No wonder he was so quick to accept Xiaoqi. It turned out that he had a history of schizophrenia.

Liang Xingyang suddenly realized.

Master Cang led the two of them into the house and asked them to wait in the main hall for a while. Then he turned around and told Shu Dian to entertain them while he went to get the treasure.

Liang Xingyang was stunned by his solemn and mysterious attitude. He became more and more curious about the treasure. He couldn't help but look at the scholar next to him and asked curiously: "Do you know what treasure Master Cang wants to take?

"

The scholar raised his long eyes slightly and stared at Liang Xingyang for a long time. Suddenly, a bit of unspeakable evil appeared on his gentle face. He covered his mouth and chuckled, "I know."

Liang Xingyang immediately moved his buttocks, moved closer to him, and asked, "What is it?"

Shudian chuckled, "That's me."

After saying that, he blinked at Liang Xingyang, with a hint of shyness on his face.

"Gudong."

Liang Xingyang swallowed hard and moved to the side without leaving a trace, putting some distance between him and Shu Dian. "...This joke is not funny."

"Who are you kidding me?" Shu Dian couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "In terms of preciousness, what is more precious in this house than me, Shu Dian? Let me tell you, I am the number one poet in ancient and modern times!"

"Magic guest?" Xiao Qi didn't know why and asked shamelessly: "What kind of demon are you?"

"Bah, you are the devil! I am uneducated. I am a scholar of men of letters, also called a writer of swords and pens. Do you understand?"

Xiaoqi shook his head honestly and turned to look at Liang Xingyang with confusion in his eyes. Liang Xingyang explained in a low voice: "It means a writer, a literati who writes articles."

Xiao Qi then said "Oh" and said mercilessly: "It turns out he is a useless dead scholar."

Liang Xingyang had received nine years of compulsory education and had memorized countless poems. He had never heard of anyone called Shu Dian, and he had never read any masterpieces about Shu Ding. Of course, it was possible that he was ignorant, so he asked

: "Sir, since he is the number one poet in ancient and modern times, what are his masterpieces?" Can you give me a chance?

As soon as he finished speaking, Shu Dian's originally proud and confident expression froze, his face became uncomfortable, and he said in a stiff tone: "Not yet. But I believe that in the near future, I will write a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation!"

Xiao Qi snorted coldly and added, "Oh, he is still a dead scholar who likes to talk nonsense, thinks highly of himself, and has no self-awareness."

However, after spending just a few moments with these two people, Shupian felt that his relatively strong mind had been hit hard one after another.

Especially this little girl, who looked quiet and beautiful, but she had a mouth that could spit out knives. She stabbed him in the heart first, and then pulled it out after she was done. He just breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it.

This stubborn man took advantage of him being unprepared and stabbed him hard and quickly!

What a vicious little bitch!

The scholar was so angry that he jumped to his feet, stood up suddenly, and cursed loudly: "You, you are simply unreasonable and don't know what to say! A sparrow knows the ambition of a swan! I have been studying hard since I was a child, and the valleys in my heart and the talent in my belly have long been

Just like everyone else, it is easy for me to write a masterpiece that will be passed down to generations."

"I can't tell." Xiao Qi said bluntly.

Shu Dian snorted coldly and looked at her disdainfully, "How can a vulgar fan like you peep into my wealth of knowledge!"

"So?" Xiaoqi looked very serious. He looked at the book and tortured his soul, "What should I do with the talent in your belly? Will it affect my three meals a day?"

The scholar never expected that this little girl would be so shameless. She would put the word "uneducated" on her forehead. She was not ashamed but proud of it. She was so angry that she directed her anger at Liang Xingyang, "You maid is so ignorant."

Li, as the master, why don’t you give me some discipline?"

Liang Xingyang, who was inexplicably affected: "..."

He glanced at Xiaoqi, whose face was full of disdain, and then at Shupian, who was so angry that he almost got angry, and tried to persuade him to make peace: "Everyone comes out to mess around, and it's not easy. Peace is the most precious thing, and harmony is the most precious thing...

…”

Xiao Qi curled his lips and said unhappily: "I'm just telling the truth. Who knew he would suddenly get angry for no reason? A big man, so petty and fussy, fussing over everything. Tsk, it really opened my eyes, huh huh..."

"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Liang Xingyang suddenly felt something was wrong. His face turned red, his facial features were distorted, and he clenched his hands into fists. He gasped for breath, and quickly stood up, covered her mouth, and whispered:

"You should say less. If you really want to talk about right or wrong, you were the first to say bad words and provoke others in the first place."

