"I probably can't help but see."

Dan Tai Yuping swam around Wu Yonglin and Zhuge Wolong for a long time, and kept squinting his eyes and waiting carelessly for the end of the conversation between the two. Zhuge Wolong felt that his heartfelt words had just been completely in vain. He angrily carried his account book and left. When he left, he left anger: "Are you destined to fall into a woman's hands in this life?"

"Young man, please order your money. This is only once, and I will not be the case. After today, I will go into seclusion and become a monk."

Wu Yonglin never thought that Yue Ling'er and Yin Lengshuang would be defeated by a cash box at the same time. They are now almost always happy to count the gold, silver, tortoise, agate and other dazzling stones inside, almost inseparable from these treasures. Wu Yonglin also gave Dan Tai Yuping a box with a size number, but it surprised Wu Yonglin and Yue Ling'er and Yin Lengshuang were overjoyed.

Yes, Dan Tai Yuping gave the small box to these two future sisters without blinking. The force of bribing people made Wu Yonglin amazed, but she left a deep impression on Wu Yonglin: "Didn't you tell me about venture capital? This is venture capital. It won a huge profit and lost all its money. Use a cash box to bet on the future that is within reach. No matter how you look at this business, you think I made a profit."

After seeing Zhuge Wolong walk away with a sensible look, Dan Tai Yuping immediately seized the position where Zhuge Wolong was and came up to ask, "What did Zhuge Wolong mutter to you just now? I just saw him look like he was so angry that he was not strong."

"He called me to go to Mount Wutai to be a monk."

"If you dare to do this, I will build a temple next to you to be a nun."

"It's good that way. In the future, we will meet one on the side of the ladder and the other on the ladder. We will envy the monks and nuns around us, so that they can't stop a pair of lovers who share their hearts."

"Will you never be able to reborn or give birth to the underworld?"

"You've been paid back in this life, and you're going to go to the next life?"

Dan Tai Yuping looked at the sky carefully, fearing that the words that were rebellious just now were heard by the gods in the sky. Since she saw Wu Yonglin sending a group of bandits to heaven with those dark iron-shelled gunpowder bullets, she increasingly believed that the so-called legends seemed to be true and true. Out of the confidentiality of gunpowder bullets, Wu Yonglin did not tell the truth to Dan Tai Yuping. Now this girl seems much timid than before, and she is a little worried all day long and suspicious. No matter how Wu Yonglin promotes atheism to her, she has always been determined to believe that there are definitely some gods flying around in the sky in this world.

"Let's talk softly in the future. What story did you tell me last time about flying with a sword is quite interesting. Why don't you continue?"

Wu Yonglin could not resist Dan Tai Yuping, so he had to start a fantasy journey between the two again: "Li Xiaoyao one day"

The wonderful time of the afternoon was rumbling, and the other person was slid away from his fingers, and when he was immersed in his ears, Dan Tai Yuping seemed to have infinite fantasies about the sky, and would always say a yearning for it: "How great would it be if I could fly to the sky in the future and learn from those fairy swordsmen to fly around."

"This is not impossible, but it's just."

"Can you always speak hesitantly? Can you send me to heaven? I agree to all the excessive requests you made."

"In fact, this is enough." Wu Yonglin took out an iron-shelled bullet from his arms and stared at Dan Tai Yuping maliciously. The little girl immediately fled far away, fearing that this thing would suddenly explode and cause harm to the fish in the pond.

"If you are a good person, I will accompany you as a good person. If you are a bad person, I will accompany you as a bad person. But this thing is left to yourself."

After Dan Tai Yuping finished speaking, he ran away without a trace in a flash, and a giggle came from the wind.

"Can you really make people fly into the sky?" Zhuge Wolong appeared in front of him at some point in time. It seemed that he had eavesdropped on the entire conversation between Wu Yonglin and Dan Tai Yuping.

Wu Yonglin stared at him angrily, and said unhappily to him who seemed to be increasingly disrespectful to him: "In Dali Country, I have taught someone how to achieve it."

"You are hopeless. How can such an important secret be used as a joke? If one day the nobles of Dali Kingdom fly to us on a flying sword, wouldn't our people be slaughtered?"

"Then I'll pole them down with a bamboo pole."

"There's no other way?"

"The mountain man has his own tricks, and the hermit is secretly secret."

At dusk, by the river several meters wide, the whole team stopped to camp and stayed overnight. For a while, they were catching fish, burying the pot and making rice, and the sound of chopping firewood and washing vegetables was filled with ears. In a while, smoke was curling, fragrance was rising, and the sound of people was rushing, which added some wild areas to the wind and open sleeping along the way.

After dinner, Wu Yonglin walked around the camp to sanitize the food, and then got into a carriage that would not be disturbed. He silently lit a wind lamp, spread a piece of rice paper, and after holding a rabbit-haired brush ink on the inkstone plate, he began to whisper with a serious expression. Wu Yonglin, who held the pen, suddenly seemed to have changed his body. He saw his body move slightly, his fingertips swim and phoenix, walking like the wind. In an instant, four "rare" big words flying dragons and phoenixes were presented on the rice paper. The ink was invaded and dispersed, showing a special beauty. Wu Yonglin carefully pondered the notes on Wu Bo's letter, and found that his character had its own appearance. After it was invisible, he kneaded the written rice paper into a ball, threw it in the corner casually, and continued the next round of copying.

Wang Xizhi, known as the "Sage of Calligraphy", in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, began practicing calligraphy at the age of seven in order to write his beautiful and fluent calligraphy fonts. There is a pool at the door of Wang Xizhi's house, and he would wash his brushes here every time he practiced his calligraphy. After twenty years, every day, he washed the originally clear pool in front of the door black. Then people turned the pool into a "Ink Pool". Although the hand character Wu Bo seems to be far from the brush path of the "Sage of Calligraphy", the tip of the brush is the same as that of Wu Bo's brush. When the brush is shifted, he suddenly changes direction at a point.
Chapter completed!