After everything was arranged, Wu Dalang went back to the room, but when he left, he called Jian Ten into the room.

After Jian Shi followed Wu Dalang into the room, Wu Dalang did not immediately talk to Jian Shi, but walked to his desk and began to write.

After a while, Wu Dalang finished writing, picked up the paper he had just finished writing, blew it, dried the ink, and put the paper in the envelope.

Immediately, Wu Dalang began to write another letter, but this one had less content, and it didn't take long to finish it.

After also putting it in the envelope, Wu Dalang turned his head to look at Jian Shi.

"There are two letters here, one for the planter and the other for my wife. You don't have to worry too much about the letter from the planter to him, he will arrange it himself. ”

"As for the letter to my wife, they were asked to raise money, and after they raised money, you have to bring it back, and that's the way it is."

"Understood." Jian Shi took the letter in Wu Dalang's hand and said seriously.

"Well, let's go down." Wu Dalang waved his hand and said, suddenly remembered something, and immediately shouted again: "Wait a minute." ”

Wu Dalang said as he took out a few more drawings from the table and handed them to Jian Shi.

"By the way, give these drawings to Song Jiang and Yang Zaixing."

"Yes, the subordinates retired." After Jian Shi took the drawings in Wu Dalang's hand, he exited the room.

Wu Dalang slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night scene outside the window.

Now the night scene in Jinghai County has changed a lot compared to before, now every house has lights on, and the sound of Huo Huo's knife sharpening is heard in the air, they should eat horse meat.

Thinking of horse meat, Wu Dalang set his sights on the battlefield outside Jinghai County.

The flames could still be seen on the other side of the battlefield, and it seemed that the corpses had not yet burned out.

This is war, and war is about the dead, and even if the fire can destroy all this, it can't change the fact that the dead are dead.

Wu Dalang retracted his gaze, turned around and went back to the bed, lying down, his eyes open, in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

On the other side, Song Jiang and Yang Zaixing also got the drawings given to them by Jian Shi, and they couldn't wait to look at it.

They also want to see if there is anything magical about Wu Dalang's things, and at the same time, they also want to know how much difference their IQ is between themselves and Wu Dalang, and why they can't think of anything that Wu Dalang can come up with.

Thinking of this, they studied it carefully.

After a stick of incense.

Song Jiang and Yang Zaixing, who were in their respective rooms, were sweating profusely, they were already very serious, very hard, and very hard, but they found that they only knew half of it, and they couldn't fully understand it.

The two finally knew how big the IQ gap between them and Wu Dalang was, and it should be a full difference between Wu Dalang.

I don't know and I can't sit still.

Yang Zaixing thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and he said to himself: "I'm just a martial artist, it's normal to not understand, I heard that Song Jiang is both wise and brave, and I can study it with him." ”

Yang Zaixing thought about it and immediately went to Song Jiang's room.

At this moment, Song Jiang rubbed his eyes and put down the drawings in despair.

"I can't read it, my eyes are spent, my head hurts... This thing is really hard. I don't know if Yang Zaixing has researched it, he should be able to, otherwise how could Master Wu entrust him with three things? Well, then go to him. ”

Song Jiang also went out as he spoke, and walked towards Yang Zaixing's room.

Song Jiang was on the third floor, Yang Zaixing was on the first floor, and the two went up and down, but they met on the second floor.

Yang Zaixing hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Brother Song, I was about to look for you." ”

Song Jiang froze for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth twitched, he also understood what Yang Zaixing was looking for himself, this guy had the same idea as him.

Song Jiang coughed lightly: "I don't know what Brother Yang is looking for me?" ”

Song Jiang felt that he couldn't expose his IQ, so he came to a knowingly question.

Yang Zaixing was a little embarrassed: "I don't understand a little bit about Master Wu's drawings, and I want to ask Brother Song for advice." ”

A little bit??

Song Jiang rolled his eyes in his heart.

Song Jiang: "Well, I don't understand my drawings a little, but I have a brother named Wu Yong, who often compares himself to Kong Ming, so I came to him to ask." ”

Yang Zaixing: "I see, can you take me with you?" ”

Song Jiang: "Of course, we are all doing things for Master Wu, regardless of each other. Go, follow me. ”

Wu Yong happened to live on the second floor, so the two of them came directly to Wu Yong's room.

"Knock knock..."

Song Jiang knocked on the door.

"Who?" Wu Yong's voice came from the room.

"It's me, Song Jiang." Song Jiang said.

In a few moments, the door opened.

Song Jiang led Yang Zaixing into Wu Yong's room.

The three of them sat down at the table.

"Did you come to me for something?" Wu Yong asked suspiciously.

Song Jiang and Yang Zaixing silently took out the drawings from their arms, put them on the table, and then pushed them in front of Wu Yong.

"Master Wu's drawings, we can't understand a little bit, you can help us take a look." Song Jiang said without blushing and without a beat.

"Oh? Can't get it? Wu Yong suddenly became interested, Wu Dalang's resourcefulness Wu Yong is often ashamed of himself, and now that he can contact the product of Wu Dalang's wisdom, he wants to try.

Wu Yong flipped over the drawings and looked at them fixedly.

It's so hard...

This was Wu Yong's first feeling.

Wu Yong looked at it carefully and carefully analyzed the mystery.

It's so hard...

This is the feeling of Wu Yong after being serious.

The more serious he is, the more questions he doesn't understand, and Wu Yong instantly feels that his brain is a little insufficient.

Wu Yong was desperate, Wu Dalang could come up with so many exquisite things, but he couldn't understand it...

The gap between him and Wu Dalang is too big, right??

Wu Yong rubbed his temples, turned his head to look at Song Jiang, and asked in a weird manner, "You say, you just can't understand it a little bit?" ”

Song Jiang's old face turned red, he was very embarrassed, and in the end, he no longer hid it.

"Actually... It's a little bit understood. ”

Wu Yong regained a little self-confidence at this time, he can't compare with Wu Dalang, he can still compare with Song Jiang and Yang Zaixing, and even has a little sense of superiority.

At least, he didn't just understand a little bit...

"These drawings of Master Wu are difficult, but they are not traceless, as long as we find the rules in them, we can crack them." Wu Yong said truthfully.

"Well, the so-called three stinkers compete with one Zhuge Liang, I think the three of us can still study it." Song Jiang cheered himself on.

Yang Zaixing was silent, but he was very unsure in his heart, he knew that he would directly consult Wu Dalang, and found a guy who compared himself to Kong Ming, and finally asked three stinkers to make up the number.

What can Yang Zaixing do, he is also desperate, he can't sweep away Wu Yong and Song Jiang's interest.

So, the three of them picked up the lamp together and studied...

Wu Dalang turned over in the room and said to himself, "Why didn't Song Jiang and Yang Zaixing come to me?" Can they all understand it? Well, the wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated. Awesome, amazing. If I understand, I'll go to sleep. ”

As he spoke, Wu Dalang closed his eyes and went to sleep, completely unaware that the three wise ancients were still fighting.

Old wind: The sixth day and five watches are completed.

(End of chapter)