Before Ai Ming could take a breath, he felt his sleeves being gently pulled. When he looked back, he found that Lan Ruo, who was following behind, was pulling him. Ai Ming looked at Lan Ruo strangely, looking a little expectant and a little panic, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Ruo held Ai Ming's sleeve and refused to let go. He blushed and hesitated for a while before asking: "My husband, are you really willing to let the wife you married in reality know about the existence of a lowly concubine?" After saying that, a face full of hope raised slightly. Although she tried hard to show that she didn't care much, her nervous and helpless expression still betrayed her. Lan Ruo was really pitiful. Generally, NPC would not find a player to be a husband unless there was a special reason. It is that Lan Ruo's virtue is no longer virtuous and virtuous, and has the good morals of Chinese women (to be honest, the author despises this kind of morality), but she also hopes that her husband can be loyal to him. Even if he has more wives, he hopes that he will not hide like a ground mouse.

Ai Ming suddenly realized that Lan Ruo was thinking about this question. He smiled and said, "Of course, don't worry, even if I have a wife in reality, I will definitely let her know about your existence. I am not the kind of person who has no conscience." Ai Ming paused, and then said, "Don't call yourself a lowly concubine at any time in the future. You will always be my wife, okay?" Speaking of this, Ai Ming was a little uneasy. An Ling could really accept that he had a wife in the game. Can she really accept Lan Ruo and the four sisters? If she didn't accept it, what should she do? Ai Ming didn't know.

Lan Ruo, who received Ai Ming's guarantee, seemed relieved, nodded hard, was much happier, and smiled, and said, "My husband, I cook, I'm adding dishes today." After saying that, she glanced at Ai Ming charmingly, left Qiu Ju to take care of Ai Ming, and took the four sisters to the kitchen. The reason for leaving Qiu Ju is very simple. Qiu Ju is a completely idiot in the kitchen, and she will make trouble even if she doesn't help.

Ai Ming lamented that he made up his mind to let Lan Ruo and Shu Qin try to avoid contact with him as much as possible. He didn't see him for a few days. Seeing that Shu Qin had ruined Lan Ruo like this, he even said the words of adding dishes today. If there was such a strong hint, Lan Ruo would never say it before.

"Master, are you tired? Can you beat your legs?" Qiu Ju said sweetly. Seeing Ai Ming agree, she knelt on the ground and beat Ai Ming's legs. Qiu Ju was also very happy. Since the master has agreed to his wife's request, then his four sisters can also appear in front of Ai Ming's real wife, which is amazing good news.

No wonder Lan Ruo and the four sisters are happy, because they always have a sense of inferiority in their hearts. After all, Ai Ming is not an ordinary NPC. Although he also lives in the game, a large part of his focus is on real life. Ai Ming's future wife's every move in reality may affect Ai Ming's decision in the game, so now he has received Ai Ming's affirmative answer, and the five girls have also made a wish.

Ai Ming lying on the lounge chair, closed his eyes and sighed, "The wish of the five women is so small. If she can't even satisfy this, would she still be a man?"

"Okay, my husband, let's wash your hands and have a meal." Lan Ruo walked out of the kitchen with a smile.

Forget it, let's have a meal first, and let's talk about what happened in the future. Ai Ming thought about it and stood up. He became a turtle again.

While eating half a piece of rice, Ai Ming asked inadvertently: "By the way, Xiaolan, how did you meet that harp?"

Lan Ruo gave Ai Ming a blank look. This guy gave people nicknames. "I just met him when I was bored all day and had nothing to do in shopping."

Ai Ming was ashamed. How could he not hear the resentment in Lan Ruo's words? But he didn't dare to talk to him, so he simply made a saw-mouth gourd.

"By the way, my husband, when you have time, go to Mount Di Shi. We can make a fuss here, all of which is a loss to Sister Chouyue. We haven't officially thanked her." In Lan Ruo's opinion, Ai Ming is a serious little pervert. This guy was probably thinking about Mo Chouyue long ago. No matter how he stopped him, he would block his lust. Today, this guy promised his sister again that he should give the little pervert a chance to hook up with Mo Chouyue. Besides, he had a good impression of Mo Chouyue and knew the truth. If she became her sister, I believe she would be able to get along in the future. More importantly, Mo Chouyue is a player, and if they succeeded, they would have no worries.

