Mr. Donghua stepped forward and pointed to the villa and said, "The wealthy manor is left with only a piece of green smoke. Cheng Xuanhu is now buried in the sea of ​​fire. Whether you love or hate, it has left with the wind. Boy, what are you left at this moment? Do you understand who you are?..."

"Damn? It turns out that I'm playing this trick, and I'm still a trick. Are there any new tricks?" Mei Zhenyi said in his heart. He was very familiar with the scene in front of him. It is true that the scene in the legendary "Zhongli tried Lu Dongbin ten times". It is said that after Han Zhongli used the technique of turning stones into gold to test Lu Dongbin, he took him to the door of his home, allowing him to see that his home was destroyed and his relatives were all dead. Lu Dongbin realized the impermanence of the world, saw through life and death with one thought, and calmly buried his family.

Later, Lu Dongbin realized that this was just an illusion that Han Zhongli tested him, and this level was considered to have passed. Mei Xi was very disgusted when she heard this legend when she was a child. She once said to the great master: "Was that Han Zhongli taking the test for life and death or cold-blooded test? That would be considered to have passed the test? The whole family was killed and still indifferent. Is this fun?...If I were Lu Dongbin, I would give Han Zhongli a whip on the spot."

A joke before traveling through time became a real scene, but at this moment, Mei Zhenyi was not watching the show, but personally became the protagonist of the show. What should I do? Do it like the legendary Lu Dongbin? Don't even think about it, Mei Zhenyi is Mei Zhenyi! At this moment, he seemed to have regained a little self.

Mr. Donghua stood in front and talked, and suddenly heard a sharp sound of wind behind his head. It turned out that Mei Zhenyi raised his hand violently, and a golden translucent whip flew out of his sleeve. The tip of the whip turned in the air and slashed Mr. Donghua's head behind his ear. As soon as he made a move, he fainted whip in the monkey whip.

Mei Zhenyi followed Mei Yi to practice martial arts and swords. Of course, she did not forget the monkey-beating whip method she learned before the time travel. When his body was restored to being able to practice, she often practiced privately. He also asked Zhang Guo to make a special whip for himself, which was to imitate the monkey-beating whip she used before the time travel. Now this whip is made of the toughest old yellow beef tendon, and has been tempered by Zhang Guo's spell, and is also wrapped in a hundred-year-old black megane shredded inside.

As a result, such a whip is no longer an ordinary thing in the world, but Mei Zhenyi felt that it was not as good as the long whip I used before traveling through time. The monkey-beating whip was given to him by Mei Taigong. It is said to be a thing passed down from generation to generation by the Mei family's ancestors. It is not only very easy to use, but also has a unique material without any harm. Although the whip specially made by Zhang Guo was good, it was not as good as the original one. However, there was no problem using it to use the monkey-beating whip.

The fainting whip is said to be able to defeat people, ghosts and gods in the world. If it really hits, will a master like Mr. Donghua faint on the ground? Mei Zhenyi did not get the answer because he failed. Originally, he could hit the trick even with his eyes closed. The monkey whip was thin, long and soft, and with internal strength, he could chase the direction to hit, not afraid of the other party dodging. No matter how fast the person is, he would not be faster than the whip tip. But at the moment when he was about to hit, Mr. Donghua's figure seemed to move in an instant, and the whip tip made a bursting crisp sound in the air, taking the time!

The whip did not suck people, but it was not completely ineffective. As the tip of the whip sounded, Mr. Donghua's body moved, the illusion in front of him seemed to be wiped out. As the light and shadow turned, there was still a good Jingwu Villa opposite the avenue, and there were servants working in front of the door.

"Why did you attack me by surprise? You are too brave!" Mr. Donghua turned around and shouted with anger.

Mei Zhenyi pointed at the Taoist in front of her: "Can I be polite to you if you set fire to my house? No matter who does such a thing, I will do it! If you can't hit you with a whip, just use a brick!" As she said that, she picked up half a brick from the ground and stared at Mr. Donghua.

Seeing that the child was actually swinging a brick in front of him, Mr. Donghua said angry and amused: "It's just a illusion that tests you. Since you have seen it through, why bother to commit murder on me? Aren't you afraid that I will be angry?"

Mei Zhenyi retorted: "Since you haven't been hit, then treat the whip and brick as illusion. What's so angry about? Is it fun to burn someone else's house in an illusion? Please, I didn't ask you to test me!"

