"The most important thing now is to let Bian Que come back to life!" Cai wangchen way

"Yes, we can also go to the exhibition hall when he arrives. This is a pure business. One hundred thousand dollars a day is more than thirty million dollars a year!" Cai Aihou cried.
More than 30 million? Cai Wang’s eyes are red, too. Cai Guo doesn’t have so much tax on his face
"Ma Cailu is coming!" Cai wangma cried
"Yes, let Cai Lu go to Bian Que to urge Bian Que to hand over the resurrection Dan!" Cai Aihou also cried eagerly.
A pair of monarch, minister and father are both red-eyed and eager for profit, but the profit is too great and magnificent
Chapter seventy Myth elixir
Xiandanyuan
Bian Que looked at this mountain of knife coins and was at a loss.
"Sir, here’s a knife coin, half for you and half for me!" Jiang Tai very free and easy way
"This method is what you want!" Bian Que shook his head.
"But coming back to life Dan is you! Then there are still many things to do! Sir, don’t refuse. I also know that it is impossible to preach a theory without money. It takes countless money to pave the way to make the theory spread more quickly. That’s it, sir. You need to be more concerned! " Jiang Taima shook his head a way
"Well, thank you so much!" Bian Que a slight wry smile way
Jiang Tai went to another courtyard.
More than a hundred brothers are waiting.
"Master!" All brother immediately respectful way
Next to the Lushi brothers and the little witch.
"Jiang Tai, your story is really nice!" Little witch excited way
"Of course, the story is not for listening, but for you to rehearse. How was your rehearsal?" Jiang tai call way
Tian Yima respectfully said, "Master, we can already say it!"
"You should not only talk, but also cultivate courage. If you talk, you have to convince everyone to put your thoughts into other people’s heads. After this experience, there are still many occasions to instill the teacher’s thoughts into everyone." Jiang Taishen said.
"Yes!"
"Well, let me check how you are all rehearsing! Come first as soon as possible! " Jiang Tai said
"I want to tell a story called" Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai ".Once upon a time, there was a woman named Zhu Yingtai who was not born as good as a man because of an opportunity to disguise herself as a man and enter a hospital …
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Zhu Yingtai saw Liang Shanbo’s grave crack and Liang Shanbo’s body was deeply grieved, so he cried and jumped into Liang Shanbo’s grave and the grave suddenly closed.
It’s raining heavily, and God makes the lovers cry.
Later, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai made butterflies fly in pairs.
However, the good times will not last long, and the butterfly will die of old age again.
On this day, Bian Que, the imperial doctor, passed by and lamented their earthshaking love, so he planed the graves of Zhu Yingtai and Liang Shanbo and gave them a resurrection pill for their rotting bodies.
At this time, the two suddenly came alive and lived happily ever after! "
After telling the story, Tianyi looked excited.
"It’s a pity that the feelings are not in place. After a little exaggeration on the surface, practice more slowly. Remember that this is a tragic story. It is really qualified to tell others to cry!" Jiang Tai commented
"Yes!"
"You tell me the next day!"
"It’s my story called" Little Flint Girl ".It snows on the night of 30 a year, and every family is busy and festive. A little girl carrying a small basket walks barefoot in rags.
Uncle, buy a flint!
Uncle, buy a flint!
Pedestrians pay no attention to it.
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The little girl lit a fish bone beside the garbage dump with flint, and it seemed that she saw her grandmother waving to him in the fire.
The little girl cried, "Grandma, don’t go!"
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The next day, people saw the dead little girl by the garbage dump, and everyone regretted it.
"If only I had bought her a flint."