When passers-by put the four treasures of the study into the bookcase, they walked up to them for the rest of their lives.

"Thank you, sir, for your help. Yu Sheng said.

"It's just a gesture. Passers-by carried the bookcase, "Is the front avenue going to Yangzhou City?"

"Yes, Mr. is going to Yangzhou?"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Yu Sheng said: "It's getting late now, and if you miss the nightstay, you can only live in the wilderness." ”

He pointed to the inn, "If Mr. doesn't dislike it, why don't you bend down to the inn for a while?"

Gusu walked all the way, and the passers-by were already a little tired, so they agreed without hesitation, "Then there is little brother Lao." ”

After the attack of the mountain lord, everyone no longer has the heart to work, and the cultivation is almost done, and the rest should be given to the grass to live.

Yu Sheng waved his hand, and everyone packed up their things and went back.

He asked Ye Zigao to help passers-by carry the bookcase, and he led the passers-by towards the stone bridge.

Aunt Qing on the stone bridge is no longer there, leaving only the little white fox sitting on the bridge to bask in the sun.

"Where is the gentleman from?" asked Yu Sheng.

He was amazed by the hand that the passer-by had just revealed, and he was also practicing calligraphy, and he wanted to knock out something on the side.

"Just call me Luo Wen. Passers-by politely said, "I am from Los Angeles in the Central Plains, and I have traveled here in search of the relics of the old people." ”

They stepped on the stone bridge, and passers-by looked up and saw Jian Sao, and understood that this was the westernmost town of Jian Sao in Yangzhou.

"Little brother, let me ask, is there a family surnamed Cang nearby?" Luo Wenwen asked Yu Sheng.

"Surname Cang?" Yu Sheng shook his head, "No." ”

"Other surnames, such as surnames Luo, Wen and the like. Luo Wenwen asked again.

Yu Sheng said with certainty that he didn't.

The town is not big, and the surname is fixed, except for the rest of their lives, most of the villagers in the town are related to their families.

In Li Zheng's words, the Yu family is the only one who is out of step with the town, and the Yu family is single, and the daughter-in-law he marries is never a local.

After getting the answer for the rest of his life, Luo Wenwen was not disappointed, and the answer was expected.

"Maybe the descendants have changed their surnames. He sighed.

But in this way, the chances of finding it are even more slim, and what about finding them? The descendants of the saints are just as unknown to everyone.

Los Angeles is desolate, the relics of the saints have been destroyed, and the people are bullied and survived. The Holy War has destroyed all hopes.

But Lowen was not reconciled. There have been people in this world who have transcended the gods, made him confused, made him follow, and made him see hope.

"The inn has arrived. While Luo Wenwen was pondering, Yu Sheng pointed to the inn plaque and said.

"Is there a demonic inn?" Luo Wenwen read as he looked up and stopped as he walked up the steps.

"This word... Who wrote it?" Luo Wen looked at it, these five big characters were well written, and there was a sense of detachment hidden in the neatness.

This can stump the rest of my life, "My grandfather, or the old man, his grandfather?" ”

"Good word, the little brother turned out to be the little shopkeeper of the inn. Luo Wen praised and walked into the inn with his feet.

Luo Wenwen has seen a lot of good words when he travels south and north, but this word is not at the forefront, but he is a little surprised to see it in the countryside.

As soon as they stepped into the inn, a string of piercing songs rushed towards them, making Yu Sheng subconsciously cover his ears.

"Who, who's sawing wood. Yu Sheng said.

The singing stopped, and Xingge sat on the wooden ladder and looked at the rest of his life awkwardly.

Sitting next to him, Zen'er with his hands on his cheeks said, "Sing quickly, why did you stop?"

Yu Sheng lowered his ears and wondered how she could continue to listen, "This song disturbs my heart and is about to get sick." ”

Zen'er was puzzled, "I know, the shopkeeper's words mean that he was moved by the singing, and his heart trembled." ”

"I ......" Yu Sheng was just about to speak, when the leaves behind him pushed him high.

