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Chapter 64 Too Advanced
"My dear apprentice..."

"Seeing a letter is like meeting you, spreading your letter makes you look good..."

"... It's been a long time since we left, and I miss you so much. My disciple wanders the rivers and lakes alone, and I'm very worried as a teacher."

"After thinking for a long time, I decided to write this letter."

Jiang Chuan and Erhuolong, who came together together, were at a loss when they saw the contents of the letter.

"Wrong delivery?" Jiang Chuan looked at Chen Xiaoer with a questioning look in his eyes.

Of course, based on Chen Xiaoer's puzzled expression, he concluded that it was a wrong delivery.Instead of sending a letter to Chen Xiaoer.

"Don't interrupt, keep reading!"

Erhuolong rushed over directly, put his head on the letter, and read it directly:

"... As the saying goes, bow your head and bow to your ancestors."

"Thank you for your kindness, and drink the apprenticeship tea. Whether you like it or not, I am your master."

"Be a teacher for a day and be a mother for life..."

"The promised rivers and lakes are dangerous, so go and return together."

"...You bad boy, you left Master alone and sneaked down the mountain by yourself?"

"You said that as long as you tie what you want to say to the pigeon's leg, you can write letters to the person you miss?"

"I haven't answered any of your letters..."

"Our sect is small, and there are only two masters and apprentices left in the inheritance. You must not make any mistakes..."

"Well, the main thing is that I miss you..."

Eloquent, three to five hundred words.

The first part of the speech is very cheerful and jumping,

It can be seen that the letter was written by a cheerful person.

In the second half, the lines are full of longing, and the tone has become lost, which makes people feel distressed.

"Poor girl, you paid by mistake."

Erhuolong shook his head, smacked his tongue and said, "This is obviously cheated by the white-eyed wolf apprentice."

Jiang Chuan on the side also agrees:
"The homing pigeon mainly uses its homing characteristics to send messages."

"The homing pigeons taken out will fly back to their homes after they are released."

"Of course, carrier pigeons also exist to send letters back and forth, provided that they are on their fixed flight route."

"...And the messengers have food and water they are familiar with, and they are not far from the nest."

With that said, Jiang Chuan picked up the pigeon on the ground and said:

"It can be judged that this pigeon flew out of the house!"

"But I don't know where to go."

"The sender doesn't even know how to use carrier pigeons."

"...she thinks that as long as she sends the pigeon, it will be received by the recipient."

After some analysis, it makes sense.

But Chen Xiaoer looked at the letter in his hand with a strange expression.

Tsk!I seem to have heard of this plot somewhere.

...Chen Xiaoer thought of a person, the dean of White Horse Academy, the old man Murong Jie.

The old man is still buying tea.

"What should we do?" Jiang Chuan looked up at Chen Xiaoer and asked.

... Hearing this, Chen Xiaoer did not express his judgment.Instead, he glanced sideways at the dragon and the man, and said:
"What do you think?"

"...Reply and explain the situation." Jiang Chuan said seriously.

The Erhuolong on the side also nodded seriously, and said: "If you don't receive a reply, the girl must be very anxious."

"I agree to reply!"

Hearing this, Chen Xiaoer nodded, put the letter on the table, and said:

"Well, then you can deal with it."

"...I won't participate." After finishing speaking, Chen Xiaoer stood up with a curved mouth.

"Why does it feel weird?" Jiang Chuan frowned slightly as he watched Chen Xiaoer leave.

"...Boy, hurry up and grind it for the uncle. The uncle wants to write a letter to this injured girl."

"Comfort her little shou's heart, Quack..."

Jiang Chuan was silent for a moment, looking down at the excited Erhuolong,

He remembered the curvature of Chen Xiaoer's mouth again.

After pondering for a while, he silently walked into the room to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then took advantage of the opportunity to grind the ink back.

"...Okay." Jiang Chuan said.

"Haha, yes, yes. It's none of your business, so let me comfort her."

