Lanshan Snow

Curious about Harvey Balinghai, Qiu Bodeng couldn't wait.The Thule wizard had just buttoned up his hunting coat and went to pull the door.As soon as the door was opened, he was staggered backwards by the icy wind blowing towards his face, and directly hit Wizard Tule.

The Thule wizard who was fastening his cloak reacted quickly.

Pulled him into his arms with one hand.

Qiu Bodeng: ...

He suspected that this person did it on purpose, and he had evidence!

When he was on Sharru's back, Wizard Thule could easily reduce the surrounding wind.Is there any difference in the wind near the Holy Snow Mountain?It was clearly sincere... The young master who "put himself in his arms" bit Wizard Thule hard.Thule wizard let him bite.

He bowed his head and wrapped him tightly with his cloak.

——The young master wronged him.

Wizards generally do not use witchcraft on the Holy Snow Mountain.On the one hand, it is to respect the holy mountain, and on the other hand, it is also to guard against oneself.They always believe that the abuse of power will lose the fear of nature.The storm is ruthless, the ice and snow are repeated, and those who lose their awe will surely turn back pale.

Even, they have to take the initiative to feel the horror of nature.

Years of hard work.

The Bo'e of the Tule tribe live in the high places of the snow-capped mountains for several months every year, enduring loneliness and bitter cold.Shi Wuluo's house is located on the highest cliff of the Holy Snow Mountain, and it has remained unchanged for many years, imperceptibly proving that he is stronger than any wizard.

In those lonely days, he remained silent.

Listen to heaven and earth alone.

"...Say it! Was it intentional!"

The beautiful young master who flew over from the warm central plain was aggressive and tortured him.

Fierce is fierce enough.

Too bad I'm not tall enough.

Wizard Thule is really tall, the young master had to hook his neck and raise his head so that he could barely bite his throat... The slender boy hung in front of the man, warm and soft, with his face raised, bright The black eyes are imprinted by the fire, like black flint being used to make fire.

No deterrence at all.

Like a cat pretending to be angry and leaning over to rub against people.

—It was picked up.

fiercely.

Wizard Thule clasped the young master's waist with one hand, and sent him up, letting his back rest against the wooden door that was blown open by the wind.In the bitter wind, kissing and biting at the bottom of his throat like "tit for tooth", the sharp tip of the teeth held a small piece of meat, grinding it back and forth, and licking it with the tip of the tongue.

The wind on the top of the mountain is cold enough.

The wind blew through the gaps in the cloak, making people shiver with cold.

"Well……"

Qiu Bodeng's arm that had just been propped up went limp, and was forced to go to the warm heat source.The more he nestled, the more he sent himself down to the snatcher's teeth... Finally, he sat astride the thigh of Thule wizard against the wooden door, and the whole body softened into a small ball, and he could only support his body by hooking the opponent's neck.

He tamed wild beasts.

Also unconsciously, under the marking and branding of fierce beasts over and over again, he was captured.

——Just like the back of the neck of a mammal cannot move once it is bitten, Qiu Bodeng cannot struggle when the sharp edge of the Tule wizard's tooth falls on the Adam's apple.In the past, he could still resist with a little resistance.But last night, that trace of resistance disappeared without the master's knowledge.

then……

He was simply at the mercy of the Thule wizards.

Fortunately, Wizard Thule remembered his expectation of "Havi Balinghai", and after a while, he hugged him horizontally.

"Hey!" Qiu Bodeng protested, "I'll go by myself."

The Thule wizard ignored him.

Soon.

The wind of the knife blew past his ears, smashing a whole piece of snow.Qiu Bodeng looked at the rocks jagged like knives at the bottom of the cliff, and then at the wooden pavement swinging in the wind.

"..."

He obediently nestled back into the arms of the Thule wizard, and pulled up his cloak.

Pretend you didn't say what you just said.

........................

Sharlu the Mammoth trekked in the snow field.

The silver bells jingling like saddles jingle, faint and pleasant.Harvey Balin Sea is located on the east side of the second mountain range of the Holy Snow Mountain. Starting from the camp of the Tule tribe, it takes more than half a day to get there.

Taking advantage of this time, the two gathered together in the wooden house to watch "Shuangyuan Jiezi".

"... Take it easy here!"

Qiu Bodeng couldn't stand the outrageous handwriting written by Wizard Thule, so he grabbed the charcoal pencil.

There are no writing brushes in the tribe, and Xu Zele's brushes have long been bald.

Thule wizards thinned the iron, wood and charcoal, wrapped them in a circle with a wool rope that would not hurt your hands, and made a bunch of weird charcoal pencils-the tribe held a meeting, and sometimes it needed to vote collectively, so it was often directly from the Pick up charcoal from the campfire and write on the slate.

After the result is obtained, the marks left by the charcoal are wiped away.

This shows that the dispute and unhappiness in this matter will disappear, and no one is allowed to hold grudges.

Qiu Bodeng was not used to writing at first, but soon became fluent.

Everything that the enemy gave him was the best. Famous posters from all generations and factions were authentic, and all of them spent a lot of money to buy back for the young master to play with later.After more than ten years, I have learned from the strengths of various schools and integrated the talents of various schools. I have written tall and straight handwriting with outstanding style.Whether it is seal script, regular script, running script, or cursive script, it is very elegant.

Putting it on "Tianmo", it will definitely be included in the list.

Unfortunately, he is a dude.

