Chapter 63

"You take a look at this first." As soon as he sat down, Bai He threw the manuscript to Old Man Meng.

said that it was a pen, but he had to know what kind of pen he was moistening. Even the weaver girl told interesting stories, and the old man Meng was already full of curiosity about this manuscript, and when he heard the words, he said "thank you" before taking it with both hands, and then began to read. Before he could make a sound, he suddenly exclaimed: "Sir, your story ...... you"

"What's wrong with my story?" Shirakawa asked.

With a "tsk", Meng Shenji said: "Xiao Lao'er has said books for a lifetime, such as the Chu and Han Dynasty for hegemony and the Three Kingdoms, and he has already said no less than eight hundred times, and it is thrilling enough to ask himself, but compared with your book...... Hi! Not at all a level. I'm afraid that this book of yours should only exist in heaven, not on earth! If I could have read your mortal immortal cultivation ten years earlier, I'm afraid that the little old man would have been able to enjoy his old age in peace now......"

"Less nonsense!" Bai He laughed, thinking that there was something wrong, it turned out that he was turning a corner to pat the horse's ass, so he laughed and scolded: "Just tell me whether you can understand this story." In my case, you are in charge of the records. I don't ask you to restore it word for word, as long as you can grasp the central meaning, if there is something you don't understand, just ask. ”

"That's no problem, Xiao Lao'er relies on this one to eat." Old man Meng hurriedly said, and suddenly asked again: "But sir, the little old man has something unclear, please ask Mr. to answer." ”

"Say." Shirakawa raised an eyebrow.

Old man Meng said carefully: "I don't know what kind of pen you used to write this manuscript?" I see that this trace is as slender as a fly's head, only a piece of paper, but it can hold no less than 10,000 words, I think it should be the second lady hand-made evening pen that is rumored to be in the outside world today, right? If you can, can you let the little old man see it? ”

He seemed to be afraid that Bai He would misunderstand something, and hurriedly explained: "Xiao Lao'er is not coveting Mr.'s Mobao, but just thinking that if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. ”

Paper is still very expensive in these days, and the more people who deal with pen and paper, the more they understand this. Although the Lin Mansion is rich and does not care about this little money, this old man Meng has a subconscious sense of saving.

"Huh?" Bai He was stunned for a moment, and then slapped his head and roared! Why did we forget about this stubble? Shorthand, what brush is faster than a pencil?

He was worried that the little old man would not be able to control the pencil, so he brought the traditional four treasures of the study over, and then he heard the old man Meng take the initiative to ask, so he took out a pencil from his arms and handed it over, asking, "Can you control this one?" ”

"Shall I try?" Old man Meng was like a treasure, and carefully compared it twice on the paper.

Bai He quietly watched him tinker.

It can be seen that at the beginning, the old man Meng's penmanship was still very stiff, and his fingers were like chicken feet, but when Bai He pointed out two sentences, the little old man actually advanced by leaps and bounds, and he "swished" in a few clicks, and the pen was like flying on the spot, and the handwriting was fast and good, much better than Bai He, a person who had written hard pen words all his life.

"This pen ...... This is a very good pen! That's a great one! If it can be widely promoted, it will be the gospel of the heavenly scribes! Old man Meng shouted with ecstasy, a little excited. While talking, he actually turned a pen flower and slipped away!

"Mommy! Now it seems that I have picked up a treasure, eh......" Bai He's eyes straightened.

It was hard to believe that the little old man's fingers, as thin as chicken feet, could perform such complex operations, and it was hard to believe that he had only come into contact with a pencil for the first time. Is this talent? Or is it a must-have skill for readers in this era?

Seeing that this little old man was as happy as a child in his forties and fifties, Bai He was also happy and generous: "Since you like it, then I will give it to you." ”

Old man Meng hurriedly said, "How can this be done?" This kind of ink treasure, the little old man can use it once and is already satisfied, how dare he take it for himself......"

"It doesn't matter." Bai He interrupted, "As the saying goes, the sword is given to the martyrs, and the pink is given to the beauties. The pen was originally used for writing, otherwise it would be a waste no matter how precious it was. After a pause, he added: "When I run out, I'll ask someone to make a batch and send you a few when I go back." You can use it, use it generously, in short, there may not be anything else, the pen and paper must be enough. Since you follow me Baihe, I won't treat you badly. ”

"Then Mr. Xie is generous!" Old man Meng thanked him repeatedly, and he felt like a confidant, and the sentence "The sword is given to the martyr, and the pink is given to the beauty" is simply said to his heart.

"If there's nothing else, let's get started." White River Channel.

"Anytime." Old man Meng hurriedly said, and as he spoke, he spread out the pen and paper, ready to start.

Bai He glanced at him, only to see the breeze coming slowly, the little old man and the old god in the pavilion, the pen and ink in front, and there was a "one stroke in hand, I have the world" bearing. He nodded, gave himself a word of approval, and began to tell the story.

