"It seems that Engong didn't favor you in vain! It makes me jealous! ”

Yu Wuya laughed easily, opened the package and took out a large stack of bound books from it neatly placed on the desk, and then took out a small jar of ink and said: "This is Engong saw that you are too heavy and cumbersome to write with bamboo slips, especially the paper that has been made for a long time, after the binding is completed, let me bring it to you for writing, there is special ink in the clay pot, and I have also written the method of making ink, you keep it properly!" ”

Yu Wuya said and took out a folded piece of paper from his close-fitting pocket, spread it out, and wrote on it with a small seal about the production method of this ink.

Shui gently picked up a fluttering book, looked at the cover printed on it, and then flipped through it, only to see that there were faint red vertical lines on each page, which looked fresh and neat.

"Is this for writing?" Shui Qinggently flipped through several books in a row, and the styles were almost exactly the same, and he couldn't help but ask in surprise.

"Well, the Fa Engong of the paper production said that it is not suitable to spread it yet, so he didn't let me bring the production method, and when you finish using it, go to him in person, and you can also talk about your lovesickness!" Yu Wuya smiled and gently touched Shui's soft head and stood up, "Senior brother I don't know if there is a return date, you have to take care, we follow the master to live in seclusion in the mountains and concentrate on cultivation, in fact, we are like brothers and sisters, you now have such a good home, I am also completely relieved, if you can meet the master in the future, kowtow to him for me, it seems that you can't serve left and right!" ”

"Senior brother~" The water was soft and beautiful, and her eyes instantly turned red, and two lines of tears rolled down.

"Don't cry, don't cry, hehe, I regret it a little, I shouldn't have been greedy for fun and didn't practice well before, if I was half as strong as my senior brother, I wouldn't be so helpless this time!" Yu Wuya smiled and comforted a few words, and when he was about to tie the package, he took out another bamboo tube, untied the thin hemp rope tied on it, and opened it, revealing the snow-white pancake inside.

"This is a yam and poria honey cake made by Eungong especially for you, I originally wanted to secretly take it away and eat it on the way, but ...... Hehe, I'll leave you a tube, this smell really makes me want to stop, I can't bear it, and the remaining two tubes belong to me! ”

"Poof~" Shui Qingqing couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Okay, senior sister, take care, I'll go!" Yu Wuya quickly tied the package this time and walked towards the door, as if he was afraid that the water would gently snatch his remaining two poria cakes.

"Senior sister, take care~" Soon Yu Wuya's voice came from downstairs again, and then listened to the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, Shui Qingrou couldn't control it anymore this time, and fell on the desk and cried.

After Yu Wuya left the tea-making shop on horseback, he turned left and right on the street, and finally entered a separate small courtyard and never came out again.

He still has to stay in Wancheng for two days to inquire about the more specific situation, but he can't bear to stay with his junior sister, because this matter is beyond the scope of his ability to deal with it, and I am afraid that it will make my junior sister worry and entangled.

If the eldest husband dies, he will die, but if he can solve the trouble of Engong, he will not have any hesitation, and using Zhao Gao to back his back is not an insult to his identity as a disciple of Liezi, and it may be passed on as a good story.

But I don't know if it's a good story, anyway, two days later, Yu Wuya left Wancheng with a few tubes of Ziyunxian tea and went straight to Xianyang, whether this is a blessing or a curse, the future is unpredictable, and no one knows if it is another impulse to break into other catastrophes.

And with Yu Wuya's departure, Chen Xu also began to be a little worried.

Because Yu Wuya, a foodie, is really a bit of brain cancer, and in his eyes, the sophistication of human feelings is almost the same as nothing, and even Chen Xu regretted it slightly.

The moon and stars are scarce, in the tea workshop in Wancheng, in the room on the second floor, the water kneels softly on the bed, and the pottery lamp burns with pine light, and with the flame of the lamp gently shaking, the delicate figure reflected on the wall also sways gently.

"Chen Lang is really magical, the paper he made is fast and light to write, and it dries quickly, which is more than a hundred times better than the bamboo slips!"

Shui Qingrou held a brush in her hand, while dipping ink on the paper to copy the story of "The Legend of the White Snake", her face was pleasantly surprised, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

The future of the senior brother is uncertain, and she is very worried.

But it was a matter of Chen Lang's life and death, and she couldn't stop it, so she stayed in the room all day for the past few days, and used copying myths and stories to calm the uneasiness in her heart.

The time soon came to the middle of the night, the lights flickered gently, the pretty shadows swayed, and after three consecutive days and three nights of memories sorted out, the legend of the White Snake finally came to an end.

"The beautiful scenery of the West Lake in March, the spring rain is like wine and willows, there is a fate to meet thousands of miles away, it is difficult to hold hands on the other side, a hundred years of repair to cross the same boat, a thousand years of repair to sleep together, the white snake is passed to this end, Chen Lang dictated, soft handwriting."

Shui gently finished writing the last word of the story, silently studied it for a long time, fell on time, and then sorted out a few densely written books, stretched his waist, yawned, got down from the bed and moved his body, hands and feet, and his beautiful posture was suddenly unobstructed.

"Crunch~"

Shui gently opened the door and went downstairs with a small pottery lamp to wash up and get ready for bed.

But not long after she left, a figure dressed in black and covered with a black scarf climbed up the second floor like an ape, gently pushed open the half-hidden window and climbed in, and through the moonlight through the window, the person's eyes shone faintly, and there was no sound between the movements.

The layout in the room is very simple, at a glance it is almost unobstructed, the man in black observed it slightly, and then saw the neatly placed books on the bed and table, opened it and looked at it a few times, and then listened to the sound that seemed to come downstairs, quickly stuffed a few books into his arms, and easily took the water just now while writing and eating, and the bamboo tube containing the yam and poria cake was also taken and left from the window.

After a while, the water returned after washing gently, but when she put the small pottery lamp in her hand on the desk, she looked at the empty desktop, and suddenly lost her face, and hurriedly rushed to the window to look out, the night was like water, and the surroundings were quiet, and there was no vision in sight.

"Oops, this is a paper-making book that Chen Lang told not to be passed on, and in addition to the story of the copy, there are some thoughts written by himself! Don't lose it! ”

After a brief moment of panic, the water put down the pottery lamp, took out a short sword from the dark compartment under the bed, and threw himself out of the window with a twist.

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