Liao Wenjie choked, Ning Caichen was logical, reasonable, and well-founded, he couldn't refute it.

"Brother Zhiqiu, don't eat it, Brother Ning has a problem with his ideological consciousness, hurry up and persuade him."

Liao Wenjie pulled Zhiqiu Yiye, who was crazy about eating and drinking, and he didn't know if he was too hungry or had a grudge against steamed buns, and he vowed not to give up if he didn't eat ten things.

"What's wrong, what's wrong with Brother Ning?"

Zhiqiu Yiye swallowed the ninth steamed bun, and burped in pain, no, he really couldn't eat it.

But he can't be untrustworthy, he vowed to eat ten bowls of rice, and now there is no rice and only steamed buns, so eat ten steamed buns.

"He said he wasn't a good woman, how good is this, it's weird!"

"That's right, who is a good woman!"

Zhiqiu Yiye didn't care, and sneered: "Brother Cui, are you serious, are you a good woman?" ”

Liao Wenjie was speechless, and said slowly after a while: "Serious, famous, notoriously bad women." ”

"Isn't that over, everyone is not a woman, come, let's go."

Zhiqiu Yiye picked up the tenth steamed bun and took a deep breath: "Master Zu is above, the disciple is not only not a good woman, but also does what he says." ”

Liao Wenjie: "......"

All of them are weirdos, where have all the normal people gone?

Swallowing the tenth steamed bun, Zhiqiu Yiye collapsed and couldn't move, tilted his head and saw Liao Wenjie looking depressed, panting and saying: "Brother Cui, it's a good thing not to be lustful, my master said that color is a steel knife that scrapes bones, beauty misleads people's future, Brother Ning is not lustful, and he will definitely make great achievements in the future." ”

"The words are true, but I persuaded Brother Ning to be lustful, just for the sake of his future!"

Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows, thought of the third routine, and poured a glass of wine for Ning Caichen: "Brother, you also heard what the young lady of the Fu family said just now, their father is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and he is in charge of the imperial examination." If you become his son-in-law, you will definitely rise all the way, and you will be able to get fame with your eyes closed. ”

"Moreover, the Ministry of Rites Shangshu is a high-ranking official of the second grade, and he is only responsible for the emperor above the court, and he is in a high position, which is a thick thigh in terms of official career!"

It's not Liao Wenjie talking nonsense, it's true, don't look at Fu Tianqiu is just a second-grade civil official, there are also first-class and first-class officials, but these first-grade officials are not only difficult to promote, but most of them are fictitious, so they sound amazing, if there is no part-time job, it is basically a mouth cannon.

The Ministry of Rites is different, placed in Liao Wenjie's previous life, it is equivalent to the minister of propaganda, united front, diplomacy, education, culture, science and technology and other departments.

Coupled with the most important sacrificial matters, the proper real power faction, to say something that the emperor doesn't like to hear, Fu Tianqiu stomped his feet on the court, and the whole world had to tremble.

"Brother Cui, you have started talking nonsense again, not to mention that Master Fu is notoriously upright, and he will not abuse his power, even if he abuses ......"

Ning Caichen's character continued to be strong, and he dragged up the text: "Rich and noble, what people want, they don't get it with their way, and they don't get it anywhere." ”

Okay, you're single!

Liao Wenjie shook his head, and said that, he started from the three perspectives of fate, beauty, and power, and said everything that should be said, Ning Caichen didn't listen to a word, and he didn't waste his saliva anymore.

"By the way, you write well, give me a poem."

Liao Wenjie took out the picture of the lady from the umbrella and handed it to Ning Caichen, missing four seven-word poems, the artistic conception was seriously insufficient, while Ning Caichen was still there, he quickly made up for the collection value.

"Brother Cui, it's good if you come by yourself."

"Words eat lotus roots!"

Liao Wenjie shrugged, he was a painter in his last life, and he had specially practiced calligraphy in order to be elegant, so he was not ugly.

But it depends on who you compare with, compared with Yan Chixia......

Well, the old Taoist priest is fierce, and the wild grass is really not bad. When you don't write wild grass, the words are like a sword in a box, although it is not unsheathed, there is a hidden edge, and your eyes hurt after looking at it for a long time.

Change one.

Compared with Zhiqiu Yiye, his handwriting is indeed good, but compared with Ning Caichen, he is a little out of his hand.

Ning Caichen eats with a pen, while reading the Four Books and Five Classics for fame, and earning living expenses by writing for others.

"Brother Cui, do you want to write a poem that entrusts sorrow?"

Opening the picture scroll, Ning Caichen was immediately stunned, and then asked in a low voice.

"Almost, I have the poem, you can just write it." Liao Wenjie cleared his throat and read out the poem Ten Mile Pinghu.

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad. Looking at each other in the shape of the moon, only envying the mandarin ducks and not the immortals......" Ning Caichen repeated it several times, feeling more and more sad, and couldn't help but burst into tears in the depths of his love.

"Brother, how many dishes, drunk like this?"

"No, I was moved by the true feelings of Brother Cui and Miss Xiaoqian."

If you say that, then your brain is green enough!

"Brother Ning, I said that you think too much, Xiaoqian and I are the relationship between white prostitutes and top brands, and I haven't prostituted yet!"

"Well, you're right."

Ning Caichen nodded again and again, knowing that Liao Wenjie was in deep distress and didn't want to go deeper on this topic, so he carefully took the scroll away from the wine table and went to the side alone to wash the pen and ink.

He has already seen the general situation, it is nothing more than the striking similarity between Fu Qingfeng and Xiaoqian, Liao Wenjie saw people thinking about people, and the love threads buried in his heart swelled up, and he felt this poem.

