Qiu Shui suddenly found something in a book, she walked up to Wen Ran curiously, and asked curiously: "Is this the magic weapon for you to ascend to the Immortal Mansion?"

What is drawn on the page is a dark golden pestle that looks like it is made of metal, but this pestle is wrapped with red silk thread, this red is like the color of blood.

Wen Ran thought for a while, then said, "It seems to be changing one life for another."

Qiu Shui was puzzled, "Such a vulgar and easy-to-understand name?"

Wen Ran said: "This kind of thing is used for exchanging blood. It is said that people of our ancestor's generation got it by chance. Although it can save people, it can also kill people, so this thing is sealed in the Fengwu Pavilion."

Although Dengxian Mansion is not richer than Cangyuan Valley, as the sect of cultivating immortals with the longest history, it has the deepest background among many sects. In the so-called Fengwu Pavilion, there are many harmful magic weapons sealed.

Zangyuangu is best at making things, and Qiushui is also good at making things. She has never seen such a thing as "one life for one life" before, and she was a little interested for a while.

She took this "Instrumental Book" and asked Wen Ran a lot of things, and she didn't know if it would provide inspiration for her to make things later.

Books in the Book Collection Pavilion can only be borrowed by disciples of the sect. Qiu Shui hastily read "The Book of Instruments", and then left the Book Collection Pavilion with Wen Ran.

Qiu Shui still needs to drink medicine, so he went back to the medicine garden with Little Bai first.

Wen Ran dragged Shen Wu to sit on the stone bench in his yard.

She placed the three books she brought out on the stone table, and then took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and laid them out in front of him one by one.

Shen Wu glanced at the things on the table one by one, he was like a good baby, looking at this pile of cultural people's things, his back was not straight, his hands were on his knees, and he looked very cautious.

He asked cautiously: "Ran Ran...don't we endorse?"

"I know you have a good memory, so we won't endorse the book today." Wen Ran sat beside him with a serious expression, "Stand up straight."

Shen Wu subconsciously sat up straight, but there was still no confidence in his dark eyes.

Wen Ran said: "The exam is not as simple as memorizing memorization, but also writing and answering the questions. If you don't know how to..."

"Ran Ran, I will!" He suddenly seemed unwilling to admit defeat, but also unwilling to admit defeat, looking at her very stubbornly, "I will."

Wen Ran was silent for a while, and then she curled her lips into a smile, "Of course, we Shen Jiaojiao can do everything, but I can't, what should I do?"

As she said that, she became distressed, and sighed, "If my handwriting is not good-looking, I will definitely be punished by the teacher. Forget it, I will definitely be laughed at by others. I want to practice handwriting, but I do it alone. The words are so boring..."

He looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table unhappily, but when he saw Wen Ran who was distressed by this, he pursed his lips and said, "I will practice calligraphy with Ran Ran."

He hates practicing calligraphy, but if it is for her, he is willing to do annoying things.

How could Wen Ran not see what he dislikes after playing with him for so long?

Her heart softened, "Shen Jiaojiao, let's play a new game today, shall we?"

"new game?"

She nodded, "We are better at writing than anyone else, and we don't make mistakes."

There was light in his eyes, "Can the winner make the loser do one thing?"

"Yes, but you can't do excessive things!"

Shen Wu pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay, I won't let Ran Ran do anything excessive."

Although he spoke very well, when he picked up the pen to write, it was another scene.

It took him a long time to copy the contents of the first page of a book, but the black words were crooked on the white paper, and the lines were thick and thin, which was really appalling.

Wen Ran remembered the first words she wrote when she was a child, and they seemed to be better than what he wrote.

In fact, the moment Shen Wu picked up the pen and put it down, he was very uneasy. Now, looking at Wen Ran holding the paper he wrote on, she didn't speak for a while, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

His fingers were scratching at the edge of the stone table unconsciously, and the fingernails of his index fingers were worn with uneven nicks.

His hand was suddenly held.

Shen Wu's eyes trembled, and he didn't dare to look at her.

Wen Ran said: "At first glance, this word is really bad!"

He wanted to blink, but he didn't dare to blink, because he was afraid that water would fall out.

"However, if you look closely, the feeling will be different. This style is unrestrained and natural, with free and unfettered gestures. Those deliberately written and well-formed words seem to be the same, but Shen Jiaojiao's words are even more heavenly and earthly. Unconstrained, unique, unique, unique.”

Shen Wu quietly lowered his eyes to look at her, and asked in a low voice, "Really?"

"Of course it's true!" She nodded heavily and asked him dissatisfiedly, "When did I lie to you?"

There was joy in his eyebrows again, as if he had eaten the sweetest candy in the world, "Well, Ran Ran didn't lie to me."

"Shen Jiaojiao, let's change our game." Wen Ran stuck to his side and said with a smile, "It's just better than whoever writes, then I'm sure to lose, it's better for us to imitate whoever can. The person who imitates the opponent's handwriting well wins, so what?"

He said, "Okay."

"Then I'll show you my calligraphy first." Wen Ran copied the calligraphy on a page of the book. Although it wasn't as famous as the famous one, it was also a beautiful small-style hairpin. She put the paper in front of him, "Just write it down. Try this."

Shen Wu was very obedient, he picked up the pen again, and every time before writing, he had to look carefully at her brushwork, so he wrote very slowly.

When the wind blows, a strand of the young man's broken hair hangs down the side of his face, blurring a ray of light, but he doesn't care at all, or maybe he is too focused and doesn't notice it at all.

Occasionally, when she raised her eyes and blinked, her long eyelashes also moved slightly, like the wings of a butterfly flapping lightly, and the breeze it brought blew into her heart.

He is really nice.

Wen Ran watched him gradually fall into a trance. After a while, she stretched out her hand and pinned the strand of his hair behind his ear. When he looked over, she kissed it.

Shen Wu opened his lips subconsciously, so that she could kiss more deeply.

This has become their habit, they don't need to ask why, and they don't need to say anything more. Occasionally, an unknown little detail can make them like each other more.

She seemed to catch a small butterfly with a gust of wind.

He didn't know the secret joy in her heart, but he rejoiced at the intimacy she gave him.

When the kiss was over, there were two more small fruits in her hand.

The fruit exchanged for a kiss, and he still remembered this equation firmly.

However, he used to give a lot, but he has recently learned to be smart and knows that he can use two fruits for a kiss, so that the fruits he picks can be used for a long time.

Wen Ran ate his fruit, she stood up and held his hand, "Shen Jiaojiao, I'll teach you to write in the way I hold a pen, okay?"

He pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay."

She corrected the way he was holding the pen, and led him to write slowly, stroke by stroke, his hand was a little stiff and a little nervous.

Finally, he couldn't help but said softly, "My handwriting is not good-looking, it doesn't matter if Ran Ran hits me."

Wen Ran's expression froze.

He raised his face, and the smile on the corner of his lips was too careful, "Ran Ran, don't be impatient with me, okay?"

For some reason, Wen Ran's nose was a little sour. She tilted her head and wiped her eyes, then looked at him again, extending her fingers to expand the smile on his lips into a sunny arc.

"Shen Jiaojiao, Ran Ran will never lose patience with you, because the person Ran Ran hurts the most is you, remember?"

He smiled contentedly, "Remember."