Early in the morning, He Changzai put on his clothes, came out of Tian Yao's room, stretched his waist, breathed a breath of fresh air, and sighed:

"This room in the middle of the house is really wonderful!"

Immediately afterwards, He Changzai walked to the door of his room, woke up Ren Yingying, and took her up the mountain to see the flowers planted outside the bamboo house.

On the way, He Changzai said to Ren Yingying:

"This life is very short, why indulge in the whirlpool of hatred, unable to extricate yourself, I told you yesterday to let go, do you understand?"

Ren Yingying said coldly: "If you don't take revenge, you won't be angry, you won't eat well, and you won't sleep well...... I'm sorry brother, and I'm even more sorry for myself!"

He Changzai asked, "I don't know if you've watched the Heaven and Dragon Slayer?"

Ren Yingying frowned slightly, and replied, "I've seen it, what's wrong!"

He Chang said in a deep voice: "Look at Zhang Wuji inside, his parents were forced to death by various sects, aren't he still a kind-hearted person, this is the chivalrous spirit that a martial artist should have...... Besides, Mu Zhigui is dead, why do you want to involve the grudge on a little girl!"

Ren Yingying smacked her lips, wanting to say something, but couldn't say it.

After a short time, the two went up the mountain.

He Changzai glanced at Wang Min, who was sweeping the bamboo forest.

Then, with a homemade wooden shower, I took mountain spring water and watered the flowers in the bonsai outside the house, looking very comfortable.

Murong heard the movement, came out of the bamboo house, and after seeing Ren Yingying, he couldn't help but show timidity on his face, and hid behind He Chang.

Ren Yingying saw Murong's ignorant look, and remembered that she was a child, and she couldn't bear to do it.

He Changzai said to Murong: "Girl, go back to the bamboo house and find your sister Han Shuang!"

Murong Chong He Changzai nodded and ran back to the bamboo house.

He Changzai handed the shower in his hand to Ren Yingying and said:

"Come, water these flowers, and experience life!"

Ren Yingying pursed her lips and said disdainfully:

"Although these flowers are beautiful and beautiful, they grow in this mountain wilderness, and the flowers bloom and fall, and no one cares about them...... I don't have time to do anything worthless!"

He Changzai smiled indifferently, "Zhilan was born in a deep valley, and she is not fragrant without people...... Everything in this world is not judged by value, more often, whether to do something or not depends more on the mood!"

Ren Yingying snorted coldly, "You flowers, growing in the deep mountains, its fate is doomed...... No matter how beautiful it is, what's the use of no one appreciating it, it's just a life of flowers blooming and failing, and being nameless!"

何常在 says:

"Then what if I can sell this flower for its due value!"

Ren Yingying frowned slightly, and thought, "I can promise you a condition!"

"You won't trouble Murong in the future, how about it!"

"Then what if you lose!"

"I'll let you go, and if you do something to Murong in the future, I will never interfere!"

"Okay, but these flowers of yours must be sold for 300,000 yuan a pot!"

"It's a deal!"

After He Chang said a word, he took Han Shuang's pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and Youxian poems to help him pack up into the bamboo house.

I picked two pots of fine gentleman's orchid and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Ren Yingying scratched her head and said with a puzzled expression:

"Aren't you going to sell orchids, why do you go up the mountain!"

He Changzai said indifferently: "There are wooden kites on the top of Nanshan Mountain, and there will be tourists going up the mountain to watch every day, although the number is not large, but as far as these two pots of orchids are concerned, they can be easily sold!"

Ren Yingying pursed her lips, obviously not optimistic about He Changzai.

It didn't take long for the two to go up the mountain.

He Chang is putting two pots of simple, quiet, elegant and fresh orchids, one white and one yellow, on the mountain and let them soak up the sun.

He spread the rice paper on the ground, put the ink into the inkstone, and studied it with ink strips.

Opened the poem of Youxian, was silent, dipped the pen in ink, and copied it.

Last night, Ren Yingying was drunk.

But in a daze, she still heard some voices from next door that made her feel red and blushing.

Now, Ren Yingying looks at what He Changzai is writing, not excited, gentle and elegant, and has a kind of free and easy words.

With a look of surprise on his face, he couldn't believe that this thing could be written by a dissolute person like him.

Just when He Chang was immersed in copying the poems of the immortals, he couldn't extricate himself.

A burly, unshaven man and a slender woman with a water snake waist and a charming face went up the mountain.

The two of them saw He Changzai and Ren Yingying at a glance, and couldn't help but speak.

"Brother Wei, you see someone writing over there, let's go and take a look!"

"Xu Fan, let's go, look at what this kid wrote!"

While talking, the two walked to He Chang's side.

Wei Yue looked at the words He Chang was writing, smiled, and exclaimed:

"Young man, the handwriting is good, do you sell words?"

He Chang stopped writing, put it on the inkstone, looked up at Wei Yue, and said indifferently: "Writing is just a hobby, just to calm down, don't sell, I sell these two pots of Junzi Orchid in front of me...... You buy my Junzi Lan, I can give you a painting!"

Xu Fan walked to Jun Zilan, squatted down, sniffed, and exclaimed:

"Brother Wei, this flower is so beautiful and fragrant, buy a pot!"

Although Wei Yue is a big old man, he looks at this gentleman's orchid, it is indeed beautiful, not only the flowers are beautiful, but even the flower pots are also very beautiful.

So, looking at He Changzai, he asked:

"How much does a pot of your flowers cost!"

He Changzai said calmly: "A pot of 300,000 yuan, refuse to bargain!"

Wei Yue looked surprised, opened his mouth wide, couldn't help but gasp, and said: "Boy, I heard it right, a pot of orchids costs 300,000, it's too dark, why don't you grab it!"

Xu Fan on the side echoed, "Yes, although your flower is beautiful, but in the final analysis, this is just a flower, and it is not made of golden branches and jade leaves, I think thirty-one pots are about the same!"

Ren Yingying saw that two people finally came, and it was too expensive, so she was a little happy in her heart.

At the same time, there are some gains and losses.

I don't know if He Chang loses, whether he can get a hand on the little girl Murong.

He Chang looked at Wei Yue and said sincerely:

"A penny, a penny, my thing, in order to bet with the girl next to me, is already being sold cheaply...... There aren't many opportunities, what you buy is what you earn!"

Wei Yue looked at He Changzai, with a look of disdain, and spoke:

"Boy, you won't be crazy about money, this year, what fool will spend 300,000 yuan to buy a pot of flowers!"

Xu Fan sneered: "It is said that the countryside is black-hearted and has never seen the world, but I didn't expect you to be so black, you actually have a pot of flowers, dare to open your mouth, and ask for a sky-high price of 300,000 yuan, it's really whimsical!"

At this moment, a girl of medium stature, wearing a floral skirt, with a delicate appearance, giving people a sense of ice and snow intelligence, went up the mountain.