Feng Wushuang smiled, didn't say anything, only felt tired, if it weren't for the hunger in his belly, he would have been tired and fell asleep!

The old drunkard Lei Dongtian took a sip of wine but looked at Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, and said: "The dead thief didn't see it, Long Feiyun, this bastard actually sold us off, if Lao Tzu wasn't sore, he would definitely kick this kid's ass hard!"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, smiled and said, "Dead drunkard, I feel a little painful when you say this!"

The old drunkard thundered the sky and said: "Lao Tzu said that he wanted to kick Long Feiyun's ass, and it was not your kid's, what does your kid hurt?"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, said: "Why don't you understand, old drunkard?"

As soon as the words of Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, came out, not only aroused the curiosity of the old drunkard, but even the tired Feng Wushuang was in high spirits, and he was also a little more curious, only Long Feiyun smiled slightly, and seemed to have already known what Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, was going to say!

The old drunkard Lei Dongtian took a sip of wine and said impatiently: "How can the dead thief learn from Long Feiyun's bastard, the words are not clear, Lao Tzu is not a roundworm in your stomach, where to understand!"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, sighed, and said with a helpless expression: "Dead drunkard, have you ever seen Long Feiyun have too much money on him?"

The old drunkard Lei shook his head and said, "Long Feiyun, this bastard, has too much money, even if he does, it won't be too much, otherwise why does this bastard Long Feiyun always rub my wine and drink!"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, said: "That's right! Long Feiyun, this bastard, since he has no money, he invited all the painters in Yongcheng to come, do you know that the painters in Yongcheng have to have eight hundred if there are not a thousand, this kid must have no money for others, although I don't know what Long Feiyun is going to do, but I have a hunch, this money must be from Lao Tzu, you say that Lao Tzu's flesh hurts or not!"

The old drunkard Lei Dongtian took a sip of wine and scratched his head and said: "Dead thief, you still have a pain in your flesh, who let you be the biggest rich man between us! And you met Long Feiyun again, I think you can only think that you are unlucky, and this old man can't think of any way to help you!"

Long Feiyun's eyes lit up and he said seriously: "Dead thief, if you are reluctant to pay this money, I have a way, but I am afraid that you are not thick-skinned enough and refuse to agree!"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, said: "Lao Tzu's skin is not thick, but with your kid, his skin is also much thicker than others, what can you do, as long as you can save money for Lao Tzu, it doesn't hurt to make Lao Tzu thicker!"

Long Feiyun said: "Dead thief, you really want to know!"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, said: "Of course, since you kid can cheat me, of course Lao Tzu can also trap others!"

Long Feiyun said: "Really!"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, said: "Of course it's true!"

Long Feiyun said: "That's good! Since the dead thief feels that the money is spent, why don't you beg Shuang'er, and let Shuang'er pay you back in the future!"

As soon as Long Feiyun's words came out, the old drunkard Lei Dongtian and Feng Wushuang couldn't help laughing, and they both heard that Long Feiyun was teasing Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings!

You must know that although Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, spends money, he is a little stingy, but if Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, is asked for money from Feng Wushuang, Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, is thick-skinned, and he is afraid that he can't do it!

After a while, Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, glanced at Long Feiyun and said: "Long Feiyun, you bastard, deliberately tricking me, you kid wait, when you marry Shuang'er one day, Lao Tzu won't steal your clothes and let you get out of the room!"

Long Feiyun looked at Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, with a look of joy and fearlessness, and laughed!

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he had been kicked in the ass!

Feng Wushuang feigned anger and said: "Brother Meng, this is your fault, it is Brother Long who offended you, why do you want to involve me?"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, was speechless, and smiled awkwardly, and that look made Long Feiyun and the three of them laugh!

Laugh!

No matter what kind of setbacks a person experiences, as long as he can still laugh, then this person will definitely stand up!

Laugh!

It can also instantly drive away all the gloom and rekindle hope for everyone!

Laugh!

Definitely the best medicine and one of the most beautiful expressions of human beings!

After Long Feiyun and the others had eaten and changed their clothes, it didn't take long for the hall on the first floor of the Gaosheng Inn to be full of people, and there was a lot of greetings!

After a while, the high boss of the Gaosheng Inn came to knock on the door and told him that the painters he was looking for had already come, and he didn't know what else to order!

Long Feiyun told the high boss of the Gaosheng Inn to bring the three painters up first!

After a while, the boss of the Gaosheng Inn took three painters into the room, and saw that each painter was about fifty years old, looking like an old pedant, and his expression was full of a sense of innocence!

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, and Lei Dongtian, the old drunkard, didn't know what medicine was sold in Long Feiyun's gourd, so they just stared at Long Feiyun with big eyes!

I saw Long Feiyun first bow to the three painters, and then smiled slightly: "I'm tired of the three gentlemen, I really have something to ask for, I hope to agree, as for the honorarium, it is absolutely generous!"

