Why are there so many Qiushui? Wen Ran can’t answer many of them. For example, she doesn’t know why the hero says he doesn’t love the heroine, but also has sex with the heroine, because it’s an old abusive novel. A must-have trick.

Since she is determined to write a bloody masterpiece, this kind of plot is of course indispensable.

But this bloody way is too exciting for readers in this world, and it is too addictive!

Qiu Shui opened his eyes wide and asked, "What about the plot later?"

"I have not decided yet."

Qiu Shui sighed, and suddenly felt that everything had become dull.

Wen Ran smiled and said: "Didn't the bookstore keep sending me letters before, asking me to write out the rest of the content quickly? Qiushui, I handed over the manuscript to you, so please take me to pass it on."

Qiu Shui propped his chin with one hand, let out a listless "Oh".

Shen Wu suddenly said: "Ran Ran, it's getting late."

Little Bai asked curiously: "Wen Ran, what are you going to do?"

Wen Ran said: "We have to go to the morning class, Qiushui, you and Little Bai have a good rest here. If you have anything, you can come to me."

Qiu Shui was still thinking about the story of Venerable Ruthless and the purple clothed girl tormenting her heart, and she nodded casually when she heard the words.

Wen Ran and Shen Wu left the courtyard and headed for Tai Chi Square. The disciples of Dengxian Mansion would practice their swords in Tai Chi Square every morning. The handsome boys and girls were all standing together in fluttering white clothes. , the scene is indeed beautiful.

Some diligent disciples came here before dawn, and those like Wen Ran who didn't wait until the last moment to come were only a minority.

Luo Huai was stimulated by Shen Wu in the morning, and now he is practicing sword practice vigorously among the crowd.

Yan Qing had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, and his sword dancing movements were not so neat.

Wen Ran asked curiously: "Second Senior Brother, did you not rest last night?"

Yan Qing sighed deeply, "Third Martial Uncle, she..."

"What happened to third uncle?"

Yan Qing seemed to be ten years old, and his words were weak, "Third Master Uncle wanted to eat glutinous rice balls sold at the foot of the mountain in the middle of the night. The fan in the middle of the night..."

Wen Ran felt deeply sympathetic, "Second Senior Brother, you have worked hard."

Yan Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, but couldn't even smile, such a good young man would be tortured to the point of being out of shape by the third uncle.

"Ran Ran." Shen Wu whispered in her ear, "Let me teach you how to practice sword."

What Wen Ran loves most is laziness, and the sword dance is just a gesture. She shook her head, "No."

She has always known that she has no talent in swordsmanship.

Many disciples think that Wen Ran is a reckless person, because Wen Ran is with Shen Wu, and she can see how the perfect senior brother makes moves at a closer distance, but Wen Ran's mind is not on practicing swords at all, but why? The position next to Shen Wu can only be occupied by her.

On the other side, Qin Susu was also there, but because of amnesia, her every move seemed a little slow, and she was acting entirely according to her body's instinct.

I don't know which disciple said: "Junior Sister Qin, the way you use this move is all wrong. I remember that the best master of this sword move is the elder brother. Why don't you go ask the elder brother for advice. Didn’t you also ask senior brother for advice before?”

Since the news of Qin Susu's brave and fearless "sacrifice" of herself spread, many people now have a lot of changes in their views of her when they see her back.

After hearing what the disciple said, Qin Susu couldn't help looking at the most conspicuous boy in the crowd for help.

Wen Ran hurriedly turned around, posing as a charming little daughter, grabbed Shen Wu's hand and said, "Senior brother, I can't practice this sword skill well, you teach me, okay?"

Shen Wu blinked.

Wen Ran stomped her foot, changed her face, stared at him fiercely, "Do you teach?"

Shen Wu only felt a cold wind blowing from behind him, his desire to survive was very strong, he grabbed her sword-holding hand and raised it, he took her to raise the sword, and patiently said: "Ran Ran, when the sword is retracted, Don't pull back too quickly, take your time, it's not easy to hurt yourself."

Even with Shen Wu's one-on-one tutoring, Wen Ran couldn't learn it overnight.

But the jade-like young man was not impatient at all. He took the trouble to teach her the most basic things, such as drawing out the sword and retracting the sword.

Sometimes when the wind ruffled the hairband on the girl's black hair, he would stretch out his hand and gently straighten her hairband, while also tidying up her slightly messy forehead hair.

A certain male disciple expressed the emotion in everyone's heart, "I am so envious of Junior Sister..."

Qin Susu pursed her lips and said, "Senior Sister Wen is taught by senior brother, but she doesn't make much progress in her moves."

"Junior Sister Qin, you don't understand this. Junior sister is guarded by a senior brother, and it doesn't matter whether the swordsmanship has improved or not." Luo Huai was the one who spoke, and he said seriously: "If I have a senior brother like this, it doesn't matter." People guard every day, even if I become an ordinary person with no power, I would like to!"

Luo Huai's words actually attracted the nods of many senior brothers.

Qin Susu's eyelids jumped.

It was probably because of amnesia that everyone was unfamiliar. She couldn't help but think, did the group of senior brothers worship the senior brother too much?

But it is undeniable that when Qin Susu looked at Wen Ran who could be patiently treated by Shen Wu, a feeling of envy arose in her heart.

Li Jiaoxi, who was in charge of supervising the morning classes of the disciples, came over. He blew his beard and stared, "Before the break, let me move!"

Everyone hurriedly retracted their wandering gazes.

It was the first time in history that Wen Ran practiced swords so seriously, her hands were sore. As soon as the morning class was over, she couldn't wait to drag Shen Wu away from the sun-lit Tai Chi Square and walked to a shaded place.

Wen Ran touched her face, "It's over, I won't get tanned, right?"

Shen Wu blocked her from the sun with his hands, "Don't be afraid, Ran Ran, even if you become dark skinned, I will still like you."

"...That's fine." She couldn't imagine herself being African.

The people in the square were almost gone, but Qin Susu was still practicing the most basic swordsmanship under the scorching sun.

It was the same before, Qin Susu was not the most talented among female disciples, but he must be the hardest.

Wen Ran raised her head and looked at Shen Wu without blinking.

He saw her scalp tingling, "Ran Ran, what's the matter?"

"Do you want to teach her swordsmanship?"

He was puzzled, "I don't want to, why are you asking this?"

"In the past, when you saw that she was so serious, you would always come over and give some pointers. If I asked you to play with me, you said I was making trouble without reason."

Shen Wu held her hand, "Ran Ran, I like to play with you."

Wen Ran shook it back, and she smiled, "After class today, I'll accompany you to pick fruit."

There was light in his black eyes, "Ran Ran, you are so kind!"

Wen Ran raised her eyebrows and decided to kiss him quietly when she walked to a place where no one was around.

Well, she confirmed once again that she likes Shen Wu like this.