Because of all kinds of suffering, it was difficult for outsiders to find him to help write poems.

"The word love is really harmful, and heroes like Brother Cui who don't change their faces in the face of demons and monsters can't beat ......"

Ning Caichen muttered, then the question comes, since it is so rare, why not find Fu Qingfeng to solve the pain of lovesickness, but help him match him in the name of marriage?

Got it!

Because the two women are not alone, Liao Wenjie is afraid that he will fall deeper and deeper, and he is afraid of hurting another person.

"Brother Cui, it's worthy of you, I'm not as good as the breeze of the high festival!"

This product is starting to make up for it again!

Hearing Ning Caichen's whispering in his ears, Liao Wenjie knew that he didn't think of a good thing, raised his eyebrows, and raised his eyebrows at Zhiqiu Yiye who was lying in the corpse.

"Brother Zhiqiu!"

"Oops!!"

Zhiqiu Yiye shuddered, sat up with his hands, and said with a headache: "Brother Cui, if you have something to say, come here coldly, I am panicked when I hear it." ”

"That's the case, I think the virtuous brother is clever, and I want to ask for a word or two."

"Fight!?"

Zhiqiu Yiye's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head: "Forget it, although I am aggressive, but I am dealing with demons and monsters, and I will learn from you, Brother Cui...... It's not interesting to beat you just a little bit, don't compare, you win. ”

"It's not about fighting, it's about sitting and talking."

Liao Wenjie said bewildermently: "I have a hand of swordsmanship, the power is amazing, floating in the sky to fight, majestic and very stylish, it is suitable for a handsome young student like you, brother Xian." ”

"Hey, hey, Brother Cui has a vision, I didn't expect that I was hidden so deeply and was discovered by you."

Zhiqiu Yiye grinned, mainly because he hadn't washed his face in the past few days, and he had been running away for most of the day before he looked disgraced, otherwise he could see that he was handsome with long eyes.

"I'll take out the sword technique and explain it, Brother Xian, you also talk about your own spells, how about everyone exchange experiences with each other and make progress together?"

"I'm afraid it won't work!"

Zhiqiu Yiye put away his smiling face and said seriously: "The rules of the master are strict, I can't break the rules, otherwise the ancestor will know in the sky, and a thunderbolt will kill me, and the fun will be great." ”

There is a god in his head, Liao Wenjie persuaded a few more words that it is taboo to work behind closed doors, and Zhiqiu Yiye gritted his teeth and did not give any room to turn around.

Fixation...... In front of the earth escape technique, Liao Wenjie salivated, Zhiqiu Yiye refused to let go, he would not give up, and slapped it on the wine table.

"Brother Cui, don't be angry, you don't have a teacher, you don't understand the taboos, if I casually spread the spell, not only me, but you will also be unlucky."

Zhiqiu Yiye shook his head into a rattle, got up and walked outside the house: "Don't say much, I just saw a sapling lonely and slingling, I went to help it grow into a giant tree in the sky." ”

"Sit down, you rectum."

Liao Wenjie pressed Zhiqiu Yiye back to his original position: "See clearly, I didn't scare you, but bartered things, so that you could give an explanation to the master." ”

"What's the explanation?"

I don't know why, and when I see a row of copper coins on the table, I don't know why.

What do you mean, is this looking down on him, or looking down on the Kunlun faction?

"Brother Xian, take a closer look, don't rush to conclusions."

"Money can drive away ghosts, wealth can be channeled, and it looks so powerful......"

Zhiqiu Yiye picked up the copper plate, studied it for a long time, and said with a confused face: "Brother Cui, what kind of copper coin is this, you made it yourself?" ”

Liao Wenjie: "......"

He is not afraid that there is no goods in his hands, but he is afraid that he will not know the goods on the other side, he has reason to suspect that Zhiqiu Yiye is not good at learning and art, and he is a half bucket of water that sneaks down the mountain gate.

Fortunately, it's not a big problem, Zhiqiu Yiye is really stupid, not pretending to be stupid, and he can continue the routine.

Add money!

"Brother Xian, this is called the innate copper coin, whether it is the gods in the sky, or the yin of the underworld, the money received is this thing, it is difficult to find it in the world, and it is estimated that no one will refute it."

Liao Wenjie teased it a little, and brushed it out of his arms to find a money sword made of thirty-six copper coins: "Brother Xian, look at it again, this money sword is the best choice to drive away evil spirits and fight ghosts, and for us cultivators, it is simply an heirloom and a town sect artifact." ”

"Hiss, so powerful?"

Zhiqiu Yiye took the money sword, frowned and studied it for a while.

"How?"

"Don't hide it from Brother Cui, I have a demon slaying sword, which was passed down to me by the master, and the copper coin sword is dispensable to me."

Zhiqiu Yiye shrugged, lacking interest in the money sword, and the master commented that he was mediocre in martial arts, and he was a once-in-a-century genius in spells such as spells, earth escapes, and imperial objects.

Life is short, if you want to make a difference, you must distinguish priorities, and you must not plan to go to Qin and Dusk.

Innate copper coins are indeed rare, but they don't match his number, and it's useless to ask for them.

"Brother Cui, you put away the sword, when you go back to the mountain one day, I'll help you ask, maybe other people are interested."

Zhiqiu Yiye loosened the belt of his trousers: "Don't say it, that tree should be in a hurry, let's talk back." ”

Liao Wenjie: "......"

Fortunately, the location is not in Lanruo Temple, otherwise if Zhiqiu Yiye said it, Ning Caichen would definitely misunderstand something.