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

The sharp axe blade suddenly stopped less than three inches away from the paper luan, and Gu Juan leaned closer with great interest, carefully observing the ink-colored lines.

Suddenly, in his slightly surprised eyes, the paper luan's wings flapped, flew to the same height as his lower abdomen in front of him, and said, "Seven days later, the Demon Lord will have a night banquet, invite fellow Taoists, and share bliss." ”

Although this paper can speak, 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, this thing doesn'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 lid of the pot swished halfway, and he was stunned to face the paper luan for a long time before he could hold back a sentence.

"What do you say?"

Paper Luan didn't react, and continued to speak in the same tone, "Seven days later, the Demon Lord will have a night banquet, invite fellow Taoists, and share bliss. ”

Gu Juan slapped again, and Xiang Wei immediately said, "I know." ”

Paper Luan seemed to have really received the signal, and said "At midnight on the seventh day, the spirit crane will pick it up", and flew out of the window with its wings spread.

Click!

A large hand reached over at a faster speed and grabbed it back.

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

He soon became addicted to it, and involuntarily began to copy it little by little, but the various measurement tools he made a few days ago were broken, and he had to do it again, so he couldn't help but feel a little irritable.

For most of the day, Gu Juan shrank in the house and didn't go out, staring at the paper luan with his eyes, and a large stack of white paper alone was used up, so he had to pack up his things, put on his coat and go out to buy it.

After walking a short distance, he suddenly found himself surrounded, and a group of people were sweating and staring at him, as if he 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 shouted, rushed over and grabbed his sleeves left and right, for fear that he would run away with oil on the soles of his feet.

Gu Juan thought for a moment, and finally remembered where these two had met, and his heart couldn't help but jump.

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

"Mr. Fu, as a storyteller, you also have to be reasonable, right, where is the reason to run away while talking and leave everyone who is fascinated by listening?"

Gu Juan wanted to say that what he said was a fart, and all of you were obsessed with it was due to Xiang Lei's confusion, and it had nothing to do with him, but when the words came to his mouth, he had to swallow them, and he could only let the scholar keep making noise around him.

Another scholar had already taken out two new pieces of paper from his arms at this time, and stuffed them into his hands without saying anything, "Mr. Fu, this is the tea money for you to moisten your throat, you take it first, and it will make us happy later."

He paused, and then said, "Xiaosheng still has a lot of reward, no, no, it is Xiaosheng who still has a great filial piety, sir, don't shirk." ”

Am I the kind of person who sees money?

Gu Juan thought silently in his heart, pinched the silver tickets in his hand, but easily stuffed them into his sleeve.

Forget it, for the sake of everyone's enthusiasm, it's not good to pour their face, anyway, he has studied the lines for so long, and he is already dizzy and his eyes are black, so it's good to change his mood again.

Not long after, it was still the same teahouse, and Gu Juan sat down on the stage in the center of the hall on the first floor again.

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

The whole teahouse was full, and there were even many more people, there was no place to sit, there was no way but to stand there, one person was carrying a bag of dried fruits in his hand, and his eyes were waiting for "Mr. Fu" to speak.

Finally, Gu Juan swallowed the last bite of the bun with satisfaction, picked up the bronze mirror, and slapped it heavily on the table.

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the poor youth"

And so he spoke the next morning.

When Gu Juan talked about the climax, he slapped the bronze mirror down for the last time, directly slapped the table to pieces, and then when everyone was still immersed and couldn't extricate themselves, he carried a package and slipped out of the back door quietly.

He didn't even dare to go back to the inn, but found a no-man's place to hide for a while, and when he came out again, Shi Shiran changed his identity and became a fortune teller who walked the rivers and lakes and made a straight decision.

The fortune teller went to the shop and bought a thick stack of blank paper, and had no intention of opening it on the street, but found a well-informed bag to inquire, spent a little money to find a house to live in, and began to draw day and night.

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

The degree of complexity is that he is like him in science and engineering thinking, and he is ahead of this world for I don't know how many years can be completed, if it is replaced by others, there may only be two small results.

Maybe the vast majority of people can't understand it at all, and they can't figure it out, and in the end they can't achieve anything.

However, it is not excluded that a very small number of geniuses are born with the talent of "cultivating immortals", and they can directly solve the problem from the source.

In this regard, the handwritten "Flame Palm" and "Qiankun Borrowing Method", and the old Jiang Tou, who has cultivated and cultivated the Nine Machines, and the Luo Imperial Concubine who can subdue the Moon Demon Sword, may have touched the edge of the second possibility.

Gu Juan never thought that he could beat the world, and in terms of cultivation talent, he might be worse than most people when he became a monk halfway.

He thinks that the only place where he can really get his hands on it is the scientific methodological way of thinking that he was tortured and trained back then, and the methods and steps derived from it to analyze and solve problems.

Seventh night.

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

He really wanted to know what the spirit crane in the mouth of the paper luan was, and he wanted to know what the so-called demon lord was.

Whether it's soft or hard, can it be pinched by him.

Time passed little by little, and when Gu Juan noticed that there was suddenly a different kind of white in the night, he knew that the Demon Lord's Spirit Crane had already come closer.

He slowly got up from the roof and looked at the white crane fluttering in the moonlight.

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Chapter 200: Invitation