"Dad, it's not too early now, if it's okay, let's go back early. He Wanrou's original face was okay, but when He Boming turned his eyes to her, he instantly guessed something, his expression turned cold, revealing a posture of rejecting people thousands of miles away, and then turned his head to Zhao Xuan and said, "Mr. Zhao, thank you for today's incident." How much money do you want, make a price, and I'll have someone put the money on your card in a moment. ”

"Wanrou!" He Boming looked annoyed.

Zhao Xuan waved his hand and said: "No need, the fate of the hundred ghosts has not really been solved, and the poor Dao is embarrassed to collect money, but Miss Fu ......" turned his head to look at Fu Hongyan and said: "The 33 million of the poor Dao, I don't know when it will arrive?"

Fu Hongyan was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect Zhao Xuan to accept He Wanrou, and she accepted her, and said with a little uneasiness on her face: "Are you sure you really lifted the catastrophe for me?"

Zhao Xuan is not an unreasonable person: "You go out now, if you die today, you don't want any money." If you don't die, you will send the money to the poor road early tomorrow morning. It's just that Poor Dao never owes here, if you don't die tomorrow and don't send the money, I'm afraid Poor Dao will have to take one of them personally. ”

Take one of them?

Take the money? or take the life?

Fu Hongya's heart was cold.

When Zhao Xuan said this, he was relaxed and his face did not change, but his disregard for life was undoubtedly revealed, Fu Hongyan had never seen such a person who spoke lightly about life and death at such a young age.

Others may talk about life and death as a joke, but he gives people a sense of fear and reality.

In simple terms. He really kills!

Fu Hongya's heart was pounding, and she hurriedly said, "No...... No, I'll call you right away. What's your card number......"

How did Zhao Xuan know that the other party would think so much for a while, and was surprised that the other party changed quickly, so he casually said his bank card account number.

Fu Hongyan hurriedly went to transfer money after hearing this.

He Boming had been frowning since just now, and then invited Zhao Xuan to sit down and asked, "Mr. Zhao, I don't know where you are staying now?"

He Wanrou's current life of a hundred ghosts has not been resolved, and He Boming doesn't know if Zhao Xuan used the dragon ball to cover He Wanrou's life. Compared to Zhao Qingdu. After all, Zhao Xuan's sense of trust in him was lower. What's more, even if Zhao Xuan really covered up He Wanrou's life, who knows if Zhao Xuan will come back after thirty years?

He wanted to match Zhao Xuan with his daughter before. It is nothing more than taking a fancy to Zhao Xuan's ability. Now seeing that his daughter is unwilling, he also feels that he lacks consideration, but he also wants to keep Zhao Xuan in case of emergency.

I heard that Zhao Xuan had just come to this city. Haven't found a place to stay yet. Immediately invited: "Mr. Zhao's master and apprentice are very kind to my family, and when they came here, there is naturally no reason to let Mr. Zhao live in a hotel." If Mr. Zhao doesn't dislike it, why don't you just live here?"

Zhao Xuan was happy when he heard this, and said secretly: "If you fall asleep, you will send a pillow." He was worried that he couldn't find a chance to stay, lest after he left, He Wanrou would lose the Dragon Ball. How can there be any reason to refuse? He nodded his head and said, "This will trouble Mr. He!"

"No trouble, no trouble. ”

He Boming squinted and smiled. Seems to be very happy.

......

"Hey, my dad left you behind. You don't live with him, what are you doing with me!" He Wanrou looked at Zhao Xuan and became angry.

Yesterday, He Boming left Zhao Xuan behind, and He Wanrou thought that her father was going to let Zhao Xuan live with him. Unexpectedly, when He Boming left, he actually let Zhao Xuan stay here. What I didn't expect was that Zhao Xuan didn't even excuse himself, nodded and stopped.

How can she not be angry with such a skinless and faceless behavior that can't be driven away?

It was early morning, and the bright sunlight was shining directly into the room, like a shining golden thread.

Zhao Xuan sat on the windowsill, with his back to the window, holding a fan in his left hand and a brush in his right hand to sketch on the fan surface.

In the face of He Wanrou's reprimand, he didn't seem to hear it, and he was still engrossed in drawing something on the fan surface with a brush.

He Wanrou became more and more angry, and walked closer to the front of the fan, and when she saw the fan clearly, she suddenly moved, and the corners of her mouth lifted a sneer, and said: "I thought you were really painting, but it turned out that you were just pretending!"

But I saw that there was nothing on the fan in Zhao Xuan's hand, just a blank piece of paper, and there was no ink on the brush that "painted" on the fan. Although the tip of the pen is also wet, there is also a bowl next to it, Zhao Xuan also dips the brush twice with a brush from time to time, but what is contained in it is not ink, but water...... No, it's alcohol!

The faint aroma of wine floats around the windowsill, mixed with the fragrance of flowers outside the window, and the fragrance is overflowing, and people can't help but indulge in it.

Zhao Xuan faced He Wanrou's shameful smile, his expression remained unchanged, his face was as usual, his eyelids were not raised, and he said lightly: "Doesn't Miss He smell 'don't do it when you dip in wine and write poems, and don't do it when you kill people with a sword'?"

Don't you do it when you dip yourself in wine and write poems?

What do you mean?

He Wanrou didn't bother to care what it meant, and snorted coldly: "Pretend!" turned her head and left the window.

She wasn't interested in talking to Zhao Xuan!

Now that Zhao Xuan has already lived, she has no way to change her father's decision, as long as Zhao Xuan doesn't harass her, she loves to live!