Mr. Donghua was angry, at least he looked very angry, his shoulders were shaking and his beard was trembling. He pointed at Mei Zhenyi and said, "Okay, okay, you are cruel, you don't know the good people's hearts! I'll leave, I'll ignore you!" As he said that, he turned around and left.

Mei Zhenyi shouted behind him, "Senior, you are leaving like this, aren't you sending me back?"

Mr. Donghua said without looking back: "Go back by yourself!"

Mei Zhenyi: "You are too careless, you're more than 120 miles!" Today Mr. Donghua provided a one-way air ticket, just taking Mei Zhenyi to come here, but she didn't care about sending him back.

Mr. Donghua replied again: "Who told you to run so far? Isn't your house across the road? It's up to you if you can't enter!... Boy, wait, I won't let you go!" The last sentence was a bit fierce, and after speaking, my figure was gone.

Is Zhongli Quan really angry? Of course not. He is not a person like Ming Chongyan or Lu Chunyang. He has a real immortal cultivation level, so how can he care about a teenage child? He tried Mei Zhenyi twice. Generally speaking, the best and worst results can be imagined in advance, but the facts are far beyond his expectations. Every time before he could finish his play, Mei Zhenyi had already broken his trick. This child's talent is really rare!

He said something that sounded vicious, but when he turned around and left, he smiled. He was telling the truth, and he really didn't want to let Mei Zhenyi go. No matter what, he had to take this disciple to his disciple. It would be a pity to miss it. The Taoist he learned was the Golden Elixir Dao. The formal teachings should be done after his disciple was 16 years old. Mei Zhenyi was thirteen years old this year. He had to wait for three years. Then wait. Anyway, Mei Zhenyi was worshipped under Sun Simiao's disciple, and her foundation was also excellent, and her path of cultivation would not go astray. At this time, Zhong Liquan had already made up his mind.

In fact, Mei Zhenyi knew that a true master would not care about him, and he couldn't care about such things, but he didn't know that Zhong Liquan fell in love with him as a "disciple". Seeing Mr. Donghua awkwardly turned around and left, leaving a word to find a place, he became childish and shouted with one hand on his hips, "Then let's go and see, I'm not scared!"

I wonder if Mr. Donghua heard this loud cry, but it alarmed Jingwu Villa. They were standing opposite the villa and talking, but the people on the other side of the villa could neither see them nor hear them. As soon as Mr. Donghua left, Mei Zhenyi's figure appeared, and he happened to let out this loud cry.

The servant at the entrance of the villa heard the sound and found that it was the young master. He hurried over and said, "Young Master, why have you returned to the villa? Why are there no one else with you?"

When Mei Zhenyi saw that the servant had discovered it, she immediately ordered: "Zhao Qiming, go to the villa to lead me a fast horse. I still have to hurry up and I won't go in." The servant was Zhao Qiming, who had lost his child and found him again. Zhao Qiming didn't dare to ask more questions and immediately went back to the villa to lead a fast horse for the young master. Mei Zhenyi turned over and whipped the horse.

It was a coincidence that Mr. Cheng Xuanhu, who was sent by Chang'an, was in the front yard that day, and also heard a loud shout outside the door, and then saw Zhao Qiming entering the door to lead a horse. He quickly called the servant to see what was going on. The servant replied: "The young master just took half a brick and shouted in front of the door, 'Let's go and see, I'm not scared!' Then he didn't even enter the door and rode away."

Cheng Xuanhu felt a thrill in his heart when he heard this, and stood there and took a breath of air conditioning. What is Mr. Mei going to do? It was obviously coming for him, and he ran to the villa gate to intimidate and demonstrate! He was born in a family of princes and princes, so how could he have such vulgar and rude behavior? He must have been taught by his servants around him. It seems that it makes sense that the Marquis's wife sent him to train this young master. He really should discipline him well.

Cheng Xuanhu is also a well-educated man, but he is not a bad person. He came to Wuzhou to be entrusted by someone to do his job and is very attentive to do things. But the little marquis hid on the mountain and couldn't come down like this, and it was not a solution. After all, he came to be a teacher. In order to give the young master face in the past few months, he has not been able to force him up the mountain. Now the situation is different. The young master dares to demonstrate in front of the door. It seems that he is negligent in discipline. If this continues, he will not be able to explain to the Chang'an Marquis Mansion. He made up his mind and decided to go to Qi Yunguan the next day to meet the eldest young master of the Mei family who had not met yet.

