Chapter 92: No need to write, I'm defeated!

To be honest, the yellow scarf really wants to scold the street, what is this guy's mouth made of?

What about the lines that go to the mouth?

Where did it go!

At this time, Wen Junjie jumped out again, "Cut, in my opinion, you want to run away, right?" Are you afraid that you can't afford to lose!! ”

Tang Song glanced at Wen Junjie with disdain, and said lightly, "These words are given to you as they are!" ”

When there was only a small section left of the pillar of incense, Tang Song hummed a little song and appeared slowly.

Looking at the remaining small section of incense, Tang Song smiled and said lightly, "The time is just right!" ”

During the Tang and Song dynasties, he dipped his pen in ink, and started his pen in front of everyone.

After writing a word of wine, most of those doubts have been reduced.

Words are like people, just a wine word, has already made the book demon yellow scarf have a sense of crisis, could it be that his words are really better than a Qing mage?

Wei Zheng smiled and said nothing, all this was expected by him. The old man next to Wei Zhengyi, Guo Shaonian, showed an unbelievable look.

Wine and meat have passed through the intestines!

These five words, Tang and Song did it in one go, as if the word was himself, chic and elegant, and every stroke had its own soul.

Just after reading these five words, the yellow scarf's face changed. Although he is young, every word and stroke can see the integrity of the writer. He writes in pieces. And what about yourself?

Huang Turban sneered in his heart, he wrote with a heart of victory and a vain and exaggerated heart. I encountered this problem ten years ago, but after ten years of seclusion, I still haven't completely overcome it.

As the saying goes, the heart is right, and the yellow scarf who is a book demon naturally understands this truth.

Defeated!

Although I only read five words, I have already failed.

When Tang Song was about to write a sentence, he never thought that the book demon would speak,

"No need to write it, I-defeated!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

"What's the situation?"

"Did I hear me right? This guy only wrote a few words, and Huang Lao admitted defeat? ”

"Insider, there must be insider, there must be insider!"

“……”

Tang Song stopped writing, stared at the yellow scarf and said, "Huang Lao, you lost to yourself, not to me!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the yellow scarf looked at Tang and Song again. He not only knows how to read, but also can read people through words!

"This time out of the mountain, I have gained a lot from the yellow scarf." The yellow scarf bowed and said sincerely, "Tang Song, the old man was offended a lot just now, I hope you will forgive me!" ”

"Forgive me? I didn't even take it to heart! Tang Song said with a smile.

Under the gaze of everyone, the yellow scarf ran towards the mountain gate.

Yes, he's gone!

Maybe it's to retreat to the mountains and forests again.

Maybe it'......

At this time, Wen Junjie shrunk his neck and cautiously began to retreat.

That's right, he wants to slip away, too!

However, even if the Tang and Song dynasties allowed it, this wine and meat monk who regarded wine and meat as his life was not allowed.

"Where?" No one could see clearly how this wine and meat monk appeared next to Wen Junjie.

It was like a gust of wind, and it appeared there with a whoosh, silently.

"......" Wen Junjie's face was as pale as dirt.

"First learn the dog to crawl around the Ci'an Temple three times. Then, immediately let people send a thousand altars of flower carvings. Remember, when the wine arrives, the wine does not go, and the person does not want to leave! The wine and meat monk said lightly.

Although it is said that the wine and meat monk is not a law enforcement agency, no one dares to doubt the truth of these words.

When Wen Junjie heard this, he couldn't wait to tear this strange monk alive, but there was no way, even if he called three or five teammates, he was no match for others. In the end, he had no choice but to look at the demon son Cheng Mubai.

However, Wen Junjie looked and looked, searched and searched, and did not find the figure of the demon son!

What about Childe?

Where did it go?

As soon as the wine and meat monk greeted, the senior brother immediately appeared with several warrior monks, "Take this benefactor to fulfill the first promise." ”

Wen Junjie is a young man's ambition, a character wrapped in countless balls of light. Compared with the devil son, he is as small as an ant, but compared with ordinary people, he is also a local tyrant.

"Wait, master, I'll give out 5,000 jars of wine, and this climb will be saved!" Wen Junjie wanted to lure him with profit.

The money is small, the fame is big! If this matter spreads to the magic capital circle, how can I still mix it up!

You have to be laughed at and lose your big teeth.

"Oh! So, you're rich? There was a strange look in the eyes of the wine and meat monk.

"Master, otherwise, you can open a number, as much as you want, as long as you don't let me-" Wen Junjie was completely instigated.

This scene, so many people at the scene watched. You must know that in the eyes of many people, this Wen Junjie is a role model in their hearts. And now, this example is so cowardly!

I can't even afford to lose.

That's where his path comes!

If you look at Mr. Yellow Turban, the calligraphy demon, although it is a monument in the calligraphy world of the magic capital, he still takes the initiative to admit defeat when he meets a master. And the attitude is extremely kind and sincere, this is the backbone that everyone should have!

"Hmph, don't think about it!" The wine and meat monk snorted coldly, and with a flick of his long sleeves, the senior brother asked everyone to take Wen Junjie away directly.

"Remember, you can't miss a step!" At the end, the wine and meat monk also added.

Seeing this, some people followed. Such a good show naturally cannot be missed.

Of course, there are still some who choose to stay.

Because, in their opinion, this next play is even more attractive.

