my playful little fox

Chapter 183

Chu Jiuliu was taken aback by the name written in blood. Is this guy a fanatic?Or an idiot?
"As your fan! Brother Jiu! Your autograph! I must get it!" Shen Jianhan pulled out his little sword and placed it in front of Chu Jiuliu.

Chu Jiuliu glanced at it twice, how do you ask me to write such a small thing?
Of course, Shen Jianhan naturally understood Chu Jiuliu's silent look. He pinched his finger and waved it in the air, and the pocket sword turned into a sword as thick as an arm, which made Chu Jiuliu amazed.

"I said Xiao Jian, what kind of treasure are you?" Chu Jiuliu looked at it in surprise, as if he had forgotten that this guy was going to bleed himself.

When Shen Jianhan heard Xiaojian's name, he frowned first, and then said: "Actually, it's nothing, it's a three-type magic weapon, and it's not too expensive. It's just following me since childhood and being connected with my own blood." .”

Upon hearing this, Chu Jiuliu sighed, "What a sword! What a sword! What a sword!"

After hearing this, Mengmeng smiled and said, "Sure enough, it's a good sword! A good sword! This little sword, and that little sword! Both are good swords!"

Shen Jianhan looked at Mengmeng, such a cute little loli, why is she so unpopular at this moment?
As for what Chu Jiuliu said to Mengmeng, he had to raise his thumbs up, and exclaimed: "This is so philosophical! I admire it!"

After Shen Jianhan wiped his sweat and bit his finger, he smeared it on Chu Jiuliu's finger, and asked Chu Jiuliu to sign it on the sword.

Chu Jiuliu originally thought that he was going to bleed his own blood, so it seemed that it was okay!It's very humane.

So pretending to be a great writer, he also took the writing brush Shen Jianhan handed over, and when he stretched out his hand, he really looked like an old pedant.

One stroke at a time, Shen Jianhan looked at it from a distance, this movement, it was like a great writer was writing there!
However, after Chu Jiuliu finished writing a few strokes, he splashed ink and said, "It's done! Gift from Chu Jiuliu!"

Shen Jianhan picked up the sword nervously, when he saw Jiange, he was dumbfounded.

"This……"

Chu Jiuliu looked at it and asked suspiciously, "What happened?"

Mengmeng jumped in surprise, and clamored to see the question on the sword.

Shen Jianhan had no choice but to hand the sword to Mengmeng.

When Mengmeng saw it, she burst out laughing immediately.

"Hahaha! This word is written! It's so simple!"

Chu Jiuliu became angry from embarrassment: "It's nothing! Besides, I won't give you lunch!"

Mengmeng hurriedly covered her mouth, and still kept nodding and bowing there, showing how painful it was for her to hold back her laughter.

"That little sword! Is this signature ugly?"

Chu Jiuliu still asked in embarrassment. After all, it was the first time he signed autographs for fans. If he said this, if the font was ugly, it must be a very embarrassing thing.

"How about I write it again?" Chu Jiuliu asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jianhan had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, he raised his eyes and sighed: "Good calligraphy! Good calligraphy! Good calligraphy! Ninth Brother! You are really my idol! You can use such a crazy and unrestrained font! Write a Modern Simplified Chinese! This character simply inherits Zhang Daqian's vividness and Zhang Xu's wild cursiveness! It is really a model of cursive script!"

After being praised by Shen Jianhan, he really felt that the words he wrote were really interesting!Especially after using Shen Jianhan's writing brush, it seems that there is really a little rush.

"Are you serious? I was written by my classmates. I am useless! It is a disgrace to China for thousands of years!"

What Chu Jiuliu was talking about was doubts, and he also wanted to solicit the views of such a little Taoist priest who had studied traditional literature for many years on cultural literacy.

At this time, Shen Jianhan also seemed to believe that Chu Jiuliu's writing was a once-in-a-lifetime calligraphy!And nodded in praise, thinking that this is the existence of a great writer!
Chu Jiuliu was really a little embarrassed to be praised so much by this old brother, but at this time Mengmeng was told by Shen Jianhan, it seemed that he was laughing and wanting to foam.

Fortunately, Chu Jiuliu got his hands in time, so it didn't stop, and the little girl died in Huangquan.

"Everyone's little sword I wrote is good! You are still laughing!" Chu Jiuliu looked depressed. A little Taoist priest like Shen Jianhan who has read poetry and books can see it well. You, a rabbit who cultivated in the mountains , Can you recognize a basket of characters?
At this time, Mengmeng coughed twice, picked up the brush, and wrote a book on the table. Chu Jiuliu looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see what the word was.

When Shen Jianhan saw this word, his eyes were as if he saw the rebirth of the book sage!
"This word! It's really! It's beyond words! Girl! You are a natural master of calligraphy!" Shen Jianhan praised all kinds of things, and seemed to have forgotten Chu Jiuliu's wild cursive.

Chu Jiuliu was speechless, so he said, "That's good, but what kind of words are these?"

Chu Jiuliu is highly educated. Although he has a higher education, he is not good at writing and culture. How many of these cursive characters can he know?

"That, Brother Jiu! This is a word for 'dream', don't you recognize it?" Shen Jianhan looked at Chu Jiuliu strangely.

From Shen Jianhan's point of view, the person who can write such a long literary masterpiece that shocks the world and weeps ghosts and gods must be a person who has read poetry and books well, and his words are not as good as books, but he must be better than Su and Huang!

However, Chu Jiuliu is a grassroots person who knows the intrinsic value of these fonts, one head and two big, but he can't figure out what it is talking about.

"Brother Jiu, you are truly a genius! You don't know Zuanti! You can write simplified characters so superbly! You are really my idol!"

What Shen Jianhan said, Chu Jiuliu was speechless.

Chu Jiuliu couldn't laugh or cry, could this be regarded as flattery?Of course, forget it!However, it cannot be refuted.

"Little sword! Since I wrote it well, you should keep it well! Don't let anyone see it!" Chu Jiulu said, and told Shen Jianhan meaningfully.

And Shen Jianhan frowned at this moment, and said, "That Ninth Brother! Can you stop calling me Xiaojian?"

Chu Jiuliu was taken aback, and asked, "Then you want to call it Xiaojianjian? Or, Xiaoxiaojian?"

"Then what! Ninth brother! You should call me Xiaojian!"

Speaking of swords, Chu Jiuliu seemed to have misheard, and asked awkwardly, "How many? Xiaojian, your accent is wrong!"

Shen Jianhan was absolutely embarrassed at this moment, who doesn't know what that thing is?Chu Jiuliu can think of everything, this brain...

However, in front of idols, Shen Jianhan felt that such a small matter was simply a shining point!And said excitedly: "I like Brother Nine's style full of humor! I can't stand reading other people's books! It's because they write in a straight line! It's too unlike a story!"

Everyone has said that, what else can Chu Jiuliu say?I pretended to be better than myself, even with tears in my eyes, I still have to pretend!
　It's three o'clock, I caught a cold today, it's raining in Zhengzhou, I'm not in good health, and I'm having stomach troubles again, I'm sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)