Not to mention what Cheng Xuanhu is planning for the time being, it was dark when Mei Zhenyi rushed back to Qiyun Temple that day. She didn't bother to explain to her servants, so she immediately went to Sun Simiao and reported to her master in detail about her experience of meeting Mr. Donghua today.

"Mr. Donghua turns stones into gold, which is actually a worldly realm of money and wealth. You are not deceived by his supernatural powers. It is not because your current cultivation level is able to break the delusion and not be confused, but because you have noticed it, so you didn't go in at all! ... And the temptation in front of Jingwu Villa is similar." This is Sun Simiao's explanation.

"Master, is this a good thing or a bad thing?" Mei Zhenyi asked afterwards.

Sun Simiao: "A good thing is of course a good thing. This means that your temperament and understanding are excellent, even beyond his expectations. However, it is not entirely beneficial. This level of practice will be passed sooner or later. If you cannot enter, you cannot leave, and you will not see a new world. You are so smart, you are so smart!"

Mei Zhenyi: "Is there anything wrong with this? Please give me some advice."

Sun Simiao shook his head: "It's nothing wrong, but you need to be cautious in training and not biased in the foundation. It's always difficult to carve great things in the world, and there's no need to worry or work too much when burning ordinary tiles. Mr. Donghua probably has a crush on your qualifications." He made an analogy. The more precious the materials are, the more careful they need to be processed into objects. There are not so many things that ordinary things are given.

"Master, what do you mean? What does Mr. Donghua like about me? I didn't like him. I think he is far inferior to you, Master."

Sun Simiao smiled: "You seem to have prejudice against that master?"

Mei Zhenyi thought for a while and said, "Yes, I know what he is going to do, and I know very well that he has no malice, but he just feels uncomfortable. Think about it, if someone else is torn by his way of playing, wouldn't he be crazy?"

Sun Simiao reached out and touched the back of Mei Zhenyi's head: "Teng'er, are you crazy? No! The person he tempted was you, so there is no need to assume that. Mr. Donghua's surname is Zhongli and his name is Quan. I have heard of it in my early years. According to legend, he has ascended to become an immortal, but he did not expect to appear in the world. If you have a connection with him, it would not be a bad thing."

Mei Zhenyi: "What do you always mean? You don't want me to take him as your teacher, right? I haven't even learned a little bit of it, so there is no need to think too much now."

Sun Simiao smiled again: "As far as I know, Mr. Donghua practiced the Golden Elixir Dao. Your age is not yet, so don't worry about those things. Just lay the foundation in front of you. If you really have the method of fate, then follow the trend and keep the way you understand. Don't be surprised. Today's eyes are strange, and you will never know the real interest in it in the future."

Mei Zhenyi nodded and said, "I am most willing to listen to Master's explanation. Your old words always make me feel very rewarding."

Sun Simiao: "Don't just flatter me. There is one thing in front of you that is serious. Chang'an Marquis Mansion has sent you a Mr. Cheng Xuanhu. You can't always leave it alone. I know you are a little dissatisfied, but he came on the order of Chang'an Marquis Mansion. After all, you are born as a son, so it seems so disrespectful and unfilial."

Mei Zhenyi: "What the master said is that I plan to go to the villa to pay homage to Mr. Cheng in a few days, and finally let him have an explanation. After so long, his sharpness when he first arrived in Wuzhou was almost gone, and he would not cause too many other troubles when he met."

Sun Simiao shook his head helplessly and said, "Why are you talking about the method of starting a military strategy again?"

Mei Zhenyi planned to go to see Cheng Xuanhu in a few days, but she didn't expect that Cheng Xuanhu would take the initiative to come to the door the next day. Mr. Cheng also felt angry and wanted to come to ask for guilt. Even if he couldn't do anything to the young master, he didn't plan to let go of the servants who taught the young master to "learn badly". It was a very unfortunate day. Master Xingyun also happened to come. When Cheng Xuanhu arrived at Qiyunguan, Mei Zhenyi was accompanying two little maids to learn his homework in the study.

