Mi Gu smelled the fragrance coming from Yanshu's body. For some reason, the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division and words I had learned in the past flew through my mind to deepen my memory. He couldn't help but happily said to Gongliang: "Damn, I've become smart."

"Our Gugu is the smartest and the smartest and cutest child in the universe." Gongliang said exaggeratedly.

"Uh-huh"

Migu nodded very much in agreement.

Gongliang rolled his eyes and said in his heart: You are not smart at any time, you can’t be smarter than multiplication and division, and you will have a headache when you read the words. Of course, he only dares to think about these words after blocking the little guy’s telepathy, and dare not say them out, so as not to be unhappy.

The smell of round and rolling smell is still the same as before, and it is not as smart as it is.

Xiao Xiangxiang seemed to know that the fragrance was good for her, and she stood on the round head and tried hard to absorb the fragrance.

To be precise, this fragrance should be the fragrance of books and the spirit of wisdom. After Gongliang heard it, what he learned in the past was like a page of a book. Every time he turned a page, his memory deepened, and things that he had forgotten had long been pouring into his heart.

The fragrance of books on Yanshu didn't last long and soon disappeared without a trace.

But even so, it will benefit everyone a lot.

Especially Gongliang, he re-digged what he had forgotten before and gained countless knowledge out of thin air.

"The evil, I want to know you, and my life will never fade away. There are no mountains and the rivers are exhausted. Winter thunder shook, summer rain and snow. Heaven and earth are united, so I dare to die with you." Yanshu recited the poem softly and sighed, "What a beautiful poem!" She couldn't help but wonder, why didn't she hear such a good poem before, and asked, "Sister, who wrote this poem?"

"You have to ask the young master this." Jingshu glanced at Gongliang.

"Is it the young master doing it?" Yanshu covered her mouth with her hands and widened her eyes 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 into his body.

First, there is no need; second, there is no need to have time to think of your own leisure; third, there is fear of trouble. What should I do if I want others to know that this poem is written by myself, so I ask for it to be written? There are not many poems I know, but they are all famous works, so how can I waste it? Besides, I don’t rely on this to make a living, so there is no need to impersonate it.

"Then the young master has any poems I heard from... elsewhere?" Yanshu looked at Gongliang's beautiful eyes and tried especially hard to speak.

Gongliang was so nervous that he was watching that he quickly said, "No, no, I heard this song."

I didn't expect that this poem is so charming, so I wouldn't read it if I had known it, or change it to a more ordinary one. But to be honest, all the famous works that he could remember were circulated in the world, and where did the ordinary ones come from?

Seeing that he denied it, Yanshu didn't continue asking, but just smiled, turned around and picked up the poem written by her sister, but she looked crazy again.

Yuan Gengganu read for a long time, but couldn't see any name, so he shouted, "What's the good thing about this poem? I think it's very ordinary."

"Ordinary? Ordinary, please write a poem." Gongliang said angrily.

"Hmph, just write, what's so cool to be? Listen to it, my poem is like this: 'Oh! I'm going to eat bamboo shoots, climb the mountain and rush the road. The bamboo shoots are endless, the bamboo forest is green, the stars are shining, the grass is covered with dew, and the soil is soft, so I dare to fill my stomach.'" Yuangulang finished reading the poem he wrote, and asked Gongliang: "How is it, I'm writing well!"

"You are also called poetry?" Gongliang looked at her with contemptuous eyes.

"Why is this not a poem? The word count is right and the rhyme is still rhyme. It's you, can you write it?" Yuan Gengganu said arrogantly.

"I can't write a poem like you." Gongliang was too lazy to talk nonsense to her and walked out with Migu in his arms.

"You just can't write it." Yuan Genggan screamed behind him, and turned around and asked Yushu again: "You said the poems I wrote are amazing!"

"Uh, yes... it should be amazing!" They are all good friends, and Yushu doesn't want to say bad things, so she can only be ambiguous. Yuan Ganggu stands proudly and stands upright, and she will become a poet from now on. Jingshu is laughing when she is watching.

Take a night off.

Gongliang thought that since he came to Luruxing, he would have to taste the local food, so he took Jingshu and others to find a restaurant with good business. As soon as he walked in, the sharp-eyed guy immediately came forward to greet him and took them to the private room upstairs.

The shopkeeper handed the tea and poured water, served it attentively, and waited for them to drink the tea before saying, "What do you want to eat?"

"What are you recommending?" Gongliang asked.

