Crossing town house man and wife

Wu Ming has studied.

When he was a child—when he was still a human, he also studied and practiced calligraphy in ethnology, but unfortunately, at that time, the emphasis was on writing like a person, and Wu Ming had no talent in writing. When it comes to hair bundles, it's still a bad handwriting.

When the enlightenment ended and he needed to learn deeper knowledge, he was kicked out of ethnology and went to find another way to make a living.

Since then, writing has become a non-essential skill in life for Wu Ming, and he naturally won't spend time practicing it.

After that, the tools used for writing gradually changed, and the brush was replaced by more convenient pens, pencils, and ballpoint pens.

By the time of the 21st century, pens have disappeared from the daily necessities of many people.

How could such a Wu name be able to write well?

Yan Heng also understood the reason why Wu Ming was reluctant to write when he wrote the word "stirrup".

How can this handwriting be a bad handwriting!

Yan Heng restrained the corners of his mouth from twitching, took the brush, and said expressionlessly: "You should spend some time practicing calligraphy."

"Thank you, Bumin." Wu Ming refused without thinking.

Yan Heng didn't want to reprimand his wife in front of Luo Daozi, and he didn't want to annoy him because of such a trivial matter, so he said something casually and stopped mentioning it. He raised his hand and called Luo Daozi to him, pointing to the painting drawn by Wu Ming After explaining the purpose of the stirrup, he ordered him to find someone to build it as soon as possible.

"Keep an eye on it, don't let it out." After finishing speaking, Yan Heng urged again.

"Don't worry, my lord, Luo Daozi will definitely live up to my lord's entrustment." Luo Daozi patted his chest as a guarantee, and then asked without doubt, "Is this little thing so useful?"

"I've already tried it." Yan Heng affirmed.

"That's good." Luo Daozi looked happy, "If this thing can really make the cavalry even more powerful, we might as well give up some money and buy a batch of war horses from the barbarians."

"As for the purchase of war horses, let's start preparing now."

Yan Heng then chatted with Luo Daozi about setting up a cavalry battalion.

Wu Ming wasn't interested in it and didn't want to participate, but he couldn't stop his ears from listening, so he could only look away and find a way to divert his attention.

But in the main hall, apart from a map, there is nothing else that can be seen.And that map is actually very simple, only a bunch of lines and a few place names.If you haven't learned the relevant knowledge of ancient maps, you may not even understand which line represents a river and which line represents a mountain.

By the way, what does Liaodong look like in later generations?

Wu Ming glanced at Yan Heng, saw that he was talking happily with Luo Daozi, and his attention was not on himself at all, so he quietly stretched out his hand, and quietly pulled off the piece of silk cloth on which the stirrup was painted before, and then glanced at him again. Yan Heng, seeing that he still didn't notice, simply took off the brush that had been dipped in ink.

Yan Heng had actually noticed Wu Ming's little trick, but firstly, what he was holding was irrelevant, and secondly, he didn't want to interrupt the discussion with Luo Daozi, so he pretended not to see it, and continued to talk to Luo Daozi on his own.

When the talk between Yan Heng and Wu Daozi came to an end, he turned his head and found that there was a large ink stain on the silk cloth that Wu Ming had taken. It looked...it looked like a map!

Yan Heng subconsciously looked at another map behind him, then turned his head to compare it with the map drawn by Wu Ming, and suddenly took a deep breath.

Clearer, easier to understand, and possibly even more precise and comprehensive!

Because he just wanted to pass the time, Wu Ming didn't use the complicated drawing standards such as contour lines and scales. Instead, he used comics to visualize the mountains and rivers. The effect of the drawing was more like a Q-version map in a video game.It's a pity that I don't have any paint and only ink in my hand, so I can't render the river or anything. I can only use the depth of coloring to distinguish the river from the road.

Don't look at Wu Ming's brush calligraphy is not good, but he is very talented in painting. He was good at painting when he was a human being, and he fell in love with sketching and painting when Western culture came in. painting.But precisely because he is good at painting, Wu Ming is even more reluctant to spend time practicing calligraphy, which he is not good at.

Why use your weaknesses to kill your strengths?His brain is not flooded again!

Therefore, under the ebb and flow of one and the other, it is naturally a vicious circle.

Wu Ming was immersed in the memory, and stopped writing unconsciously, and Yan Heng's eager question came from beside him immediately.

"Why don't you draw?"

"what?"

Wu Ming was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and then found that Yan Heng and Luo Daozi had stopped talking, and they were staring at him and his silk cloth.

Wu Ming couldn't help blinking, and began to think about how to muddle through.

"This... is this my map of Liaodong?" Luo Daozi simply snatched the silk cloth with the map drawn on it, browsed it carefully, and then widened his eyes, looking at Wu Ming like a rare animal.

Wu Ming laughed twice, but did not answer.

"There seems to be some discrepancy." Yan Heng coughed lightly, and reminded him.

"I'm just scribbling, don't take it too seriously." Wu Ming pretended to be helpless and spread his hands, but said in his heart: What I painted is Liaodong after 2000. Although there is no abnormal mother river like the Yellow River that changes its course at every turn, but in the past After so long, many rivers and few mountains are unavoidable.

