(The second update for guaranteed! Subscription, I want whatever I want, monthly tickets, and I want. With everyone's support, you can get both, o(n_n)o)

Liang followed Ping'an secretly and saw Ping'an turn straight up the mountain when he saw Ping'an exit from the village. ◇↓

Looking at the whereabouts, it was the mountain road to Guniang Temple, she knew that her son was going to Guniang Temple.

Thinking of Ping An dreaming in Gu Niang Temple that day, saying that he dreamed of Gu Niang and the fairy sister, Liang couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Peace, it's so good. What are you doing at Gu Niang Temple?"

Liang wanted to call Ping'an back, but opened his mouth, finally closed it, speeded up, and followed.

She wanted to see if her son was fascinated by some evil spirit, and she could have a countermeasure.

After walking about half an hour on the mountain road, Liang saw that his son was indeed letting Ah Huang find food outside, so he turned around and entered Gu Niang Temple.

She hid behind a big tree and waited for a while but couldn't see her son coming out. She tightened the shoulder pole in her hand, tried her best to put her hands and feet as lightly as possible, and walked into the temple with fear.

It was getting closer, but she didn't hear any strange sounds.

Finally, he walked to the temple gate, and Liang, who was sweating for a cold sweat due to nervousness, leaned into it.

I saw my son leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

Without seeing the horrible scene in his imagination, Liang suddenly relaxed and cursed secretly: "Stupid brat, why are you not sleeping well? Why are you going to sleep in Gu Niang Temple again?"

After a smile, Liang, who was relieved, did not completely worry, actually did not fully expose his doubts. Therefore, she did not wake up Ping An immediately, but stayed outside the door and waited for Ping An to wake up naturally.

This wait took nearly two hours.

Liang saw Ping An wake up. He was happy, but he didn't rush to go in and ask clearly, but observed quietly without saying a word.

I didn't know that my mother was watching Ping'an outside the door, so she woke up in a dream, rubbed her eyes, leaned against the wall and recalled about an incense stick of time. When she remembered everything that happened in the dream, she took out a wooden shelf with wooden boards and pen, ink, paper and ink from behind.

He is now using the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Nie Xiaoqian asked to buy.

Ping An lays the paper, wears the black ink, licks the pen with a wolf's hair, takes a deep breath, and hangs the pen in the air for a few breaths, concentrates the pen.

Ping'an had wanted to practice writing on wooden boards as before. But Nie Xiaoqian warned him that practicing calligraphy on wooden boards was extremely poor, and he would develop bad bad habits of writing, which would not be worth the effort. So since Nie Xiaoqian's teachings, he began to practice writing on paper.

With Nie Xiaoqian teaching him step by step, he practiced in his dreams thousands of times. Although he forgot seven points in his dreams, he had subconsciously gained experience in writing. The meaning of that part of his word seemed to have penetrated into his bones.

Because paper is very expensive, he is still accustomed to pondering the structure of the characters in his mind before practicing calligraphy. The trend of the strokes and the style of the characters, so once he finishes his writing, it will be like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any stagnation and extremely smooth.

Ping An's mother Liang first stared at him when she woke up, and then took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he bought at some time and started writing. She was surprised. She couldn't help but approach and look.

Because Ping An was very focused when practicing calligraphy, even his mother had already walked behind her back and looked at her with a burning look, she didn't notice it.

Ping'an's grandfather was a juren. As a woman, Liang was unable to inherit his father's business. However, he also studied and learned to read.

She looked at the big words with confusion, square and grand, presented on white paper, with ink traces and looking very magical, but she didn't look like a nine-year-old boy who had not entered school and had never taught to write.

But such words appeared in front of you again.

Liang knew that his son had secretly read and practiced calligraphy. He accidentally picked up a book called "Youthful Learning Qionglin" by the river and felt like he was a treasure.

However, Chen's father passed away early, and the family of Liang's mother had already fallen into poverty and could not be supported by him. The mother and son depended on each other for their own sake, and the livelihood was extremely difficult, and food and clothing could barely be maintained. How could they have money to go to school?

Although Liang himself reads and reads, he is busy with work all day long and has no time to teach his son. He is happy to see that his son likes to study and can improve his ambition, but he can only let him go.

It was not until her son unexpectedly received a large gift of silver last year that she made plans in her mind, expecting that one or two years would be gone. When the limelight passed, her son was older and more sensible, so she sent him to a private school in the village for a few years.

If you can read something well, it is naturally excellent. If you don’t have the talent for reading, you will not be ignorant of people and be bullied in the matter of recognizing words.

But now it seems that his son is no longer Wu Xia Amon.

She couldn't believe that the words in front of her, which had a certain charm in her face would have been written by her son.

As he looked at this, Liang's eyes couldn't help but feel a little wet.

How could a mother not have the desire to become a talented person?

"Mom, when did you come?"

Perhaps Liang had been standing behind her for too long, and after practicing a piece of writing, Ping An felt a shadow behind her, so she turned around and saw her.

Seeing that his son's eyes were clear and bright, bright and bright, without a trace of evil-bearing, he immediately comforted him and asked with a smile: "Ping An, I can't find you, so I came here. This word is very well written. Who taught you to write it?"

Ping An got exaggerated by his mother, smiled happily, and said with a smile: "Sister Nie taught me."

"Sister Nie?" Liang was stunned. Within a few miles, she had never heard of a woman with knowledge of books and rituals and surnamed Nie.

"Yes, Sister Nie not only writes well, but also has high knowledge. Ping An feels that Mr. Lu in the school is not as good as Mr. Lu." Ping An answered without hesitation, "Ping An has now finished reading "Hundred Family Names", "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Classic". Sister Nie said that Ping An can read well and will soon be able to learn "The Analects of Confucius"."

Ping'an once secretly listened to the teacher in a private school teaching "The Analects of Confucius" in a private school, but he only listened to some of them thoroughly, and it was not considered a slight understanding.

"Which sister Nie is so knowledgeable?" Liang asked quickly. She was surprised that her son had finished reading "Hundred Family Names", "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Classic" in just one or two months, but she was even more curious about Sister Nie.

"Sister Fairy, Sister Nie is Sister Fairy." Ping An replied.

When Liang heard that his son mentioned that his fairy sister was the one mentioned, he was no longer as panicked as before when he heard those times. She calmed down and looked at the statue.

He noticed the safe movement of his mother and said, "Mom, Sister Nie is not willing to interact with others. If Sister Nie is not willing, you will not see her."

Liang, who had not seen anything, nodded. There are always some masters in this world who act very well. Judging from the current situation, this sister Nie is undoubtedly very good to her son. She gave her life and gave her silver, and taught her to read and write. No matter how she looks at it, it is a blessing but not a disaster.

After thinking about this, Liang figured it out, sighed in his heart, and said earnestly: "Ping An, since your sister Nie is kind to you, you must always remember the benefits of your sister Nie. In the future, come to the temple to burn incense and pray for your sister Nie. Do you know?"

Ping'an Zheng replied with a key head: "Mom, Ping'an saves it." (To be continued, please search Piaotian, the novel is better and faster!
Chapter completed!