And isn't that Yan Zhenru there, why is his master still so bland, as if he didn't see it?

Just when he was puzzled in his heart, he finally noticed Wan Changqing's eyes.

Xiang Wentian was not a fool, he was just too shocked before, and ignored something wrong.

Now after seeing his master Wan Changqing's eyes, coupled with Zhao Mengqi's strange reaction, he immediately understood something.

"What are you looking at, why don't you bring me the roast chicken?" Wan Changqing saw that his eyes signaled for a long time, but Xiang Wentian was still unmoved, and couldn't help but scold with some annoyance.

"Ahh

"I'm sorry, little brother Wang, I let you see the joke, my apprentice is usually stupid, and he may treat Miss Yan as someone else, that's why it's like that, don't you mind."

Wan Changqing walked quickly towards Wang Fan and lowered his head apologetically.

If Wang Fan hadn't been watching from the sidelines, he would have slapped Xiang Wentian away.

This damn stupid apprentice, doesn't he have a little eyesight?

If this makes Wang Fan unhappy, won't he never be able to drink this fine wine again in the future?

"It's okay, it's okay," Wang Fan waved his hand and walked quickly to Xiang Wentian.

"Oh yes, you paid for the chicken just now. It's not good to let you break the bank alone. Well, how about you go back and pick up another pair of calligraphy from my store? ”

Originally, Wang Fan wanted to ask how much money, and he handed it over, but when the words came to his mouth, he remembered that he hadn't sold many paintings and calligraphy this month, so it could be said that he didn't receive any money, and he had no money to give at all, so he had no choice but to change it to a calligraphy.

After all, he saw that Xiang Wentian seemed to like the appearance of the calligraphy very much.

Anyway, for him, these calligraphy books can be written at will, and the cost is only a piece of paper and a little ink, and he is afraid that he will not even need the money of a roast chicken.

It's all about making money, not losing money!

"What, give me another pair of notes?"

Hearing Wang Fan's words, Xiang Wentian ran over in three steps and two steps, his face full of excitement.

"Senior, is this true? Do you really want to give me another pair of copybooks? ”

At this moment, Xiang Wentian was so excited that he even stammered a little.

The sword path contained in the previous pair of scripts allowed him to directly break through the bottleneck, and the sword intent was condensed to the extreme.

Although he has not yet reached the realm of the unity of man and sword, he can feel that it is not far away, and he can reach that realm in time after reading that pair of calligraphy day and night.

And now, if he can get another pair of sword scripts, maybe his speed of reaching the realm of human and sword unity can be greatly accelerated.

And perhaps, he can also perceive a different kind of sword dao from that sword script, which is also of great help to his sword intent.

Looking at the ecstatic Xiang Wentian in front of him, Wang Fan's heart couldn't help but relax, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.

There's a play!

What a waste of money!

Of course, on the surface, he remained silent, so as not to let others see the joy in his heart.

Besides, what kind of money do literati talk about? How cheesy? How stylish is it to send a pair of notes?

Everyone is a literati, and they send posters to talk about poetry or something, isn't that good? Talking about money hurts feelings, doesn't it?

Zhao Mengqi, who was standing on the side, was already completely stunned, even Yan Zhenru couldn't take care of it, and looked at Xiang Wentian in disbelief, his eyes were full of envy.

What happened here?

Just four roast chickens, just in exchange for a pair of calligraphy that contains the true meaning of the avenue?

If this matter is known to people from the outside world, then you will not vomit blood with jealousy?

You must know that the value of that calligraphy is not inferior to the pseudo-immortal weapon at all, and even far exceeds the value of the pseudo-immortal weapon in a sense.

What made Zhao Mengqi even more envious was that according to Wang Fan's words just now, Xiang Wentian could choose at will.

In other words, Xiang Wentian could pick out the most suitable script for himself and go through the avenue above.

And how long has this question been in contact with Wang Fan? Compared to him, a fraction is nothing, and in such a short period of time, he directly obtained two copies of the copy.

How can this not make Zhao Mengqi's eyes red with envy?

Sure enough, it really responded to that sentence, stupid people have stupid blessings.

Zhao Mengqi can only do this, and comfort herself in her heart.

"Ah, thank you, senior!"

Xiang Wentian, who reacted, hurriedly wanted to kowtow to Wang Fan, but he quickly remembered that Wang Fan didn't seem to like this move, so he changed it to a bow.

When Wang Fandu was about to get a little impatient, he ran back to the store and was satisfied with the selection of calligraphy.

Looking at Xiang Wentian's cheerful back, Zhao Mengqi was itching with envy, and only hated that she had no eyesight and knowledge just now to buy roast chicken early.

To be honest, she had already had this idea before, but the thought that the roast chicken was all oil would inevitably make her Luo skirt full of oil, so she dispelled that idea.

Who knows......

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world.

As soon as she was in an unhappy mood, Zhao Mengqi didn't like anything, especially Yan Zhenru, who was secretly laughing at her not far away, which made her even more uncomfortable.

Yan Zhenru naturally noticed Zhao Mengqi's gaze, and an inexplicable smile appeared on her face at the corner of her mouth, and she came to Wang Fan's side with brisk steps.

"Wang Gongzi, you saved Zhenru before, this kindness is really unforgettable, now can you let Zhenru pinch your shoulders and express my gratitude to you?"

After saying that, Yan Zhen shrank slightly, buried his head, and looked at Wang Fan pitifully.

"Ah, this is ...... or not"

Wang Fan opened his mouth, and before he finished speaking, he saw the glittering tears in the corners of Yan Zhenru's eyes, and hurriedly swallowed back the words behind.

"Well, then there's Miss Lao Yan," Wang Fan nodded lightly and smiled bitterly.

If you refuse, it would be too unmanly.

And to be honest, he secretly looked forward to such a plot development in his heart.

As a person from another world, he is very envious of the scenes in other novels where the male protagonist's harem surrounds the beautiful woman beating his back.

And now, it has really appeared.

"Childe, don't worry, the skills that you really have are first-class."

The smile on Yan Zhenru's face became even stronger, and she turned her head inadvertently, glanced at Zhao Mengqi with a hint of provocation in her eyes, and quickly walked behind Wang Fan.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Mengqi's fists clenched so loudly that his teeth were about to be broken.