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    The paper luan on the table is white all over, and the surface is outlined with light ink lines, which looks like an ink painting.

    The sharp ax suddenly stopped less than three inches away from Zhiluan, and Gu Pan moved a little closer with great interest, carefully observing the black lines.

    Suddenly, in his slightly surprised eyes, Zhi Luan flapped his wings and flew to the position in front of him at the same height as his lower abdomen, and said: "Seven days later, the demon king will have a banquet, and invite fellow travelers to share bliss  .¡±

    Although this piece of paper can talk, it doesn't seem to have any emotional intelligence. Don't you know that when communicating with people, it's best to look into the other person's eyes?

    No, no, the thing didn't seem to be talking to him.

    Gu Juan was stunned for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly slapped the bronze mirror on his waist.

    The head of the pot cover swished halfway, staring blankly at Zhi Luan for a long time before choking out a word.

    "What did you say?"

    Zhiluan didn't respond at all, and continued to speak in the same tone and speed: "Seven days later, the demon king will have a banquet, and invite fellows to share bliss."

    Gu Juan took another pat, and Xiang Li immediately said, "I see."

    Zhi Luan seemed to have really received the signal, and said "at midnight on the seventh day, the crane will come to pick you up", spread his wings and flew out of the window.

    Click!

    A big hand reached out at a faster speed and grabbed it back.

    Gu Juan pinched its two wings and watched it struggle and flutter very seriously. The red flames in the depths of its eyes were quietly burning, and the flow of "breath" in the lines on the paper came into view one by one.

    He soon became obsessed with it, and couldn't help but began to copy it bit by bit, but the various measuring tools he made a few days ago were broken, and he had to make them again, so he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

    For most of the day, Gu Juan stayed in the room and did not go out. He stared at the paper luan. He used up a lot of white paper. He had no choice but to pack up his things, put on his coat and go out.  to buy.

    After going out for a short distance, he suddenly found himself surrounded. A group of people were sweating and staring at him. It felt like they owed them a lot of money and didn't pay it back.

    "Mr. Fu is here!"

    "Okay! Finally found Mr. Fu!"

    The next moment, the two young men who looked like scholars in the lead suddenly yelled, rushed over and grabbed his sleeves from left to right, as if they were afraid that he would run away after rubbing oil on the soles of his feet.

    Gu Pan thought for a while, and finally remembered where these two had met, and his heart skipped a beat.

    Sure enough, after two well-dressed scholars grabbed him, one began to take things out of his arms, and the other spoke bitterly.

    "Mr. Fu, as a storyteller, you have to be reasonable, right? There is no reason to run away while talking, and leave everyone who is listening mesmerized?"

    Gu Juan really wanted to say that what he said was bullshit, and that Xiang Dada's confusion was all due to your infatuation, and had nothing to do with him, but he had to swallow the words and could only let him  The scholar kept making noises beside him.

    Another scholar had already taken out two brand-new slips of paper from his pocket at this time, and stuffed them into his hands without any explanation, "Mr. Fu, this is the money for tea to moisten your throat. Please keep it first, and I will talk about it later."  It made us happy"

    He paused, and then said: "Xiaosheng still has a lot of rewards No, no, Xiaosheng still has a lot of filial piety to offer, sir, don't refuse."

    Am I that kind of a money-eyed person?

    Gu Juan thought silently in his heart, squeezed the bank notes in his hand, and stuffed them into the sleeve without any hassle.

    Forget it, for the sake of everyone's enthusiasm, it's not good to save their face. Anyway, after studying the lines for so long, he was already dizzy and his eyes were black, so he went to change his mood  also good.

    Not long after, Gu Juan sat on the stage in the middle of the hall on the first floor again in the same teahouse.

    In addition to a folding fan, a bronze mirror, and a pot of tea, there are also ten drawers of buns piled high.

    The entire teahouse was full of seats, and there were even a lot of extra people. There was no place to sit, so they had no choice but to stand there, each holding a bag of dried fruit, waiting eagerly for "Mr. Fu" to start speaking.

    Finally, Gu Juan swallowed the last mouthful of buns contentedly, picked up the bronze mirror, and patted it heavily on the table.

    "It's said that thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people.""

    This talk lasted until the next morning.

    When Gu Juan talked about the climax, he took the bronze mirror for the last time to pat down the table again, and directly patted the table to pieces. Then, when everyone was still immersed in it, he carried a package and slipped out through the back door without a sound.

    He didn't even dare to go back to the inn, but found a place where no one was around and hid for a while. When he came out again, Shi Shiran changed his identity again, becoming a fortune teller who walks the rivers and lakes and speaks straight.

    The fortune teller went to the shop and bought a thick stack of white paper, and he didn't plan to open it on the street. Instead, he found a well-informed person to inquire about it, spent some money to find a house to live in, and started to live again.  The drawing life of the night.

    When the seventh day came, Gu Juan was finally able to completely reproduce the lines and stripes on the paper luan, and made very complicated adjustments according to the operating conditions.

    Among them, the degree of complexity is that someone like him who has been ahead of this world for an unknown number of years in terms of science and engineering thinking can complete it. If it is someone else, maybe only two small results will appear.

    Perhaps the vast majority of people simply can't understand and understand, and end up with nothing.

    However, it does not rule out very few geniuses who are born with the talent of "cultivating immortality" thinking, and can directly resolve problems from the source and essence.

    In this regard, Lao Jiangtou, who wrote "The Palm of Flame" and "Borrowing the Universe" in hand, and who has achieved success in cultivation, and the imperial concubine Luo, who can subdue the Lacking Moon Demon Sword by comprehending the Nine Zhang Ji, may have already touched the second kind.  possible edge.

    Gu Juan never thought that he could beat the world. In terms of real cultivation talent, he who became a monk halfway may be worse than most people.

    He thinks that the only thing he can really get his hands on is the scientific methodological way of thinking that he was tortured and experienced in the past, and the methods and steps to analyze and solve problems derived from it.

    The seventh night.

    Gu Juan quietly came to the roof of the inn, hid himself in the shadows, and quietly waited for the arrival of midnight.

    He really wanted to know what the spirit crane that Zhiluan was talking about was, and he even wanted to know what the so-called demon king was.

    Whether it is soft or hard, and whether it can be pinched by him.

    Time passed little by little, and when Gu Juan noticed a different kind of white suddenly appearing in the night, he knew that the spirit crane of the Demon Lord had come close.

    He slowly got up from the roof and looked at the white crane flying gracefully under the moonlight.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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