It was a derogatory word, but he suddenly turned it into a complimentary word.
The little aunt raised her feet and was busy writing with her head down for the rest of her life.
Thanks to his talent in words, Yu Sheng got into it at a glance, but as soon as he delved into it, his stomach immediately turned upside down.
Yu Sheng quickly averted his eyes and said, "My belly, I took the wrong post."
Aunt Qing glanced at the post and saw that it was the "Tummy Pain Post" that she would never read for the rest of her life.
Looking at Yu Sheng's figure running away in embarrassment, Aunt Qing's lips raised, "You deserve it."
After returning from the latrine, Yu Sheng held his stomach and went up to the attic again, saying to Aunt Qing: "Let me rest for a while."
He sat on the beauty's back and said, "Tell me, the person who wrote this copybook is so wicked. I feel full of malice."
"This is indeed quite wicked." Aunt Qing agreed, and couldn't help laughing as she lowered her head to drink tea.
"What are you laughing at?" Yu Sheng wondered.
"It's nothing. Practice your calligraphy well and you must learn well." Aunt Qing said with a smile.
Yu Sheng stood up, rolled up his sleeves and was about to show off his skills when he caught a glimpse of the sneaky figure of the little old man downstairs.
The little old man looked around, then walked against the fence to the door of the backyard.
It was already dusk at this time, and the setting sun hung his shadow on the fence until another figure also hung on it.
Yu Sheng stood on the side of the beauty and saw clearly that the person was no one else, but Xiao Gen, who was driving the car in the town.
The two of them were squatting in the corner, and Xiao Gen gave the little old man a stack of yellow paper, a stack of colorful things, like paper money, and a handful of incense candles.
Not only that, Yu Sheng saw Xiao Gen leave for a while and then come back with a bent figure, holding a paper man in one hand.
The paper figures were of human size, not a man and a woman, but two burly men, which looked like they were not good friends at first glance.
The little old man took it and asked a few more questions. Yu Sheng saw Xiao Genzuo suddenly enlightened and asked the little old man to wait where he was before he walked away again.
"What are you looking at?" Aunt Qing saw Yu Sheng standing close to the beauty, standing on tiptoes and looking out, fearing that he would fall out.
"Two men were doing a shady deal in broad daylight," Yu Sheng said.
He saw Xiao Gen coming back, holding a handful of flowers in his hand. Yu Sheng scratched his head, "Sunflower? What a shameful deal."
The little old man took it, reached out and took out a handful of copper coins, counted them and handed them to Xiao Gen. This shameful transaction came to an end.
They stood up, satisfied with the transaction, and the little old man subconsciously raised his head when he turned around.
Yu Sheng hurriedly turned around to hide, and then he stumbled towards the attic. However, he dodged very quickly, so that the little old man didn't see anyone.
My aunt raised her legs, and after taking off the force of Yu Sheng's body falling, she pushed him to fall next to him.
Yu Sheng stood up unscathed and dusted himself off, "You can't show your noble hand."
"What were you looking at just now?" Aunt Qing asked him.
Yu Sheng was also confused, "I don't know what they are doing."
This paper man was sending incense and candles, and it was said that he might have paid homage to his ancestors or two grandsons before the war, but why was he sending sunflowers?
Is it a token of the Sunflower Sect? It shouldn't be. With the appearance of the little old man, he can't recruit the junior sister.
The God of Death, who worked so hard to sell dog food once, once said that there is only one truth.
Thinking of this, Yu Sheng's body trembled. Although it was dusk, that's not how love works, right?
When Yu Sheng's expression became more evil with his random thoughts, Aunt Qing stopped him in time and said, "Quickly practice calligraphy."
"Oh." Yu Sheng knew he couldn't avoid it, so he said as he picked up the pen, "The ink is dry."
Aunt Qing looked at him with blank eyes, poured some water into the inkstone with her hand, and slowly rubbed it with an ink stick.
"There must be a balance between lightness and weight. If it is too light, the ink will float; if it is too heavy, the ink will be thick." Yu Sheng said as he dipped his pen.