"Oh." Ai Ming lowered his head and ate hard. He really didn't want to see Mo Chouyue. Since he came to Mount Ishi, Mo Chouyue had never given him a good face. "Let's talk about it."

"Dad, I'm out to play." The cat didn't know how to eat yet. She couldn't taste anything now, so she could only sit on the table and watch everyone. Finally, she couldn't help but want to run out.

Ai Ming raised his face from the dining table and stared at the cat blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Maomao touched his little face strangely. Is there any problem with him?

Ai Ming closed his eyes tightly, opened them suddenly, shook his head vigorously, and looked at the cat carefully.

"Husband, what's wrong?" Lan Ruo looked at Ai Ming nervously, looking at the cat. What's wrong with her husband? Why are you looking at the cat like that?

"Oh, it's okay." Ai Ming groaned and lowered his head to eat, but after taking a bite, he raised his head to look at the cat.

"Okay, what's the matter? My husband said it's all, why do you hide it?" Lan Ruo was impatient. Her husband was not good and unhappy.

"Oh, then I'll say it," Ai Ming said in a deep voice: "I found that the cat is pretty pretty and will definitely not worry about not getting married in the future."

Everyone was whispering, that's it? There was no need to do a big fight, which made everyone feel worried and thought something was really going on. Lan Ruo raised his hand to touch Ai Ming's forehead and said, "Mr., don't you have a fever, right?"

Ai Ming smiled and said, "Okay, I won't joke anymore. I decided to teach cat spells myself." Ai Ming's tone was so solemn, it seemed that he was serious.

"Gaba..." Everyone's chin almost fell off, and they all looked at Ai Ming in a daze. Suddenly they all laughed. Qiu Ju smiled and covered her stomach and lay on the table. Isn't it kidding? Apart from having brute force, the master asked everyone what he could compare with everyone. Even if he compared brute force, he was afraid that he was not as powerful as Lan Ruo's.

Ai Ming's face turned cold and he became a little angry. Why didn't he give face? He finally had the mood to care about his daughter, but he would forget it. He still laughed like this, isn't he?

Lan Ruo's face was a little sour when she smiled, and looked at Ai Ming apologetically and said, "Mr., what are you planning to teach Cat?"

Yes? What did you teach cats? Ai Ming was worried. He said the words just now without passing through his brain. Judging from the reactions of the five women, he obviously didn't look down on himself. As for strength and experience, he really had nothing to teach cats. Ai Ming thought about it, and then said with a smile: "I plan to teach cats to practice calligraphy."

Calligraphy? Lan Ruo and the four sisters stopped laughing and looked at each other. Lan Ruo asked carefully: "My husband, what are you going to teach a cat?" No wonder Lan Ruo asked this question. Ai Ming usually writes words like a dog, and he can write brush calligraphy? I don't believe it. You know, there are very few people who can write brush calligraphy in modern society. Due to the emergence of a large number of virtual fonts, humans have few opportunities to write by hand. Those who know brush calligraphy are either a tycoon or a famous calligrapher. Although there are many opportunities to start writing in the rain, for the sake of writing convenience, the most commonly used is carbon pen, which is both economical and affordable. It is rare to hear that people use brush calligraphy to write.

"Of course," Ai Ming said with confidence, and then said guiltily: "It doesn't matter if you don't know. Everyone practices together, there will always be times when you can."

The five girls thought about it and nodded. Learning to write calligraphy is very good for them and cats, at least they have something to do. "But, my husband, where can we find a brush?" Lan Ruo has seen brushes several times in her thousands of years of life, but only a few times. And this town is remote and there is no place to sell.

"It's okay, there are so many skilled craftsmen in the town. I don't believe that no one can make brushes. I just don't know how to do it later. I'll just go down and check the information and then come up to find someone to do it, right?" Ai Ming said.

