The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

After these words came out, the eyes of the four girls, Mei, Lan, Zhu and Ju, all looked a little strange.

Without waiting for Wang Que to speak, the cold voice of the big-breasted Mei sounded directly: "Spiritual and martial arts dual cultivation, this is something that countless great men from ancient times to the present have wanted to do but have never done. Do you think you can do it?"

Huang Xiaozhu raised his head and said, "This... I really don't know."

Wang Que smiled faintly and said, "I can teach you the method of spiritual cultivation and martial arts cultivation, and you can also try to see if you can practice spiritual and martial arts dual cultivation."

"Thank you, young master!" Huang Xiaozhu hurriedly saluted.

Wang Que turned around and pointed a finger at the thin Huang Xiaozhu's forehead, and then a spiritual cultivation method and a martial arts cultivation method were all passed on in the form of memory.

Huang Xiaozhu was illiterate. He couldn't understand the scriptures if he was given them, and he couldn't use the soul power if he was given jade slips until he reached the Qi Refining Realm, so memory transmission was the most appropriate.

As for the skills given to Huang Xiaozhu, this was the superior cultivation method of the Wang family, not his "Mirage Ancient Dao Sutra".

After a moment, Wang Que retracted his finger, while Huang Xiaozhu digested the huge amount of information in his mind with a dull look.

"My Lord, are you really going to teach him martial arts and spiritual cultivation?" Xiaozhu opened her mouth slightly: "You know this is impossible."

Wang Que's smile remained unchanged: "Young man, let him try and he will give up."

"Okay, you are the Lord, you have the final say. By the way, Lord, are we going back to the sect now?"

"What else?" Wang Que turned his head and looked at Xiaozhu.

Xiaozhu frowned and said: "My Lord, didn't you say you wanted to find someone who can build a house? We are so close to Beilin Town now..."

"Damn, I forgot about this. Let's go to Beilin Town!"

A few minutes later, Wang Que and others, who were standing on the tortoise shell, returned to Beilin Town.

Above the center of Beilin Town, Wang Que held a piece of gold in his hand: "Who in your town can build a house? The first person who answers me will get this piece of gold."

Gold is common for cultivators, but it is extremely precious to mortals.

Just a moment later, a shout came from below: "Reporting to the immortal master, Zheng's craftsmanship is the best at building houses. They can not only build houses but also make furniture and other things!"

Wang Que looked over and said: "Okay, this gold is yours, catch it."

After saying that, Wang Que raised his hand and threw it, and the glittering gold flew down.

The man was overjoyed and hurriedly reached out to catch the flying gold.

Wang Que's soul power covered the entire town, and after a few breaths, he flew directly to a shop hundreds of meters away.

As soon as Wang Que left, many people surrounded the young man who caught the gold. One of the burly men rubbed his hands and said, "Brother, everyone who sees it gets a share. You can't hold this gold, hand it over!"

The young man gritted his teeth, bent down and lowered his head, and quickly rushed out of the crowd!

The farce here did not affect Wang Que. At this time, Wang Que had already brought Mei, Lan, Zhu and Ju into the Zheng's workshop.

"Master Immortal, I am the owner of this stall. This is the best tea here. Don't blame me for not liking it." An old man poured the tea respectfully.

Wang Que sat on the chair and had no intention of drinking tea: "Just now, I asked, I heard that you are the best at building houses here?"

The old man smiled stiffly: "That's all because they flatter me, but my craftsmanship is indeed the best in Beilin Town, but I dare not brag outside Beilin Town."

This old man is worthy of being a businessman. His words are flawless and make people feel comfortable.

Wang Que pointed at the table and said, "I have a courtyard and a loft that I need someone to design and build. Do you think you can do it?"

The old man didn't say whether he could or not. He said cautiously, "If you are willing, please tell me your idea first. I will draw a picture for you on the spot."

"How about this, Immortal Master?" The old man waved his hand and asked his son to get paper and pen.

Seeing this, Wang Que signaled Mei, Lan, Zhu and Ju to sit down as well.

