Guangpu saw that he really couldn't say that Song Ersheng couldn't move, so he really sat down and began to copy the scriptures by himself, "People don't stand without faith, three thousand, you obviously promised your master to promise Dr. Li....."

Song Ersheng's eyelashes trembled, this fat monk really knew Dr. Li...... "No faith, no standing?" I thought you thought that people rely on their intelligence to build the world. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Don't treat Mu Mu as a person at all!!

"........" Guangpu was choked and couldn't say a word.

In the first game of the mouth cannon, Song Ersheng won completely.

In the afternoon, Song Ersheng woke up and found that Guangpu was still copying scriptures. The thick stack of rice paper next to him was copied by him. Song Ersheng rubbed his eyes and walked over, picked it up and looked at it, his heart trembled, this fat monk is really unusual...... There are almost twenty-seven of them, and the font on each one is different.

Song Ersheng wanted to say, what are you showing, but I have to say that she admires it very much. Some fonts she wouldn't know if she hadn't read a lot.

The history of China has a long history, and in the thousands of years of historical changes, the font glyphs are also changing. In different periods, different places and different cultures, there will be many different ways to write the same character. Although gradually, many of the ways of writing have disappeared into the torrent of history, and now, many people can't recognize and read those words, because they have never seen them. However, it can still be seen in some partial documents, or in inscription rubbings.

Judging from these scriptures, this fat monk is well versed in the characteristics of writing in at least five periods. He not only saw, knew, but also wrote.

Song Ersheng put down these scriptures and glanced at the fat monk, "You, Gui Geng?"

"You can call me grandpa~~~" Guangpu didn't see anything in Sanqian's eyes. But it was because he couldn't see anything that he found it interesting. The boy saw the hand he was showing. And I saw the essence ~~~ This kid is really unusual....... No wonder Guangming sent her uneasily......

"Do you want to learn to write these words?"

Song Ersheng put on his coat, "I'm not interested." "She knew them anyway, and although she didn't know much about writing, she knew them. I couldn't use this knowledge in my previous life, and I guess I won't need it in this life.

"Don't be pressured by a lot of skills, guess the words with others in the future, you learn these, you will definitely win~~~" Guangpu naively seduced Song Ersheng.

Song Ersheng smiled, "Do monks still care about winning or losing?"

"Monks are also human beings...... Guangpu said very aggrieved.

Song Ersheng glanced at him, "You go and look in the mirror, face yourself in the mirror, and say this again......"

This fat monk doesn't have a trace of warmth in his eyes!!As soon as he looks at her, he exerts a deterrent effect on her, which is obviously a very powerful and overwhelming momentum, but in the eyes of this monk, they are as empty as a black hole, and his smile is like a mask he wears on his face....... Monks are indeed human beings, but there are no monks with seven emotions and six desires, and in her opinion, they are really no longer human.

This fat monk is different from Master Guangming, he seems to have really jumped out of the reincarnation of the world...... Creatures too. Does the master want her to see herself in him? No, her desire is very strong. Not to mention anything else, she can't give up just the lust of the flesh........

Song Ersheng went out after speaking.

The brush in Guangpu's hand has not fallen for a long time. Eventually, a drop of ink dripped off the tip of the pen and snapped onto the paper, instantly blurring.......

In the second game of the mouth cannon, Song Ersheng also won completely.

Since he promised Guangming, even if he was not sure, Song Ersheng still came to the Long Corridor Hall. If you can't draw it, it's good to take a look. The tools were all in a warm pavilion next to one, and the doors and windows were open. It's really cold on the mountain, and the doors and windows are opened like this, Song Ersheng is hehe. Just take off the doors and windows, and save the trouble of opening them!!

When he got closer, Song Ersheng saw Mu Mu squatting inside, and there was a big box beside him. When Song Ersheng saw this box, he also knelt down - a brand-name antique suitcase that can only be seen in museums.

She also had it in her previous life, and in this life, she can still see and touch it....... I don't know if he will give it to the fat monk when he leaves....... This is a suitcase that can be used as a family heirloom....... The point is, it really works, and she still wants it.......

When Mu Mu saw Song Ersheng coming, he stood up and shouted a few times excitedly, and then sat on the suitcase.......

Although he knew that he couldn't sit badly, Song Ersheng still coughed, went over and picked up Mu Mu, "You get up, ....." When Mu Mu stood up obediently, Song Ersheng sat up.......

Since you can't have it, you can do it.

The suitcase is very large, and it is no problem for two Song Ersheng to stuff it in. After Song Ersheng jumped and sat up, he found a piece of paper under his buttocks. When I pulled it out, it was already a little wrinkled, but I could still see it clearly. The box is full of books, all about the restoration of ancient murals.

"........ "How lazy are those monks with stiff faces!!

Moreover, Song Ersheng tasted all these two words, and just wanted to sneer, which is called inch by inch. What if she couldn't draw or read?! The master would really be able to find trouble for herself! He trusted the fat monk too much, right? Even if the fat monk was a senior brother and could be trusted, what about his three expressionless followers? It was terrifying! Except for Mu Mu, the rest of the people in this temple were all walking corpses with empty human skins, right?

"Mu Mu ......" Mu Mu stood beside Song Ersheng and stabbed her.

Song Ersheng looked at him, "What?"

"Mu Mu ....." Mu Mu pointed to the paper in Song Ersheng's hand. Song Ersheng thought he wanted it, so he handed it to him, but he shook his head vigorously, and then pointed at the paper and kept screaming. Song Ersheng looked at him becoming more and more crazy, and suddenly understood.

"You want me to write your name on this?"

After Song Ersheng finished speaking, he didn't see Mu Mu calm down. She simply ignored him, got up and went to the cabinet on the side, and took down the brush, which seemed to be the only one...... It's really a retro life.......

Dipping a little ink, Song Ersheng picked up the pen and wrote. When Mu Mu saw it, he immediately quieted down, and even his breathing became lighter, as if he was afraid that he would scare Song Ersheng.

Song Ersheng wrote two big wooden characters on the back of the paper. The glyph is average, but there is a soul intentional, and it looks like it is alive. (To be continued.) )