The girls nodded and looked at Ai Ming with relief. The master finally grew up. The girls looked at Ai Ming with embarrassment, but if he knew what the girls were thinking, he would be crazy.

In this way, everyone decided to learn to write calligraphy at the dinner table, and then they started to eat with peace of mind.

After dinner, Ai Ming couldn't wait to go offline to check any information about making brushes and remember them in his mind. Then he would dictate himself in the game and let Qiuju record it in the notebook. Next, he was looking for skilled craftsmen in the town. It was easy to place an order in a small shop specializing in making feather dusters. As for the problem of paper, the problem of paper was also solved. Because the Indra Palace had very strict procedures for making Taoist talismans, there were so many papers used for the Daoshi Palace. These things that were useless to the Indra Palace could be used as papers for brush words. Lan Ruo had a large number of relationships.

After many experiments, the master in the small shop that made feather dusters finally made qualified brushes, and according to the requirements, he specially made a brush suitable for her cat. Don’t underestimate the brush used by cats. Its value can be more than a hundred times that of Ai Ming and others. The tip of the brush used by Ai Ming and others is only possible to use ordinary sheep hair, but because the cat is too small and the brush used is smaller, the tip of the brush must be made of a chest hair called Lingzhan. This Lingzhan is a rare animal and is difficult to catch, so the price is naturally high.

What about ink? It’s even better. Find a shop to burn charcoal, let them focus on burning a very expensive pine tree, collecting the floating dust, adding some spices and a viscous agent specially used for alchemy, and then it becomes the most primitive ink.

Okay, everything is done and it is owed to the east wind. On that day, the girls surrounded Ai Ming and were about to watch him splash ink. Ai Ming looked around proudly, took a deep breath, picked up the pen and started writing his first brush calligraphy on the paper. Ai Ming practiced brush calligraphy for a while when he was a child, but he stopped writing it soon. In addition, he kept checking information during this period, so he still knew the basic method of holding the brush.

If you have good characters, Ai Ming shook his head and looked at the words he wrote, very proud. This character is like flying dragons and phoenixes, iron and silver hooks, majestic, flying from the sky, unparalleled... In short, it is just a good character.

"My husband, what are you writing?" Lan Ruo asked carefully. After reading for a long time, she couldn't recognize what Ai Ming had written.

"Cursive script, can't you see this? I don't know." Ai Ming glanced at Lan Ruo, a little unhappy about her uneducated and unskilled question. Then he looked at the words he wrote in annoyedly, and when Lan Ruo interrupted, he forgot what he wrote. Alas, cursive script is amazing, and the one who wants is who doesn't know what he is writing.

This, Lan Ruoshi was silent. She had never seen what brush calligraphy was again, but she could also see that Ai Ming was writing. "My husband, we just contacted brush calligraphy. Is it too difficult to write cursive script? Why don't you start with the simplest?"

Ai Ming looked at Lan Ruo, and finally nodded, reluctantly agreeing. However, he didn't know how to write the simplest brush words. Judging from the few words he wrote on paper, it was no different from dog crawling. Finally, Ai Ming put down his pen without any worries. This thing was too difficult, so let's write it later.

The five girls also realized that Ai Ming was a stubborn duck, but she had no real skills and could only say she could not practice. It was really hard for them to listen to Ai Ming's talk about how to practice calligraphy very carefully just now, and she only knew how to talk. That's it, the five girls still doubted whether Ai Ming's basic principles of practicing calligraphy were real?

Alas, if I had known what kind of person Ai Ming was, I would not be able to rely on it at all. Therefore, the five women decided to be self-reliant. As the saying goes, money can make the devil push the grinding, so the five women posted a list article in the town and purchased calligraphy works at a high price.

There are few people who can write calligraphy in the midst of the ups and downs, and not many calligraphy works have been passed down. But money is a good thing. In less than a month, the five girls have collected a lot of calligraphy works. The most gratifying thing is that they also found a book that specifically talks about how to teach people to write calligraphy, which is the most delightful for everyone.

