Reborn Primitive Age

Chapter 1473 Wenxin Carving Dragon
Mi Gu smelled the fragrance from Yanshu's body, and for some reason, the addition, subtraction, multiplication, division and writing that he had learned in the past flew in his mind, deepening his memory.Can't help but happily say to Gongliang: "Papa, I've become smarter."

"Our family, Gu Gu, is the smartest, the smartest and cutest child in the universe." Gong Liang said exaggeratedly.

"Uh-huh"

Migu nodded in agreement.

Gong Liang rolled his eyes straight, and said in his heart: When you are not smart, you are so smart that you can't do multiplication and division at a deeper level, and you get a headache just reading the words.Of course, he only dared to think about these words after blocking the little guy's telepathy, and didn't dare to say them, lest she would be unhappy.

Yuan Gungun smelled the fragrance and was still the same as before, not much smarter.

Xiao Xiangxiang seemed to know that the fragrance was good for her, so she stood on the round head and absorbed the fragrance desperately.

This fragrance, to be precise, should be the fragrance of books, the air of wisdom.After Gong Liang heard about it, what he had learned in the past flipped through his mind like pages of a book.Every time I turn a page, the memory will deepen, and things that I have long forgotten come to my mind one after another.

The scholarly fragrance on Yan Shu didn't last long, and soon disappeared without a trace.

But even so, it has benefited everyone a lot.

Especially Gongliang, who dug out things that he had forgotten before, and obtained countless knowledge out of thin air.

"Shangxie, I want to know each other with you, and my longevity will never end. There are no hills in the mountains, and the rivers are exhausted. Thunder in winter, rain and snow in summer. When the heaven and the earth are united, I dare to say goodbye to you." Yanshu recited the poem softly, and sighed: "What a beautiful poem!" She couldn't help wondering why she hadn't heard such a good poem before, so she asked, "Sister, who wrote this poem?"

"You have to ask the young master." Jing Shu glanced at Gongliang.

"Could it be that the young master did it?" Yan Shu covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"I don't have that talent, I heard it from other places." Gong Liang waved his hand, not wanting to take the author of this poem with him.

Firstly, it’s not necessary; secondly, I don’t want to be free; thirdly, I’m afraid of trouble.What should I do if I want people to know that this poem was written by me and ask me to write it again?The poems I know are not many, and they are all famous ones, how can I waste them?Besides, I don't rely on this to make a living, so there is no need to impostor.

"Does the young master have any poems I heard from other places?" Yan Shu looked at Gong Liang's beautiful eyes, especially the word "elsewhere" when speaking.

Gong Liang was flustered by the sight, and quickly said, "No, no, that's the only song I've heard."

I didn't expect the charm of this poem to be so great. If I knew it, I would stop reading it, or change to a more ordinary one.But to be honest, he can remember all the famous works that have been handed down in the world, how can it be ordinary.

Seeing that he denied it, Yan Shu didn't continue to ask, just smiled, turned around and picked up the poem written by her sister to look at it, but she was crazy again.

Yuan Gungun looked at it for a long time, but didn't see anything famous, so he exclaimed: "What's so good about this poem, I think it's very common."

"Ordinary? Ordinary, you write a song." Gong Liang said angrily.

"Hmph, write as soon as you write, what a good look. Listen carefully, my poem is like this: 'Oh! I'm going to eat bamboo shoots, and I'm busy climbing mountains. There are endless bamboo shoots, and the bamboo forest is green. The stars are shining, the grass is covered with dew, and the soil is soft. Only then dare to return with a full stomach.'" Yuan Gungun finished reading his own poem shaking his head, and asked Gongliang, "How is it? I wrote it well, right?"

"Is this also called poetry?" Gong Liang looked at her with contempt.

"Why is this not a poem? The number of words is correct and it rhymes. It's you, can you write it?" Yuan Gungun said arrogantly.

"I can't write a poem like yours." Gong Liang didn't want to talk nonsense with her, and walked out with Mi Gu in his arms.

"You just can't write." Yuan Gungun yelled behind him, then turned to Yushu and asked, "You think my poems are amazing!"

"Uh, it should be amazing!" They are all good friends, and Yushu is not good at saying bad things, so she can only be ambiguous.Chubby proudly puffed out her chest, she will be a poet from now on.Jing Shu watched from the side and giggled.

Take a night off.

Gong Liang thought that since he came to the Brutal Confucian Star, he would like to taste the local delicacies, so he took Jing Shu and others to find a restaurant with good business.As soon as they walked in, the guy with sharp eyes greeted them immediately and took them upstairs to the private room.

The store clerk handed tea and poured water, and waited on them attentively. After they drank the tea, he said, "Excuse me, what would you like to eat?"

"Anything to recommend?" Gongliang asked.

