For Song Lanyi, since she came to this world, reading at night has become the norm for her.

She rubbed her eyes, and after filling the third piece of scratch paper used for this level, she couldn't help but rub her eyes, feeling that she had overused her brain.

Mo Sheng took her scratch paper in his hand, and saw that the handwriting on it was clear and the steps were clear, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Why don't you learn any medicine or Confucianism, come with me to learn Mo Dao." Maybe there will be a second saint in Modao. ”

When Song Lanyi heard this, she immediately smiled, she raised her eyebrows, and her slightly long eyebrows seemed to have a hook and thorn, with a feeling of unbridled and wanton.

I heard her laugh and say, "Teacher, have you ever heard of someone giving up a forest because of a tree?" ”

Mo Sheng was silent for a long time, and then he looked at her resentfully, and said hatefully, "Scumbag! ”

He learned this word from Song Lanyi.

Song Lanyi brushed her hair and turned back confidently, "Women are not scum, and my sister is not loved." ”

Mo Sheng: "......"

He can't cure this apprentice, come on, take her away.

This series of conversations, in the course of the whole night's study, was like a flash in the pan.

Almost without Mo Sheng's words, Song Lanyi once again devoted himself to researching practical calculations.

Mo Sheng looked at Song Lanyi's back, as if he had made a decision.

He spoke, "Yiyi, are you preparing to participate in the Great Contest of All Races?" ”

Song Lanyi looked like he had just woken up from a dream, and then he reacted, "It turns out that it is the Great Competition of All Races." ”

Seeing her like this, Mo Sheng wanted to speak and stopped, and finally just said, "In this big competition, you don't have to hide it." How strong the strength is, how strong the strength is shown. ”

Song Lanyi squinted, feeling that he heard something else from Mo Sheng's mouth.

Originally, she might just think that this Great Contest of Ten Thousand Races had any political significance, but now it seems that it ...... That doesn't seem to be the case.

She pondered for a moment, then tentatively said, "There are some secrets...... Can it also be exposed? ”

Mo Sheng was secretly taken aback, and couldn't help but burst in his heart.

Your mother's, apart from this dream space, there are secrets?

Do you put this Mission Impossible on your shoulders, and what about stacking music?

On his face, Mo Sheng nodded calmly, "Of course." ”

Song Lanyi was relieved.

Of course, on top of that, the most important thing is that she has two sage teachers.

If you really want to talk about the background, I'm afraid Zhu Xulin is not as thick as her.

Early morning.

Song Lanyi sat up from the bed in high spirits.

Seeing this, Tangxi just swept his tail boringly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Song Lanyi poked her, and seeing that she didn't move, she couldn't help muttering, "How do I feel...... Are you getting more and more sleepy these days? ”

Tang Xi ignored her.

Too lazy to take care of it.

Because there's no novelty anymore.

She's been in a constant state of irritability lately.

Her sixth sense told her that there was going to be a crisis.

But Tang Xi thought about it, with Song Lanyi's ability as a courtesan, he would definitely not be able to offend people outside.

So...... The problem can only be with yourself.

While thinking, Tang Xi flicked his tail and fell into a deep sleep again uncontrollably.

Song Lanyi was a little worried, and planned to solve this matter in a few days.

Just as she was pondering in her heart, she heard a familiar voice again.

[Huh.] 】

When she opened it, she saw that it was still the beautiful grandmother - good as water.

She actually answered her question seriously.

Though...... Song Lanyi didn't know if it was right.

She pondered for a moment and sent a message:

[Wake up in the morning and face the sun. Belle! Good morning~] [Flowers. JPG】

Hundred Flowers Sage...... When she saw this message, she was still a little happy.

For saints, the life of normal people seems to be far away from them.

At this time, Baihua felt that the design of this drifting bottle seemed to be good.

Just when the two of them passed the drifting bottle back and forth, Song Lanyi gradually had a general impression of the Hundred Flowers Sage.

This is a dink, straightforward, lonely and rich beautiful grandmother.

Song Lanyi couldn't help but think of her grandmother in her previous life, and couldn't help but have some complicated emotions in her heart.

Driven by emotion, she ghostly wrote a line of words:

[Are you particularly lonely? Why don't I show you a few scripts? 】

When Baihua saw this line of words, she was a little surprised, but she was inevitably a little moved.

The pen pal [cute puppy] on the other side is sometimes a little out of tune, but he is still pure-hearted.

Come to think of it, "he" must be a kind but somewhat flowery teenager.

The Hundred Flowers Sage pondered for a moment and agreed to the kind help of the pen pal.

Now it was Song Lanyi's turn to be confused.

Where did she come from?

Write a book of "Dream of Red Mansions" and "Journey to the West"?

What are you kidding?

Who can completely reproduce this heavy masterpiece?

It's not idle and nothing to do!

But...... Although it is not appropriate to copy the official ...... But she seems to be able to invite the original author out.

Song Lanyi pondered the pros and cons repeatedly, and finally decided...... Take advantage of the talent of the big book and do his vote.

The daughter is gone, and she will come back.

Who should I invite first?

Song Lanyi thought about it and felt that it was better to test it and use what the young ladies had seen - "Dream of Red Mansions".

Only this time, before the vision of the talented Qingyan had dissipated, Song Lanyi saw the shining eyes.

Hearing the sentence "When the fake is true, the truth is also false, and there is nowhere to do nothing", Song Lanyi was determined from the bottom of his heart.

She smiled and bowed down, "Cao Gong is here." ”

Cao Gong still seemed to be down-and-out, wearing coarse linen clothes, looking ordinary, and seemed to have only a pair of eyes, which were darker than others.

But it was precisely because of this that Song Lanyi did not dare to underestimate him at all.

(End of chapter)