So, everyone began to practice. Compared with Ai Ming's two-day fishing and three-day drying nets, the girls were very serious. What is surprising is that the best one among the people was actually Cat. Although the words she wrote had to be seen clearly with a magnifying glass, because Cat had never written characters with other tools before, she was the easiest one among the people. Moreover, Cat was not disgusted with the calligraphy of the brush. In her opinion, this was a very interesting game. This made the girls overjoyed. While teaching Cat to recognize words, they practiced calligraphy with Cat, and made up their minds to train Cat to become a real calligrapher.

The days passed day by day, and everyone lived a leisurely and free life. In addition to practicing calligraphy and shopping, they often went to Shuqin's Embroidery Lifang to exchange embroidery experience. After a while, Ai Ming also made friends with Shuqin. In Ai Ming's opinion, Shuqin's mouth occasionally felt very irritating, and she was still very good. She had many common topics to discuss with herself. The most important thing is that Shuqin was very beautiful, which was what Ai Ming paid the most attention. Even Ai Ming even learned embroidery for a while under the instigation of everyone, but it was much more difficult to get started with embroidery than practicing calligraphy. Soon, Ai Ming gave up.

On that day, Ai Ming was lying under the shade of the tree in the yard, with his chest and his arms open, gnawing on watermelon, drinking tea, sniffing his feet, and squinting his eyes. When he was catching a cold, the gate of the yard was knocked on.

"Please come in." Ai Ming shouted. Xia Zhu, who was concentrating on embroidery next to Ai Ming, stood up and walked over to open the courtyard gate. Someone outside the gate said, "Damn it." After walking in, someone came in. When Ai Ming saw that he was an acquaintance. This person was Qingfeng, the fourth-generation disciple of the Indra Palace.

"Uncle Ai," Qingfeng said after giving Ai Ming a bow, "Uncle Mo invited you to the Indra Palace to discuss it." Because of Mo Chouyue, Ai Ming is also considered a master uncle.

Ai Ming was stunned. He hadn't seen Mo Chouyue for a long time. Why did she suddenly remember that she had come today? It was not a good thing to think about it. "Ah, please sit down quickly, what's your Uncle Mo asking me for?" Ai Ming stood up and gave up his seat to Qingfeng with great care. He didn't ask clearly, but he really didn't dare to see Mo Chouyue.

"I don't know. Uncle Mo only asked me to invite you, and didn't say anything else." Qingfeng said respectfully, "If Uncle Ai has nothing to do, my nephew will take his leave." Qingfeng did not understand Ai Ming's giving up his seat and wanted to return to the palace as soon as possible. In his opinion, Ai Ming is a scum among the people in learning Taoism. It is not a good thing to be with him for a long time.

"Oh, then you go back first, and tell you Uncle Mo, I'll go later." Ai Ming was not interested in Qingfeng. Qingfeng was very old-fashioned and boring, so he wanted him to leave quickly. Qingfeng bowed to Ai Ming and left.

Ai Ming thought for a long time, but he didn't think of it. What was Mo Chouyue asking for herself? It wasn't that the Autumn Times settled the bill? Oh, maybe, I said why didn't she come to cause trouble for herself in these days? It turned out to be prepared. No, I have to be careful and was caught. "Xiaolan, Xiaolan, what are you doing, come here quickly."

Lan Ruo was playing Goji in the room with Qiuju. When she heard Ai Ming's shouting, she came out of the room and asked, "My husband, what are you doing?" In fact, she had already heard Ai Ming and Qingfeng in the room just now, and knew that Ai Ming was as scared as a mouse when she saw Mo Chouyue, but she also asked a question knowingly. Women are always very smart and knowingly, and they know how to save face for her husband.

"Carry it out, let's go see Mo Chouyue." Ai Ming said. Lan Ruo laughed and agreed, preparing to go back to the house to pack up. "Wait, see if there is any interesting things at home, bring them to Mo Chouyue. Let's go to someone to visit, so I'm embarrassed to be empty-handed, hehe." Ai Ming ordered again, and everyone knew what he meant.
Chapter completed!