"Seeing that this is the first time for a customer to come, why don't you come to our restaurant's signature dish, Wenxin Diaolong, and then a few side dishes and main dishes, it's almost enough to eat." The shop assistant introduced.

Gongliang looked at the prices on the menu, nodded and said, "That's it, but the dishes and staple food should be served in large portions. We eat too much, too little is not enough."

"Guests, don't worry, our dishes are definitely big enough. Take a seat, and the dishes will come right away." The shop assistant walked out of the private room, closed the door, and hurried to the back kitchen to place an order.

"My lord, this dish is too expensive! One dish costs a thousand heavenly crystals, which is enough for us to sell a lot of things." Yu Shu looked at the menu in her hand and said dissatisfied.

"Expensive, of course there is a reason why it is expensive. If a restaurant can gain a foothold here, it will not set high prices for no reason, or it will close down sooner or later. Wait a moment, try it carefully and see if the food is worth the price."

"Well," Yushu nodded vigorously.

"Papa, I will help to eat." Mi Gu said with blinking cute eyes.

Gong Liang tapped her nose lightly, "Got it, little glutton." Mi Gu giggled.

After a while, the side dishes and main dishes came up.The main course of Wenxin Diaolong is a little slower. After a while, two waiters came in carrying a large rectangular wooden box, lifted the lid, and put the contents on the table. It was the main course. Wen Xin Diao Long.

The main course of Wenxin Diaolong is a green dragon, standing on the clouds and mist, standing proudly in an oval plate about one meter long, shining blue light.

Gong Liang looked at Qinglong who was stepping on the clouds, and wondered, "Is this a dish?"

"It must be food, and we dare not serve it without food."

The store clerk obviously heard too many questions from the guests, and explained: "The guests don't know, this Wenxin Diaolong is a platter made by the fairy chef in our store with a hundred animals, a hundred birds, a hundred vegetables and a hundred medicines. Look at the dragon scales. Each piece is engraved with the most holy words of Confucianism, and eating can nourish the body: look at the dragon meat, each piece is poured with Wenhua, eating it can temper the bones; look at the dragon liver and brain dragon Heart, every point is refined with Wenqi, and eating can clarify the heart and calm the wisdom. These are all good things, guests, please taste them slowly, and call me if you have anything to do."

The store clerk exited the private room and closed the door smoothly so as not to be disturbed.

At this time, the clouds and mist on the Wenxin Diaolong dissipated, and the dragon scales engraved with holy words came into view one by one. Every word was extremely sacred, as if it was washing the soul.

But this is a dish after all, Gong Liang picked up a piece of dragon scale with his chopsticks, and said to Jing Shu and the others, "Eat it quickly, before it gets cold."

Without him saying anything, Migu picked up one piece with his chopsticks and threw it into his mouth, and then picked up the second piece.Yuan Gun Gun lost to the panda but not to the battle, and also followed suit.Gong Liang shook his head again and again, and slowly put the dragon scale into his mouth, before he chewed it, it turned into a clear light and permeated between the flesh and blood.

"The Master said: If you are not in your position, you will not seek to govern yourself."

Suddenly, a holy word resounded like a voiceless voice, washing away the dirt in the flesh and fur.

Gong Liang didn't expect Wen Xin Diao Long to have such benefits, so he quickly joined the ranks of snatching.

Seeing his impatient look, the three Jingshu sisters were curious, and they also picked up a piece of dragon scale and put it in their mouths.In an instant, his eyes lit up, and he joined the ranks of snatching Wen Xin Diao Long.Seeing it, Mi Gu saw that it was worth it, and quickly took out his fork for eating, holding the chopsticks in one hand and the fork in the other, desperately snatching it.

Yuan Gungun hastily followed suit.

Xiao Xiangxiang is so pitiful, she sits on the table holding a chopstick holder, but it is inconvenient to hold chopsticks with her paws.

But Wenxin Diaolong is beneficial to me, and I can't give up, so I made a decision at the moment, transformed into a human form, learned to be chubby, held a pair of chopsticks in one hand, and ate the meat from Wenxin Diaolong.

Gongliang and Jingshu are adults after all, and they can't imitate their appearance, but their movements are obviously much faster.

After a while, a large plate of Wenxin Diaolong was eaten up by them.

If you eat too fast, the previously undigested dragon scales will turn into holy words that echo in the flesh and blood; the traces of culture turned into keel bones will swirl between the roots;After eating too much, the holy words could not be suppressed, overflowed from the body, and echoed in the private room.The culture is overflowing and the culture is majestic.

Gong Liang didn't dare to be sloppy, he quickly used his exercises to refine the essence of Wen Xin Diao Long.

Sister Jingshu, Yuan Gungun, Xiao Xiangxiang, and Mi Gu followed suit, and there was silence for a while.

(End of this chapter)