"Whoosh! Boom! "Pingkangfang, the first floor of a teahouse.

At this time, the teahouse was full of people, and everyone was staring closely at the three-foot platform in front of them.

"It's such a coincidence, Miss Ling is also here." Ji Xiu squeezed out a smile on his face.

"Hmm. Today, I am full of emotions, and I have my own fate in the dark, so I came here for a walk, and I don't want to see you. Ling Chen smiled.

Tut! Is she flirting with me? Is it? Hearing this, Ji Xiu didn't know what to do for a while.

You're doing this, I'm very passive.

Ye Lingwei, the younger sister sitting next to Ji Xiu, sent a soft pine nut candy into her small mouth, and squinted at the eldest brother's cowardice.

Then he looked at the other side, his future sister-in-law.

After a while, the little guy shook his head slightly, and sighed in his heart, there is a huge disparity in strength, and the eldest brother is not an opponent at all.

"Congratulations." Early in the morning took the initiative to break the embarrassment.

"Huh? Congratulations? Ji Xiu was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

Ling Chen smiled slightly, and took out a small and delicate mahogany box about 12 centimeters long with a thumb width and a length from his cuff.

"The Red Mansion is a big seller, idle books and books, but reading can give birth to Haoran righteousness, you have proven yourself to them."

Looking at the wooden box handed over by Chen Chen's hands.

Ji Xiu suddenly realized that the sale of the Red Mansion could be said to be the credit of Ling Chen, and she naturally understood the situation.

Thinking of other girls helping themselves like this, although they always feel that there is something big here, Ji Xiu can't show it too much.

"What is this?" Ji Xiu took the wooden box with both hands and asked.

“…… Zhongshujun. It is rumored to be Yi'an's favorite thing to use in his later years, and it is it. ”

Hearing this, Ji Xiu was shocked.

Zhongshujun, that is, refers to the brush. And the one in his hand turned out to be the ancient Song Dynasty sages, which Yi An used in his later years?

Who Yi An is, Ji Xiuke from the earth knows too well.

In addition to the existence of the cultivation system in this world, the history of ancient dynasties can be said to be the same as that of the earth.

Yi'an monk Li Qingzhao, the name of the first talented woman in the ages, throughout ancient and modern times, no woman can compare with it.

According to Buddhism and Taoism, the pen in his hand is a magic weapon that has been opened by Confucian and Taoist sages!

Seeing Ji Xiu's shocked expression, Ling Ling seemed to be very happy, and in his bright eyes, the luster became brighter and brighter.

"Some gifted Confucian students have feelings in their hearts when they recite the 'Red Mansion', and they have a sense of righteousness in their chests."

"I think that as the creator of the 'Red Mansion', it may not be long before you reunite and return to the Eight Grades Realm."

"The so-called breaking and then standing is like being reborn in Nirvana, this time I return to the eight-grade realm, and I think I will soon be able to break through the seven-grade realm."

"Do you like this gift?"

Indeed, if his Confucianism and Taoism cultivation are to break through the realm of the Seven Grades of Benevolence, he will use this pen to perform some Confucian means.

The power is bound to increase!

Hearing Ling Chen's question, Ji Xiu took a deep breath, and after a little thought in his heart, he still solemnly pushed the gift over.

"It's useless, this gift is too valuable. Besides, I may not be able to gather the courage of the people, and the Red Mansion has not brought any other benefits except fame and fortune. ”

Truth be told, he wants!

Just ask who doesn't want good equipment?

If you hold this thing in your hand, not to mention the effect of adding a 'Buff' to the battle, you can improve the speed of the 'code word' a lot.

A keyboard with dozens of dollars and a keyboard with thousands of dollars, the use experience is completely two extremes, and this is also a truth.

However, he always felt that something was wrong in the early morning, and even feared him even more than the person behind the dryad!

Even, Ji Xiu didn't have a brain-opening guess that the person who secretly wanted to harm him was Ling Chen, but after thinking about it, he felt a little ridiculous, and dispelled his thoughts.

Anyway, even if you get married in the future,

Don't be affectionate, be polite!

I don't owe anyone a favor, well, in the words of Buddhism, that is, I don't have any cause and effect, and after six months, we will get together and disperse.