Wu Ming's painting skills are his true skills, but the maps he draws are somewhat suspected of cheating.

Because he memorized too many books when he was a child, he had a psychological shadow. After he became a ghost cultivator, Wu Ming deliberately studied a set of exercises that can embed memories into his soul. When he used them, he directly found them and read them.

What Wu Ming is drawing at this moment is the satellite map of Liaodong for later generations that he has memorized by using exercises.

"Madam, can this map—no, this scroll—can be given to Luo Daozi?" Luo Daozi looked at Wu Ming anxiously.

"...Can I say no?" Wu Ming twitched his lips.

Luo Daozi's Taoist robe was an eyesore no matter how he looked, even if he could see that he was a fake Taoist priest, Wu Ming just wanted to keep him at a respectful distance.

"Let's put it here first." Yan Heng stretched out his hand and snatched the silk cloth back, "If you have nothing to do, you can arrange for people to try to make stirrups-by the way, my wife and I will eat lunch here, and you Get someone to arrange it."

"My lord, I am your counselor, not your manager." Luo Daozi rolled his eyes.

"Those who can do more work." Yan Heng replied calmly.

"No." Luo Daozi actually knew that Yan Heng was pushing him out, so he had no choice but to agree to the promise, but stood up helplessly.

After Luo Daozi left, Yan Heng turned to Wu Ming and asked, "Why did you draw this?"

Without him, hand owes.

Wu Ming slapped himself in the heart, but his face remained innocent, "I... I don't know, I just... drew it... ah!"

"Huh?" Yan Heng was taken aback by Wu Ming's surprise.

"I don't really have a soul in my body, right?" Wu Ming grabbed Yan Heng's lapel pretending to be terrified.

"How is it possible?" Yan Heng immediately hugged Wu Ming into his arms, seeing that he did not resist, he simply hugged him on his lap, and asked cautiously, "Have you ever had... I mean... like today Saying or doing things like this out of the blue that you shouldn't know or understand?"

"Stirrup?" Wu Ming blinked.

"That's why you said you knew but didn't think about it?" Yan Heng only felt that his heart had already jumped into his throat, and he was so nervous that he was almost out of breath.

Wu Ming felt Yan Heng's strangeness. Although he didn't understand what was going on, his intuition told him that Yan Heng must have made up some kind of answer in his brain. Big room for imagination.

So, Wu Ming hummed lightly and stopped talking, lowered his head, avoiding Yan Heng's scrutiny, but the villain in his heart was secretly roaring: What's going on in the brain?Say it, say it, say it...

Yan Heng didn't disappoint him, he put his arms around his shoulders and asked tentatively, "Do you... believe in reincarnation?"

Do not believe.

Wu Ming pouted secretly.

He knew very well what the world would look like after death. There was neither Yama, nor Naihe Bridge, nor Meng Po Tang. The only change was that he left his body and became another invisible substance. .

It cannot be seen, but it is still a kind of substance, existing in the form of substance.

Just like the body needs to eat for energy, the soul needs to draw energy to continue to exist.The reason why ghosts are so rare that they only exist in legends is mainly because most souls cannot obtain new energy supplies after leaving the body, so that they quickly disappear and die completely.

The world before death and the world after death are basically the same world. The so-called reincarnation is nothing more than an old ghost occupying a certain body. Only then did they come up with a set of rhetoric that can brainwash people.

To put it bluntly, the so-called reincarnation is used to deceive "people".

But all right, why did Yan Heng mention reincarnation?

Wu Ming frowned, and suddenly remembered that Yan Heng also said words like "the last life" in the bridal chamber last night.

"Is there really reincarnation?" Wu Ming asked suspiciously.

"Maybe... yes." Yan Heng put his arms around Wu Ming's shoulders, and lifted his face with the other, forcing him to look into his eyes, "For example, we met in the previous life."

What?

Wu Minghaoxuan couldn't hold back the twitching of the corner of his mouth.

One second you were still talking about serious things, but the next second you are talking about love?

What have I seen in my previous life, such a bad pick-up stalk can't even be seen in third-rate gossip, okay?

In particular, Yan Heng also has a bearded face like a kiwi fruit, and he speaks the lines of Buttercup with a tough expression. This... this style of painting is too magical, right?

Wu Ming shivered unconsciously, and his expression became weird.

"Don't you believe it?" Yan Heng sighed, rubbing Wu Ming's cheek lightly with his fingers, "I didn't believe it at first, but...but maybe it's like what the late emperor said, people have to drink a glass of wine on the Naihe Bridge after death." Only a bowl of Mengpo soup can we forget the past and re-enter reincarnation, and we just drink a few mouthfuls of Mengpo soup so that we can still remember the events of the previous life."

Dude, that spinster Meng Po is from the Western Han Dynasty, and she hasn't been born yet!

Wu Ming complained inwardly, but said: "Could it be that the late emperor was also a reincarnated person?"

Yan Heng paused with his fingers and didn't answer immediately, but his brows were involuntarily frowned, obviously thoughtful.