[The time has been changed to eleven o'clock, and I feel that the pressure has become lighter and I am out of motivation...... The number of recommended votes has decreased greatly.,Maybe this volume is really a cheat.,I'm also uncomfortable to write.,Forget it.,Don't play so many tricks.。 It ended as soon as possible, and in addition the contract was mailed, and the state was two days later. Ask for collections, ask for recommendations, all kinds of requests. I want to write about night work in the next volume, and I'm frantically looking for information, but unfortunately I can't find too much, so I'll talk about it later. Someone suggested that I have fun in the book circle...... It's really not too much time. Also, the cover has been changed, thanks to the brother in front of me for the cover. The donkey is very happy, and many people say they like it......]

Wang Tian's face was a little dark, although he didn't know if he still had a face.

The palm of his hand slapped Lisuo, and the pain was also a little uncomfortable, and he trembled directly.

This made the corners of Huang Feihong's mouth twitch, thinking that he had no shadow feet in Foshan, and he had a tiger and crane double-shaped fist.

Just slapped the table, although the palm of the hand will hurt, but as a martial artist, it is impossible to bear it.

Huang Feihong couldn't help but think, what kind of cheating thing is in Lao Tzu's hands?

Perhaps, not something!!

Huang Feihong and Zhao Xiaolong both looked at his right hand, their eyes burning and their faces full of solemnity.

But Wang Tian was stunned after filming, and he couldn't speak, so what could he do if he slapped the table? Did you beat Huang Feihong?

Although it is very cool, although it is a little difficult to accept Wong Fei Hong's pedantic character.

However, it is very bad to hit people at every turn.

It's not like you're depressed when you first came, and you can vent it. Today's Huang Feihong is a person with status and status, if he really wants to be beaten by himself, he will definitely have no prestige in front of his subordinates.

Besides, it hurts to hit someone.

Wang Tian, who understood the matter, raised his slap and gave Huang Feihong a slap, feeling the pain in the palm of his hand, he breathed a sigh of relief.

With a slap in the face, Huang Feihong and Zhao Xiaolong both looked stiff and a little confused.

Especially Huang Feihong, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't guard against his hands. He smiled helplessly: "You see, there is really something wrong with my hand." ”

Zhao Xiaolong nodded solemnly: "General, what's the matter?" ”

He believed that Huang Feihong was by no means a fraud, and Zhao Xiaolong knew very well what kind of character Huang Feihong was. He would never humiliate himself, especially if he slapped himself in the face, it was simply impossible.

If you want Huang Feihong to slap himself in the face, it is even more difficult than killing him.

So, the only explanation is that Huang Feihong's hand really has a problem.

Huang Feihong smiled bitterly and temporarily let go of his dissatisfaction with the slaughter of the city. After hesitating for a moment, he still felt that Zhao Xiaolong was not an outsider, and explained: "Brother Zhao, there is something wrong with my hand. It's like there's a person living in it, and I don't know when the other party will manipulate it, and I can't control it at all. ”

Zhao Xiaolong's expression became serious when he heard this, but his eyes sparkled.

"General, this is a miracle, if it spreads, it can greatly enhance the prestige of the general and hit the prestige of the Manchu Qing Dynasty."

"Miracles?" Huang Feihong's face turned black when he heard this, is it a miracle to slap his face at every turn?

How to transmit?

Could it be that I, General Huang Feihong, have been blessed by God with my hands, and I will slap myself in the face at every turn?

Thinking about that scene, Huang Feihong had a desire to die.

Seeing Huang Feihong's constipated face, Zhao Xiaolong's heart moved and said, "General, if it's a miracle, we'll know if we try it." When the time comes, please leave it up to the general to decide for himself what to do. ”

Huang Feihong's heart moved: "How to experiment?" ”

Zhao Xiaolong smiled and nodded: "The general said that there seems to be a person inside, so we will give him a pen and paper and let him write." If you can write it, it is a miracle, and if you can't write it, you are sick. ”

At the end, Zhao Xiaolong's expression was solemn.

Huang Feihong's face also changed, if it was a miracle, it would be fine, but if it was a disease, it would be serious. He has excellent medical skills, and he has never seen this kind of disease. If this disease really exists and you don't even notice it, doesn't that mean that you are dead?

Thinking of this, Huang Feihong's face changed, and it was a matter of life and death. Even though he faced life and death indifferently before, but now that he has just achieved great results, even Huang Feihong doesn't want to die easily.

The butt determines the head, and the position determines the meaning of life.

Standing on top of a tree is very different from standing under a tree and seeing the scenery in the distance.

Human beings are complex creatures, and there are no saints in this world.

He, Huang Feihong, is just a mortal in the flesh, and his knowledge was shallow before. Now that he has embarked on this road and is likely to succeed, Huang Feihong can't help but ask for more.

It's human nature!!

After hesitating for a moment, Huang Feihong explained with a solemn expression: "But I was also practicing calligraphy and writing medical skills before. I haven't seen any action from my brother? ”

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaolong also frowned. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head helplessly: "No matter what, it's always right to try." General, I'm going to get a pen and paper. ”

The matter has come to this point, and Huang Feihong does not delay: "In this way, then Brother Zhao will go." I'm waiting for you here. ”

Wang Tian was silent, listening to the conversation between the two, and the more he listened, the more he muttered in his heart. The more I muttered, the more I felt stupid.

He snatched his hands, thinking that the task would be extremely difficult. But at this time, I realized that I seemed to be very stupid.

Can't speak, can't you write?

Why didn't I think of it before?

Wang Tian frowned, puzzled in his heart. When I think about my previous experience, I feel a little brainless. And at this moment, as if I had been opened to wisdom, I could even think about what to write for a while.

It's just ......

Could it be that Lao Tzu was really blessed by God?

Wang Tian was a little confused?

Or is it that Lao Tzu was too stupid in the past, and he still needs a reminder from the ancients to remember?

He had serious doubts that his IQ would be up to the task!!

After a while, Zhao Xiaolong took a pen and paper and spread it out on the table of the Eight Immortals. Huang Feihong got up with a solemn expression, took a deep breath, stood in front of the table and reached out to grab the brush.

Suddenly, his eyes widened instantly.

But seeing that his hands no longer obeyed the call, the brush was windless and automatic, and a trace of black handwriting appeared on the tip of the pen, which was not his habitual writing action at all.

"This ......"

Huang Feihong was shocked, and Zhao Xiaolong was also shocked.

Then, he saw Huang Feihong close his eyes, and then turned his back.

Only that one hand, holding the pen, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, and wrote a line of upright regular script.

"Sixteen-character policy......" Zhao Xiaolong looked at it dumbfounded, shocked in his heart.

If this is true, it is truly a blessing from heaven.