Literati Sanctification

Chapter 434
"Son!"

Heng Xiulin entered the small courtyard, and met Xiaoyu's concerned eyes directly.

"My lord, can't you recover your literary spirit?"

Xiaoyu stared directly at Heng Xiulin with concerned eyes, and asked a question. Before, she had already sighed when she saw Heng Yanlin, but right now, she still couldn't help asking.

She knew very clearly in her heart how much her young master cared about her literary qi. After her body recovered, she had been looking forward to recovering her literary qi.

But no matter how Heng Xiulin experiments and does it, but Heng Xiulin's body still doesn't show a bit of elegance.

This literary spirit is actually related to when the two can go back. With the current state of Heng Xiulin, it is completely impossible to go back. As it is now, any monster that comes casually can be Kill him.

Just like that, how could we go back, even if we invite a literati, it is a bit unreliable. This is the country of Zhao, which literati would run to such a far place with enough food.

Moreover, such a long distance requires some very powerful literati to reach the Jiang country. However, with such literati, arrogance is certain, so how can they answer Ying Heng Xiulin.

When Xiaoyu thought of this, she naturally hoped that her young master could recover, so that they could go back as soon as possible.

Hearing this, Heng Xiulin glanced at Xiaoyu, then shook his head, "No, that Biyexin can only get rid of the evil energy, my writing energy has been exhausted abruptly, and Lian Wen The palace is all destroyed."

"Under such circumstances, the Biyexin naturally has no effect at all. In fact, I should have thought of this long ago."

Heng Xiulin looked at Xiaoyu, then shook his head and said, in his words, he was quite disappointed, if he really couldn't recover his literary spirit, would he be trapped in this country of Zhao for the rest of his life?
If that Hua Mulan was there, that would be fine. With that Hua Mulan's strength, it should be more than enough to escort him back, but this idea is a bit whimsical.

Xiaoyu looked at the extremely disappointed Heng Xiulin from the side, her heart tightened immediately, then she grabbed Heng Xiulin's sleeve tightly, then raised her head, trying to appease her young master, but again I didn't know what to say for a while.

"It's okay, it's just that I can't recover my literary qi right now, right? Maybe there will be a chance at that time, even if I can directly recover my cultural qi."

Heng Xiulin looked at Xiaoyu at the side, smiled at her immediately, and then said something.

Xiaoyu nodded immediately when she heard the words, looking at the salary full of confidence, she felt extremely happy in her heart, as long as her young master would not give up, then all of this, in her opinion, would still be possible. chance.

Who made his young master so talented? It was his young master who created miracles every time. As long as his young master didn't give up, miracles would happen.

"My lord, what is this in your hand?"

Xiaoyu restrained her mind, saw the invitation card in Heng Xiulin's hand, and immediately asked a little strangely.

"This? This is Miss Nawu's invitation. She said that it will be her birthday in a few days, so I want you to come."

Heng Xiulin waved the invitation card in his hand, but he was thinking about what kind of gift to prepare. The family background of Wu girl seems to be quite good, if the gift is too shabby, it seems a bit unreasonable.

"My lord, do you have any money left?"

When Xiaoyu heard this, she immediately looked at Heng Xiulin's waist, and asked Heng Xiulin that when her young master was there, he bought a lot of things.

In the past, Xiaoyu bought these things by herself, so she was very clear about how much silver was needed in them. It was estimated that it would cost nearly a thousand taels.

I bought so many things just now, but I just don't know if my young master has any money. If not, why should I buy a birthday present?

Hearing this, Heng Xiulin's face froze slightly. If Xiaoyu didn't say anything, he hadn't thought of this. Right now, he really doesn't have the money for this, and the money is almost spent.

It seems that they are going to sell some poems again. That Li Yuanhan seems to need these poems just now, but it is a mutual benefit. At this time, Heng Xiulin directly thought of this matter.

"Young master will find a way to deal with the money, isn't it just some silver, how can the young master not come out?"

Heng Xiulin waved his hand lightly at Xiaoyu in front of him, looking confident.

When Xiaoyu heard this, she pouted slightly. She naturally had no doubts about her young master's ability to collect money, but the problem was that this time, the young master's collection of money seemed to be selling poetry, which made Xiaoyu not very fond of it.

She is willing, her young master wants to collect money like before, and will attract fewer people.

"My lord, don't sell too many poems," Xiaoyu was still a little worried, and said to Heng Xiulin.

Hearing this, Heng Xiulin touched Xiaoyu's head lightly, indicating that he understood that it would be quite good to sell a few poems so that he would not have to worry about eating and drinking first.

Thinking of this, Heng Xiulin handed the invitation to Xiaoyu, and then went out alone.

If Li Yuanhan wanted poetry, he would definitely come to the place before that time.

After a while, Heng Xiulin came to the first place. When he met Li Yuanhan, he did not see Li Yuanhan. Seeing this, Heng Xiulin was not disappointed. After all, the other party could not have stayed here all the time. It is still very possible to leave now and have a meal or something.

The other party had made a three-day bet that he would be the only one who wanted to sell his poems in Xitang City, and it should be impossible for the rest of them.

At the moment, Heng Xiulin was standing there, wanting to wait for that Li Yuanhan to appear here, but that Li Yuanhan did not wait, but he did wait for the rest of the people to come.

"Master Heng, what a coincidence, you're here too?"

Heng Xiulin was sitting on a stone chair beside him, and an incomparably crisp voice rang out at this moment. Hearing this, Heng Xiulin raised his head and looked up. When he saw the two of them, he was slightly startled, and then showed a smile. Come smile.

"Coincidentally, Miss Qin Yun, you are here too."

(End of this chapter)