Su Xing broke a lot of it and went back to cook it, and then took it to Datang for Tingyu to taste.

Because of her work, she couldn't stay in ancient times for a long time, and only Tingyu was sticking to the secret base built by the two.

"You don't have to be too diligent in the future, there are now a group of people in the mountain, one of whom is no worse than others in the mastery of the technique, and has a lot of research on the art of Qimen Dunjia. In the future, the affairs of the agency will be entrusted to him, and you can do your own business with peace of mind. ”

Tingyu gave the corn brought by Su Xing to an eldest sister to cook, and then took her to a bright wooden house. In the middle of the room, there are many wooden figures and wooden mountains, all kinds of strange shapes, and the spider web-like red threads are densely connected together.

Next to him, a man with a disheveled hair had a withered face, and a coarse cloth robe was loose as if it were hanging on a wooden figure. He was about thirty years old, sallow and lifeless, and motionless in a wooden wheelchair.

But when he slowly raised his hand and tapped on a red line beside him, that is, on the periphery of the wooden man, he only heard a few loud sounds, and the wooden man array seemed to be attacked in all directions of the room, but his own corner was safe.

In the face of the chaotic arrows, Tingyu effortlessly flicked her sleeves twice and knocked the arrows to the ground. The other glanced at the two of them, his face blank, and silently bent down to collect the arrows scattered on the ground, including those shot at the wooden wall of the room.

If it's too high to reach, wait for someone else to pull it out for him.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ning, this is my sister. The other party had an indifferent face, Tingyu didn't care, and continued to introduce, "Su Su, he is the capable person I said, with his help, your and my wishes are just around the corner." ”

When Su Xing heard this, she was surprised and bowed to him with a junior salute.

Mr. was an honorific title in ancient times, and although Tingyu's attitude was a little arrogant, there must be something extraordinary about her being called so.

"Don't rejoice too soon, iron soldiers are rare, and a mechanism will cost more than you can imagine. If you want to complete it in ten years, it depends on whether God is willing to do it. The other said slowly, in a low voice, like the sound of a muffled drum.

"If Mr. is a person who accepts his fate, the whole family has already been reunited underground at this moment, why be modest?" Tingyu also said very coldly, "Ming people don't say secret words, what Mr. needs, we have done for you, if we can't achieve what we want, you have no need to exist." ”

After that, he bent his knees slightly, "Mr. continues to be busy, we won't bother." He left the wooden house with Su Xing.

"He's proud. When she walked out of the wooden house, Su Xing whispered.

"Anyone who has a skill," the corners of Tingyu's mouth moved, and a smile was raised, "Personality is inevitably annoying." ”

Su Xing smiled silently, this was comforting her.

"This man was a military advisor to the prince of the dynasty, and he fell here because he was falsely accused. Tingyu briefly described the origin of the other party, "Although the lower limbs are wasted, his brain is the most precious." He has a number of strange sects, but the mechanism formation diagram left by his master has been robbed of three, so Su Su ......"

She turned around and stared at Su Xing, and Su Xing immediately realized, "It's okay, the books that Brother Qin gave him can be borrowed for reference." "Each of those books is very thick, and the modern line-bound book has a sense of age precipitation in the eyes of laymen.

"I have to translate it. Tingyu said, "I don't know all the simplified characters, so I can only rely on you to translate them." It is not necessary to translate the entire page, but to summarize each page in one sentence. Mr. Ning is rich in five cars, and he can understand it. ”

Try not to take up too much of her time, after all, the whole family is rubbing her food.

"Yes, just use my paper, and wait for him to make half of it and then give half of it. Su Xing paused, and finally couldn't help but say, "Also, that's not a simplified character, it's a traditional character, and the Tang people can understand it." "Of course, if you can read it, you have to copy it.

After generations of relay copying, the words are full of modern atmosphere, and it is easy for the ancients to glimpse the future from them, which is commonly known as the pre-heavenly opportunity. What's more, it was a gift from Qin Huang, and it didn't seem good to give it to others when it changed hands.

Accused of low culture, Tingyu coughed slightly embarrassedly, and covered her mouth with her sleeves, "Everything will be done according to what you say." ”

In short, proud people need some blows and surprises to be willing to use them, and the words don't matter too much.

In this way, although she didn't have to run back and forth often, Su Xing was busier than before. Even if there are new people in the mountains, Tingyu doesn't plan to stay there for a long time, if those people eat her pills and don't die, it will be the opposite.

He is unkind to her and unjust, and there will be the next batch without this batch.

Moreover, she is not idle, in addition to modern writing, she also studies foreign languages, and traditional Chinese characters must also be recognized. Su Xing fulfilled Qin Huang's words one by one, and bought a lot of medical books and herbal medicine color plates back for her to refer to and identify the names of herbal medicines.

This summer, Yunling Village always seems to be in the clouds, with occasional hazy light rain, and almost every morning when you open the window, your eyes are white, as if you are back in winter.

It doesn't matter, they even do morning sports in the courtyard, and they continue to be busy with something to eat after they are done.

The two were busy in the house until it was dark, and before they knew it, it was time for the corn to be harvested. The two of them broke a lot of it and went home and put it in the refrigerator, and the rest made a wooden sign and stuck it on the side of the road, with a dignified writing on it: Pick it up, I don't have time.

Tingyu wrote, in Su Xing's tone.

One day, a tall and very beautiful woman walked out of the fog, passed by in the morning, and couldn't help but laugh when she saw the wooden sign.

"Wow, pick it up? Whose family is this, so generous. ”

At the same time, a more rational woman came out of the fog, wearing a mask, and glanced at the sign, "Isn't Huahua planted?

"It's not a question of lack or not, don't you think it's fun?" the sensual beauty smiled and caught up, "proving that the owner of the land is a funny person." ”

"Isn't it fun to touch porcelain? ”

"Well, don't always think about the bad side, it's going to be a lot less fun. "Half of the interest in sensual beauties is gone.

"I'd rather have less fun than lose money. The other party said disapprerovingly.

Whew, it's not interesting.

The beautiful woman pouted and stopped arguing with her.

The two ran around and returned to the courtyard, and found a man sitting in the house, and the other party immediately smiled when he saw them, like a chubby laughing mida.

"Yo, Lai Zhenghui, do you want to bully me Huahua when we are away?" said the sensual beauty with a smile.

"How dare I? I came too late last night, and I was hungry this morning and came to ask for a bowl of noodles to eat. The man smiled innocently.

He is a flat-headed fat man, not very fat, the key is that he is short, and his height of about one meter seven does not seem to be enough for Yan Huahua, unless the two stand together. The facial features are upright, the clothes are new, and the leather shoes are shiny and shiny, and the figure can be illuminated.

The rational woman snorted, "It's late, on purpose, isn't it?" Without looking at him, she threw her towel and went to the bathroom.