The original text continues, and the book continues again. But he said that after Han Li defeated Doctor Mo......"

“…… After several tosses, he walked into the Star Pavilion with the soul of the song...... That Star Pavilion is incredible! As high as twenty or thirty zhang, the length and width are several miles, and there are all kinds of magic weapons in it...... Sets, sets, high-order, low-order...... Only you can't think of it, you can't buy it without you......"

"Let's go it, let's ...... it"

“…… Just listen to that Han Li's 'Hey! Suddenly he roared, and a strange magic seal formed in his hands, and his body was motionless, but from his nostrils he hummed a thumb-sized green light cluster, which flew quickly under the nose of the Qu Soul, and also drilled into his body through his nostrils......"

"Let's go it, let's ...... it"

“…… The stone door of the practice secret room has been closed for more than two years. It wasn't until June of the third year that the stone door of the secret room finally opened slowly...... At this point, Han Li's Five Elements Spiritual Roots were complete, and the foundation was finally built. ”

Even said a lot of "balabala", if it was put in the original book, I am afraid that there are two or three hundred thousand words of content, Bai He felt that his mouth was a little dry, so he stopped unsatisfied, and then habitually reached out and touched the table, trying to find something to moisten his throat, but he was empty.

“…… Shet! How nice the private room in Lan Kwai Fong is, quiet, and there is food and drink, why do we want to come to this back garden! He cursed in annoyance, and then looked back at Na Meng Shenji, wanting to see how he was writing. It turned out that this little old man had taken out a small dagger the length of a palm out of nowhere, and he was sharpening the head of a pencil gracefully.

"The little old man wanders into the restaurant, sometimes when he returns at night, his friends on the road are worried about not being safe, so they give me this knife to defend himself......" Old man Meng found Bai He looking at the small dagger in his hand, so he quickly explained.

However, Bai He's focus was not on this at all, he was just stunned: "Is it that I spoke too fast and couldn't keep up?" ”

"Nope." Old man Meng smiled a little embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, I'll pay attention next time......" Shirakawa smiled, also a little embarrassed. There's no way, the god of forgetting words is so godly, accidentally even he himself is addicted to it and can't extricate himself. But then again, although this book is a surprise for the second lady, why not give him his own memories? Because......

The only connection between my current self and my previous life is the memory in my mind!

Just as he was distracted, he suddenly heard the old man Meng continue: "Mr. Bai, in fact, you can say faster, you don't have to take care of the old arms and legs of the little old man." ”

"Huh?" Bai He was stunned when he heard this, came back to his senses, and asked, "Have you finished memorizing?" ”

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life." Old man Meng nodded.

"Don't force it?"

"Not reluctantly!"

Old man Meng looked at Bai He, his eyes were simply moved, and he said in his heart: Good man! This Mr. Bai is really a good person! He is the most noble uncle in Jinling City, and the righteous brother of Mr. Qinglian, but he has no big man at all, and he is very amiable. Not only did he pick up the old man and come back to do things, but he also gave me a rumored magic pen "Wanqing" as soon as we met, and even told the story, and deliberately slowed down to take care of my old man...... It's a super thunderbolt, the first Armstrong in the universe, a great guy in the spinning and accelerating jet!

"......" Bai He was stunned again, unable to get the deep meaning in his eyes at all. But since he didn't force it, let's take a look at it first, so he picked up the manuscript on the table and looked at it.

As a result, there was a "hiss" sound, and he gasped on the spot.

Mommy's!

This、This is also Mrs. Mrs. Mrs...... Incredible, right?

Bai He was worried that he would speak too fast, and Old Man Meng wouldn't be able to keep up with the rhythm, but now? I saw that on the big white paper, there were dense small characters, enough to have two or three hundred thousand words, which were condensed into ...... by Old Man Meng There are too many words, Bai He really can't count them, but he can be sure that there are definitely no 200,000 words here, because Old Man Meng uses vernacular.

Vernacular is the kind of semi-ancient vernacular text of the original Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Journey to the West, you know?

The "Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals" typed out with the keyboard is now translated into the ancient vernacular by this inconspicuous little old man, not only God has restored the content of the original work, but also perfectly condensed the number of words, and even the level of reading of the half-hung ancient text like Bai He is not affected at all. The handwriting is neat and concise, and there are no typos in the lines, and even the modifications are few, so neat that Baihe almost thought it was printed.

In addition, Bai He glanced at it and found that there were more things in the manuscript that he hadn't said, especially in the cultivation part, words such as "Yiqi", "Yiyang", "Huangya", "Dantou", "Living Son", "God of One" and other words emerged in endlessly, not to mention words such as "Five Hearts", "Six Hours", "Seven Gates", "Eight Elements", and "Nine Turns".

These Taoist professional terms and vocabulary, Bai He has never heard of it, and he has never even heard of it, and he seems to be completely confused.