There's something wrong with these witches

When Xuanyin said this angrily, she quickly came to her senses. Leng Mei's pretty face instantly turned red. She was embarrassed, angry and annoyed as she explained: "Just now. What I said just now is... I never said it, and you are not allowed to mention it in front of me, otherwise you won’t blame me for being ruthless under the sword.”

"Here we go again, here we go again." Lu Xun rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Can you change your temper? You threaten to kill me at every turn. You are a bit unreasonable, although I am used to it. You have a weak personality, but if you can, try to be gentler. My husband likes well-behaved and sensible people, and I don’t like you like this."

"snort."

"What do I have to do with you?" Xuanyin glared at him fiercely and said coldly: "Continue quickly. Don't waste time."

Facing the stubborn little witch, Lu Xun was a little helpless for a while, but to be honest, it was quite interesting after getting along with her for a long time. The key point is that such a woman and such a witch may seem as cold as ice, as long as she can get rid of her hard appearance , the passion inside could probably burn someone to death.

After all, the loneliness that has been suppressed for four hundred years, once a breakthrough is found, it can be imagined how violent it will be. But then again, there is a great witch who has been lonely for a thousand years. If her loneliness finds a breakthrough, this...

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"What's wrong with you?" Xuanyin asked suspiciously when he saw the disciple next to him, who was dazed in a daze, with fear on his brows.

"ah?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I just thought that I can't beat Si with both hands, cough, cough, cough. Let's continue." Lu Xun coughed twice and said softly: "Can this song "Guan Ju" be written silently?"

Xuanyin curled his lips, with a hint of resistance on his face, and said quietly: "When Master taught me how to read, there was a gap of five years from the first day to dictation, but you. You asked me to dictate so quickly. This is obvious. It’s just trying to make things difficult for me, but I don’t want to write silently.”

Five years?

How stupid is this?

Lu Xun looked at the Lengmei enchantress beside him with a stunned look on his face, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

"What's that look in your face?"

"underestimate me?"

Xuanyin secretly glanced at Lu Xun beside him, and saw that his face was full of shock and confusion. Suddenly, anger rose in his chest, and he said angrily: "If you look at me like this again, I'll be careful to chop you!"

"Just a little bit. Never mind."

"Who makes me unlucky? It's a witch like you." Lu Xun sighed deeply, pointed to the first poem on the first page of the poetry collection, and said seriously: "This song "Guan Ju" is not a poem in the traditional sense. Poetry, but a love song describing the love between a man and a woman.”

"In the first chapter, Guan Ju birds sing to each other, and they are in love, which evokes the association of a lady and a gentleman. In the next chapter, the act of picking water chestnuts evokes the protagonist's crazy lovesickness and pursuit of women." Lu Xun pursed his lips, He continued: "The wonderful point lies in the expression technique of 'Xing', and the use of double-voiced rhymes and repeated chapters of words increases the beauty and vividness of the phonology."

Xuanyin looked at the first page of the poetry collection, then raised his head and looked at the route around him. He understood every word he said, but for some reason, when these words were put together, they were so difficult to understand. What? I can't understand the expression technique of "Xing", the use of double-tone rhymes and repeated words.

"well"

"Do you think I'm too smart?" Xuanyin pursed her lips and said with a hint of displeasure, "Can you tell me something I can understand?"

"All right."

"Let's copy ancient poems. You should copy this poem three times first to deepen your impression of it." Lu Xun stood up and said softly: "I'll prepare the Four Treasures of the Study for you. Sit here and wait. Me for a moment.”

Saying,

Lu Xun came to his bed, bent over and stuck his butt out, looking for something in the box.

Xuanyin secretly took a peek, looking at his round butt, and suddenly wanted to go up and kick him hard. In the end, she suppressed this ridiculous idea, secretly cursing in her heart why a man's butt , can actually be so round?

"Find everything!"

After Lu found the Four Treasures of the Study, he returned to the cold little demon girl. While grinding ink for her, he asked curiously: "Can you write?"

"of course!"

Xuanyin said displeasedly.

"OK."

"Uh, almost."

Lu Xun finished grinding the ink, pushed the ink in front of her, handed her a brush, and said softly: "Let's get started."

"Just start."

Xuanyin took the brush he handed over, dipped it in some ink, then sat in front of the table and copied the poem "Guan Ju" carefully.

Lu Xun was sitting on the edge, watching intently as she held the brush and wrote crookedly on the rice paper. He fell into silence for a while. He looked carefully for a long time before he could see the words between the words. This rice paper was full of words. The words 'I am a fool' are written on them.

what to do?

Can I ask the big witch to return it?

At this moment, Lu Xun felt very melancholy. He couldn't accept the fact that his wife was an idiot.

"I've written it."

After Xuanyin finished copying "Guan Ju", he was quite satisfied with his calligraphy. He raised his head and said to Lu Xun with a slight arrogance: "What do you think?"

"Why"

"fine."

"But there is still room for improvement." Lu Xun replied bitterly.

Although Xuanyin is stupid in reading, it does not mean that she is stupid. She instantly understood the other meaning of his words, frowned her eyebrows, and asked doubtfully: "You can't get into this." Dharma eye?"

"My lady."

"My husband, you even hold the pen wrong." Lu Xun picked up the brush and showed her the correct way to hold it. He said seriously, "The way I hold it is correct. The way you just held it is like holding the hilt of a sword. Can you write well with this?"

Xuan Yin pouted her lips, and her cold and charming face was filled with shame. She stammered, "I will try again."

She took the brush again and imitated Lu Xun's way of holding it. She copied the poem "Guanju" on the rice paper again. Compared with the previous graffiti-style writing, this time it was obviously much better, but it was still sloppy and messy. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell that it is writing.

Lu Xun couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he stood up quickly, walked behind her, and then bent down, his strong chest pressed tightly against her smooth back, his chin resting on her shoulders, and at the same time, Lu Xun's big hand gently grasped her small hand holding the brush.

"Come"

"My husband will teach you how to write."

Lu Xun put his lips close to her ear and said gently to the cold little demon girl.

In an instant,

the little demon girl's body was a little hot.