At that time, people judged people with words, and Tianmo talked about it, what would it look like to let a dude be on the list.Wouldn't it make the world learn his absurd ways?Therefore, for more than ten years, although Dongzhou literati tried their best to collect Master Luo Qiu's pen and ink in private, they always seemed to avoid it on the surface.

But the young master doesn't care about that either.

In his words in a restaurant one time, it is "Those guys who can't write straight horizontally or stand upright vertically, let them judge, that is really insulting my pen and ink."

——The beams between the two sides were thus forged.

There are many literati, but the young master, relying on the support of his enemies, is extremely vicious, so he writes an article for him to retaliate, and gives him a hundred taels of silver.Only in this way did Dongzhou literati and the No. [-] rich man continue to fight for "unending death".

The young master who is stingy with writing every single word for the talk meeting is teaching the barbarians in Xueyuan stroke by stroke.

"Horizontal and vertical are the skeleton, but you are not really asked to write firewood frames! Let alone..."

He teaches seriously.

But those who learn are distracted.

Wizard Thule's eyes fell on his delicate fingers, the lustrous nails were a light color of blood, and the knuckles were bent by holding the pen, like a thin snow-capped mountain ridge, raising the wrist, turning, and moving the pen...

"Snapped!"

Qiu Bodeng hit him hard.

"What are you looking at!"

The young master was furious.

Since he was born, it was the first time he condescended to teach someone how to write. How dare this guy be distracted?He thrust the charcoal into the hand of the Thule wizard, and let him write himself viciously.

——If you can't write well, you will be kicked out.

The young master stared at him.

Wizard Thule turned his eyes back to the paper, he held the charcoal pencil that was still warm, and began to write next to Qiu Bodeng's handwriting.Qiu Bodeng was still condemning his distraction just now, but this time he couldn't help being distracted.

...why so many scars?

Qiu Bodeng's eyes fell on the arm of Wizard Thule.

He rolled up his sleeves.Pale and cold skin, calm and unidentified scars, some are like knife wounds, some are like the claws and fangs of beasts - as if he once put his arm into the mouth of a tiger and leopard to snatch something of.Is it so dangerous to live in the snowfield?

The young master, who had barely held a sword before, was a little confused.

He remembered that the Thule wizard also had many scars.

It is a miracle that such a person is alive.

Just as he was thinking about it, Wizard Thule touched him and signaled him to finish writing.

Qiu Bodeng was taken aback, and hastily dragged the paper over. In order to cover up what he had just lost his mind, he hurriedly started to find fault.As soon as he lowered his head, he was stunned for a moment, and actually wrote... okay?

It's just a little bit weird...

Qiu Bodeng stared at the paper for a long time, and finally found that the strokes and strokes written by the wizard Tule were exactly the same as his own, as accurate as if he was holding a ruler to the past——what a pinnacle of "photographing a tiger and drawing a cat" !

It's just that his strokes are too hard, and all the places that are lifted and turned lightly are written...

"Murderous," the young master commented, "Do you want them to compete with others for you?"

Instruct him to practice the strokes and strokes. After practicing for a long time, he is still a blunt matchstick.

The young master who read authentic works of famous masters since he was a child: "..."

He can't take it anymore!

He leaned over, took Thule wizard's bony and cold hand, and led him to write.

One time, two times, three times... Originally, Qiu Bo was sitting on the side of the Tule wizard. This teaching posture was really awkward. After a while, his elbows were a little unhinged.Wizard Thule noticed and took him into his arms.The young master who was in charge of teaching struggled for a while, and found that it was indeed much more convenient.

"Be honest, don't make random decisions." The young master threatened, "Otherwise, I will kick you out."

——He learned Thule language much faster than Thule wizards learned Central Plains.

With the help of "Shuangyuan Jiezi", he can basically know what the syllables of each word are, but it is difficult to pronounce the syllables accurately.And the Thule wizards had to correspond to the pronunciation of hieroglyphs without letters.Qiu Bodeng tried to teach him the pronunciation directly a few times, but found that the task was too difficult.

Only then did he resign himself to learning the pronunciation of Thule himself, and at the same time teach him to learn from Pimeng.

After Wizard Thule nodded, the young master put his hand on the back of his hand again and guided him.

On paper, there are more and more charcoal inks.

The blunt skimming finally became smooth.

Until Qiu Bodeng tentatively let go of his hand, Wizard Thule's hand paused slightly, and the charcoal pencil paused and curled...

"Okay! Yes!" The young master, who had just become a teacher, had a sense of accomplishment, and patted the back of his hand briskly, "The next word..."

Turn the page and see "Parents" on the top.

Qiu Bodeng paused, thinking of something... He didn't seem to have met Wizard Tule's parents, nor heard him mention any related words.

The young master belatedly discovered something strange.

No matter how big the difference between Xueyuan and Central Plains was, it wouldn't be such a polite time... neither parents would show up, right?

Just as he was about to ask, Wizard Thule had already seen that word at the same time.

He lowered his eyelashes, brushed aside Qiu Bodeng's hair, and kissed down his lonely neck——Qiu Bodeng snorted lowly, and fell forward on the short table, his white hands hanging down limply.

The charcoal was rolled onto the felt.

Wizard Thule wrapped his arms around his slender waist, and naturally pushed the paper and "Shuangyuan Jiezi" aside with the other hand, and pressed them down.

—He writes well.

It's time for the teacher to give him a little reward.