When Song Hongli saw this, he could not help but sigh.
How was this stupid? It was simply stupid.
He was obviously very talented in sword and fist practice, but his reading and writing skills were enough to make him half to death.
Every time, he would teach on the first day and forget most of it on the second day. His memory was only a little better than a fish's!
Fortunately, Song Hongli was very patient. The main thing was that he had nothing to do all day. The cultivation world didn't have all kinds of entertainment facilities for him to kill time like the modern world.
Other than cultivating, Song Hongli really couldn't find anything else to do to pass the time.
Thus, Song Hongli patiently read it over and over again until Song Qinglian could recognize and memorize the words.
It was still early in the morning in the courtyard outside the main hall.
The wind was cold, and the pear blossom petals drifted with the wind. They spun in the air for a while before falling to the ground.
On the stone table under the pear blossom tree, there was a young girl with a cute and innocent posture. She was dressed in white, and her body was gentle. Her slender jade-like white hair was held on her right upper arm.
There was a large piece of white paper on the stone table. The girl's eyelashes were slightly lowered as she stared at the white paper seriously.
Her black hair was casually tied up behind her head, and her snow-white neck was beautifully curved. Occasionally, one or two pear blossoms would fall on her head or body.
The clothes were blown up by the wind. From afar, it looked like an immortal had descended to the mortal world.
Song Hongli stood at the side and quietly watched Little Qing Lian's delicate posture.
As expected of the female lead. She was really too cute and beautiful. She wondered why the villain wanted to kill her.
However, when Song Hongli's gaze landed on the words on the white paper, the corner of his eyes twitched.
It was really too ugly.
Compared to three years ago, there was no improvement at all!
Not only was it soft and without any strength of character, but the words it wrote were also crooked, just like a child who had just learned how to write.
Sometimes, Song Hongli even wanted to persuade Song Qinglian to give up on learning calligraphy.
After all, breaking through the void and becoming an immortal did not require one to know how to write.
However, every time he wanted to say this, he would see Song Qinglian's sparkling eyes and hardworking attitude. Song Hongli felt that he couldn't say it.
Sigh, as expected, I'm still too kind.
Song Hongli praised himself.
"Master, do you think I've improved this time?”After writing a word, Song Qinglian put down her brush and tilted her head to look at Song Hongli.
Song Qinglian's slender and fair neck was exposed because of this movement. Her black hair stuck to her cheek, and her big black eyes seemed to be able to speak with anticipation.
Song Hongli wanted to say something ugly, but he swallowed his words. The corner of his mouth twitched and he forced a smile."I've improved a little since last time."
Although he really wanted to tell the truth, how could he dampen Little Qing Lian's enthusiasm?
On the other side, when Song Qinglian heard this, a bright and happy smile appeared on her face. Her cheeks were red as if she had put on rouge."Master, I will continue to work hard.”
Song Hongli felt like crying when he heard this.
My dear disciple, it's better not to work hard and give up.
However, he could not say this out loud.
Song Hongli nodded in admiration and gave her a gentle smile of praise."Yes, perseverance is the most important thing in life. Otherwise, no matter how talented you are, it's useless, especially when it comes to the great path of cultivation.”
Song Qinglian nodded solemnly and said firmly,""Master, I will."
Song Hongli walked forward and stood behind Song Qinglian, spreading his arms.
He wrapped his arms around Song Qinglian's back and leaned against her back. He held his hand that was holding the brush and led her to slowly write the word she had just practiced on the white paper.
Song Qinglian's body was a little tense at first, but she soon relaxed.
On the other side, Song Hongli did not take his actions to heart. After all, his current identity was the master of the main character.
Just like how primary school students would be very nervous when facing their teachers, it was normal for the female lead to be like this.
Master's body smells so good.
With this thought in mind, Song Qinglian quietly leaned her upper body backward, pulling her body that was still a few millimeters away from fitting closer, completely pressing her back against Song Hongli.
The faint cold fragrance from her master's body entered her nose from Song Hongli's body.
Song Hongli's hand that was holding her was also as thin and white as a woman's. Under the faint sunlight, it was as beautiful as a white jade, and the touch was extremely comfortable.
Song Qinglian's breathing quickened as she looked at the hand that was pressing against her, her eyes darkening.
After writing that word, Song Hongli let go of Song Qinglian's hand and walked to the side.
On the other side, Song Qinglian looked at her empty back and the warm body that had left her back. She couldn't help but gently bite her lower lip.
"Alright, write according to me."
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