novelones Chapter 343: Being despised by women
Chapter 343: Being despised by women
After a meal of wine, people dispersed one after another until the crescent moon was high. Xue Li's book box was empty and his tongue was full. Wu Hao asked him the purpose of the book box and the opportunity of its appearance in just two sentences: Talent The second realm, that is, the realm of knowledge, will exist, and its size will vary according to the size of each person's inner lake.
After the clan elders conveyed their goodwill and made an appointment to visit frequently to discuss poetry when they had time, the big cats sent them out of Wujia Village one by one. Xue Li, who was drunk, was left on the scene, and Wang Wei, who wanted to win over, There was also Lan Xia who looked admiring.
"Sir, do you have concerns?" Wang Wei asked.
Wu Hao didn't know how to answer this sharp question, he didn't know what to say. He had only been here for a few days, so he was worried about it. It didn't matter if he couldn't go back to Zhongtian Realm. But can you understand what he said?So he smiled in turn and said, "On the contrary, I think you have a knot in your mind and a lot of worries."
Wang Wei smiled politely and didn't take it to heart. Wu Hao couldn't know whether he had any knots in his heart. Psychology said it couldn't be so powerful, otherwise the world would be in chaos.
Although Wu Hao doesn't know what Lord Wang is thinking, don't forget that in addition to his keen perception of "Swallowing the Sky", he is also a descendant of the Wentian Sect, who can distinguish between loyal and traitorous people, and can predict people's hearts.
Wu Hao stared at the image of Wang Wei, peeling it from skin to bone, and finally calculated quickly with his fingers. It is very simple that a person has clear love and hate, but the road of love is bumpy. Although he finally has a happy relationship, the first half of his life is still a monotonous series of misses and mistakes. fault.
The dignified master of the Four Realms shouldn't just be trapped by love. Wu Hao took advantage of the opportunity to put his hand on Mr. Wang's shoulder, patted him twice, and shouted: "Drink, drink!"
The movements of his hands were respectively caressing the shoulders and back of the head. People, wealth, and power are what ordinary people pursue. There are just a few of these, including loving friends and confidants, relatives and enemies; wealth and luck; development prospects and pursuit of goals. Mr. Wang actually has them all. It's just that the portion isn't much.
Wu Hao did a quick mental calculation, his heart was in turmoil, his expression was calm, he was too average, he must have something in mind.
When I first arrived, I had to hug someone first. Considering the group of people in front of me, Wang Wei should be considered a more suitable partner at this stage. He values love and justice, is brave and decisive, and has a firm mind. What exactly is this goal?
Some people call this thing stubbornness, some people call this thing persistence, and some people call this thing paranoia. To be honest, Wu Hao admires this kind of person. He actually has a righteous intention.
"Master Wang, is your Geng your age this year?"
Wang Wei's eyes widened and he was a little surprised. Why did Wu Hao suddenly ask this question? He paused for a moment while holding the wine glass. After drinking the wine slowly, he said, "Don't be confused!"
"In the prime of life, young and promising, advanced in cultivation, and in a high position..." Wu Haobian looked away from Wang Wei and kept pinching his right hand. This bone appearance, face, and bone age were somewhat different from the age he said. ah.
Wang Wei waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Don't dare!"
"Brother Wang has a lot of knots in his heart. It's hard to understand. I can understand worrying about the country and the people. What I really don't understand is falsely reporting your age. Are you not in your forties?"
Wang Wei raised his eyebrows and found it difficult to deal with. What was the purpose of this gentleman's remarks?
"Forty years old!"
Wu Hao smiled, like a general who had won a battle and came to the world of books. If the rules were the same as the interface he was in before, and whether his divination skills could work, Wang Wei became a test subject. Experiments proved that he succeeded.
The divination skills of Wentian in this place are the same as those of Zhongtian. In Wentian Sect, Master Bao can only be the second generation, and Liu Ji is the third generation. This illustrious sect has some skills in suppressing the bottom of the sect. , no wonder the ancestors of my sect are so at home in every interface.
Wu Hao smiled and said, "How about a bet?"
"What are you gambling?"
"I bet you will have a connection with Yue Lao this year, and you will have a fate that is hard to break up with!"
Wang Wei laughed to himself: "The alien race has not been exterminated, and the crisis has not been resolved, let's not talk about family!"
