Chapter 490: Five Minutes of Victory Is Hard to Impress
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Ye Xiaomei was so confused.
She was still thinking, it’s not like these people don’t know what their husbands do, they have a military unit.
But I still made myself the so-called person in charge.
And there was Monk Mingxin, who always wanted his ancestral spirits. It seemed that he was jealous of the power of Ma Qi's army, so he didn't dare to take himself to Japan by force. He had to take the ancestral spirits away, which made him completely useless.
Tang Buci spread his hands, as if he was an outsider, and said leisurely, "You didn't mention this before. Since I learned the Yang Shen Kung Fu from Yuan Yi, oh no, my master, I found that my memory has declined a lot."
Ye Xiaomei sighed, she was like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. If it weren't for Ma Qijun, she would have been captured by now. After hearing what Tang Buci said, Ye Xiaomei suddenly said:
"You need what you eat to replenish what you need. Eat more brains, such as pig brains in hot pot."
Seeing her sad face, Tang Buci joked, "Don't you have memory loss? When you are distracted, it's like you have two selves, two selves in your head doing different things and meeting different people. Isn't it confusing?"
Ye Xiaomei rolled her eyes at Tang Buci.
But the next second, Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank: "Out of Yang Shen? That's right... How long can you stay out? How far?"
Tang Buci nodded and thought for a few seconds: "It's about the distance from this room to the door. As for the time, about five minutes."
"..." Ye Xiaomei didn't want to talk anymore and scratched her scalp hard.
Seeing her like this, Tang Buci couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? I'm a beginner, and it's good enough that I can learn to calm my breath and concentrate my mind to release the Yang spirit. Besides, my master also said that I have obsessions in my mind, so I can't concentrate."
Ye Xiaomei glanced at Tang Buci with a headache: "Your obsession is money, right?"
Tang Buci quickly waved his hands: "No, my obsession is you."
Ye Xiaomei's pupils shrank: "Me? You are kidding. If it was really me, you could just give me 20 million and I don't have to pay it back."
As soon as these words came out.
Tang Bu Ci sighed and said, "Well, I have to pay you back. You know me better than anyone else. That old man, uh, no, my master said that I am obsessed with money, so I am not moving forward?"
Tang Buci suddenly remembered something, and his eyes lit up:
"Xiao Mei, do you think that Master cheated me out of money? No, he asked me for 8 million to build a Taoist temple. Is he trying to help me break the greed for money?"
"Who knows? You might as well ask him." Ye Xiaomei's mind was full of plans.
If Tang Bu resigned from the Pure Green Fire that he had cultivated with his Yuan Shen, then they could have gone to Changshou Village with their Yang Shen. As long as the roots of the red maple tree were safely planted in the ground, the White Snake and the Black Toad could both go home, and in this way they could also protect themselves well and withdraw at any time.
I would have stayed where I was, but the fact that he could only reach the gate in five minutes was really embarrassing.
Suddenly raising her head, Ye Xiaomei stood up and left, leaving a message before leaving:
"You're definitely money-obsessed."
Tang Buci stood up quickly and said, "You're not staying here? It's too late, are you going back?"
Seeing Ye Xiaomei's determination to leave, he waved his hand hastily: "Li Yao, hurry up and see her off, go, go, hurry up."
"Okay, boss." Li Yao received the order and ran after him: "Miss Ye, wait for me..."
Tang Bushi sat alone at the tea table and poured a cup of tea. He held it with his jade fingers and brought it to his lips. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a trace of melancholy.
He put the teacup to his lips without taking a sip and put it down gently.
He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He felt tired all of a sudden, and the scene of appreciating paintings with her kept replaying in his mind.
Ye Xiaomei, ah Ye Xiaomei, you are so stupid.
It is said that the women in this scroll all look the same, but you only saw the women and did not pay any attention to the appearance of the Emperor Mingtang.
Thinking of this, Tang Buci slapped his forehead, opened his eyes and walked into the study room bored.
Standing in front of the desk, it seemed as if the painting that was sold at the auction was still before my eyes.
Ye Xiaomei was still watching her with a magnifying glass. Her every move seemed to be right in front of her eyes, but she was just carefully examining the painting and didn't notice that she was being looked at at all. She was really stupid.
Tang Buci pinched her brows. She was really worried about when the ancestral spirit in her body would fully awaken.
I have no impression of myself at all.
Tang Bushi was like an old father who was worried that his child wouldn't grow no matter how much he ate.
Tang Buci recalled the scene at the auction. He was not really stunned by the money, but he thought the person who could afford it was really stupid, because the painting was from his own hand and he didn't expect it to be so valuable.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Was this woman blind? Didn't she realize that the male protagonist in the film looked like her?
Alas... people of this era are really hopeless. They actually believe in unofficial history that has been tampered with.
Could it be that Yao Boye did nothing during the Mingtang period and was only famous for his paintings under his original name Yao Boye?
Thinking of this, Tang Buci's eyes suddenly dimmed and he cursed inwardly - how stupid.
As soon as Ye Xiaomei returned to the rental house, she sneezed loudly and almost sneezed out her tongue.
How come you caught a cold in such a hot day?
Ye Xiaomei found toilet paper to blow her nose and found blood.
It was obvious that she was upset. Ye Xiaomei quickly drank a cup of tea and had a good rest. She had been thinking too much recently.
As soon as she lay down, Ye Xiaomei had a nightmare.
There was a cool feeling on the top of my head, as if the wind was being pulled out from the top of my head.
Ye Xiaomei looked at her hands in a daze, then turned around and saw that she was still lying on the bed.
What's going on? She didn't intend to go out of the sun.
At this moment, her eyes seemed to be drawn by a gust of wind and instantly left the original place. When she reappeared, Ye Xiaomei had already arrived at a high mountain.
Everywhere I went there was nothing but trees and an unfamiliar temple.
Yes, it is a temple, with the words "Namo Amitabha" written on the wall.
Then a person walked out from the door. Ye Xiaomei was on the steps, so she looked up at the person who came.
Is it Monk Mingxin?
When Ye Xiaomei was surprised, he raised his palm and chanted a Buddhist name, while the rosary in his other hand was plucked rhythmically.
Ye Xiaomei's heart sank. Was her soul attracted by Monk Mingxin?
And I thought it was just a dream that caused me to be unconscious.
Thinking of her acting skills before, Ye Xiaomei chuckled: "Master, why did you call me here?"
As he said this, he planned to approach her and get close to her as usual.
I didn't expect that the movement of moving my legs apart would involuntarily turn into twisting.
This frightened Ye Xiaomei, and she looked down.
At that moment, the buzzing in my head continued for a long time.
Ye Xiaomei unexpectedly discovered that her lower body was a snake's tail, with half of her body standing upright in the air from her waist up.
Ye Xiaomei screamed: "Ah!"
The snake's tail swung with all its might, following the fear it wanted to hide.
With a bang, she hit the tree trunk. Ye Xiaomei ignored the pain and shook violently.
It was not until they entered the dense woods that Ye Xiaomei turned around quietly with sweat all over her forehead.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, Ye Xiaomei suddenly opened her eyes.
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