"It smells so good!"

Zhou Lao, who was addicted to the world of books, raised his head, looked at the pheasant in Wang Yu's hand, and said with a smile: "Yes, the kid's skills are okay." ”

After saying that, he reluctantly put down the book in his hand, closed it with great preciousness, and then carefully flattened the folds caused by the flipping.

Wang Yu looked at the title of the book, the corners of his eyes twitched constantly, and he felt that he was about to go blind.

"Hey, you're too young to understand the mystery. ”

After Zhou Lao put the book away, he snatched the roast chicken, took a bite of it, and as soon as he put it down, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but speed up and eat it.

While chewing, he said to Wang Yu: "Isn't there a saying that is widely circulated among the mundane, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, that is spiritual food." ”

"Your book... Some..."

Wang Yu didn't know where to start, although he used to be a person who had read thousands of books, but he had already been ashore for many years.

After Zhou Lao wiped the grease stains on his hands, he smiled disdainfully: "Hmph, practice and cultivate the truth, the old man is good at this, what's wrong? It's a pity that everyone in the world is framed by etiquette, and it's rare to have a fine product in the world." ”

Saying that, he took out the book "Jane Niangzi vs. Liu Laohan" again, flipped it a few times at will, and said: "This article is simple in language, but it makes people go deep into its realm, with the joy and sorrow of Jane Niangzi's mood ups and downs, it is really a strange text, but it is a pity, it is too difficult to find a similar one." ”

Wang Yu only felt that the words were stuck in his mouth when he heard it, and he didn't know where to start.

This old man has too little knowledge, he just glanced at it a few times, and what he wrote is nothing but nonsense.

Seeing Wang Yu's face full of disdain, Zhou Lao scolded: "What do you know about small things, don't say it's the same as this one, you can find one that is almost there, I'll give you a big gift!"

"Really ???"

Wang Yu was surprised: "What kind of gift?"

"Let's find a copy!"

Zhou Lao said disdainfully, this book looks unremarkable, but he spent a lot of money to get it from a nasty old man.

For so many years, I have been a baby, even if I have read many times and read many similar books, but I still love this story.

Cultivators are also human beings, who doesn't have a hobby, right?

Wang Yu patted his cheek, his expression a little distorted.

It is estimated that he will make an exception this time, and he will not let this old man see the strange books in his mind, and he will be sorry for the authors who used to be.

"Do you have pen and paper?" Wang Yu asked.

Old Zhou's eyes widened, "You wrote it yourself?"

"It's all in my head, or where can I get it for you?"

"Well, yes, wait. ”

Zhou Lao got up from the chair, went to the scripture building, took out a stack of paper and pens, handed it to Wang Yu and said, "Boy, you can't write, don't waste your efforts." ”

"You'll see it when you're old. ”

Wang Yu took the pen and paper, said a word confidently, then turned back to the wooden house, picked up the pen and began to write.

"In a certain year of Qianyuan, there was a woman in the people, whose surname was Bai Mingjie, and her husband was ......"

Tens of thousands of words are sprinkled with water, and the writing is extremely transparent, but there are some blood churning, and the rest is nothing.

When he went out with his writings, it was already getting dark.

Zhou Lao sat in place with a chair, but there was an extra person in front of him.

It was a young man, handsome, with a smile on his lips, laughing with the old man.

It seems that the two are very familiar with each other, and the relationship is still very good.

When Zhou Lao saw Wang Yu coming out, he raised his voice and said, "Boy, come here, let me see what you wrote." ”

The man was Ye Qinghan, he was here for Wang Yu, and after seeing him at this time, he couldn't help but look carefully.

bald head, with a little simplicity between his eyebrows, and his eyes are very positive, not like a villain who likes to drill camps.

Thinking about it, I know that if he is a little careful, he will not take the initiative to ask to come to a place like Jinglou.

There is still a lot of work to be done.

Wang Yu stepped forward, handed over the manuscript to Old Zhou, and then looked at Ye Qinghan, "Under Wang Yu, I don't know who this senior brother is?"

"Hehe, my name is Ye Qinghan, and I am a sworn enemy with Xiao Lin. ”

As soon as these words came out, both of them fell silent, only the voice of Zhou Lao turning the paper.

Just as Wang Yu was about to say something, the old man suddenly shouted with a red face: "Okay!! That's good!

Ye Qinghan was stunned for a moment, looked at the ink on Wang Yu's hand that had not dried, and then raised his eyes to look at the paper.

I saw that it was written: "It is so big that it can be called turbulent, and if you put your head in it, you will hold your breath in an instant......"

W-what's this writing about?

He only felt that his eyes were flashed by something, and he couldn't help but rub his hands with his hands, and then looked at Wang Yu with a look at the gods.

Although it was confirmed, I couldn't help but ask, "Is this what you wrote?"

Wang Yu scratched his cheeks and felt a little burned, "Do it casually, there is no name." ”

Ye Qinghan was about to speak, but was interrupted angrily by Old Zhou, "Such a strange book, how can it not have a name? ”

The old man thought for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, "Let's call it the legend of the Bai family, such a strange woman, the story should be named after the legend." ”

Wang Yu shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Is Old Zhou still satisfied?"

"Satisfied, satisfied!! I am extremely satisfied, you kid has such a good story, and he didn't hand it over earlier, he really deserved to fight. ”

The old man's eyes were reluctant to move away, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, like a child who had acquired a beloved object.

Wang Yu really didn't know what to say, and finally held back a sentence: "Then the benefits you said before..."

Zhou Lao impatiently stretched out his hand, and a bottle of elixir was conjured out of thin air in his palm, "This is a spirit-grade yellow bud pill, the medicinal effect is hundreds of times stronger than ordinary ones, and it is not harmless to the body meridians, you cultivate so hard, with it you can save at least five years!"

Wang Yu took the pill in a daze and put it in his pocket casually.

Ye Qinghan's brows jumped, "Old Zhou, I gave so many benefits and filial piety, you didn't let me smell this elixir, he just wrote something forbidden, and you actually gave it away!" ？”

"Phew, how can those mundane things you give be compared with this ancient strange text in my hand, if it weren't for the old man being too lazy to get up and get things, the elixir would be a little less meaningful. ”

Zhou Lao scolded casually, perhaps thinking that he was an eyesore, and with a wave of his hand, he sent it flying out, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a ball of light and disappeared into the sky.

"What are you looking at, why don't you hurry up and cultivate?!"

Wang Yu came back to his senses, and after Mu Mu nodded, he walked towards his wooden house.

In the huge open space, only the laughter of the old man remained, and the excitement and joy in it were like an old man who had been hungry for many years, and suddenly encountered top-notch food.