Others have risen to the level of personal attacks: I know who is posting. A fat man like a pig dares to amplify his words and be a love saint? Don't spoil the word love saint, okay?

Huo Zongtang shook his head, Brother Zhu Bajiao, no wonder you had such a strange expression when you mentioned this task bounty list to me.

He remembered the simple, rough and cute fat man, and smiled at the corner of his mouth. When the whole world laughs at you, then I will help you alone.

He registered an account and gave it a name: Flying Immortals Outside the Sky. Then, I sent a private message to Xu Zhiji II: Do you want to be a love saint? I can help you.

Xu Zhiji II immediately replied to him: You didn't play tricks on me, did you? Anyway, you're still not a virgin? How many girls have you soaked in so far? What is the record of the shortest time to get a girl to bed......

Looking at the series of questions on the screen, Huo Zongtang's face twitched. I said, Second Senior Brother, can you speak so directly?

He typed a line of words with the keyboard: The highest state of love is not ****, but the combination of spirit and desire, sublimation and eternity.

Xu Zhiji II gave him a shocked expression:, it seems to be very awesome. Prove that you are good enough to take on this task.

Huo Zongtang thought about it, took a piece of paper, wrote and drew on it, and after a while, a music score appeared in front of him. He filled in the lyrics on the score, then filmed them on camera and sent them to the other party.

At this time, on a remote street outside the school, a Bentley RV was parked.

Zhu Bajiao crossed Erlang's legs and sat in the back seat very much like a second ancestor, with a high-end laptop computer on his lap. The old housekeeper sat respectfully next to him and reminded him, "Young Master, class is coming soon, Miss Kong is also coming, shouldn't you get off the bus?" ”

Zhu Bajiao squinted his little eyes and said, "Wait." There's a guy who wants to take my bounty. But I guess I'm here to find Lao Tzu happy, you wait, see how I play him to death. ”

Boom. The computer emits a slight beep.

With a click of the mouse, a picture appears on the screen. Zhu Bajiao's face was full of nonchalant expressions. "Well, a handwritten sheet music? This guy still knows staves? It seems that the liars of these years are also professional enough. ”

The old housekeeper also came over: ""You at the same table"? Young master, this person actually knows that Miss Kong is your tablemate in elementary school? ”

Zhu Bajiao snorted: "Hey, it's probably blind." But he looked at it carefully, and then hummed a little in his mouth, and his expression slowly became serious.

Will you remember tomorrow

Yesterday you wrote in your diary

Do you still think about it tomorrow?

You used to cry the most

The teachers can't remember it anymore

You can't guess the problem

I also flipped through the photos by accident

I just remembered you at the same table......

The more Zhu Bajiao sang, the more intoxicated he became, the old housekeeper was surprised, and even the bodyguard sitting in front of him pricked up his ears.

Syllable!

"I'll go!" Zhu Bajiao suddenly slapped his thigh, "Made's song is so well written, it's simply tailor-made for Ben Shao!" He excitedly pressed the old butler's shoulder: "Uncle Wang, you will send me the guitar at home immediately, and I will immediately practice singing to Kong Xiaoou!" ”

"Huh?" The old butler was obviously frightened by him, "Young Master, are you not in class?" ”

Zhu Bajiao said excitedly: "Last fart, I can't wait for Kong Xiaoou to hear my moving singing, you can help me ask for leave at the school!" Let's just say that I was hit by a car and broke my leg, and I was resting at home! ”

"Huh?" The old housekeeper shuddered, and said with a sad face: "Young master, your excuse is too ruthless, unlucky......"

Zhu Bajiao pushed him out hard: "Don't talk nonsense, go quickly, if you don't go, I'll kick you out of the car!" ”

The old housekeeper got out of the car, and Zhu Bajiao immediately put his face in front of the screen, his eyes lit up. "Hehe, Lao Tzu will use the literary super to write it down first......"

A few white glints flashed in his eyes. If his pupils were to be enlarged tenfold, he could still see the notes of countless music scores flashing rapidly, just like the stave in the picture suddenly came to life and shrank into his eyes like flowing water.

He closed his eyes, meditated for a moment, then opened them, a white light flashed in his eyes, and closed his eyes in meditation. After several times in a row, he suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted happily: "Okay, I remember everything!" ”

The bodyguard in front tilted his head slightly and said, "Young Master, this is the 'unforgettable' of literary superpower, right?" ”

"It's not." Zhu Bajiao shook his head. "It's really unforgettable, and you can remember it all at a glance. My spiritual cultivation is insufficient, and I have to watch it three or five times. ”

The bodyguard nodded slightly: "The young master is already very powerful." ”

"That's right. This guy is a bit of a surprise, I can't let him run, I have to thank him well. Zhu Bajiao came back to his senses from a burst of excitement, reached out and tapped quickly on the keyboard.

Boom.

A new message popped up on the computer in front of Huo Zongtang: Brother, it seems that you really have some expectations. Give me this song, and I'll give you 10,000 yuan!

Huo Zongtang smiled, and then replied to him: I don't want your money. I heard that you have a lot of famous books at home? Can you lend me a set of Lu Xun's "New Stories"?

He didn't want Zhu Bajiao's money, not because he didn't need it. On the contrary, he is now very short of money. It was only because he didn't want to turn this friendship into a monetary transaction that he asked to borrow a book and read it.

The reply letter quickly appeared on the screen: Deal! Don't talk about borrowing, I'll give you a set, and it's the essence of the book issued by Zhonghua Book Company, with one-fiftieth of the spiritual power essence of the original work! This guy is the best version of all the essence books on the market!

Huo Zongtang replied again: Okay. I'll pay you back. Also, this song is going to be used like this......

On the other side, looking at the text sent by the other party, Zhu Bajiao's face was almost pasted on the screen. "Great way! I'll go...... This kid seems to have a lot of experience. Maybe, it can really help me become a love saint? ”

He fell into his seat, his hands simulating the action of playing the guitar, and hummed quietly: "Will you remember tomorrow, the diary you wrote yesterday, and whether you will still remember tomorrow, you used to cry the most......"

When Zhu Bajiao was painstakingly practicing the song "You at the Same Table", Huo Zongtang was taking classes in the school.

In the morning, it was still literature.

Old Master Dong continued his literary history class, this old man was very knowledgeable, experienced, full of all kinds of magical, interesting literary allusions, anecdotes, the class was very exciting, the students listening to the class were relished, and their eyes were opened.

In the second reading class, Mr. Zeng continued to lecture on the text. The textbooks they use are the textbooks for literary supernatural cultivation that are uniformly used by secondary schools across the country. First-year students in secondary schools have to complete a total of four textbooks from compulsory courses 1 to 4 within one year, and because there are many texts and difficulties, the pressure of attending classes is still quite great.

Mr. Zeng's class today is still the work of a famous modern writer: Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond". This work is the sixth lesson of the compulsory textbook, and it is a very important and beautiful article.