Give it a try, and for the rest of your life you won’t believe that there is a way to have diarrhea in the way of heaven and earth.
He returned the "Tummy Pain Note" to the old man, "Are there any other notes that describe how to get started with God?"
Yu Sheng lowered his voice, "Like wedding candles and candlesticks?"
For the rest of his life, he felt that the impatience before the wedding was more inspiring for him to convey the meaning in words than the anxiety of going to the latrine with diarrhea.
The old man said from his past experience: "Young man, you are still too young. Who else would give away a single bouquet of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber?"
Yu Sheng said: "If you have diarrhea, there are people who care about her. Why can't you have flowers and candles in the wedding room? My wife can't run away, and there's no telling what's in her belly."
"It makes sense." The old man was convinced. But it's not me who wrote the post. If I have the guts to find the person who wrote the post, he said to himself.
The old man patted the post and said, "Now I only have this book. If I miss this store, I will lose this village."
This is the book. Yu Sheng has made a lot of money these days, but I don’t mind having too many good things.
"There is no such store after passing this village." Yu Sheng asked, "How much does it cost?"
"Thirty strings." The old man held out three fingers.
The blind storyteller was talking about the rise of the fairy mountain in the Eastern Wasteland when he was suddenly interrupted by Yu Sheng. "How much!" Yu Sheng stood up in shock, "Thirty strings, thirty characters, one string of money per word?"
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the old man hurriedly said: "Speak down, speak down, this is a famous calligraphy card, a rare one."
"Think about it, which famous person would write a post when he has diarrhea?" the old man said in a low voice.
"That's true." Yu Sheng sat down and said, "I also write a post about diarrhea. There are not many people who are so talented."
He took the post and was about to weigh it again to see if it was worth it.
The old man smiled and said, "A talented person must have a talented queen."
"What?" Yu Sheng looked up at him, but his attention was still on the post.
Enduring the discomfort, as Yu Sheng, who has an absolute sense of calligraphy, he can easily feel the expressiveness of the words on the post.
Six lines and thirty characters, it is written eloquently and coherently, it is enchanting and enchanting, if it is unpredictable, it is indeed a rare masterpiece.
Although he did not work hard on calligraphy for the rest of his life, his talent made him involuntarily delighted with this masterpiece.
Lao Yu is interested in calligraphy and writes a few strokes from time to time.
When Yu Sheng was young, he was unable to hold a pen and could not sink his pen when writing, so Lao Yu often held a small teapot in his mouth to guide Yu Sheng.
But after Yu Sheng wrote vigorously, Lao Yu rarely guided him.
Even Li Zheng, who is illiterate, can see that Yu Sheng's handwriting is much better than Lao Yu's.
This also fostered pride for the rest of my life.
"Nothing." The old man said.
Yu Sheng held out three fingers and said, "I want this post."
"Thirty strings?" the old man said happily.
"Three guan of money." Yu Sheng said in a serious tone, "Thirty guan of money, you might as well grab it."
"This is the best entry post, twenty guan." The old man bargained.
"You can't spend money for diarrhea. What should I do if I have diarrhea?" Yu Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Liu Guan."
"The post that Master wrote before he had diarrhea, six strings? That's nonsense." The old man said, "Fifteen strings."
"Pa", Yu Sheng slapped the table and stood up, saying sternly: "Ten passes."
The old man was startled. Is he going to use force? "Ten guan is ten guan." The old man got off the donkey along the slope and hurriedly compromised.
Ten goals are ten goals. Anyway, this post is not his. If you anger this kid and invite revenge in the future, it will be bad.
"Wait, I'll go to the hut first." Yu Sheng left in a hurry.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this was why he was anxious, and he thought he wanted too much.
After Yu Sheng recovered, he returned to the counter and asked Aunt Qing for ten guan of money.
Aunt Qing was not surprised when she heard that Yu Sheng wanted to buy a copybook, but when she heard that Yu Sheng actually wanted ten thousand dollars, Aunt Qing frowned.
She threw out five guan of money and said, "I only have five guan of money. If he doesn't agree, let him go."
When the old man saw that Aunt Qing was in charge of money, he knew that he was late.
