Nie Xiaoqian wrote a letter asking Xiaotong Yan Changtian to give it to his elders.

Because she was afraid that something would go wrong in Yan Changtian halfway, she hid her ghost body and secretly accompanied Yan Changtian into the room in the attic.

"What, someone will give you a letter to us?"

The elders in Yan Changtian's family were shocked when they saw the letter Yan Changtian handed over.

They hid in the haunted house where people were rarely visited and thought they were secret, but they did not expect that they had discovered their whereabouts by those who were interested.

"Where is it, who is it?" asked the younger one urgently.

"I just went out and I didn't know where this letter floated into my hands, and I don't know who asked me to send it." After saying so much, Yan Changtian agreed to Nie Xiaoqian not to reveal Nie Xiaoqian's identity, and just put on a small face and explained a few simple words.

"I really didn't see who it was?" asked the older man stared at Yan Changtian's eyes.

"No." Yan Changtian's tone remained unchanged and he replied without turning his eyes.

Nie Xiaoqian on the beam of the room looked at it and praised Yan Changtian in his heart, and he was indeed a trustworthy person.

In fact, if Yan Changtian revealed what he saw and heard in the cellar under the urge of his family, she would not be surprised. After all, she was a child with an undecided mind.

Seeing that Yan Changtian's elders could not ask anything from Yan Changtian, they had to turn their attention to the thin letter, and they looked at each other. The letter was finally handed to the oldest hand and slowly opened it.

"The East Factory Brigade is coming, and soon the troops are at the city and leave quickly."

When they opened the letter, they saw such a sentence, their bodies shook together, and they almost couldn't believe their eyes.

"I don't know who the master is, so I send a letter to warn us."

"Second brother, the Dongchang man is chasing him, what should I do?"

"Sixth brother, don't panic. The letter is not yet known for its authenticity."

"At this time, the letters are delivered to your door, so there will be no fakes."

"Yes, second brother, who would write a letter to tease us for no reason?"

"Well, I would rather trust it than trust it without it. We pack up our things and set off immediately when Brother Lu comes back."

"But Brother Lu has been out for almost two days. Could it be that something happened?"

"Brother Lu is the most cautious person. There may be some obstacles before he comes back. But Brother Lu is very skilled in martial arts, and we rely on him to fight a bloody road along the way. Unless Cao Yi thief comes in person, no one can keep him. So everyone calm down and wait for Brother Lu to come back and don't make unnecessary random thoughts."

"Why would I go out to have a look tomorrow?"

"I'll talk about everything tomorrow."

After hearing their plan, Nie Xiaoqian knew that they might leave tomorrow, so she stopped staying here and returned to the cellar.

The cellar was quiet, and the flames of the oil lamp were solidified, reflecting the walls.

The short table was half-closed on the book "The Analects of Confucius" and the ink was still put on. She sat in front of the short table, her eyes fell on the whim that she had written a chapter of "The First Sword of the Storm", thinking about how to continue writing.

"The First Sword of the Wind and Clouds", also known as "Little Li's Flying Knife", one of the novels in the "Loyal Swordman's Relentless Sword" series, is also Nie Xiaoqian's favorite Gu Long novel, and is also one of the more outstanding ones in Gu Long's novels.

Xiao Li's flying sword is a terrifying sound, and there is no fragrance of Chu in the world.

From this elegiac couplet, we can see that Xiao Li Feidao's status in Gu Long's novels.

In fact, when Nie Xiaoqian planned to write martial arts novels, she considered Gu Long's novels. Because Gu Long's novels won with ups and downs and bizarre plots, they almost all wrote about the world, rarely involving the history of the court, and belonged to the type that is not easy to be banned.

Moreover, Gu Long's novels are not too long in terms of a single one.

But she tried it at the beginning, and in terms of short and fast flatness, the adaptation of martial arts movies will undoubtedly take effect faster.

In addition, oranges are born in Huainan and tangerines are born in Huainan. She is worried that Gu Long's novel style is too advanced and that he will encounter disagreement when writing it.

