The old way is a bit broken.
"Are you doing this again?"
"How about finishing this paragraph?"
"What happened to Yu Hongying? Was her wine drugged? Did she have sex with that... ahem, that one?"
A series of questions were asked.
The scholar's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. .??.
"you guess?"
The old saying "..."
He wanted to fight with the other party, but the two of them had been together for endless years, and he also knew the scholar's temperament. If he couldn't write it out, he couldn't write it out, and even beating the other party to death would be useless.
"Forget it."
Sighing, he said half-heartedly, "Write it as quickly as you want. Just let me know the result as soon as you finish it!"
There was a pause.
He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Remember, add more ingredients."
"Ah."
The scholar sneered and sneered with disdain, thinking that adding materials to a book was a matter of course and natural. How could one add materials for the sake of adding materials?
For a while.
One was sitting under the tree, bored, while the other was frowning, thinking hard about the plot.
"correct."
The old Taoist seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said, "How long has that kid been gone?"
The scholar naturally knows who he is talking about.
"Then who remembers?"
He casually said, "What's wrong? Are you worried?"
"None of my business!"
The old Taoist said angrily, "You have also seen that when I interfered with him last time, even my Dameng Dojo almost lost money, and I almost missed your spring shirt!"
"indeed."
The scholar seemed to be thinking of some bad experience, and sneered, "Who cares about whose son, why are we worrying about it? With our current situation, we can only hide here and survive, bluffing people."
"You can't say that."
The old Taoist sighed, "Without him, we wouldn't even have a chance to survive. Don't forget, the group of people outside the door couldn't get in even though they fought to the death. It's just the two of us who have a good relationship with him.
Can I hide here?
Relax!"
"Freedom? Not necessarily?"
The scholar smiled sarcastically, "I figured it out. He let us two in just to protect his son!"
"Didn't he promise?"
The old Taoist said lazily, "If his plan is successful, not only can the two of us come back to life, but we can also reach the extreme of transcendence?"
The scholar suddenly fell silent.
"Detachment?"
After a moment, he also sighed and laughed at himself, "I once thought that with a page of golden book in hand, I could control the path of destiny... But in the end, it was all in vain. Where can there be true transcendence in this world?"
"It is a hope after all."
The old Taoist lamented, "Don't you have to have something to look forward to when you're alive?"
"You are already dead."
The scholar glanced outside the courtyard and said politely, "And the grass on the graves is growing very strong."
The old man was immediately angry.
"Pooh!"
He said angrily, "The writers of your scripts are not only heart-warming, but your words are also so harsh!"
The scholar sneered.
Not bothering to pay attention to him, he slowly picked up the tip of his pen and stared at the white paper in a daze.
Silent for a long time.
In the end, the veteran couldn't help it anymore, scratched his head and said uncertainly, "How about taking a look? Just take a look to see what trouble that kid has caused, so you can just kill the time?"
"That's fine."
The scholar pondered for a moment and nodded.
He always thought.
For inspiration and ideas, you can only let nature take its course and force it, and you won't be able to write a single word about it.
Put down the pen and wave your hand casually.
The barrier that could almost isolate everyone suddenly dissipated.
Although the world is big.
Silence is also known as boundless.
But in the eyes of the two of them, there was no difference between this place and their own backyard. Naturally, they could see all the realms in a moment. However, the two of them looked for a while and found no trace of Gu Han at all.
"Weird thing."
The old Taoist wondered, "Where did this kid go?"
"Look carefully."
The scholar frowned and said, "Maybe he went to some corner where we wouldn't notice."
"how do you know?"
"The nature of father and son."
The scholar said calmly, "That's what his father did back then."
The old man suddenly became interested.
"Did you always monitor him back then?"
"How can it be!"
The scholar sneered, "How can I have so much time to see him? Do I still have to write my story? I've only stopped for a day, and I'm just listening to your nagging! If I stop for a long time, wouldn't I be scolded to death?"
"actually."
Having said this, he sighed and said in a complicated tone, "I was just out of interest and saw that he was very resilient, so I slightly changed his fate. I did not interfere in the future. I mainly observed him.
What we have achieved today...still depends on him."
"No wonder."
The old Taoist said thoughtfully, "I'll chase you after you, but he won't kill you either."
The scholar's face darkened.
"and."
He didn't bother to argue, so he paused and added, "There was a period of time when I completely lost touch with him."
"How can it be!"
The veteran asked in confusion, "He was still in the lower realm at that time, right? Is there a place like that that you can't sense?"
The scholar was silent for a moment.
"have."
To be continued...