[System] Guo Shi Wushuang

Yun Yuan glanced at the signature, it was - Lu Weilou.

If another person saw this name, he would probably take a breath and immediately agree.

Who is Lu Weilou!The first among the four great talents of Chu, the first among the seven sons of the Seven Kingdoms, and the ninth among the national scholars.He is 26 years old this year, and like Ye Gucheng, he is a Jinshi.He is the first man in ancient and modern times to squeeze into the top ten of the National Scholars list with a Jinshi degree!Out-and-out martial arts faction!Ye Gucheng's best friend is also his boss!Leading the Chu State from the military position of a first-rank general, he is a regular third-rank general in the Seven-Nation Allied Forces!

He is the most popular arrogance in this world, and the real one is known to everyone, everyone knows him.Because he was weak, he led his family's private soldiers to the battlefield and rescued a county in another country. In 6 years, he experienced countless life and death, and his reputation was created by iron and blood.

He also has a quirk that is talked about, it is not a life-threatening injury, and he will never be treated by a doctor.No one knows what this guy is thinking, he gradually has a nickname that is not very good - "Bone Lord".

For this man who was born to death and used to seeing bony bones, it was really a kind of irony.

In order to protect the entire human race, the army of the Seven Kingdoms did not distinguish between you and me, so he invited a person from Qin, and there was nothing to criticize.Just, do I know him?It is impossible for such a person to come here for that medical book.

"I don't want to." Yun Yuan didn't think about it any more, took out a purple hair from his bosom, contained the literary spirit in the tip of the brush, and wrote without ink.

"Swan Goose Passes Letters", two copies of the letter will be prepared, and the person who receives the letter can reply directly on the letter, and the other person will immediately see the words of the reply.

Lu Weilou looked at the unspeakably expensive font reflected on the paper, as if he saw the dangerous and beautiful boy through the white paper.

"The name of this font?" Lu Weilou is not a person who gets angry easily, but his overly handsome and profound face gives him an aura of calmness and prestige.Yun Yuan, who had no idea what he looked like, was naturally unconscious.

"Thin golden body." Yun Yuan wrote casually when he had nothing to do.

This young man... Lu Weilou thought that he would ask him why he passed the letter to him, or say something else, but he never expected to be rejected directly.

He touched the high bridge of his nose, and a wry smile appeared on his thin lips.Most of today's great Confucianists seek the holy way in order to live forever. If it is not for a war, they basically do not appear on the front line.Potential literati also feel that war is an insult to politeness, and they prefer to be civil servants.Infighting among the Seven Kingdoms is inevitable, and the situation of the human race is becoming more and more worrisome.

When he suddenly saw such a bold young man last night, he naturally fell in love with talent.He was also... curious enough, that night was really, thrilling and beautiful.

"Are you afraid of bony bones?" If the other party hates war and doesn't want to join the army, he doesn't force it.

After Lu Weilou finished writing this sentence, he threw away the writing brush, feeling waned and no longer looking forward to it.He picked up the battle robe behind him, adjusted his clothes, and prepared to patrol the front line.But when his dark eyes flicked across the paper, they suddenly became a little darker.

"—Even if there are thousands of white bones in this world, how can it compare to the viciousness of the heart?" The young man's unruly and sharp words, full of sophistication and vigilance, really... couldn't be better.

Lu Weilou's eye sockets suddenly turned red, and his tongue lightly brushed his dry thin lips, as if he could feel the rusty taste in his mouth.

"Leaning on the sword to watch the flowers, sighing at the moment of the world's withering prosperity! Flying in the wind and making shadows, and abandoning the world when drunk!"

"Thousands of dead bones, laughing at the bitterness of the autumn wind! Go back! Fire tree jackdaw, change into fresh clothes and angry horse!"

Lu Weilou expressed his feelings, thinking about yesterday's scene, he smiled wryly and recited "Dian Crimson Lips".The pathos and self-deprecation in the words are obvious. He fought against monsters and barbarians in this bitter and cold place, and the human race was singing and dancing to make peace, intrigues, really...

Chilling.But if he really went after fresh clothes and angry horses as the words said, he would not be that "Bone Lord" Lu Weilou.

As soon as the man finished reciting the poem, he used his military skills to cover it up, confusing the perceptions of the saints and heaven and earth.This kind of dejected and self-deprecating poem is not very useful, and it is not suitable to express it.

As for the so-called lifespan... the works before the Sixth Heavenly Tribulation are only useful to Juren and below, so those who can arouse the Heavenly Tribulation when they are young are rare talents in a hundred years!

"The boy is not as weak as the crown, right? In the world... there is such a talent? We wait for the human race... When will we be prosperous?" His hoarse voice echoed in the empty barracks, and was buried deep in the sand with the wine.

A man does not flick his tears easily.Lu Weilou was so depressed that he laughed it off.And the heartless Yun Yuan didn't know that person's mood at all, and he didn't care.

Seeing the handwriting on the paper slowly disappear, he knew that the other party had burned the letter, so he thought that the other party had given up.The more he thought about it, the more relaxed Yun Yuan waved his small fan, happily preparing to go to another famous restaurant in Daliang to try the signature dishes.