Now that there is no merit and no luck, naturally I can't accept this gift.

The most important thing is that after the Peach Demon incident, he has temporarily given up the idea of reuniting Wen Dan, and is a waste for the time being, and it is good to be a waste first.

Anyway, he will have a lot of time to waste, and when he solves the opponent, it is not too late to cultivate, and it is not impossible to even switch to martial arts, Taoism, and Buddhism.

If you can win steadily, why take the risk?

Seeing Ji Xiu send the gift back, the light in Ling Chen's eyes gradually dimmed, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped.

"-Bang!" At this time, another firework rose into the air outside the window, illuminating most of the teahouse.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the teahouse, and someone shouted: "Look, Mr. Donglin is here!" ”

"I like Mr. Donglin's words the most!"

"Mr. Donglin, the "Southern Kite Love" that has been serialized for half a year is over, what will I talk about next!"

"I don't want to give up Nanxi and Lin Kite!"

“……”

On the three-foot high platform, the middle-aged Confucian in a white robe first saluted everyone, and then answered the guests one by one.

As a celebrity in the teahouse tavern in the East City, he is used to interacting with his fans before every opening.

The atmosphere in the hall of the teahouse is very lively, and there is a table in the corner of the window, but it looks out of place, and an embarrassing atmosphere pervades it.

Ling Chen tilted his head to look at the dazzling fireworks outside the window, the firelight illuminated her side face, and after a while, Ling Chen turned around and smiled slightly:

"It's not early, I'm going back......"

Ji Xiu also wanted to end this embarrassing atmosphere as soon as possible, so he nodded and said, "Okay." ”

When he got up in the early morning, he picked up the pencil case, turned around and left, and his eyes instantly became indifferent under Ji Xiu's gaze.

Everything came quickly, and by the time Ji Xiu reacted, he had already left in the early morning, and he left the teahouse in the blink of an eye.

"It feels like the moment she gets up, it's as if she's a different person." Ji Xiu remembered the look on his face when he left in the early morning.

"Tsk." At this moment, there was a smacking sound beside him.

Ji Xiu returned to his senses,

I saw the little guy Ye Lingwei leaning on the table, supporting her cheeks with one hand and tapping the table with four little fingers with the other hand rhythmically.

Well, look at your own eyes, like you're looking at a scumbag?

"Finished eating the sugar?" Ji Xiu's face was a little dark.

What did I do? Don't you just want to be entangled with a dangerous woman!

How scum, how scum, I don't!

"The ancient amorous woman Bo Qinglang, Bo Qinglang, feed that true love to the jackal, Bo Qinglang, Bo Qinglang! Tsk......"

The little guy Ye Lingwei shook her head and smacked her tongue while humming a wild tune that she didn't know where to hear.

This made Ji Xiu's face darken.

"-Smack!" At this time, on the three-foot-high platform of the teahouse, the startling wood fell, and the storytelling officially began!

Ji Xiu was also attracted to the attention and looked towards it.

"The three-foot high platform tells the wonders of the world, the red dust is rolling, put it into idle books, and give it to the storyteller!"

The storyteller begins with an opening remark, and then follows:

"I have talked about the battlefield, I have sung about the Qing Dynasty and the mercy, I have talked about the legends of Buddhism and Taoism, and I have said the poignant love of the southern kite......"

"Today, let's talk about the masterpieces in Kyoto City, which are jointly recommended by the four major bookstores and sought after by countless Confucian students!"

"—Red Mansion!"

"Whoa!" Hearing that Mr. Donglin was going to talk about 'Red Mansions', some people who had already read the book were in an uproar.

It attracted the eyes of many people who had never seen it.

Indeed, although the Red Mansion is popular, it has only been on sale for two days after all, and it is only popular among some Confucian circles and people who love idle books.

It's normal for some people not to hear about it.

For a while, people who had seen it began to popularize science about those who had not seen it, and the teahouse was in a commotion.

Ji Xiu looked at all this with strange eyes, but his attention was quickly attracted by the storyteller on the high platform.

"Tsk! How did I not think of storytellers as a communication tool......"