"I said, are you often cheated?" Mo Qingqiu couldn't help but say.
With his eyesight, it is not difficult to see that Luo Enen has collected these treasures, but all of them are garbage goods. However, according to her, these garbage goods are expensive and even bitter when they are bought.
He begged for the first time. Obviously, Luo Enen was cheated and was cheated very miserably.
"How do you know? You are worthy of being Lord Jun. You can even see this. I have been cheated from a young age. Fenghua and the others used to call me a sinkhole. Lord Jun, can you give me some advice?
Let me not be cheated again in the future." Luo Enen looked at Mo Qingqiu with surprise and looked expectant.
"This... I will talk about it later, and I will talk about it later." When Luo Enen looked at it with such a look, Grandma Mo was not proud at all and said with a dry smile.
He can give some advice on cultivation, but he can't do anything about IQ.
"Okay, it's your turn. Your name is Ye Wuse, right?" Mo Dajun felt that he and Luo Enen had no common language, so he stopped asking more and turned his attention to Ye Wuse.
"My younger generation Ye Wuse." Ye Wuse bowed respectfully and continued, "I don't seem to be particularly good at, nor are I particularly interested in it."
If he heard Ye Wuse say this at the beginning, Mo Qingqiu might be disappointed, but after seeing the strange interests of the two living treasures, Fatty White and Luo Enen, he felt that it was much more normal.
"It's impossible. People should have a little likes and something good at living in the world, right? Even half of my old man who is buried in the soil dare not say that he has no desires or demands, let alone you." There are fat white men and Luo Enen.
The two of them were teaching materials. Mo Qingqiu looked at her handsome face again, and Ye Wuse, who was faintly sad, felt that her favorability increased greatly and couldn't help but ask more questions.
"It's not completely none. I like reading." Ye Wuse thought for a while and said.
"Reading books, well, this is good. After reading all kinds of schools of thought, we can see the ancient style, cultivate our minds, cultivate our nature, and be indifferent to our ambitions, and observe the saints and classics. We can learn from other things and improve our cultivation. When I was young, I also liked to read, so I have the current mind and nature
Only then can you have the current cultivation level.” Ye Wuse is indeed much more normal. Mo Qingqiu looked at his calm face and increased his favorability a little, and said with praise. But he didn't notice at all. Ye Wuse listened
When he was praised, his face turned red with a look of wanting to speak but stopping, while the fat white man and Luo Enen and others also had strange looks.
"By the way, what book are you reading recently?" Mo Qingqiu asked again.
"It's this one." In front of the dignified envoy, Ye Wuse couldn't hide it, so he took out a dilapidated ancient book from his arms.
"The Heart Sutra of Taozi is not bad. I have read this book carefully back then. We can discuss it carefully when we have time." Finally, we found a common language in Ye Wuse. Dajun Mo was in a good mood and opened it.
The pages of the book, and then he saw his expression dazed and his face turned black quickly.
The wealthy family is favored by marriage: the president asks for a caretaker! This...what the hell is this?
Gu Fenghua and others came forward to take a look, and their expressions became extremely wonderful. They wanted to laugh, but they were embarrassed to laugh out loud. They held it in a hurry, and their faces twitched.
"There are no new books to read recently, so I'll read the old books." Ye Wuse blushed and took the "Heart Sutra of Taozi" from the dazed Lord Mo... Oh, it's not right, the president asked for support, and he whispered.
Gu Fenghua and others explained.
"Fenghua, what about you? I heard that you are not only extremely capable and well-educated, but also proficient in alchemy and weapons. But I don't know what you are best at?" After a while, Lord Mo came back to his senses from his shock.
He was too lazy to say more to Ye Wuse, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked Gu Fenghua directly.