The food here is authentic and has a special "style"~

Yun Yuan looked at the restaurant in front of him unsteadily, the carved eaves reflected the sun, the painted buildings flew with clouds, and the red bricks and tiles did not become vulgar, but did not lose their atmosphere.On the signboard of the inn, "Yuzhen Pavilion" is written in flying and phoenix dances. Judging from the writing skills, it should be the work of a famous artist.

"Jade Plate Delicacy"?Such a loud tone ~ Yun Yuan held his chin and thought, he never reflected on it, is he qualified to call others arrogant?No matter what, the food still needs to be tasted. He closed his fan and was about to go in, but was blocked by a person.

To be precise, a beggar?The old man in front of him had disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, but he was clean.If it wasn't for the broken bowl in front of him, he wouldn't be able to tell he was a beggar.

So, are all the beggars in this world so distinctive?Yun Yuan stared at the old man's cloudy eyes, and thought helplessly that the old man's hand was holding his clothes corner, stopping his progress.

"Young man, old man, I haven't eaten all day, take me in and have a meal." The old man said it confidently, without a flattering look at all, very much like the hermit master written in the novel, of course, the appearance is not very similar, Maybe it's camouflage.

Yun Yuan complained strangely in his heart, so many people came and went, he just held himself back.It seems that the protagonist's treatment is the same as his own, but Yun Yuan is relieved that there are no fools with no brains out to chase beggars.

Otherwise, wouldn't he still have to startle stupidly, saying that everything is paid for by the Lord?

Yun Yuan did not refuse the old man's request, and really took him in.Not for the conjecture of the ridiculous hermit expert, he just felt that it was unnecessary.Although he is not a self-sacrificing person, he will not stop doing what he can.

Xu is Yun Yi's favorite, Yun Yuan in the past had no concept of money, and now Yun Yuan also has no concept of money.In this world of cultivating Taoism, the most important thing is lifespan and literary name, Yun Yuan may not have imagined that there are people like Lu Weilou who don't need lifespan.

I heard that a manuscript that arouses Qianlong Thunder Tribulation can be sold for a hundred taels of gold.As for those who see dragons, I have never seen anyone sell them.

From now on, he will never be short of money.

"Young man, I didn't expect you to be good-natured." The old man didn't pay much attention to "eat and sleep without talking". ordinary people.

It doesn't matter, as long as it is harmless, he really doesn't lack any rewards for being a master.

"Young man, old man, as soon as I saw you, I felt that I was destined for you." The old man ate very quickly, and his accent did not seem to be from Daliang.

"Where are you from, old man?" Yun Yuan chatted with him casually, and he didn't keep the so-called "eat and sleep without talking".

The old man seemed a little surprised that Yun Yuan spoke to him, "Oh? I came from the capital of the Qin State, and it's not good there. Daliang is pretty good, the man is handsome, and the woman is beautiful."

His words were vulgar, but there was a light in his cloudy eyes.This is the truth.

"Really? I think so too." Yun Yuan nodded in agreement. Although his aesthetics was different from the mainstream of the Seven Kingdoms, his scope was wider, and he actually saw many beauties.Females are like his elder sister Yunyi, while males are Yegucheng and Mo Tiangong. The quality is extremely high and natural, and they even have a unique temperament.

"Young man, you are also very beautiful. Your name is Yun Yuan, right? I have heard of you, and I heard that you are a great talent." The old man seemed to be flattering him, saying a lot of good things.Yun Yuan didn't feel restrained at all, he accepted all the compliments and never refused, which made the old man at a loss for words.

Probably after traveling all over the world for so many years, I have never seen this kind of person!

"Today I ate a lot of money from you, young man, and the old man feels a little bit sorry." He said so, holding a pot of the most expensive wine in this pavilion, drinking happily.

"The name of this wine is 'Fusheng'. It is a special product of our state of Qin, and it was invented by a half-sage. Young man, don't you want to drink it?" The old man thought of something while drinking and smiled.Ordinary appearance also became pleasing to the eye.

This restaurant is a branch of the "Yuzhen Pavilion" in the capital of Qi State.The wine was transported all the way from the state of Qi, and it is said that it is favored by noble literati.Because wine, as its name suggests, makes people live in a dream.Get drunk in a trance, think about the past, and forget it completely after waking up, no headaches, and a relaxed body.

It's just that you can't drink too much of this wine, one pot is enough.If you drink more than three pots a day, you will fall asleep for three days and three nights.

Yun Yuan didn't touch the expensive wine, since he couldn't go back, so what if he remembered the past?Just kidding yourself.

"Whoever abandons me, don't keep the day of yesterday; whoever disturbs my heart, today is so worrying!" Yun Yuan smelled the unusually clear aroma of wine, and had no desire to touch it.

"...Hahaha!" After a few seconds of silence, the old man suddenly laughed, full of belly laughs.Fortunately, they were in a cubicle, otherwise they would have been watched.

"If the world is like you, how can this wine be sold!" This is the second time Yun Yuan heard the words "If the world is like you", he also laughed.

"In this world, there is only one Yun Yuan." The young man lowered his beautiful eyes, but he couldn't hide his glowing aura.To be able to speak such words in such a flat tone, really, there is only one Yun Yuan.

The author has something to say: This poem is really my own casual work, for self-entertainment, don't spray it.In fact, the author really wants to quote to the end, and writing poems by himself is not comparable to the style of the ancients.But after thinking about it, writing an article requires some private goods 23333.