After Zhang Mingxuan and Wen Zhong communicated, they continued to lie down again, drank a cup of tea, and realized a life, how delicate the world is, and the Tao is natural, only in this way can we better improve the realm. Whether you believe it or not, Zhang Mingxuan himself believes it, believe it or not, I am already a golden immortal.

After a while, Zhang Mingxuan fell into deep meditation, and the faint rhyme flowed on the tip of his nose, and the sound of the Great Dao sounded in a low voice.

Jingle bell~ A ringtone interrupted Zhang Mingxuan's meditation, Zhang Mingxuan opened his eyes, yawned in a daze, took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, only to see that the TT number was flashing and beating.

Zhang Mingxuan muttered: "Who!"

clicked on the TT number, and saw Yan Hui from the Confucius Institute sending a message, which was still a small video.

Zhang Mingxuan's eyes lit up, and he quickly sat up, could this be a small video of Yan Hui visiting the Qinglou?

With a movement of his finger, he clicked on it instantly, and the video screen was in a classroom, where a group of children in Confucian shirts were shaking their heads and reading aloud: "Zeng Zi said: I am a day and three times and my body: I am not loyal to others, I make friends but I don't believe in it, and I am not used to it?" The picture stopped abruptly here, and it was read aloud with this sentence.

Zhang Mingxuan was puzzled: "What do you mean? Teach me to read? Or do you want to ask me for student sponsorship?"

Zhang Mingxuan, who didn't understand the situation, threw away his mobile phone and continued to sleep on the recliner.

The next day, Zhang Mingxuan held Yaya to inspect the Fang City, since the last time there was the ghost mother's case, Zhang Mingxuan has more heart about the affairs of the Fang City, he doesn't want the Fang City to become a sanctuary for evil, although it may not be useful to inspect it every day, it can also be more stable.

Zhang Mingxuan watched as he walked, and muttered in his heart: "It looks like we need to form a chengguan brigade, otherwise it's not a matter to patrol by yourself all the time!"

The mobile phone jingle rang again, Yaya's eyes lit up, and she stretched out her claws towards Zhang Mingxuan, shouting: "Medicine~Medicine~"

Zhang Mingxuan took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and Yan sent back a small video, and clicked on the small video.

A young man stood by the lake and read aloud affectionately: "I am a day and three times, I am not faithful, I am not faithful to others, I am not trustworthy when I make friends, and I am not accustomed to it."

Zhang Mingxuan muttered: "It's this again, what do you mean!"

Yaya stretched out her hands to the mobile phone and shouted: "Medicine~Medicine~"

Zhang Mingxuan said helplessly: "Okay~ I'll go back to you later." ”

The whole person took off into the air, and flew back to the hanging island under the eyes of many demons and monsters.

On the third day, Zhang Mingxuan had just gotten up from bed when another mobile phone rang.

Zhang Mingxuan picked up his mobile phone, glanced at it and said helplessly: "Come again!"

Click on the video, this time it is a few women in Confucian shirts, reading on the top of the mountain facing the rising sun: "My day and three provinces and my body: seek for others but not be loyal? Make friends but not believe in it?" The voice is crisp and beautiful, as pleasant as singing.

Zhang Mingxuan couldn't bear it this time, it's okay to send me this kind of small video every day, contact Yan Hui immediately, and apply for the video.

The mobile phone rang twice, and Yan Hui's old face immediately appeared on the opposite side.

Zhang Mingxuan said helplessly: "Old Yan, aren't you sick!"

Yan Hui shook his head and smiled: "I'm fine!"

Zhang Mingxuan rolled his eyes and said, "Very good, what do you mean by always sending me these inexplicable things?"

Yan sighed back and said, "I thought you could understand." ”

Zhang Mingxuan was puzzled: "What do you understand?"

Yan Hui reminded: "The New Year's Eve party two years ago. ”

Zhang Mingxuan said confusedly: "What?"

Yan Hui said helplessly: "You promised the old man that you would write a book for Confucianism." During this time, you have been running a new column for the early dynasty, making a movie and talking about Journey to the West, writing a new book to break the sky, and even holding two game competitions. But when will you give me the new Confucian book you promised the old man? The beard that the old man had been waiting for was white. ”

Zhang Mingxuan's eyes suddenly moved left and right, and when he heard Yan Huiyi, it seemed that there was really such a thing, and he seemed to probably be a little unauthentic in doing things, and he boiled an old man's beard white.

Yan Hui looked at Zhang Mingxuan and said, "Little friend, you won't forget what you promised the old man, right?"

Zhang Mingxuan immediately smiled dryly: "No, how can I forget, Mr. matter, I always keep it in mind." ”

Yan Hui skeptically "oh!"

Zhang Mingxuan defended and said: "What I said is true, I have already thought of the book, it is called "Confucianism and Taoism", and the plot has been conceived, because this book is more peculiar, so it took a long time to conceive. ”

"Confucianism and Taoism are holy?" Yan Hui smiled: "Good name!" It looks like I wronged Xiaoyou. ”

Zhang Mingxuan's face was not red or breathless, and he said righteously: "Of course you wronged me, am I the kind of person who has no faith in my words?" and said with emotion: "But it's okay, I'm used to being wronged, and people who are too talented are always not understood." ”

On the contrary, Yan Hui felt a little embarrassed, and bowed seriously and said: "Confucianism inherits the kindness of the son, but if you ask for something, you dare not obey your fate." ”

Zhang Mingxuan said with a smile: "It's serious, it's serious, this is what I should do." ”

Yan Hui smiled slightly, and didn't say much, now the book has not been written, and if you say too much, it will seem false, and when it is written, if it really helps Confucianism, he will definitely be given the reward he deserves.

Yan Hui asked curiously, "I wonder when Xiaoyou will upload it?"

Zhang Mingxuan's eyes rolled, and he said tentatively: "How do you think about uploading it for the Chinese New Year this year?"

Yan Hui said with a dumb smile: "Little friend, it will be three years until the Chinese New Year this year. ”

Zhang Mingxuan said embarrassedly: "If you wait until autumn, the sky is high and cool, and it is a good day for uploading." ”

Yan Hui said: "That's too long. ”

Zhang Mingxuan said angrily: "Then when do you say it?"

Yan Hui smiled: "Tomorrow." ”

Zhang Mingxuan immediately jumped to his feet and shouted: "Tomorrow, what are you kidding? Why don't you say now? I have to work hard to write it by hand! I still have to revise, save the draft, upload it, and review it, and this series will take at least three days. ”

Yan Hui's smile did not change, and said, "Three days, okay, I agreed." ”

Zhang Mingxuan was stunned on the spot, didn't he say that it was going to be autumn? How did it become three days? Who said three days? Who am I? What happened? Where am I?

Yan Hui was in a good mood, and said with a smile: "I'll leave the matter of the book to Daoyou, and the old man is looking forward to it." The screen went black in an instant.

Zhang Mingxuan sat on the edge of the bed stupidly and said to himself: "I must still be dreaming, I should continue to sleep now." ”

Turned around and lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt and covered his head, and launched a mournful scream, the days of salted fish were coming to an end, and I felt so uncomfortable.

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