"Wan Lao is not like my brother and I, and there is still a slack in the office, why did you suddenly think of Ulvaperch?" Li Shou said martially, "This makes people do not understand."
"That's bad!" Sun Xiaoxu patted Li Shouwu on the shoulder, and said, "Wan Lao can help tens of thousands of people, order one party and make a sound of the world, even "Jin Shang" is still his old disciple—"
"Don't mention it now." Elder Wan raised his hand to stop Sun Xiaoxu, but Sun Xiaoxu has come to talk about it, where can he bother? He turned his hand back to the guard in uniform and continued, "Otherwise, where did these extravagance come from? You are the senior government officer in the mansion, so don't you allow others to think about retiring? Oh! He should be fined a cup. ."
Li Shouwu couldn't help blushing, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The punishment should be the punishment!" When he said that, he really drank a cup.
Wei Sanye immediately held up the wine cup in front of him, and said, "Shou Wu is actually right. Wan Lao is here to draw the mystery. Since the phrase "Breast Geng" refers to resignation and resignation. Zhi, then I would like to ask, if there is no official to resign, how do you tell Wan Lao to hide?"
"Well said." Zhao Taichu, who hadn't spoken for a long time, burst out, and then quietly looked at the painting again.
"So I say that the beauty of this painting lies in the word'impossible'. It is extremely difficult to stew pheasant tail and silk ulva in the same pot; The idea of retreat is even more difficult." While speaking, Sanye Wei could drank the wine in the cup, his triumphant color overflowed his face, and the old man turned to Wanwan and asked with a smile: "How? Wanlao! Didn't I ruin your picture of "Butterfly Bass and Perch"?"
Elder Wan didn't answer him, he lifted the wine cup, took a sip, and said, "We haven't said anything about it in the early days and Shou Wu."
"I've already fined one cup." Li Shouwu smiled, "Besides, I'm afraid not to get drunk. Let Taichu talk about it."
"I—" Zhao Taichu pondered for a long time, "I dare not say."
Just as everyone felt surprised and groaned, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed at the end of the embankment that divided the lotus pond in two outside the pavilion. At a glance, it was a few high-wattage flashlights. Because this embankment is winding in the pond, it is composed of nine tunes, so the light is also gradually approaching, and it is fascinating. But knowing that the coming is very urgent, the footsteps are even more chaotic, as if something extremely important has happened. Sun Xiaoxu tilted his head slightly, listened carefully, and said, "Four people came, two of them wearing boots. Xu was Wan Lao's retinue. One was wearing leather shoes and his legs were a little awkward. The other was an expert. Wearing a pair of cotton-soled mulberry shoes, you have superior light skills on your body, and a weapon such as a nine-section steel whip is wrapped around your waist."
Hearing the words, Old Man Wan got up, his face was slightly stunned, but his anger only flashed away. Needless to say: He was very unhappy when his opponent broke into the small episode of "The Wind Raising the Moon" by his opponents, but after all, people broke in willingly, and there must be a reason, since I don’t know. Just here, how can you suddenly make a noise at this moment
As the light beam of the flashlight was approaching, Zhao Taichu sighed fiercely, and said, "It's really not good!" Said Shi Xun was about to look at the painting in his hand again, and then suddenly floated up like Zhang. The paper kite swayed and flew out of the pavilion at a slanting angle. He actually deceived himself into the pond, standing on a lotus with his lone foot. His hand is really beyond the expectations of others—thinking that the seven elders have met for decades, and the monthly regular meetings have lasted more than ten years, but no one knows: This nicknamed Zhao Taichu, who is known as Wuxiang God Bu, actually There is such an innocent light work. Seeing him with a dignified expression, his palms covered his eyebrows and looked towards the horizon towards the northwest. It seems that showing off his skills is not to show off, but to avoid the lights in the pavilion and the flashlight that keeps on flashing. He wants to see the dots in the sky clearly. Stars. Sure enough, everyone followed Zhao Taichu's gaze, but saw a light bulb-sized meteor in the northwestern night sky. The meteor was red all over, and it had a pink tail. Almost at the same moment, six white meteors appeared immediately behind the red meteor, the size of a light bulb, each with a white tail light. Look at the moment when the red meteor travels through the middle of the sky, it bursts like a firework, and disappears without a trace. But at this moment, a small star glowing with blue light appeared where the red meteor had disappeared, and it could almost be seen that it continued to move along the direction of the previous red meteor, heading straight to the southeast. It's too late and it's fast. The previous six white meteors are also flying away in three directions: northeast, southeast, and due east at a speed of thunder. The only thing left is that little cyan star keeps moving forward, hiding himself among the willow branches. All this came and went quickly, just a few blinks of an eye, leaving a pale night, as if nothing had ever happened. Everyone was suspicious, Zhao Taichu had already floated into the pavilion, and sighed again.