A bottle of wine, a brother.

Such a thing, if placed in the modern era, is a bit strange, but it happened in the big man.

When the red dust sky wine appeared in front of Zhang Fei, Zhang Fei knew that the Daoist in front of him was not pictured with anything.

This wine is worth a lot of money.

Just send it out like this, not at all the pain, obviously the real Haojie, the real temperament.

He likes to befriend the hero of the world.

"I Zhang Feishi live in Zhuo County, quite a field, selling wine and slaughtering pigs, specializing in making friends with the world's glory, I have never seen a brother so generous, if you do not give up, you and I will confess to heaven and earth, become brothers!"

To befriend?

Lu Yun did not associate with people for a long time.

He had a lot of contact with him in the Great Song Dynasty, except for his own teachers, who were his own men.

Such as Lin Chong, Lu Junyi and others, although close to him, but also careful, keep their distance.

As for Shi Tai, although he said "brother", he was eager to pursue heaven's high distance, and his feelings in the red dust were not on his heart.

Another brother, Cheng Ying, did not need to say more, and was different from his life.

He has no brothers.

Now, Zhang Fei worshipped with him, then worship him.

It is not always a bad thing.

Not a bad thing, you can do it.

And, by contrast, worshipped Zhang Fei, but also lost his identity.

His identity as a teacher is no longer...

“All right!”The cloud nodded its head.

"So good, brother may wish to go to my house, tomorrow you and I will be in the peach garden of the post-chamber, to the world, to become brothers, life and death together!"

Zhang Fei held the red dust sky wine, saw Lu Yun agreed to him, excited, and danced.

“It’s still a child...” Lu Yun laughed in his heart.

Zhang Fei's age this year is not large, but the length of the comparison of the five three coarse, let people ignore his real age.

In the eyes of Lu Yun, he was also 20 years old.

In the modern era, that is, the college students who have just gone to college.

Of course, the ancients were more precocious, and they could not be counted so.

But compared with the two-life-old Lu Yun, he was still a child.

However, the cloud looks more like a child.

He has been a success since his cultivation, his face has not changed, his appearance has not changed at any time, and he is still a 20-year-old.

It will be like this in the future too.

Like Zhang Tianshi, he is really a world-shattering wonder in the Daomen, but at the age of eight, he has cultivated great success and has a presence in the face.

Since then, he has been a shepherd...

Lu Yun thought of these trivial things in his heart, and came to his estate with Zhang Fei.

It’s really “a lot of money.”

See also do not know a few out of the farm to know.

In this era, there are such assets, Zhang Fei is also a strong one.

Selling alcohol and killing pigs.

Taoyuan Zhangzhuang.

The little days are also on their own.

In the original book, if there is no Liu Bei, I am afraid that I can live half a lifetime and live the life of the rich generation.

However, the chaos is coming, and there are more people who have assets but cannot keep their assets.

Zhang Fei sold the house to do his best to fight the world, but also did not lose a good choice.

From a small noble official to a general riding, Fengxi Township, the status doubled.

As for the last raging corpse, what is it?

People are always going to die.

Except for the Dao family to live for a long time, the rest of the school, not afraid of death.

The soldier said that the big husband should be a bathing blood field, and Mager was shrouded in a corpse!

This is their ideal.

...

"Yide, the first time I came to Zhuang, these things were given as gifts to Yide!"

After a good reception, Lu Yun took three books out of his sleeve, reached out a little, and fell in front of Zhang Fei.

"Brother why should he see me, since he came to my house, he is my guest, a guest, where..."

Zhang Fei suddenly had some dry mouth.

His words cannot be said.

There are three more books in front of him.

Three soldiers' books.

Grandson's military.

Six tweeds.

The Lieutenant.

At this moment, the heart of the fly was moved.

His heart could not move.

These three books are too important.

It's a book, not gold!

Although he is well-known, this does not mean that he has a lot of books.

Having money, with books is not a concept.

More money, not necessarily money.It’s a lot of money, and you can’t necessarily buy books.

More money, not necessarily family members, but may also be upstarts.

He is not an upstart, but there are only a few books in the ancestral collection.

He watched it almost several times, hundreds of times.

Read it a hundred times, and see it for yourself.

So, his painting is amazing, his cursive writing is amazing.

Because his family's books are used to teach painting and practice words.

Useful, but not very useful.

It is also his family’s treasure.

transmitted to the next generation.

One day, these books can't be lost!

That's the root!

Now, Zhang Fei saw the rumor of the soldiers' huge book, how can not make him happy, how not to make him overjoyed, and how to call him refused?

There are three books in, and it is difficult to refuse.

“Brother, this is...”

He hesitated for a long time, or wanted to refuse.

It was so precious that he did not dare to take it.

This kind of kindness, even if he spreads his wealth, is difficult to repay!

"Why should I be so, books, not just let people read, if Yide has achieved something, the future will be a general, then I am also honored!" 」Lu Yun waved his hand and insisted on giving Zhang Fei three books.

He lacks everything but books.

He is alone, an era.

He is a symbol of civilization.

As a former Master of the Great Song Dynasty, the Lord of the Heavenly Pavilion, 90% of the books of the Great Song Dynasty were collected by Lu Yun into the Tao Palace.

Lu Yun has the power to remember, and he does not forget.

He holds tens of thousands of books on his chest.

In the era of the Great Song Dynasty, all the cultural essences were mastered by Lu Yun.

Hundreds of sons, three teachings nine streams, he knows everything.

Even if all the great Confucians of the big man add up, there is not much that Lu Yun knows.

Of course, the essence of the hundred sons and sons annihilated with the times, Lu Yun still does not know.

But that is enough.

In a way, Zhang horn called Lu Yun a "sage of heaven", but it is not too much.

Lu Yun knows too much.

He is a representative of cultural civilization.

If the culture is spread like the Confucian saint, Lu Yun will become a Lushi.

As for the thoughts of the hundred sons of the family now, how afraid?

Even if all the family members are killed by the yellow scarf, there are clouds, and the civilization is still the same.

Don’t worry about losing your culture.

At that time, the three countries became another big Song.

Luo Yun didn’t want to do that yet.

He wanted to see a different change.

The essence of the annihilation of time in the cultural heritage of the sons has made Lu Yun have some interest.

"Today my brother gave me a collection of books, flying without reciprocating, he will be a brother's forerunner, will not give up!" 」

On the other hand, Zhang Fei promised cautiously.

Such a reward is hard to repay.

So, I have to promise!

The man made a commitment.

One of the gold.

“Second brother!”

Lu Yun looked at Zhang Fei's face cautiously, with some emotion.

This is a time of renewed faith.

It was also a time of cultural poverty.

Three books, put into the future, are full of things on the street, children are too lazy to see.

In the three years, it is a priceless treasure.

Three books, received Zhang Fei's promise, received Zhang Fei's loyalty.

“Big brother!”

“Second brother!”

“Big brother!”

“...”