"Okay, I'll give you a concept first. How long will it take you to draw the picture? I can't wait any longer."

The old man nodded: "I dare not boast, but I think I have fifty years of experience in building houses. The more detailed you are, the faster I can draw."

Wang Que nodded slightly: "Okay, when will I start?"

"You can tell me now, don't look at my age, my memory is still good."

Wang Que hummed and thought for a moment and said in a low voice: "Then let's start with the courtyard."

"Please tell me, Immortal."

"The courtyard should be 400 meters long and 300 meters wide. I want a corridor with carved railings and jade bricks, decorated with delicate patterns."

"The carvings must be fine, there should be a garden in the middle of the courtyard, and the stone paths in the garden should be winding.Go to the octagonal pavilion. "

"There should be enough space in the middle of the pavilion for a round table, for... eight or nine people to drink tea and chat."

"In the depths of the courtyard, the two-story attic, above the four corners of the roof, the eaves should not only be majestic but also delicate, there should be carvings on the tiles, there should also be carvings on the pillars, and there should be space under the eaves to hang things like brocade sachets and wind chimes."

"The attic on the first floor should be transparent from front to back, and the attic on the second floor should have large windows and front windowsills in front. Do you understand what I mean?"

The old man nodded: "I understand, I understand completely."

Wang Que nodded: "It's okay to understand. Isn't the attic on the first floor connected from front to back? Make a large living room on the left, and the whole room behind the living room. As for the right side... also make a living room, but the right side should be able to put a table for eating, not the whole room, understand?"

The old man still nodded: "I understand! Immortal Master, please continue. "

Wang Que hummed: "The bedroom on the left side of the upstairs should be large, directly a north-south bedroom, with a hall in the middle, where you can put a tea table and the like, it should be dignified, and two rooms should be built on the right, but a window sill should be built in the front of the right side, isn't it better looking?"

The old man thought for a while: "Master Immortal is wise, it does look better."

Wang Que smiled and patted the table: "That's it for now, how long can you draw the picture?"

The old man took the paper and pen from his son: "Master Immortal, please taste the tea first, when this pot of tea is warm, I will definitely present the drawings to you for appreciation."

Wang Que raised his eyebrows: "You have read a lot of books."

The old man smiled and said: "It's a means of survival, so I will draw the picture first?"

"Go ahead."

"Okay, please sit down. "

After the old man finished speaking, he walked to the table and spread out a large piece of paper and began to draw by hand.

He used a fine silk brush, and his handwriting was delicate and vigorous, and he drew very quickly, as if he didn't need to think before writing, and didn't need to look back and modify it after writing.

Wang Que turned his head for a moment, and in just this moment, the old man had already drawn the attic, and the speed was so fast!

Seeing this, Wang Que picked up the tea and looked at Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju: "Look, do you see, this is professionalism."

"We don't know how to do things, but they can draw them without stopping."

Xiao Zhu was still the one who took over the conversation: "Of course, they make a living by doing this. If you ask us to assassinate someone, we can also complete it quickly without blinking or shaking our hands. "

On Wang Que's shoulder, Goodbird was bored and looked around. Suddenly, he found that there were only six cups of tea on the table.

Turning his head, he looked at his master, the four girls of Mei, Lan, Zhu and Ju, and Huang Xiaozhu who was immersed in studying the practice method...

After counting, Goodbird opened his mouth: "Fuck, why doesn't this bird god have tea?"

Fuck, Goodbird turned his head and looked at the son of the old man Yanmo: "You kid, pour tea for this bird god quickly. If you are slow, this bird god will kill you!"

He has no ability but a bad temper.

Wang Que raised his hand and patted Goodbird: "Why are you barking like a dog? Who taught you to say that?"

Goodbird leaned back and looked at Wang Que: "Master, I learned all this from you. Didn't you always order people around like this when you were fighting cocks before?"

"Can't you learn less from me?"

Goodbird thought about it, and then lowered his voice in a bird voice: "Change a batch."