Seeing Long Feiyun's respectful attitude, one of the painters also smiled slightly: "I don't know what the distinguished guest has to use us, you might as well tell us first, and see if we can do it, and then talk about the honorarium!"

Long Feiyun took out a neat stack of paper from his bosom, slowly opened it, and saw that it was the map of the valley drawn by Mr. Wen, and then Long Feiyun's eyes lit up and he smiled slightly: "Several of them are masters of painting, each of them only needs to copy ten of these pictures according to this picture, and then write the picture of the Zhuge Gang General Altar on each painting, and that's it! As for the honorarium, every ten paintings can get fifty taels of silver, what do the three think?"

The painter who spoke first said: "It's so simple, but the honorarium given by the distinguished guest seems to be much higher than in the past, so the noble guest is afraid that he will suffer!"

Long Feiyun said: "It's okay, it's okay, the three of you can copy it immediately, and then take the copied drawings and go downstairs to hand them over to other artists downstairs to copy them together, I don't know how long it will take!"

The painter replied, "Everyone has a different feeling of painting, but if one person paints ten pictures, even if it is slow, it will be almost an hour, not to mention that the honorarium given by the distinguished guests is so generous, I think it will be completed soon!"

Long Feiyun nodded with satisfaction, but Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, said in a weird manner: "You don't have to thank Long Feiyun for that bastard, this kid is just using other people's money to be generous to him!"

The three painters ignored the words of Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, and soon copied a painting and left!

As soon as the three painters left, the old drunkard Lei Dongtian took a sip of wine and said, "Long Feiyun, what is your kid copying so many pictures of the Zhuge Gang General Altar?"

Long Feiyun smiled slightly: "Of course it is very useful, and it is extremely useful!"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, smiled and said, "Long Feiyun, you bastard, don't be unclear, hurry up and tell it in detail, so that Lao Tzu knows whether the thousands of taels of silver are worth it!"

Long Feiyun said: "Since the general altar of the Zhuge Gang is so mysterious, we all know where it is, because I want to come to a big net to catch fish and distribute it, I think there will always be people who have seen such a small valley, and then we will not know where this small valley is!"

The old drunkard thundered the sky and said: "Although Long Feiyun's bastard's method is a bit stupid, it is a good way!"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, smiled bitterly and said: "I only feel that the meat hurts a little, Long Feiyun, this bastard gives so much money to the painter, and for those who provide clues, the remuneration will not be less, but I am afraid that this money will still have to be paid by Lao Tzu!"

Long Feiyun's eyes lit up, and he smiled slightly: "Those who know me are dead thieves!"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, twisted his head and snorted: "I still don't know, when I think of spending a lot of money again, Lao Tzu still hurts, I really don't know what Lao Tzu did in his last life, there will be a bastard friend like Long Feiyun!"

The old drunkard Lei Dongtian took a sip of wine and said, "Since the dead thief has to spend this money, why do you have to complain again!"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, said: "No, no, no! I just know that this money must be spent, but whether I should complain or send it, this is definitely two different things from spending money! Just like a person knows that one thing must be done, but he should complain or still make it! Just because doing things and complaining are absolutely two different things, understand!"

Long Feiyun said: "In this case, the dead thief should send your complaints, and you should give the money that should be given!"

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, said: "Lao Tzu still uses you bastard to say that Lao Tzu must also give more money, but complaining that Lao Tzu should also send it, who can help me!"

Long Feiyun and the old drunkard Lei Dongtian couldn't help but smile at each other and shook their heads!

At this time, Feng Wushuang had already leaned on the head of the bed and fell asleep, making a slight wheezing sound!

An hour later, the boss of the Gaosheng Inn entered the room and said that the painters had been completed and had received the money and left!

Meng Sanxing, the king of stealing kings, took out two silver tickets from his arms and handed them to Boss Gao, then looked at Long Feiyun and said, "Here are 10,000 taels of silver tickets, and there are other things, Long Feiyun, this bastard will tell you!"

Boss Gao of the Gaosheng Inn still looked at Long Feiyun with that respectful appearance and said, "What else do you have to order?"

Long Feiyun said: "Boss Gao instructed the guys, let the guys paste these pictures all over every place in Yongcheng, as long as anyone has seen the small valley in the picture, they can come to the Gaosheng Inn to receive a reward of one hundred taels, as for the guys in the store, everyone can receive fifty taels of silver, and when Boss Gao takes us away, there will definitely be a heavy thanks!"

The high boss of the Gaosheng Inn hurriedly waved his hand and said humbly: "These little things are not enough to worry about, how dare you ask for anything else!"

Long Feiyun's eyes lit up, and he smiled slightly: "Boss Gao is so polite, it makes me a little embarrassed!"

The high boss of the Gaosheng Inn didn't speak again, only nodded slightly, and left!