"Uh huh..." Xiao Qi forcefully pulled Liang Xingyang's hand away, turned to glare at him, and said angrily: "He was the one who provoked me first and said I was a devil."

Oh, what then?

Liang Xingyang didn't understand why Xiao Qi was angry at all, but he still patiently comforted him, "He just said it casually. You are not a real demon. No matter what he says, it will not affect you."

Hearing his words, Xiao Qi sneered again and again, too lazy to argue with Liang Xingyang anymore. He turned to look at Shu Dian and mocked: "Yes, I am a devil. The devil who likes to care about everything is nothing like you noble human race. You

If you are a bigger person, why can't you take the initiative to admit it's not your fault?"

When Shu Dian heard this, he felt a rush of hot blood rushing to his forehead, and the veins on his forehead were beating wildly. Just as he was about to speak, his vision suddenly went dark, and he fell to the ground with a plop, and his limbs began to twitch.

Liang Xingyang and Xiaoqi were frightened by this sudden turn of events and took several steps back.

"Is this what he is doing?" Liang Xingyang hid behind Xiao Qi, looked towards the ground, and guessed: "Could it be that... he wants to touch porcelain?"

Xiaoqi doesn’t know what Pengci’er means, but she has her own strategy for dealing with emergencies——

Any behavior she doesn't understand is considered crazy.

She stared blankly at Shu Bian, who was foaming at the mouth, with dark eyes. She brushed away Liang Xingyang's hand pulling his sleeve and walked towards Shu Bian.

As soon as he took a step, footsteps could be heard outside the hall.

Xiao Qi paused, his eyelashes moved slightly, and he raised his eyes to look outside.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long." Kurafuzi led a young man of about thirteen or fourteen years old to appear at the door of the main hall. Before he could enter the door, he apologized with an apologetic expression, and then turned his eyes.

Glancing inside.

After seeing the situation in the hall clearly, Mr. Cang couldn't help but look shocked, "What, what happened?"

Liang Xingyang looked at Master Cang's confused expression and sighed quietly. He didn't know why things turned out like this.

Just when he was thinking about how to explain, the young man next to Cang Fuzi walked in quickly, helped Shu Bing up, placed him on the chair, and then turned to look at Liang Xingyang and Xiao Qi, frowning.

Said: "What did you just say to stimulate the bookish brother?"

Liang Xingyang scratched his head. He didn't want to hide it. The key is that he couldn't hide it. After all, there were only three of them and two people present. He didn't know who to blame if he wanted to blame it, so he simply admitted it and simply told what happened just now.

Said it once.

I thought that the young man would get furious after hearing this and scold him and Xiao Qi, but he didn't expect that instead of being angry, the young man showed a real expression. He nodded slightly at the two of them and sighed: "I scared you.

Bar?"

"Uh, it's okay." Liang Xingyang looked at Shubi and said uncertainly, "Is he really sick? I thought he was in trouble."

Although he didn't understand the meaning of touching porcelain, the young man understood the meaning of Liang Xingyang's words. So, he nodded and said: "Well, my dream has always been to write a masterpiece that will be handed down from generation to generation. However, fate plays tricks on people.

No matter how hard the scholar-stupid brother tried, no one paid attention to the articles he wrote. Over time, this matter became a problem for the scholar-stupid brother. In addition, he had a hidden disease, extremely poor physique, and worries about the distant future.

Once Cheng mentions the article, the book-mad brother will suddenly faint, foam at the mouth, and his limbs will twitch..."

Liang Xingyang suddenly realized it. He looked at Shu Bing who was unconscious on the side and thought to himself: "Shu Bing is mentally and physically crazy. No wonder it is called Shu Bing. It really deserves its name!"

Mr. Cang sighed, "Speaking of which, he is also a pitiful person."

Liang Xingyang nodded in agreement.

After sighing with emotion and confirming that the book seizure was not serious and would recover on his own later, Cang Fuzi brought the topic back to the treasure, called the young man over, pushed him in front of Liang Xingyang, and solemnly introduced: "This is Uncle Nong's

The son is also the unique treasure left by Uncle Farmer in the world - Jiang Lianshan. Xiaolianshan, this is the Xiaoyang who will be responsible for you and Shu Dian's daily life in the future, the new guardian of our village - Xiaoyang."

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Chapter completed!