"It's the first time the customer has come. Why not come to our store's signature dish, and then have a few side dishes and staple foods, which is almost enough to eat." The shop's staff introduced.

Gongliang looked at the price on the menu and nodded, "That's it, but the dishes and staple foods are large. We eat too much, too little is not enough."

"Don't worry, the dishes in our store are definitely large enough. If you sit for a while, the dishes will come soon." The shop assistant walked out of the private room, closed the door, and quickly went to the kitchen to place an order.

"Young Master, this dish is too expensive! One dish costs 1,000 days of crystals, which is enough for us to sell a lot of things." Yu Shu looked at the menu in her hand and said dissatisfiedly.

"It's natural to have a high price. If you can gain a foothold here, you won't set a high price for no reason, otherwise it will go bankrupt sooner or later. After a while, you can try it carefully to see if this dish is worth the price."

"Yeah," Yushu nodded vigorously.

"Dad, I will help you eat it." Migu said with his cute eyes blinking.

Gongliang gently tapped her nose, "I understand, little greedy." Migu giggled.

After a while, the side dishes and staple food came up. The main dish of Wenxin Golong should be slower. After a while, two guys walked in with a large rectangular wooden box, lifted the lid, and lifted the things inside and placed them on the table. It was the main dish Wenxin Golong.

The main dish of Wenxin Leave Dragon is a green dragon. It stands proudly in an oval plate about one meter long, flashing green light.

Gongliang looked at the Qinglong who was stepping on the clouds and said strangely: "Is this a dish?"

"It must be a dish, and we dare not serve it up if we are not a dish."

The shop assistant obviously heard the customer's question too much and explained: "The customer doesn't know that this literary heart withered dragon is a platter made by the immortal chef in our store with all kinds of animals, birds, vegetables and medicines. Look at the dragon scales, each piece is engraved with the holy words of the Confucian school. Eating it can nourish the body: Look at the dragon meat, each piece is poured with literary spirit, and eating it can temper the root bones; looking at the dragon liver, dragon brain, and dragon heart, every minute is refined with literary spirit, and eating it can enlighten the mind and concentration and wisdom. These are all good things. Guests please taste it slowly and call me if you have something to do."

The shopkeeper left the private room and closed the door so that he would not be disturbed.

At this time, the clouds and mist on the dragon withered away, and the dragon scales engraved with holy words came into view. Every word and sentence was extremely sacred, as if cleaning the soul.

But this was a dish after all. Gongliang picked up the quicksell and put a piece of dragon scales in it, and said to Jingshu and others: "Eat quickly! Avoid it cold."

Needless to say, Mi Gu had already picked up the quick and grabbed a piece and threw it into his mouth, then picked up the second piece. The round and rolled panda did not lose the formation, and he also snatched it up. Gong Liang shook his head repeatedly when he saw it, and slowly put the dragon scales into his mouth. Before he had chewed it, it had turned into a clear light and penetrated into the flesh and blood.

"The Master said: If you are not in your position, you will not plan your politics."

Suddenly, a holy word sounded, like the clear sound of the great way, washing away the filth between the flesh and the fur.

Gongliang didn't expect that Wen Xin Lelong would have such benefits, so he hurriedly joined the ranks of robbery.

Seeing that he couldn't wait, the sisters and sisters of Jingshu were curious, and then they picked up a dragon scale and put it in their mouths. In an instant, their eyes were shining and they also joined the ranks of robbing Wenxin withered dragons. When Mi Gu saw that it was nothing, he quickly took out the fork for his meal, held Kuaizi in one hand and the other, snatching desperately.

Yuan Genggu quickly followed suit.

Xiao Xiangxiang is so pitiful. She sits on the table and holds a quick clip, but it is inconvenient to hold the quick clip with her claws after all.

But Wenxin Leave Dragon is beneficial to him, but he can't give up, so he made a decision now, turned into a human form, and learned to turn round and roll, holding a pair of quicksellers in one hand, and eating the meat on Wenxin Leave Dragon with bows left and right.

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

After a while, a large plate of literary hearts withered dragons were eaten up by them.

Eat too fast, the dragon scales that had not been digested before turned into holy words and echoed between flesh and blood; the silk brilliance formed by dragon bones circling between roots and bones; the literary energy formed by dragon liver, dragon brain, dragon heart echoed between souls. Eat too much, the holy words could not be suppressed, overflowed from the body, echoing in the private room. The literary spirit was everywhere, and the literary spirit was magnificent.

Gongliang did not dare to be careless, so he quickly used his skills to refine the essence of Wenxin withered Dragon.
Chapter completed!