"Fate doesn't necessarily mean starting a family, hehe, I just say there is a relationship."
Lan Xia patted Wu Hao and said, "How could you do this?"
Wu Hao grabbed Lan Xia's hand and squeezed it twice before letting go. Wang Wei knew not to look at anything inappropriate and turned his head directly. However, after hearing Mr. Wu's words about fate, he suddenly felt envious of Mr. Wu's true temperament.
"Sir, your true temperament makes me envious. I want to be able to figure it out, but I can't. I talked a lot of truths, but I couldn't win my heart, and I couldn't win that relationship. For the rest of my life..."
"The rest of your life is very long, don't jump to conclusions lightly. Destiny depends mainly on fate. You don't know where it starts, where you live, where you go, and where you end. Only by keeping thoughts in mind can you have hope."
Wang Wei smiled bitterly and drank the wine that was already warm in his hand. He did not argue with Wu Hao, and the scene calmed down for a while.
The sky is already dark, people are not drunk, their hearts are unsettled, and they are wandering everywhere. Two people who have just met can have such a deep conversation. There is no basis for a deep friendship, and they are all polite back and forth.
Seeing that the atmosphere was gone, he stopped drinking. Xue Li was already asleep, and Wang Wei wanted to take care of his old friend, so he also stayed at Wu Hao's house that night.
Wu Hao felt something, but it was not real enough, so he went back to his room to whisper to Lan Xia.
For him, contentment is also a kind of happiness. How can a person who has died several times still not be able to see through a game?
The next day.
Wu Hao heard someone reading poetry loudly in the courtyard, with melody and full of emotion. The aura in the courtyard had changed. Although it was very slight, it was easy for him, who owned "Swallowing the Sky", to sense it.
This change, if there were cold and dark corners in the yard before, then after Wang Wei and Xue Li recited poems and books, the whole yard became brighter, and even the plants and poultry were full of vitality. The breath is pure and peaceful, containing hope.
There were fluctuations between the heaven and the earth that echoed the two people's recitation of poems. Each word and every word had energy that fed back into their bodies, enhancing their physical fitness and cultivation.
This was the first time Wu Hao had seen this situation. He leaned against the door and looked at it with interest.
The early morning, the smoke from the kitchen, the crowing of cocks, the red sun, the lingering dew, and the sound of reading are combined into a vivid painting.
"The Xia Ming Sword is bowed and illuminates the frost, and the autumn wind moves the horse out of Jinyang."
Wu Hao nodded repeatedly, Mr. Wang's literary skills are not low. Lan Xia poked his head out from behind Wu Hao and asked puzzledly: "Ms. sir, you are also a scholar. Why haven't I heard you recite poetry? Is it possible?" In fact, you also became a scholar by chance?"
Wu Hao laughed dumbly, gently pinched Lan Xia's neck with his arm, and threatened with a vicious expression: "You know too much, I will punish you to fetch water for my husband to wash up."
Lan Xia rolled her eyes at Wu Hao, and then thought about it. She had never heard Wu Hao recite a poem after being married for so long. She was suddenly stunned, and messy thoughts came out all of a sudden. Her smart eyes could not hide her thoughts, and her disdainful eyes appeared from time to time. He glanced at Wu Hao.
Wu Hao patted his forehead, stroked his forehead and smiled bitterly. He could only explain to Lan Xia: "My husband's poems are full of ghosts and ghosts, and his writings are turbulent. Can such a powerful ability be used casually?"
The voice was not quiet, Lan Xia didn't believe it, and it also alarmed two scholars who were reciting poems.
Wang Wei and Xue Li had almost finished reciting the morning lesson, and came together to thank Wu Hao for the hospitality and prepare to say goodbye.
Wu Hao politely asked to stay, but failed to keep anyone, so he left two tokens representing their identities.
Wang Wei left, Xue Li also left. Lan Xia looked at Wu Hao with a teasing smile since the morning. Sometimes he couldn't control it and even laughed out loud. Wu Hao couldn't laugh or cry. If it continues like this, it will not be conducive to maintenance. My heroic image.
He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and moved slowly into the yard. The early autumn sun was shining warmly on the ground, and the temperature was suitable. The light and shadow left highlights on his raised face, like the morning sun. He took a deep breath, and slowly Slowly exhaling, as the breath was exhausted, this picture, this scene, he suddenly thought of a poem.