For several days, neither the Yuelun Kingdom nor the Temple had any opinions on the monks with broken arms. Therefore, the originally tense atmosphere in Mochiyuan gradually returned to its former peace, but he still maintained a certain degree of caution in his heart.

In this way, more than a month has passed since Xiling issued an edict to support Yan.

Fang Qian knew that such a peaceful day would not last too long, and Yuelun and the Temple would definitely not ignore the fact that the monks in Baita Temple had broken their arms.

So he cherishes his current days and seeks various reasons to be with Mo Shanshan every day. Even later, he no longer needs reasons. Daily meeting and companionship have become a tacit understanding between the two.

In the black and white carriage, Mo Shanshan was still practicing calligraphy as before, but now every word of her has a few shadows of formations.

After all, both talismans and arrays can be communicated through calligraphy.

Although Fang Qian didn't understand much formation, he knew a lot of formations.

With Mo Shanshan's high formation talent, with his careful teaching, her formation attainments are now no less than her talisman. If she is given enough time, the formation can fully exert a stronger power than the talisman.

Seeing Mo Shanshan practicing calligraphy seriously, Fang Qian suddenly found several familiar words from one of her calligraphy posts.

Flowers bloom on the other side of the sky!

His heart slightly jumped. In fact, he had intentionally or unintentionally stopped Mo Shanshan from seeing Ning Que's copybook a long time ago.

Even he helped Ning Que in advance, although he had good intentions, he had to admit that he was still thinking that Ning Que could not write down the chicken soup post.

Because, if Mo Shanshan still likes Ning Que because of a copybook like the original work, it will be difficult for him to have any chance.

According to the old saying, this is a destined fate, and the feeling of that moment is really hard to say clearly.

Mo Shanshan has a clear personality, just like in the future, when Wang Shusheng wanted to force her to marry the Lord of Dahe because of the pressure from Haotian, she said to Wang Shusheng. She understood many things very clearly, but she didn't say them, not that she didn't understand them.

Once she falls in love with someone, no matter how weird the reason is, it will appear very real to her.

She can be enemies of the whole world for Ning Que and Sangsang, or she can disobey her teacher and even Haotian for her own wishes.

She is a strange woman who seems to be calm and quiet, but in fact she is as fierce as fire in her bones and dares to love and hate.

So, Fang Qian knew very well that if he could not get into her heart in advance, he would never have a chance again.

So, that day, he would take a Tianma into Mochiyuan, so he would exchange Tongtian Pills for this identity from Wang Shusheng and come here.

Seeing this flower opening post, he thought a lot in an instant. After a while, he reached out and picked up the flower opening post, and asked calmly: "I didn't expect you to have this flower opening post that is popular in Chang'an."

Mo Shanshan looked at the flower-opening sticker and said, "I heard that it was written by a newly accepted student of the Master. The Master's disciple is indeed extraordinary, and his handwriting is indeed very good. I am not as good as I can match my master."

She said these words calmly, with a little admiration, and nothing else was left.

Fang Qian asked calmly: "What kind of person do you think the person who wrote this word will be?"

Mo Shanshan looked at him with some confusion and thought to himself that you are not a student of the academy? By time, you should still be a classmate with this person, so why do you still ask me?

Fang Qian explained: "I heard that people in calligraphy can match their feelings. I am familiar with him, so I can't help but be curious about what you see from this word."

This explanation is actually a bit far-fetched, but Mo Shanshan thought about it and said, "It's not a reflection of the heart, but it's a little more than ordinary people's feelings about the spirit and charm contained between the lines. Otherwise, although there are not many people in the world who have entered the calligraphy world, it's more than ten fingers. Do I have to reflect each other with my heart?" She looked at the copybook and pondered for a moment and said, "The words and strokes of the words are a bit scattered, but they are naturally grand and have a very clear momentum. And they were also accepted as a student by the Master. I think this person should be very good regardless of morality and character."

Fang Qian heard from Mo Shanshan's words that she admired the owner of the copybook. Although she didn't hear anything else, she still felt a little depressed.

So he couldn't help but say, "A few days ago, the Master personally accepted me as a disciple. I haven't even seen that guy before."

Mo Shanshan subconsciously ignored the sourness in Fang Qian's words and couldn't help asking: "Have you seen the Master? He personally accepted you as his disciple?"

Although her tone was a question, she already believed that it was true.

The famous sword fanatic is naturally qualified to become a disciple of the Master.

She asked her subconsciously because the Master was too high in her heart.

She knew that Fang Qian would definitely not lie to her, so this must be true, so her eyes when she looked at Fang Qian would inevitably change.

Fang Qian was very satisfied with her performance and thought that the old man's fame was indeed extraordinary. With Shanshan's personality, there were few such performances.

So he smiled and accepted Mo Shanshan's gaze with a little admiration and envy.

Suddenly, he sensed a familiar aura outside approaching, which was an aura that was very similar to his physique.

He sighed slightly in his heart, and it was indeed here.

He asked for the wooden box from Mo Shanshan's hand, took out the glasses he gave her, put them on her eyes seriously, and then sorted out her scattered hair in strands.

For a moment, she was already beautiful, and she had a stronger sense of bookishness and fairy spirit, which made people unable to bear to look away.

Although it is not the finishing touch, it can be regarded as the icing on the cake.

Fang Qian looked at her with satisfaction and said calmly: "The person you mentioned, who is both moral and demeanor and character, has arrived. After all, he is a disciple of the Master. He always has to dress better and see clearly."

After saying that, he thought of something and couldn't help but say angrily: "If I had known that I would have climbed the mountain that day, but he actually became my senior brother?"

Mo Shanshan didn't move and let him deal with it, and he felt a little curious. After all, as a scholar, he could write good words that she could not compare to, and it seems that it was extraordinary.

Fang Qian took Mo Shanshan to get off the carriage. On the way, he hesitated to hold Mo Shanshan's hand.

Her hands are very warm and soft, and once they are held, they will no longer be able to let go.

Mo Shanshan struggled slightly, and her strength was very light. If Fang Qian had not been extremely sensitive at this time, he would have probably not felt it at all.

His hands were tightly held, so he couldn't break free with such force.

Mo Shanshan looked at Fang Qian's seemingly calm side face and finally let him hold it. She could feel his nervousness at this moment, and she was actually not resistant to such behavior.

At the same time, a young man with a knife was pulling a bow not far away, and he was full of murderous aura and confronted many Mochiyuan disciples nervously.

Perhaps because of the strong murderous aura, the atmosphere is particularly quiet, and the quiet needle can be heard.
Chapter completed!