This time Mo Xiaoluo took the brush again. She twisted the pen tube with her hands and suddenly looked serious!

I saw her finish the pen in one go, and her brushwork was as flexible as her sword technique. In an instant, she wrote a beautiful dot!

"My God! It's really OK!" Mo Xiaoluo was overjoyed, and she was so happy that she stomped her feet!

"Catcher!" Mo Xiaoluo asked with a smile: "Does the teacher in the school teach this way?"

"The children who just started writing are all around four or five years old. How can they know any martial arts?" Shen Mo shook his head and said, "I am teaching according to my aptitude!"

Mo Xiaoluo felt joyful and excited. The young and heavy head guard in front of him always seemed to have a power to turn decay into magic. Even a warrior like her could pick up his pen and write after he had trained it!

Next, Shen Mo slowly wrote these six words on the paper again. Mo Xiaoluo was constantly trying to figure out which sword technique to use when writing.

When Shen Mo finished writing these words, Mo Xiaoluo immediately took the pen and continued to write them one by one. Xiaoluo had a strong wrist and vigorous brushwork. In addition, she had been practicing sword for many years and had extremely accurate techniques. She wrote these six words in one go. Not only did each stroke pass through the back of the paper, it looked very vigorous. Moreover, the strokes were written in no way, and even the structure of the font was

Imitation is similar to each other!

Shen Mo watched coldly, and saw him say lightly: "How is it? I'm right?"

"You have to remember what I said." Shen Mo said to Xiao Luo seriously: "You are born different from others, which does not necessarily mean that you are worse than others. It may also mean that you can do things they cannot do."

"I can write, I can write!" Mo Xiaoluo cheered and his beautiful long legs kept twisting under his skirt. Chen Yu took a look and immediately sat down in panic, so as not to reveal the shape of his weapon at that time.

"Okay, now read the six words I wrote carefully again, pay attention to the structure between their strokes." Shen Mo continued: "Then you keep practicing until you write exactly like me!"

"Otherwise, the board must be beaten." At this time, Shen Mo's serious expression looked like a serious teacher in Mo Xiaoluo.

"Which part of the board is better to hit her? You have to think about it in advance!" Xiao Luo didn't know that Shen Mo was secretly thinking about this.

Next, Mo Xiaoluo began to write intently before the table.

She only felt that the sword technique she used in her hand became more and more mature. After practicing slowly, she had a little meaning of the pen.

She was so focused and immersed in the continuous sword moves. Each stroke became more and more accurate and more decent!

Shen Mo sat there watching Xiao Luo practice calligraphy. As he looked at him, he slowly remembered Gui Fanlou.

The crispy little house, the meat comb, the white jade pillow... those ugly and dirty things, the pus and blood on the old beggar's body, and... the dead dog.

When people get there, they will be torn off their dignity like the snake, and be tortured by others at will. They can do nothing except struggle in vain.

"This damn Southern Song Dynasty... I fuck you uncle!"

...

Xiao Luo continued to practice happily, and even though he wrote one by one, he didn't know how many pieces of paper he wrote.

I don’t know how long it took, but she suddenly felt that the brush was dry and boring. When she saw that a pool of ink had been used cleanly in the inkstone.

When she looked at the six words she wrote, she felt that although she was far from the spirit of Shen Mo, she was quite well-like. The girl was so happy that she felt as comfortable as drinking honey for a moment.

When she came to her senses, she found that it was already late at night.

The room was quiet and quiet.

When she turned her head, she saw Shen Mo sitting far away behind the desk. He buried his face in his palms and placed his head on the table.

"Shen... are you okay?" Mo Xiaoluo suddenly felt a little uneasy. She tried her best to lower her voice and said softly:

"I...I can write!"

"I asked the murderer of Guifanlou to run away from me." Shen Mo still buried his face in his palm. He lay on the table and said in a muffled voice: "Twice!"

"The first time was when he intercepted and killed me and County Magistrate Lu at night. Another time, just now!"

Shen Mo gritted his teeth as he spoke, and in his tone, he showed a feeling of depression and frustration.

"I'm a pig! I didn't expect that the guy from Guifanlou has such excellent light skills..."

"I just watched him run over in front of me like the wind." Mo Xiaoluo saw Shen Mo raise his head. At this moment, the expression on his face was as gloomy as the thick dark clouds before the storm.

"If my martial arts skills are higher, if I have the light skills like him, I would have caught that bastard on the night of the Hou Mansion incident!"

At this moment, Shen Mo was really depressed.

Because during the day, when he saw everything happening in Guifan Tower, he knew that his understanding of this era was still too shallow.

In the elegant and comfortable life of Lin'an City, in this era of boating on the West Lake and adding fragrance to the red sleeves, the Southern Song Dynasty still has its ugly and dirty side.

And this side is far more hated than Shen Mo imagined!

Shen Mo's heart suddenly became confused. He had never wanted to solve a case like he is now. The original mentality of playing and playing was gone at this moment.

Now he just wants to break the case cleanly and then wipe the dirty ghost Fanlou forever in this world!

However, at that time, the criminal was within a distance of him, but he could only watch others run away. This feeling of powerlessness made Shen Mo's heart extremely anxious and angry!

"What a pity... I don't have the ability, so I let him run away!"

"Careful?" When Mo Xiaoluo heard this, Xiaoluo's voice suddenly rose:

"You talk about your ability?"

"I tell you! This is the ability!"

Mo Xiaoluo picked up the piece of paper that Shen Mo wrote for her as a sample. She shook in front of Shen Mo's eyes with excitement.

On the paper, the regular scripts of "First Meet in front of the Grass Steps" are written on them in a straightforward manner.

"You write down my mother's poems, this is your ability!" Mo Xiaoluo pulled out the leather guard from his waist and shook it in front of Shen Mo.
Chapter completed!