Later, Zhao Xuan glanced up at He Wanrou's back, smiled silently, lowered his head and continued to write and draw on the fan with a brush dipped in wine.

The so-called 'dipping wine and writing poems and poems are not dry, and the sword is not terrifying when killing people', is a story about Lu Dongbin.

Legend Lu Xianzu through the rivers and lakes, one day to the true silence of Lushan, Jiangxi, sitting next to a well, is wiping the sword in his hand, came a Taoist priest, introduced himself named Hou Yonghui, asked Lu Xianzu: "You often take the sword to travel, go to the rivers and lakes, what is the use of the sword?"

Lu Zu replied: "All injustices in the world can be eradicated with a sword!"

When Daoist Hou heard Lu Zu's words, he felt that this person was extraordinary, so. Invite him to the audience to entertain the wine fruit, and between chatting, the two discussed the narrative. Daoist Hou praised Lu Xianzu and said: "Mr. is good-looking, he must not be a person in the dust!"

Lu Xianzu knew in his heart that this Taoist priest put a high hat on him just to find out his background. So he just smiled and said, "Meet in Pingshui, and have a good drink." It's rare to have a confidant in life. It's even more rare to get drunk. Come on, let's drink a lot, what's the point of talking about these experiences?"

Lu Xianzu was drunk and picked up a chopstick. Jiao Jiu wrote a poem on the wall, and the poem said:

If you want to quench the edge, dare to work hard, open the box in the early morning, and the jade dragon howls,

The spirit in the hand is three feet of ice. A spirit snake on the stone.

The blood of adultery is silently drained with the water. Fierce and stubborn are now stained and gone,

Cut off the injustices of the floating world, and you will go to the nine heavens!

Lu Xianzu used chopsticks to drink wine on the wall to write poems, as he wrote, as if he couldn't see any handwriting, but after a while, he saw that the ink was visible, and the pen power passed through the back of the wall.

Daoist Hou couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this. I was very impressed, so I asked again: "How is the swordsmanship?" ”

Lu Xianzu replied: "There is a Dao sword. There is a magic sword. The Dao Sword can enter and exit invisibly. As for the magic sword, it is just a kind of swordsmanship, and it can be distinguished by the common eye, which is just the ordinary Taoist priest using swordsmanship to remove demons. ”

Daoist Hou then asked again: "If a swordsman kills the head of a traitor with a Dao sword, wouldn't it be too shocking and unbearable in the crowd?"

Lu Xianzu said: "People regard God as their mother (root) and qi as their son (appearance); if the god exists, the qi gathers, and when the god goes, the qi disperses, and the Dao sword only kills his spirit, then the person will die by himself, or subdue him with the hands of others, that is, he will be restrained by heaven and punish the stubborn and wicked." ”

Lu Zu made it clear in this paragraph on the way of the sword, that is, if you kill someone with a sword, you may not see your head fall to the ground. And it is just a god who kills his people, and the god dies when he is destroyed, and as the so-called thunder and thunder in the folk customs, isn't it also a kind of murder?

When Daoist Hou heard this, he couldn't help but be even more impressed, saying that it was the true immortal's sword. At this point, Fang Shi stood up and bowed to him: "May I ask the master's noble name?"

Lu Zu said: "I won't tell you, I am Lu Rongye." After speaking, he threw the sword in his hand into the air, turned into a green dragon, jumped up, and walked away across the dragon.

Zhao Xuan has already achieved Dao Sword, but dipped in wine and written poems, but it is just a child's play.

The folding fan in his hand at this time was the 'Cloud Pattern Dragon Tooth Folding Bone Fan' given to him by his little sister Zhao Ling'er.

I don't know what material this fan is made of, and ordinary pen and ink can't leave half a minute of handwriting.

Zhao Xuan was also bored for a while, so he thought of the allusion of "dipped in wine to write poems and poems", replacing ink with wine, and writing and painting on the fan surface.

As for whether the paintings he wrote would be visible again like Lu Xianzu, even he didn't know.

It's just that...... Really don't know?

At some point, a faint scent of ink wafted in the room.

......

He Wanrou finished a day's work, returned home, and as soon as she opened the door, she was filled with a strong smell of wine, and then she remembered that there was an "uninvited guest" at home.

Looking up at the windowsill, I saw that Zhao Xuan still maintained his morning posture, holding a folding fan, writing and painting in front of the windowsill, and I don't know if he was doing this all day.

She frowned imperceptibly, but she didn't bother to come forward to talk, and went straight to the second floor.

This is also very much in line with her cold personality.

It's just that for several days in a row, Zhao Xuan always sat on the windowsill, maintaining a posture, as if he had never moved.

On this weekend, He Wanrou finally couldn't help but be curious, walked closer, and asked, "Hey, you write and paint here all day, is there nothing else to do?" In fact, she also wanted to ask: Even if there is nothing else, don't you even need to eat? It's just that although she hasn't seen Zhao Xuan eat, she hasn't seen Zhao Xuan eat, and she can't be sure for a while.

As a successful person, there is no way to be sure, it is better to hide it in your heart.

But seeing that He Wanrou had just finished speaking, Zhao Xuan's pen suddenly paused, as if he had just remembered, slapped his forehead, and suddenly said: "Don't you say that I forgot, there are indeed other things to do!" With a sigh of praise, he closed the folding fan, and put away the pen, wine, and teacup one after another.

He Wanrou: "......"

I'm just asking, do you want to save face like this?

How did she know that Zhao Xuan had really forgotten about it!(To be continued......)