Cheng Xuanhu arrived at Qiyunguan and walked straight to the east courtyard. Although he did not know Mei Zhenyi, the servants of the Mei family knew him. Mei Zhenyi heard the report in the study and hurriedly met Mr. Cheng outside the study door. He saw that this person was less than forty years old, wearing a Zhuge scarf, seven feet long and very upright, and had a slightly thin body, which was a typical scholar.

Seeing Zhang Guo accompanying him, Mei Zhenyi had already guessed the other person's identity, and stood there with a smile and bowed and said, "Is it Mr. Cheng? The eldest son of Mei Mansion Zhenyi, who is here, comes from Chang'an. I have been recuperating in the mountains because of my physical discomfort. Please forgive me if I have any rudeness. Teng'er apologizes here!"

He called himself the nickname "Teng'er" and politely gave a tribute, which made Cheng Xuanhu not have a good attack for a while. As the saying goes, he doesn't hit a smile on his face, let alone the apologizing master. The eldest young master in front of him is just a teenager with beautiful eyebrows and handsome eyes, especially his smile is very friendly and very likable. In any case, he cannot be associated with the image of a wild boy who was clamoring in front of the villa gate yesterday. Why is the difference so big this night?

In this situation, Cheng Xuanhu was not easy to scold anything, so he could only return and said: "Young Master, don't be polite. Since I came to Wuzhou to take care of the young master's studies by the Marquis' Mansion, but I haven't met for so long. I have to let you down. Please don't mind. Let's not talk in front of the door, go to the study room to talk. I have something to ask you."

As soon as he entered the study, Cheng Xuanhu was shocked again. He saw that there were not only two maids serving him, but also a beautiful nun who was not very old. For a moment, he couldn't figure out which one Mei Zhenyi sang? Zhang Guo quickly introduced him: "Mr. Cheng, this is Master Xingyun, the abbot of Cuiting Temple. He is a master of talent. The young master invited him to the mansion to teach his writing.... Master, this is Mr. Cheng Xuanhu from Chang'an. He is not only well-read in poetry and books, but also proficient in money and accounts. He is a talented person."

Master Xingyun came in before he could avoid Cheng Xuanhu, and had to come forward to greet each other. When Cheng Xuanhu heard that she was Mei Zhenyi's private consultation, she saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, which should be in class. She was a little unhappy. After sitting down, she said to Zhang Guo with a slightly calm face: "Butler Zhang, I am here to teach the young master's coursework by the Marquis' Mansion. Even if I am not talented and incompetent, it will not delay the young master's appointment with another famous teacher. You should tell me about this."

There is a reason why Cheng Xuanhu was unhappy. The young master left him unhappy for so long and did not come to become a disciple, but invited a nun to grab business and sing a stage show. Today he met in the study. Isn’t this a warning to him? He couldn’t get angry at others and asked Zhang Guo in person.

Mei Zhenyi explained: "Mr. I don't know anything. Since last year, I have invited Master Xingyun to teach my studies. At that time, Mr. Cheng had not arrived yet, so he naturally had no way to tell me. During this period, Mr. He was busy with his affairs and had been checking the accounts in Wuzhou. Zhang Guo must have forgotten it, so he did not mention it."

Since Mei Zhenyi was talking to him, Cheng Xuanhu came to him: "The young master was appointed as his master Sun Simiao as his teacher, so Chen naturally did not dare to say much, but why should he invite a monk to learn about the work of writing? Do you need to start from the Buddhist scriptures when you read the text and make words?"

There was a thorn in his words. Master Xingyun didn't want to talk too much, but at this time he couldn't help but speak: "The poor nun does not know the family affairs of the Mei family, but was asked by Mr. Mei to come here to teach a few articles. Although I am a monk, how can monks and nuns in the world only understand Buddhism and do not know poetry, classics and history? It would be arbitrary for the teacher to speak like this before he took the exam for his junior's studies?"

Master Xingyun has many benefits from Mei Zhenyi, and he has a very good impression of this young master. He usually gets along well with two maids. Of course, he also heard about Cheng Xuanhu's arrival in Wuzhou. Today, when Cheng Xuanhu arrived, he found fault, and actually pointed the finger at him, so he questioned him.

