Airplanes!

The aura of heaven and earth trembled inexplicably, and layers of ripples suddenly appeared on the calm surface of Ansan Lake.

Came suddenly, disappeared weirdly!

"His grandmother's, it's good that you are a junior of the human race, you dare to sprinkle on the top of my old man's head...... Uh, no, Tai Sui's head is groundbreaking!

If you don't give an explanation today, this saint will take back the dragon clothes, and don't care if you have a dragon soul or a dragon soul!"

In the cave at the bottom of Ansan Lake, the old drunkard looked at the wine bowl in front of him in annoyance, patted the table hatefully, and the wine trough was purple.

I saw that in the wine bowl was Wu Ming's image, and the table top trembled.

If anyone is here, they will surely find that the waves in the wine bowl are almost exactly the same as the ripples on the surface of Lake Ansan!

At this time, on the shore of Ansan Lake, an old, a young and a cat stared at each other as if they were funny.

"Young master, don't be impulsive, even if you can't see that, it's not like this!"

Wu Fu almost pleaded in front of him.

Whining!

The kitten whimpered again and again, and its little paws grabbed Wu Ming's trouser legs, as if he was afraid that he would do something stupid!

"Fauber, do I look like I'm doing something stupid?"

Wu Ming kicked the kitten away angrily, crying and laughing.

"Uh......? What is this for?"

Wu Fu was stunned and pointed to Wu Ming's trouser belt.

"Work!"

Wu Ming rolled his eyes, tightened his belt casually, and walked to the boulder on the side.

"Whew, as long as it's not that!"

Wu Fu let out a long breath and patted his chest with palpitations.

Whining!

The kitten clung its head in its paws and lay on the ground without moving.

I saw Wu Ming looking left and again, his eyes wandering on the boulders along the coast, and he didn't notice the movement on the surface of Ansan Lake.

"That's you!"

After a while, Wu Ming identified a rock wall that was several feet high and the side was quite flat, exhaled and made a sound, jumped up and climbed the rock wall, and his right hand bent his fingers into the hook and slammed into the rock.

Poof!

The hard rock wall was buckled open like tofu, and the sonorous sound was loud, the gravel was scattered, and in the blink of an eye, there was a line of eight large characters like silver hooks and iron paintings!

"Although the turtle is long, there is still a time. ”

After Wu Fu finished reading, his pupils suddenly contracted like the tip of a needle, and he glanced around carefully like a thief, making sure that Anshan Lake was not moving, and wiped a cold sweat with a weak heart.

With just a few words, he vaguely guessed what his little master was going to do!

But arranging a transcendent saintly existence like this, it's okay to write well, if there is anything wrong, it will definitely be a catastrophe!

Moreover, the first sentence doesn't look like a good word no matter how you look at it!

Wu Mingke didn't care what Wu Fu was thinking, he was bent on plagiarizing the masterpieces of ancient Huaxia, and the second sentence was soon released.

"The snake rides the fog and ends up in ashes. ”

Wu Fu's mouth trembled, if he hadn't been sure in his heart that his little master would not be stupid enough to joke with his life, he would have been forcibly taken away a long time ago!

"Lao Ji ......"

When I saw the next two words, I couldn't make my legs and stomachs!

"Damn, damn the little Terran imp, he actually cursed my old man! No, this kid must not be allowed to mess around any longer, otherwise my old man's reputation will be ruined by a crooked poem...... Huh?"

In the cave at the bottom of the lake, the old drunkard slapped the table again and again, and the wine in the bowl rippled, and when the ripples dissipated and looked at it calmly, his eyes suddenly froze.

"Lao Ji is in the woods, and his ambitions are thousands of miles!"

Seeing this, Wu Fu let out a long breath, and the spirit shivered, only to realize that the placket behind his back had been soaked in cold sweat, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Smack!

After completing the four lines and thirty-two characters, Wu Ming jumped down, clapped his hands casually, and looked at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction.

"The martyrs are in their twilight years, and their hearts are strong!

Wu Fu finished reading it in one go, and he couldn't make friends again and again.

The first two sentences seem to allude to the end, but the artistic conception of the last two sentences is otherworldly and wonderful!

And, even if it was himself, how was it not like that?

People are as old as him, if it weren't for taking care of Wu Ming, he would have been disheartened to death!

Now that the cultivation is gradually recovering, the strong heart is rising again!

"Well, this is about the same, the human race is the human race, and it deserves to be the smartest race in the world, this text inheritance is really incisive!

Very well in the book...... But why do you feel a little unsatisfied?"

The old drunkard slapped the table while meditating, and after reading it, he took the wine bowl and drank it with satisfaction, but he paused in mid-air, staring at the picture with a frown.

can see the next scene, angrily blowing his beard and glaring, scratching his ears and cheeks for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up and waved a bright streamer.

"The little master is quick to think and knowledgeable, this poem is not an exaggeration to say that everyone in the world is the same, but it seems that something is missing!"

Wu Fu read it carefully a few times, although he felt that it was quite dusty, and he didn't delve into it when he thought that it was made for that person.

First, he has extraordinary experience, and secondly, he has been disabled for many years, and he has nothing to do, so he has developed the habit of reading.

When I accompanied Wu Ming in Beijin, I used reading books to kill time, and then I saw that there was a following.

"Hey, I've been worrying too much lately, and I'm in a bad mood! It's important to hurry, and I'll have a chance to make up for it later!"

Wu Ming rubbed his eyebrows, looking tired.