Without waiting for Yu Sheng to say anything, he grabbed five guan of money and handed the post to Yu Sheng's hand, "Just five guan for five guan."
Yu Sheng was still puzzled when the old man put on his bamboo hat and walked out of the inn.
"By the way." The old man turned back, "There is a saying that a drop of water should repay you with a spring of water, do you know that?"
Seeing Yu Sheng nod, the old man said: "The remaining five strings are for me to buy you snacks."
"Don't go." Yu Sheng, who had returned to his senses, walked to the door and asked, "What about the calligraphy expressive entrance?"
"Master leads me in. Cultivation depends on oneself." The old man said: "Of course, I am not your master."
He walked to the door, turned around and said, "I wish you will become an immortal soon."
"Which one are you talking about?" Yu Sheng said casually.
"Are you really going to become an immortal with diarrhea?" the old man said.
"I mean the chef, the chef." Yu Sheng said, only a fool can become an immortal by having diarrhea.
"You really know how to cook?" the old man asked curiously. He just thought that the rest of his life was a joke.
Seeing Yu Sheng nodding, the old man shook his head in disbelief. Her son could actually cook, and no one in the entire wilderness would believe it.
"The business is done, let's go." The old man blinked and walked into the rain curtain with a smile.
"What are you doing?" Yu Sheng muttered, looking down at the two calligraphy masterpieces he just received.
"That's right." The old man's voice sounded again. He stood in the rain and pointed at the dog and asked Yu Sheng, "Why do you keep such an ugly thing?"
"Hey, old man, what are you talking about?" Yu Sheng said, and the dog stood up and barked at him.
The old man took a step back and said, "Okay, okay, why do you keep such an ugly dog?" The old man asked in a different way.
"Don't you think it's bluffing?" Yu Sheng said, "When you stand here, the momentum will hit you."
The old man looked at Gouzi for a while, then turned around and left again. For the rest of his life, he listened to him muttering to himself, "Does she think so too?"
The dog kept barking at his back, Yu Sheng stopped it and said, "Ignore him, he is the thing."
The dog then calmed down.
Yu Sheng casually opened a page of the "Book of Heaven", and it turned out to be a book of heaven. It was so wild that Yu Sheng didn't recognize any of it.
He turned to the first few pages. These pages were written in large seal scripts, which were much easier to read than those written in wild cursive scripts.
For the rest of my life, I compared these words with the words I wrote. Sure enough, there was less change, and then less aura.
Looking at the words on the post, Yu Sheng could not help but make gestures with his hands, and gradually fell into a trance.
Baozi led a group of naughty children and ran under the eaves of the inn in the rain, stepping on the water and teasing the dogs, without disturbing the rest of his life.
In the inn, the blind storyteller continued to tell the story of the Eastern Wilderness Kingdom, and happened to talk about the Battle of Long Bo led by the King of the Eastern Wilderness.
With a "boom", huge thunder exploded in the sky, causing Baozi, who was playing in the water, to look up.
"Dragon! Dragon!" Baozi pointed at the sky and exclaimed.
The storytelling was interrupted again, and the people in the town stood up and rushed outside.
The seven demon-catching masters with swords on their backs also ran outside, but Ye Zigao shrunk, with a look of panic on his face.
"Hurry up, there is a dragon coming out. This is a rare sight." The seventh sister greeted Ye Zigao.
"Okay, okay." Ye Zi agreed, but his body couldn't help but shrink back. Fortunately, the seventh sister had already gone out and didn't notice anything unusual about him.
He was still immersed in practicing calligraphy for the rest of his life, until Li Zheng patted him and said, "Look, dragon."
"What dragon? The little white dragon is back again?" Yu Sheng looked up at Li Zheng.
"No, a blue dragon." Li Zheng said.
Yu Sheng ran out and saw a black dragon appearing and disappearing in the black clouds with its teeth and claws.
While Yu Sheng was observing it carefully, it suddenly poked its head out from the dark clouds and looked in the direction of the town.
After blinking its big eyes like fifteen full moons, the black dragon burrowed into the clouds, its tail moved the black clouds to cover the gap, and disappeared again.