Seeing that Master Xingyun's tone was not good, Cheng Xuanhu turned to her and said, "Mr. Master, don't be bothered. I was entrusted by the Mei family to take care of the young master. If he is not strict in teaching, it is my responsibility if he neglects the discipline. The Mei family will not question a monk like Master, but will only blame me for not doing my duty. I just heard what Master said, and I was full of knowledge, but I blame the elders of the Mei family for being too troubled?"

Master Xingyun: "How dare I blame the elders of the Mei family? I believe Mr. Cheng is also a well-educated person, and his talent is far above the Pond Ni. However, Mr. Mei is talented and intelligent, and there is no problem with the Pond Ni's teaching. Does anyone want to say that Pond Ni's misleads his children?"

As soon as he entered the house, Master Xingyun and Cheng Xuanhu were tied up. People with knowledge were different. Even the quarrels were full of literary style. Mei Zhenyi was secretly happy in her heart, but on the surface she had to be a peacemaker. She stood up and walked between the two and said, "Don't fight for you, you don't have to fight. If you have any unhappiness, it's Teng'er's fault. Master Cheng is my enlightenment master. Mr. Cheng came from Chang'an to give guidance to my elders. I should be respectful."

He turned around and bowed, seeing that neither of them made a sound, he smiled and pointed out the window and said, "I have always admired Master's talent. I heard that Mr. Cheng's talent is also quite good, but I haven't asked for advice yet. Today, I saw the wind blowing the Hokkien flowers outside the window, and it's a bit cool in summer. Why not do this? I asked the two teachers to write a poem with this style, so that I, the junior student, will open my eyes. Master Cheng, I'm welcome!"

He couldn't tell whether to persuade him to fight or to pick a gutter. In short, a question was asked to test Cheng Xuanhu and Master Xingyun at the same time. Since Cheng Xuanhu was commissioned by the Chang'an Marquis Mansion to be Mei Zhenyi's academic teacher, he had to show his skills. If his talent was not as good as Master Xingyun, then don't complain about making things boring.

When traveling to the Tang Dynasty, you can get used to other things slowly, but what Mei Zhenyi is most unacceptable to is poetry. This era is very popular, and people with a little bit of identity like to write two poems no matter what they do, just like people who have to recite a few leader quotes first during the * period. Mei Zhenyi was a college student in the 21st century. Even if she studied well, many habits had already been developed. It was a headache to recite poems casually when she met someone in the Tang Dynasty. However, at this time, she only learned two people and wrote poems on the spot. It was recognized as the most authoritative way of this era.

Master Xingyun glared at Mei Zhenyi quietly. The young master was not very smart and had a lot of ideas. Of course, she understood Mei Zhenyi's intention. Without saying a word, she stood up and walked to the desk to hold a pen to write a poem-

Blow down the peach blossoms and the waterfalls, and let the world go to the ends of the world.

It can drive the air conditioner and take advantage of the season, and also fan the sun and call the beauty of things.

The sails were urged to move in secret on the river, and the wine flag was slanted on the street.

Where is the cool and cool thing coming? Only the glass is not the gauze.

After finishing writing, the master put down his pen and said, "Mr. Cheng, please!"

It was Cheng Xuanhu that he had come on stage. If he retreated at this time, even if he fell today, he would not be able to put on the teacher's airs in front of Mei Zhenyi in the future. He would have to make one song anyway. But Cheng Xuanhu was stunned, looking at the poem written by Master Xingyun, with full of doubts. Mei Zhenyi coughed aside: "Mr. Cheng, please give me advice."

Hearing the reminder, Cheng Xuanhu walked forward, but did not pick up the pen, but picked up the poem that Master Xingyun had just written, and pondered: "Master, you are a monk, why does this work that suits the scene mean to feel the autumn? I am very familiar with your font. What is the relationship between Master and Old Chu Henan Gong?"

What do you want to read a poem? If you are not proficient in poetry and prose, you will be able to see the level and tone of the words and sentences, and you cannot read the poetic meaning. The poem by Shi Tai Hsing Yun is on the surface, which is about the wind blowing the flowers of the water, but behind the words, there is a vague sense of sighing about the changes in the family and the bumpy life experience. Cheng Xuanhu read it. Not only that, he also recognized Shi Tai Hsing Yun's calligraphy, which is in line with Chu Suiliang, the Duke of Henan County of the Tang Dynasty.

