was calm, and with a movement of his slender fingers, he held Fang Qingyu's hand and began to sketch quickly.In just one breath, a mountain character jumped onto the paper.After a rough look, one can actually see the meaning of the ups and downs of the mountains from the mountain characters.

Shen Baixiao lowered his head, his eyes fell into Fang Qingyu's slightly dazed eyes, his hands tightened slightly, and he said in a low voice, "It's not difficult."

Fang Qingyu said "hmm", and the two of them wrote quietly. For a while, everyone around them seemed to be nothing.

As the characters of "mountain" appeared in the hall, everyone rubbed their eyes, unable to believe that Shen Baixiao had such skill.Not to mention twenty sheets of paper, even forty sheets are not a problem.

Soon, a piece of paper will be filled.

Shen Baixiao looked up at Lu Yunhua, and said in a low voice, "Really, this is written by 'hands'."

As soon as his words came out, everyone woke up from the shock.Just now they were all intimidated by Shen Baixiao's quick sketch, and they couldn't think of doubting it.

But at this moment, looking at the two writing with their hands clasped together, they couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.

If it is not written by hand, the pen is held in Fang Qingyu's hands...

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yao was so angry that his nose was crooked, and he yelled: "You... you... can you do this?"

Lu Yunhua frowned slightly, and the brilliance in his eyes flickered.

These two disciples were accepted by Zhou Tianlu, so he wanted to take care of them more.But now it seems... But it has to be beaten.

After thinking for a while, Lu Yunhua looked at Shen Baixiao, and a stern look flashed in his eyes: "You know, you have harmed him like this. If you pamper him today, his strength can only stand still. Could it be that you can protect him for the rest of your life?"

Shen Baixiao: "I can."

Lu Yunhua's lips trembled slightly, and he stared closely at Shen Baixiao's cold and calm face, as if he had lost all strength.

He raised his head, and his eyes fell on the brush that Fang Qingyu was holding tightly.

This is a writing brush made of green bamboo, very ordinary, it seems that it can be crushed with just a light pinch.

And many years ago, Lu Yunhua also had such a writing brush in his hand.

He was only twenty at that time, and although his cultivation was not as good as that of senior brother Yi Bieqing, he was extremely good at Dao Fu.The master asked him to choose a magic weapon, but he insisted on recognizing the ordinary writing brush in his hand as the magic weapon of fate.

The master looked at him, frowned and said: "Yunhua, this brush is too weak, how can it be used as a magic weapon. Can you protect him for the rest of your life?"

At that time, Lu Yunhua didn't think much of it, and casually replied "I can".

Time has passed and circumstances have changed, and we know that young promises are hard to keep forever.

A gust of fresh wind blew, making the gauze curtains in the hall fluctuate endlessly, and also blowing away all kinds of things from the past.

Lu Yunhua came back to his senses, his eyes fell on Qingyu and Shen Baixiao, his eyes revealed a look of sarcasm, but he didn't drive them away after all.

Lu Yunhua turned around and walked into the hall, raised his hand, and began to draw another character.

The teenagers immediately forgot about the matter just now, and stared intently at Lu Yunhua's every move, wishing to engrave every subtle movement into their minds.

Shen Baixiao watched quietly, and soon realized that Lu Yunhua wrote the character "海".As soon as he thought about it, a way to deal with it appeared in his mind.

Thinking of the sarcasm in Lu Yunhua's eyes, Shen Baixiao frowned slightly, feeling a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

Soon, after Lu Yunhua finished writing, huge waves swept across the sky and land, making Shen Baixiao's strength collapse instantly.

He raised his head and looked around, and saw that although the other teenagers were pale, they still responded with restraint, and he knew in his heart that Lu Yunhua deliberately increased the "momentum" on him and Qingyu.

The pain came madly, Shen Baixiao clenched his teeth, every inch of flesh and blood under his clothes trembled, but his pupils were still filled with terrifying calmness.

Shen Baixiao originally planned to write the word "fish" in Qingyu's hand, and use the power of "fish" to let Qingyu swim freely in the sea.But this time, with only Qingyu's ability, she might get lost in the rolling tide.

Thinking of this, Shen Baixiao withdrew his outstretched hand.

Lu Yunhua had been watching them quietly, but at this moment there was a look of ridicule in his eyes.Shen Baixiao and the others were still too naive, they didn't know that when the real storm came, it was difficult for them to protect themselves.

At this moment, Shen Baixiao didn't care about Shang Qingyu, so he could only separate and resist?

However, at the next moment, Shen Baixiao's movements made Lu Yunhua's figure tremble slightly, he even lifted most of his body from the chair, staring closely at the movements in Shen Baixiao's hands.

Shen Baixiao wrote "boat" in his hand.

With my flesh and blood, I will ferry you to the shore.

From then on, the wind and waves in the world have been isolated by me.

Lu Yunhua took a deep breath, he could see that every part of Shen Baixiao's flesh and blood was trembling slightly, and he was enduring the monstrous storm with all his strength.

Lu Yunhua moved his fingertips lightly, feeling a little unbearable in his heart, he raised his hand, wanting to slightly reduce the force of the sea.The hand that could be stretched out was stopped abruptly.

Some things have to be experienced, and you can make a decision after experiencing it.

Lu Yunhua raised his head, the unbearable look in his eyes was completely extinguished, and he made the storm a little more with his backhand.

Under the great pain, Shen Baixiao's vision was somewhat blurred, but his vision suddenly caught a pair of hands clearly.

It was Fang Qingyu's hand.

Fang Qingyu was panting violently, but her hands kept moving.His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the strokes and strokes he had written.

Sweat rolled from his forehead to his arms, and then to Shen Baixiao's palm.

It was piping hot.

Shen Baixiao only felt a little warmth in his arms frozen by the cold sea water.

Not just the arms, but the heart too.

Although Qingyu's ability is low, he...finally chooses to stand by his side instead of being protected by him.

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