He whispered: "Shopkeeper, don't forget the origin of Zen'er, she may really think the song is good." ”

Yu Sheng was stunned, but after thinking about it, he understood that the cicada song was as harsh as this song. Although he became a demon, Zen'er still felt beautiful and moving when he heard a similar song.

"Going out and singing, singing under the sun, it's even more memorable. "The rest of my life is another way to put it.

"Got it. Zen'er clapped her hands, "That makes sense, let's go, let's go outside." ”

In the past few days, under the recuperation of Yanmu wine and green vegetables, Chan'er's body has almost recovered, she stood up and pulled the corner of Xingge's clothes and asked him to go outside.

It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, Xingge hesitated slightly and then helped Zen'er out.

Ye Zigao saw that this kid was actually more popular than him, and his heart was unbalanced all of a sudden.

He muttered in the ear for the rest of his life: "I suspect that this kid is entangled by a monster because he has a ghost in mind when he invites people to mount the horse." ”

"Just his wooden appearance, will he tease people?" I don't believe it for the rest of my life, this line of songs is even more honest than honest people.

Ye Zigao looked at Xingge's back, "Some honest people are more terrible than love saints, they are patient and the best hunters." ”

Without waiting for Yu Sheng to answer, Ye Zigao turned around and walked outside, "No, I have to watch this kid and grab his fox tail." ”

The little white fox who came back with the rest of his life squatted down and hid his tail when he heard this, this person has a problem, what did he do with the fox's tail?

Yu Sheng didn't bother to pay attention to him, and when he turned around to entertain Luo Wenwen, he saw him standing under the menu and carefully studying the words on it.

"Who wrote these words?" Luo Wenwen pointed to the menu.

The rest of my life walked over, "I wrote." ”

The menu cards written by Lao Yu have all been taken down a long time ago, because the dishes on it will not be made for the rest of his life.

As for the "don't cook fish dishes", I hung it up by myself after being annoyed by the guests for the rest of my life.

The effect of this brand is remarkable, and since it was hung up, few people have opened their mouths to let the rest of their lives burn fish.

"Good words, better than the words on the plaque. Luo Wen nodded in praise, "But the words in the front are too neat, and there is a changed spirituality in the back." ”

Those words that have changed are hung up after practicing calligraphy for the rest of his life, and Luo Wenwen's praise proves that the efforts of the rest of his life are still rewarded.

The spirituality of the word is to enter the door of the calligrapher, but there is still some distance from the expression of the pen, and the entry into the Tao is far away.

But Luo Wenwen still inquired, "Little shopkeeper, your surname?"

Yu Sheng said: "The surname is Yu, and it is called Yu Sheng." ”

"Yu Sheng, surname Yu?" Luo Wen shook his head after thinking about it, just a young man with talent in calligraphy.

However, Luo Wenwen has been disappointed too many times, not this time.

He encouraged: "Little brother, the change of this word still seems a bit deliberate, and you need to practice more, so that you can do whatever you want and change as you like." ”

Yu Sheng nodded, he had learned a lot of changes when he copied the calligraphy, but he hadn't yet mastered it.

When writing the "Yangzhou lion head" on the menu, he deliberately copied the copybook in order to pursue change.

Luo Wenwen can see at a glance that he is worthy of being a person who can use calligraphy to control the enemy.

Yu Sheng dared to ask, "Are you a word fairy?"

Luo Wenwen smiled, he waved his hand, "Don't dare to become an immortal in vain, I haven't reached that step yet, and I'm still on the road to enlightenment." ”

Yu Sheng said the painting immortal spell he had seen, and in his opinion, the two should have embarked on the path of immortality.

Luo Wen sat down, "Words and paintings are different. ”

The rest of his life took a jar of samurai wine, "Why is it different?"

While he was pouring wine, Ye Zigao covered his ears and fled in, and within the coverage of Xingge's singing, he couldn't hold the tail of the Xingge fox.

Luo Wenwen took a sip of wine, praised a sentence and said: "I also seek the Tao with a pen, and the scenery under the painting immortal pen is constructed by immortal power." ”

This is also the reason why things can appear in front of him and be used by him. ”

The words are different, the three words of Fang Cai use the basic and pure laws, powers, incantations or heavenly ways that originally existed in the world. ”