Chu Suiliang was well-versed in literature and history and calligraphy. He was recommended by Wei Zheng to Emperor Taizong of Tang and was highly appreciated. He participated in the establishment of Emperor Taizong of Tang, King Li Zhi, the ninth son of Emperor Taizong of Tang. After Li Zhi ascended the throne, he and Changsun Wuji were both ministers and appointed as prime minister. Later, because he tried his best to oppose the emperor's abolishment of the king and empress, he was exiled to Lingnan in the sixth year of Yonghui (655 AD). In the third year of Xianqing (658 AD), he died in Aizhou (now in Vietnam).

Modern people can learn calligraphy very easily, whether it is Yan style or Liu style, just buy copybooks from a bookstore and copy them. But the situation was different in that era. Chu Suiliang had just passed away and no copybook engravings were published and circulated. If someone wrote the beautiful Chu style casually, there is one of the greatest possible possibility. She learned calligraphy since she was a child and taught by Chu Suiliang, so Cheng Xuanhu had this question.

Master Xingyun sighed softly: "Mr. Chu Henan, it is his father. Before he became a monk, my name was Chu Yunxing."

This sentence surprised Zhang Guo and Mei Zhenyi. Unexpectedly, Master Xingyun had such a family background. Cheng Xuanhu's expression changed drastically when he heard this. He carefully put down the poem and walked to Master Xingyun and bowed respectfully: "It turned out to be Miss Yunxing. Cheng Xuanhu, a student of the Chu family, was polite. He just spoke wildly and offended. Please don't mind."

Master Xingyun turned sideways and said in surprise: "Why are you arrogant at first and respectful at the other end? I am already from the Hunting Sect. I don't need to mention the four words "Miss Yunxing". You call yourself a disciple of the Chu family, do you know your father?"

What's going on? Cheng Xuanhu's father was Cheng Wushu. He was originally a resident of the court and had a close relationship with Chu Suiliang. When Cheng Xuanhu was studying at a young age, he did become a disciple of Chu Suiliang. Later, Chu Suiliang offended Empress Wu and was exiled. The Cheng family was also implicated and fell into the family. Now Cheng Xuanhu is almost forty years old, and has only become an eighth-rank prosecutor, relying on the Pei Mansion as an aide.

Cheng Xuanhu introduced his origin. When he recalled the past, he couldn't stop sighing and sighing. Zhang Guo comforted him, "The master is practicing in the empty sect now, so there is no need to mention the past. Since it is an old friend who meets, you should be happy. Today, Master Tai came to meet Mr. Cheng, and he has the will of heaven." As he said that, he winked at Mei Zhenyi.

Things changed dramatically. Cheng Xuanhu, who came to find fault, was arrogant at first and respectful at the time, bowed to Master Xingyun and called himself a disciple of the Chu family. Master Xingyun was Chu Yunxing, the daughter of Chu Suiliang. For this relationship, if you make good use of it, you might be able to take the opportunity to deal with Cheng Xuanhu.

Of course, Mei Zhenyi's mind was quickly turned around. She immediately stood up and saluted Master Xingyun first, then saluted Cheng Xuanhu, and said respectfully: "I admire Master Xu for a long time. Today I know that you are the descendant of a famous family. Mr. Cheng also came from a master's school and came to give advice from Teng'er thousands of miles away. I don't know how to cherish the missed months. I hope Mr. forgives his crimes... Come on, please sit down and chat while drinking tea."

With this episode, the atmosphere in the study was much more relaxed. Master Xingyun sat down and asked, "Mr. Cheng, I looked unhappy when I saw you entering the door. Apart from Mr. Mei personally hiring a teacher, is there anything else that makes you unhappy?"

A sentence reminded Cheng Xuanhu. He had not forgotten his purpose, so he bowed and replied: "I was entrusted by the Chang'an Marquis Mansion to come to Wuzhou. I am the one who is in charge of the matter. Since I have counted the accounts of Jingwu Villa, I should do my duty. Recently, Mr. Mei wanted to build a temple in Jingting Mountain, and wanted to establish a stone pagoda for Sun Xianren. Chen refused, but he was really paying a huge amount, so he had to report to the Chang'an Marquis Mansion to make a decision... But recently I heard that the temple and the stone pagoda had started construction, and Jingwu Villa did not spend money, so I had to come to ask."

Mei Zhenyi asked in surprise: "It is not convenient for me to get money immediately. Can I find a way to raise money by myself?"
Chapter completed!