"Yes, I really didn't disappoint the teacher!" The wine and meat monk is now more pleasing to the eye the more he looks at the Tang and Song dynasties, not only the Buddhism is highly perceptive, but also this calligraphy is better than the bald donkey of a clear dynasty, it is simply too - the ox breaks!

Born to be my apprentice!

"Bald donkey, I'm victorious in vain, hurry up and bring that seven-star inkstone!" The wine and meat monk directly pushed open the door of the Buddha Light Hall and rushed in.

Bald donkey?

When those who were left behind heard this title, their jaws immediately dropped.

In this world, I dare to call Master Yiqing a bald donkey, but I am afraid that he is only the number one person in wine and meat!

Of course, if you ask anyone in this world who dares to touch the mage's bald head and praise his hairstyle is very good, then this person is naturally no different from the Tang and Song dynasties.

In less than a minute, someone rushed out of the temple gate.

Not a clear mage!

It's a wine and meat monk.

Everyone could see clearly that the wine and meat monk was holding a brocade box in his hand.

Obviously, the seven-star inkstone is in the brocade box.

"Do you want it?" The wine and meat monk smiled weirdly.

"What do you mean? Don't tell me, it's a seven-star inkstone. Tang Song blinked. Didn't this Qing Master say that he wanted to give his hands to himself, how could he deceive people! And it's so deceitful!

"Now this seven-star inkstone is in my hand, I will immediately apprentice to the teacher, and I will give you this inkstone for the table legs." The wine and meat monk said very generously.

What about the cheat!

What a rhythm this is!

Do you want to play like this?

Tang Song really wanted to find a fragrant shoulder to cry well.

At this time, Master Yiqing walked out of the temple gate.

"Wine and meat, give it to me, give it to me!" Master Yiqing's left eye has become a panda eye.

Obviously, this is due to the wine and meat monks.

"Senior brother, I suddenly found that you look so good now! Give me this broken inkstone, just right, I'll give it to me as a gift! The wine and meat monk smiled at Master Yiqing.

"Master Tang Shi, Lao Na is a good talker, don't worry, before you go down the mountain, I will definitely offer this seven-star inkstone with both hands." Master Yiqing came to Tang Song and raised a guarantee.

Tang Song looked at Master Yiqing's panda eyes and asked, "Master, can you beat him?" ”

If you can beat it, will you be snatched away by him?

If you are snatched away, and if you want to snatch it back, it is difficult to get to the sky!

Master Yiqing shook his head.

"Why don't I give you a trick?" Tang Song whispered.

Master Yiqing was stunned for a moment, but the look in his eyes already showed that he wanted to know—even though it was a panda-level look.

"If you can't fight alone, then fight in a group!" This kind of tactic has always been very practical.

As if he had comprehended the true meaning, Master Yiqing clasped his hands together and muttered, "Amitabha! ”――

In a certain room!

Shi Nu Wei Zhengyi and Murong Shuying were praising Tang Song's previous actions, and the words were very exaggerated, so that Tang Song really didn't know whether to nod in agreement or shake his head in denial?

Of course, Tang and Song also thanked the poet slave Wei Zhengyi for the previous rumors.

After a long time, Tang Song discovered a problem.

"Old Wei, who is this?" This uncle has not been silent, is it said that he is a mute?

It must be so!

Wei Zhengyi slapped his head violently, and then suddenly realized, "Look at me, I'm so confused, I forgot to introduce, this is my old friend Guo Shaonian." ”

Guo Shaonian, a geek in the archaeological field, usually likes to explore. Of course, in addition to being famous in the archaeological community, Guo Shaonian is also well-known in the circle of travelers.

For all this, Tang Song naturally didn't know.

After listening to Wei Zhengyi's introduction, Tang Song greeted with a smile,

"Guo Laohao, that, when will you give me a terracotta warrior or something to play with, okay?"

Guo Shaonian laughed, "It's okay to be a copycat, licensed, that's a crime, unless—"

"Unless what?" Tang Song suddenly became interested.

"Unless you travel back to the Qin Dynasty!"

I'll go, this Guo looks mediocre, I didn't expect there to be a lot of cells joking.

"Actually, I crossed over from the Qin Dynasty!" Tang Song said with a smile.

So, there was the laughter of several people in the room.

At the same time, Sima Qingchuan was rushing towards Tang and Song, and when he was bypassing a corridor, he happened to run into the demon prince Cheng Mubai.

"Sister Qingchuan, what a coincidence!"

"Coincidentally, I'm afraid you've been waiting here."

"Say whatever you want, oh yes, help me get a message, I'm interested in him!"

Who is he referring to, Sima Qingchuan naturally knew, she smiled faintly and said,

"However, he is not interested in men."

Sima Qingchuan smiled, played with his hands, and said, "So, he's interested in women." Sister Harukawa! ”

He bit the word sister very hard, looked at Sima Qingchuan's figure with a strange gaze, and then said, "I really didn't find it before, but at this glance, your figure is indeed good." It should be more than enough to seduce him! ”

"If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I'll tear your mouth apart!" Sima Qingchuan said angrily.

Cheng Mu covered his mouth with a smile and said, "Wearing a cheongsam is not suitable for fighting." If you want to fight one day, come to me with a change of clothes. Anyway, Sister Qingchuan, what do you look like if you don't wear a cheongsam? ”