Hope!

The two wooden swords were about to break up and made a sound of impact.

A moment of silence.

Tototo!

Three more rushes were rushing, and three sounds were connected into a series, as if they were made at the same time.

After these three sounds, only people were shaking in the house, and no sound was heard. After three minutes, a series of collisions as dense as pearls falling from the jade plate suddenly exploded.

Toto! Tototo! Tototototo...

Guo Dalu sat on the chair, looked at A Fei and A Qing who were fighting hard, with serious and focused faces.

Because when making A Qing and A Fei, their swordsmanship was different, according to the settings, A Qing's swordsmanship should be above A Fei.

However, seeing the two of them fighting each other, Ah Fei was only slightly inferior, and the gap between his own realm was not synchronized.

"Maybe it was because A Fei had used his hands several times and his body was more flexible, or maybe he was born a few days earlier and had an age advantage."

Guo Dalu thought this in his heart, smiled on his face, then reached out to pick up a chopstick, his figure flashed, and he joined the battle group.

He sometimes knocked on A Fei's bamboo chopsticks, and sometimes swung the Aqingmu sword, which clearly wanted to pull all the hatred values ​​of the two on him.

Sure enough, after a few moves to disrupt the situation, A Fei and A Qing joined forces to fight him.

When Guo Dalu made A Fei and A Qing, the sword intent left on them was the same as "fast". At this time, under his intentional guidance, the two wooden swords attacking him were so fast that they were gone. There were not two swords, but they were clearly two sword nets!

However, no matter how fast they are, they cannot pass Guo Dalu quickly, let alone Guo Dalu knows them inside and out.

Guo Dalu held bamboo chopsticks in his hand and calmly advanced and retreated between two airtight sword nets, leaving flaws and suddenly increasing the speed of the sword, forcing the layout of the two sword nets to be more harmonious and perfect.

That's right, he wanted to pass on a set of methods of combining two swords to A Fei and A Qing through this battle.

When the two of them finally found the tacit understanding point after several debugging, Guo Dalu immediately stopped.

"It's great, get along well in the future." When Guo Dalu talked to them, he looked like an elder.

A Fei and A Qing naturally would not answer, so they put their swords away and retreated to the corner, stood side by side, and were no longer lonely.

Guo Dalu nodded with satisfaction and walked over to open the store door.

It was sunny outside, and when the store door opened, the sun shone without saying a word.

At that moment, Guo Dalu suddenly realized in his heart. The meditation and painful thoughts that had been carved all night long finally found the last opportunity at this time. He suddenly realized his heart, and was extremely happy. He smiled and said, "It's a warm autumn!"

At this moment, a plastic pocket that drifted in the wind, like a homeless ghost, flew past in front of him. Without thinking, Guo Dalu raised his hand casually.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The plastic bags were broken into countless pieces, floating and scattering away with the wind.

This is the sword intent!

It seems like reaching out to capture the sunshine, the palms are empty, but there is a warmth.

If Wukong hadn't taught him the Bodhicitta Sutra, he would not have had his understanding and improvement today. Of course, he could still practice sword skills to the point of being unparalleled in this world, but that would always be the sword on earth.

It’s like a warrior who has not awakened his cultivation genes may never see another world.

Guo Dalu has now cultivated sword intent, but he will not stop. He will use this omnipotent sword intent to cut out a wider world.

When the time comes, he must set foot in the world of cultivators to find out. Otherwise, how can he meet Sun Wukong and how can he drink and have fun with him face to face?

...

At 10 o'clock in the morning, Yang Pingle came to the grocery store after two classes.

After the National Day, freshmen have a day off to rest, but other grades are about to officially start classes.

"Why did you come so early today?"

Yang Pingle entered the store and saw Guo Dalu and asked curiously.

"I didn't go back last night and worked overtime in the store." Guo Dalu replied.

"That's a big deal! By the way, have you seen the comments on the forum?" Yang Pingle said as he put his schoolbag aside and entered the work state.

"What's wrong if I didn't see it?"

"The freshmen who drank the medicinal tea in our store are praising you and our store." Yang Pingle also felt a little proud in his tone.

"Because they didn't catch a cold or fever after drinking our medicinal tea, right?"

"This is on the one hand, and on the other hand, the students who did not drink medicinal tea were not able to withstand it and became ill."

Guo Dalu nodded and said, "Now young people are generally weak in physiques, and they don't seem to love to exercise much. If you have the chance in the future, you have to do something in this regard. After all, only when the young people are strong can the country be strong."

"I support!" Yang Pingle responded positively, then she looked at Guo Dalu and said with a smile: "Boss, I have a question to ask you, don't know if it's okay?"

"Senior Sister Pingle, what's wrong with you? You suddenly became so polite. Haha, I asked you if you have any questions. If you can't answer, I will refuse directly." Guo Dalu said bluntly.

Yang Pingle smiled and said, "What I actually want to ask is, how do you view money? How much do you think money can account for in your sense of happiness?"

"Why did you suddenly ask this question?" Guo Dalu asked.

"Because some things that have happened to you recently made me feel very curious. For example, when I asked you for consultation, you obviously wanted to help me, but you still charged me my consultation fee. Later, you helped Qiaoqiao, and it was another dime that was confiscated."

"Then when you come to Huang Qin, you sell her 30,000 yuan in a bowl of porridge, but when her mother wants to give you 1 million yuan, you flatly refuse..."

"I roughly estimated that the cost of medicinal tea will be several thousand yuan yesterday. As a result, you didn't frown and did it very hard..."

After Yang Pingle finished speaking this, he shook his head and said, "So I don't understand, what is your view of money?"

"It's actually very simple. You can summarize it in one sentence. Money can make the devil push the mill, but we don't do it."

Yang Pingle thought for a while and said, "What do you mean is that money is important, but don't become a slave to money?"

"right."

"What about the proportion? That is, how much does money account for in a happy life?"

Guo Dalu laughed and said, "No less than five percent..."

Yang Pingle also laughed.

After a while, Yang Pingle came over to greet him and stopped chatting with Guo Dalu.

As noon approached, a box of express delivery came to the grocery store, and Yang Pingle's previous custom-made work clothes finally arrived.

The two opened it and took it out. They tried it. It was fine in size. Guo Dalu praised it: "Senior Sister Pingle, you have a good vision."

Yang Pingle looked at herself in the mirror and felt very beautiful. She seemed to have not worn new clothes for a long time. It turned out to be really beautiful, whether it was clothes or people.

"Oh, are you wearing couples' uniforms? Or are you tempting to play with uniforms in broad daylight?"

At this moment, two people came in outside, two people who came yesterday.

Young Master Yang Zhiyuan and his bodyguard Wang Qi.

"Do you want to buy things or ask questions?" Yang Pingle looked at the two of them and asked.

Zhiyuan Yang said: "We don't buy things and ask questions, we are here..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a slam and Yang Zhiyuan was knocked out of the door.

Wang Qi had just reacted and saw a wooden sword poking at him like a poisonous snake.

He reacted quickly and made a sudden move to the side. Then he felt a pain in his neck and found that the tip of another wooden sword was pressing against his throat. He was shocked and dared not move any more.

“Take it out.”

At this time, Guo Dalu, who was sitting there, said expressionlessly.

Ah Qing raised his foot and kicked him at Ah Fei. Ah Fei pushed forward and threw the king flag out of the door.

"Ignore them." Guo Dalu comforted Yang Pingle and stood up and went into the studio.

A Fei and A Qing both returned to their original place.
Chapter completed!