Now she has released five novels, and a strong foundation has been laid and she is qualified to change her style. If she cannot accept it, she will change it back.

Nie Xiaoqian wrote "The First Sword of the Wind and Clouds", just like every novel I wrote before, and did not write it according to the original work. As a result, people of this era may find it difficult to accept Gu Long's writing style.

Although Gu Long often uses concise short sentences, very powerful short sentences, as he said: "Long sentences read like a vast river pouring out, and suddenly they are connected with short sentences, just like a sword cutting off water, which can bring special effects of ups and downs."

However, compared with the current novel language and style, this writing style is beyond the times for hundreds of years.

Secondly, she didn't have the original work in her mind, and she didn't have to copy it even if she wanted to copy it.

So she wrote Xiao Li Feidao, taking the suspenseful plot writing style of Gu Long, the core of the story, and then using the language she honed with in five novels, which proved that she was a favorite language for scholars of this era.

Of course, this way of writing may lose its color without Gu Long's unique writing style. Is it strange to Gu Long fans in the previous life?

With such great concerns, Nie Xiaoqian wrote very slowly, carefully crafting every word and word to strive for the most perfect rewrite of Xiao Li Feidao.

This writing was just one day, and it was the next night when she planned to get some breath out of the cellar.

The long night is deep and blurred, and the smoke and weeds in the courtyard are whispering. When the wind blows, a little light comes from far to near. Nie Xiaoqian sees Yan Changtian carrying a small lantern, one foot deep and one foot shallow among the weeds, and no one follows him, and then she looks like a figure.

Yan Changtian walked near the entrance of the cellar and saw Nie Xiaoqian standing there as if a geek suddenly appeared. He looked happy and quickly accelerated his pace and walked up to pay homage to him: "Yan Changtian has met Mr. Nie."

After reading the "Collected Notes on the Analects of Confucius" commented by Nie Xiaoqian, he had already completely held the etiquette of disciples.

Nie Xiaoqian nodded and said, "No need to be polite. Didn't you leave today?"

"If you want to go back, Uncle Lu hasn't come back yet, so he can't leave for the time being." Yan Changtian replied.

"Is there anything wrong with you here?" Nie Xiaoqian asked.

"Yan Changtian went back to read the Analects of Confucius, and there was a sentence that was not clear. I came to ask the teacher for advice." It turned out that Yan Changtian did not put down the volume. After reading the Analects of Confucius, he went back to read the original "Analects of Confucius" he had originally collected.

When I read the puzzled parts, I couldn't fall asleep. I remembered Mr. Nie, who was very knowledgeable, so I pretended to go to bed, but quietly called the lantern to the cellar, wanting to ask for some clarity.

Seeing that Yan Changtian was so studious, Nie Xiaoqian was happy, so how could he not answer?

Regarding the unknown sentences that Yan Changtian asked, she not only broke the words and sentences and explained them in detail, but also extended them. She used the annotations of the Analects of Confucius from ancient times to the present, and various opinions were spread out to confirm and speak them out. She heard Yan Changtian intoxicated and kept nodding and commending.

Finally, Nie Xiaoqian asked, "Is there anything else I don't understand?"

Yan Changtian bowed to thank him and replied, "Sir, the explanation was very thorough, and Yan Changtian already understood."

"Then go back, it's strong wind at night to avoid catching a cold." Nie Xiaoqian was about to say this when she suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

The ghost was extremely sensitive to the bloody smell that contained masculine energy, so she immediately reacted, brushed her sleeves and put out the lanterns. At the same time, she hugged Yan Changtian and hid behind a collapsed wall.

I just hid it, and a person came over the exterior wall not far away. He seemed to be injured and was not very straightforward. After turning it in, he stumbled and rushed to the attic.

Nie Xiaoqian, hiding beside him, could see clearly that this was the sixth young man named Zhu Weiming in the juggling troupe.

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