While Erhuolong grabbed the pen, he waved his paw excitedly at Jiang Chuan.

It means leave quickly and don't bother me.

... He opened his mouth, but Jiang Chuan still didn't say anything when he saw the excitement of the bastard.

"It's good to let it try."

……

Chen Xiaoer was lying on the bed.

With Erlang's legs crossed, his head resting on his arms,

The brain first slowly emptied, and then began to calculate.

Everything is ready.

The next step in entering Dali Temple is to check Li Qilin's file!
You can try to enter the dossier directly.

If Li Qilin's file can be found, as the official of my temple, no one will say anything after checking it.

After all, it is the existence of the head of the Twelve Sword Immortals...

It is impossible for a normal person not to be curious after seeing her file.

... However, there is a great possibility that there will be no files of Li Qilin in the file room.

Don't be impatient, and don't be too purposeful.

...I have to think of a suitable reason, a suitable opportunity, and a smooth review...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

While thinking about the next move to enter Dali Temple, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Little Er, Xiao Er, come out, come out."

Stupid?Hearing it was Wen Ruxian's voice, Chen Xiaoer showed doubts.

But he still got up and opened the door for this fool.

... Tsk!What's wrong with this?Seeing Hanhan standing at the door, Chen Xiaoer raised his eyebrows.

Wearing a blue noble long dress, her face was full of displeasure, and her face was painted like a cat.

There was a look of grievance in the big watery eyes.

...The point is that she is holding a lot of messy drawing paper in her arms.

Well, it's her precious painting.

"Mother, this is..." Chen Xiaoer hesitated.

"Xiao Er, they said that the things I drew are nonsense, and they said, and they said..." As he said, mist of grievance began to gather in Hanhan's big eyes.

Tsk!You finally realized... "What else did they say?" Chen Xiaoer said.

"...and said I shouldn't be painting.

To say that I have no talent, if I can be called a painting, it would be an insult to countless Danqing national players. "

"And said my paintings are worthless!"

Tsk!Don't you yourself realize that what others say is actually true?
"Since they don't know how to appreciate mother's paintings, then don't show them, just appreciate them."

"A group of ordinary people, don't care if you don't look at it." Chen Xiaoer waved his big hand and said, "Mother's paintings are absolutely good!"

"I just know one person...

I painted all my life when I was young, but no matter how I painted, it didn't work!

...But hundreds of years later, people's paintings suddenly became popular for no reason, and even created a genre. "

"Being sought after by a group of people!"

"...Maybe it's not that my mother's paintings are bad. It's that people in this era have limited appreciation."

"It's my mother's paintings that are too advanced."

Hearing this, Hanhan blinked, picked up a pile of waste papers sinking in his arms, and asked hopefully, "Really?"

"...This." Chen Xiaoer choked.

But looking at Hanhan's eyes, I knew that if I didn't make her happy today, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to live in peace.

Forget it, this is not the first time that someone has spoken out of conscience.

"En!" Chen Xiaoer nodded heavily.

Hanhan smiled brightly.Looking at it, Chen Xiaoer sighed violently in his heart.

This happiness is exchanged with a conscience...

Suddenly, Hanhan seemed to think of something,
Handed all the drawing papers to Chen Xiaoer, raised his chin, hummed softly, and said:
"Xiao Er, I heard that you wrote another poem last night."

"...Come on, write the poem! Hundreds of years later, let you be praised by future generations."

Saying that, you still look like I let you follow suit, isn't that interesting?

Ah!hehe!I really thank you!
...Do you know how long my poem has been popular?Besides, it's on fire now, okay?
……

An hour later.

Chen Xiaoer rubbed his sore wrist, looking at Hanhan who happily left with a stack of waste papers in his arms.

...Looking up to the sky and sighing!
"I'm sorry for Li Bai, I'm sorry for Du Fu, I'm sorry for Wang Wei, I'm sorry for Li He, I'm sorry for Bai Juyi..."

"It's humiliating for you..."

(End of this chapter)