"You are the uncle." Aunt Qing said angrily, "I am usually served by others..."
My aunt stopped talking. Too many words will lead to mistakes.
She saw Yu Sheng's eyes focused on the copybook. This copybook had been changed and it was no longer the "Tummy Pain Note".
After a moment of silence and copying a word, Yu Sheng suddenly raised his head.
"Tell me, if you take the medicine according to the prescription on the stomach pain post and copy the medicine at the same time, will you not have stomach pain?"
According to the old man, the "Tie of Belly Pain" was written by a descendant of the calligraphy sage, and it says, "I suddenly felt a stomachache and wanted to drink a medicine."
"You are really a genius." Aunt Qing said.
"Yeah, I also think I'm too smart." Yu Sheng put down his pen, "I'm very bitter about this..."
Seeing that Aunt Qing couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and was planning to hit someone at any time, Yu Sheng hurriedly lowered his head and continued to practice calligraphy.
If you don’t experience bellyache, how can you understand the expressiveness of the bellyache post?
What a genius. If the person who sent the post knew about it, the beating would be light.
This time Yu Sheng completely calmed down, and the setting sun fell on half of his body, outlining soft lines.
Aunt Qing sat on the east side, looking at the setting sun and his figure. The gentle breeze made her heart soft and warm.
After the ancient sacred war, although he left the world and became independent and became an immortal, his immortality brought only loneliness.
Every time I stand on the Bayong Tower and watch the setting sun, I always feel a sense of loneliness lingering in my heart.
She no longer feels this way, this is the feeling of being with family members.
The setting sun was setting on my face, and I was listening to the birds returning to their nests in the Western Mountains. Just when I thought it would be quiet forever, suddenly there was a roaring sound on the lake.
Yu Sheng was startled. He heard the sound and looked up. At the end of his field of vision, he saw a black thing entering the lake from the clouds, then emerging from the lake and leaping onto the clouds.
"Then, what is that?" Yu Sheng said in surprise.
Aunt Qing glanced at it and said, "It's just a dragon. It's probably looking for a mirror."
She turned back and said, "You continue to practice calligraphy, it won't dare to come over."
"Oh." Although Yu Sheng agreed, he still couldn't help but look at the things in the lake.
He had only seen dragons in the portraits of the city lord, but he had never seen a real dragon.
But Aunt Qing stood in front of him, standing upright with her back to Yu Sheng, her hands behind her back.
The lake breeze blowing from the south blew her hair and made her clothes flutter.
In a place that Yu Sheng couldn't see, in the sky above the attic, a lone cloud suddenly changed its shape.
It slowly unfolds from a ball of cotton and then changes into the shape of a sword with a sword pouch.
The clouds do not follow the wind, but go up against the wind and float quickly over the lake.
The black thing was still jumping up and down towards this side, getting closer and closer, and Yu Sheng could even see the scales refracting.
A dragon that had just transformed into a dragon dared to act arrogantly. Aunt Qing's eyes narrowed, and the sword-turned-guyun suddenly shook, the sword pouch dispersed, and the shadow of the sword appeared.
The joyful and jumping dragon raised its head and saw the clouds. It panicked and got into the water and never came out. After a while, the lake surface returned to calm.
I don't know what happened for the rest of my life. I couldn't see the dragon queen and I lowered my head to copy it again. I was just more curious about this mirror, and now it also attracted the dragon.
It was not until the last ray of light fell from the sun that I completed the hundred words for the rest of my life, and was put down by Aunt Qing to cook.
It's still a lion's head, but it's just for the guests. I don't dare to add the lion's head to the food of the inn's own people.
The only thing that was disappointing was Cao'er, so he had to grab the rabbit's head to satisfy his craving.
"I didn't expect you to have this day, right?" Cao'er said to Tutou. Wei Zai was sitting next to her, and Liu Liu went home.
Bai Gaoxing lit the lamp in the inn, and Yu Sheng brought out the food one by one.