When Wu Fu heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, knowing that this little master of his own family might be playing some kind of ghost idea!

If it was so easy to give up, it wouldn't be three days at Ansan Lake!

"Ahem, young man, it's not good to do things halfway! And at a young age, how many troubles there are!"

Suddenly, there was an old cough behind him.

"What......"

Wu Fu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned to look at it suddenly.

I saw a rickety old man in ragged clothes, carrying a bundle of dry firewood on his back, and his cloudy eyes were looking at the rock wall to make poems.

"I wonder when my husband came?"

Wu Fu's words turned to his lips, his eyes first looked at the kitten, and then stared at the woodcutter.

Whining!

The kitten whimpered a little aggrievedly, as if to say that he didn't know either.

"Ahem, the old man has been watching here for a while, and when he saw that this young man was extraordinary, he stopped to watch, and he was definitely not intentionally offended.

It's just that when I saw such a masterpiece, I thought of the old man's own age, hehe, I couldn't help but say more!"

The woodcutter seemed to be unable to cough again and again, hurriedly put down the firewood, sat on the rock next to rest, touched the gourd on his waist and poured saliva, and his expression looked better.

"I look at my husband as a man in the mountains, and he can read and break words, which shows that I am prosperous in the Song Dynasty!"

Wu Ming politely stepped forward.

Wu Fu followed closely behind, his eyes still staring at the woodcutter.

The old man appeared so suddenly, even strangely, that he didn't even notice it.

Even though he swept up and down dozens of times with his divine sense, he was still a mortal who was dying, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly!

"Ahem, oops, I went to a private school for a few years when I was young, and I met a kind gentleman, who didn't dislike the old man's poor family, so I listened to it in the private school, and from time to time I would order a few words, but unfortunately, I was young and playful, and I was old!"

The old face of the woodcutter was slightly red, as if he was a little drunk, and it seemed to be remembrance.

"I see you're strong!"

Wu Ming's eyes swept over the firewood next to him and flattered, and he stepped forward again and said, "Uncle, I'm a little tired of working for half a day, can I beg for water?"

"Uh...... cough, the young man is extraordinary, how can he ...... It's good, it's rare that young people don't dislike old men, give!"

The old face of the woodcutter stiffened, so he couldn't spit it out, but he was stared at by Wu Ming's straight eyes, and he handed the gourd over helplessly.

"Little master!"

Wu Fu took a step forward, and it could be seen that Wu Ming's expression was familiar, and he gritted his teeth and took the gourd in his hand first.

"Fu Bo, you are also tired, take two sips to relieve your fatigue!"

Wu Ming didn't care about anything else, he opened the gourd plug and dragged the bottom to let Wu Fu drink.

"Ahem!"

Wu Fu choked on two mouthfuls in a row, and was stunned by Wu Ming to pour a few more mouthfuls.

The corners of the woodcutter's eyes twitched, and his mouth opened a few times and he didn't make a sound to stop it!

"This water is really sweet! It must be the spiritual spring water in the mountains, which is rare to see!"

Wu Ming took the gourd and drank two sips, praising it repeatedly.

"Ahem, young man, young man, it's just an ordinary mountain spring, leave some for my father-in-law, there is still a long mountain road to go!"

The woodcutter hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab it.

"Don't worry, don't worry, who doesn't know that the mountains and rivers on the shore of Ansan Lake are beautiful, and there are many springs.

Poor boy, I still have a long way to go, so you should do good!"

Wu Ming turned around as he spoke, and called the kitten, which was actually poured directly with a gourd.

Seeing this, the woodcutter was full of regret, but it was hard to say that he was reluctant to even give saliva, so he could only watch an old man, a young man and a cat take turns to drink water.

I've seen shameless, I've never seen such shameless, and after drinking, I took out a jade bottle and filled it up, but I even started the idea of a gourd!

"Ah, I'm really sorry for my husband, I've drunk it all!

Even if you don't go to the city to buy a big mansion, buy some fields for your family, raise your children on your knees, make fun of your grandchildren, and enjoy the blessings, wouldn't it be happy?

To tell you the truth, I have a lot of this stuff, and you always regard it as a good deed and spend it for me!

Wu Ming shook the gourd in embarrassment, slapped his head and stuffed the gourd into the bag, took out a few ingots of gold and stuffed them for the woodcutter, turned his head and waved his hand to pull Wu Fu away.

Leaving the woodcutter alone and holding the gold in the wind!

Wu Fu already sensed that something was wrong, Mu Na was almost dragged forward, tilting his head and looking erratically, not knowing where to look!

"I ...... No, no, this gourd is not sold, not sold, this is handed down by the ancestors, even if it is given to Jinshan Yinshan, it will not be sold!

You people...... Scholars, don't you always preach respect for the old and love for the young? Why do you even rob my old man's family heirlooms?"

After walking a few steps, he saw the woodcutter rushing forward at a speed beyond his age's imagination, grabbed Wu Ming's bag, turned out the gourd and held it in his arms and shouted.

"Little master, why don't you ...... Forget it?"

Wu Fu turned his neck stiffly, almost persuading with a crying voice.

"Hey, okay, you always take the gold, and make an apology for the disrespectful gift that the kid just had!"

Wu Ming glanced at the gourd regretfully and bowed.

"Hmph, if you really want to apologize, complete the poem just now, otherwise the old man won't agree!"

The woodcutter was stared at by his almost greedy gaze, and quickly hid the gourd behind him, and his eyes turned away.