Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

The first sentence that Master dictated was exactly the first sentence on the first page of the booklet that she tore up.

At the beginning, Master asked her to recite everything verbatim, but she tore up every single page.Just now the master deliberately took out the Jueqing Juannian Dan to scare her, and it was just to scare her.No, in order for her to make up for her mistakes, she was punished to record the torn booklet by herself instead of vomiting it out of her stomach.

The master is so considerate, she should write vigorously and write with great enthusiasm.

But having said that, the master can memorize all the obscure fifty thousand characters, he is really a god.

If it weren't for the special circumstances at that time, no matter how much she complained, she would never tear up the book or destroy it. [

There is no printing in this world, it is all copied by hand, so books are very precious and expensive.It is ashamed to say this. In her previous life, printing was one of the four great inventions, and it was the pride of the people of the country.But pride is pride, no return, no one stipulates that people who travel through with past life memories must be geniuses, that would be too unreasonable.

Duanhua paused for a moment every time he finished a tongue-twisting sentence, and did not care whether Zixi would record again or keep up with his speaking speed, and continued to do the work at hand on his own.

He carefully placed the green bamboo flower plate on the empty window sill, and opened the window with exquisite patterns.

The bright sunshine in spring swayed into the house, and the wind blowing on the face was warm and pleasant, with a fragrance of green grass.

The Indian incense in the censer was burned out.

The aroma in the room gradually faded, and a gust of wind speeded up the dissipation of the aroma.

Zixi concentrated on recording the sentences dictated by Duanhua, occasionally pausing to think about which word this word should be?But she often hears Duanhua dictating the next sentence before she has time to think deeply.

The two are doing their own things, as if they are not related.

Duanhua's tone is clear and cold, but the sound quality is soft and delicate. It comes out from the window, and it is like a god reciting in the quiet Suxinzhuang.Listening to it makes people calm and not impetuous.

Zixi's pen is crooked, occasionally pauses to think, occasionally dips in ink to write quickly, and is too busy to watch what Duanhua is doing.

a long time passed.

Duanhua walks slowly to Zixi's side, lowering his eyes to examine.

Zixi was subconsciously dipping in ink while frowning in thought.Her petite and tender hands seemed to have been doused with ink, and the paper she had painstakingly recorded did not look like words, but rather abstract paintings with splashed ink.