(I) Boss Wen and Xiaopang

Half a year later, Nian Dada said goodbye to Boss Wen, paid off the money for staying in the hotel, and prepared to return to Fuyao Mountain. Boss Wen's surname was Wen Jing, and he was the owner of the broken inn who had a "three-in-one night" and was born with a big waist. He walked past people in his early years and was full of courage to run around the world. He could eat eight big steamed buns in one meal.

The two of them had no worries about parting in the farewell scene, because the third friend present was so inconsistent.

This friend is only three feet tall, and his baby teeth are just long. At first glance, they don’t have to walk hard when they encounter steep slopes. Just roll on the spot. At this time, he hugged Nian Dada’s thighs, howled heartbroken, and cried sadly: “Mom… I won’t leave!”

This friend has countless mothers, including men, women, young and old. One of them is the biological mother, and the rest are recognized by him - he will call him the mother whoever gives him food.

Boss Wen covered one ear and roared at Nian Dada: "Didn't you say you are here to find someone? You're looking for it... Alas, you think of some way to stop howling this ghost thing!"

Nian Dada tried hard to cover the boy's heart-wrenching cry at the top of his throat and shouted: "Get him a piece of candy!"

Boss Wen said: "Where are you looking for candy when I go!"

After saying that, he angrily entered the house, took out a braised duck neck from the kitchen, and stuffed it roughly into the little fat man's mouth: "Eat and eat!"

The little fat man stumbled and tasted some taste. He immediately stopped interested in Nian Da, and squatted on the side and started chewing quietly.

Boss Wen looked at Xiaopang in a bad mood and asked, "Why can't the person you are looking for is him?"

Nian Dada showed shame on his face.

Boss Wen: "Yes, I have heard that you monks pay attention to reincarnation, but you, a fellow Taoist, practiced the Big Belly Magical Art in your previous life, right?"

Nian Dada: "…"

Even if it doesn't hit it... it's not far away.

The reincarnated child who had practiced the big belly magic skill was carefree and grinned at Boss Wen, and ran to him with a duck neck in his mouth, and shouted clearly: "Mom!"

Boss Wen said expressionlessly: "Get out!"

After cursing, Boss Wen seemed to be feeling a little moved and said, "When I talk about reincarnation, I have traveled many places since I became sensible, and I feel something was missing everywhere. Until I came to the East China Sea, I suddenly felt like I was back home... I heard that there were many monks in the East China Sea a hundred years ago. Do you think I am also the reincarnation of anyone else, right?"

After hearing this, Nian Dada asked tentatively: "Does Boss Wen also mean to seek immortality and ask for the truth? Why don't I recommend you..."

"Hey, I just said that," Boss Wen waved his hand and touched the little fat man's bald bald man casually. "I feel that even if I practice, I can't achieve any future. After returning from my studies, I still want to open a small inn to be my boss. Just like now, I will take off my pants and fart when I practice. Okay, I'll keep this ancestor for you. You can go quickly, see you again if you are destined to be."

Nian Dada took a deep look at the fat man, and finally said nothing and left by himself.

He had the idea of ​​taking away Nian Mingming's reincarnation, but when he saw that the fat man had no worries about food and clothing in this life, he had both parents and was surviving on the streets of the city, he suddenly felt that it was meaningless again.

I think for Nian Mingming, flying in the sky and hiding the ground, it may not be a pleasure to squat on the ground and chew a braised duck neck?

Why bother him?

(II) Portrait

After many incidents settled, everyone returned to Fuyao Mountain and finally settled down. Yan Zhengming ordered people to move some things back to Fuyao Mountain Villa one after another.

Over time, there were a lot of miscellaneous items. Yan Zheng himself was not a very organized person. He didn't remember any messy things he had. He was too lazy to clean up, so he sent Cheng Qian. As a result, Cheng Qian worked hard and sorted out for a while, and found a dozen portraits from it - his own.

Yan Zhengming painted countless portraits of Cheng Qian back then, and most of them were destroyed on the spot when they were sad. However, if they painted too many times, there would always be fish that missed the net. How many of them were left?

Cheng Qian liked it more and more, so he simply collected it silently. Then he remembered that before Master Tong Ru had time to leave a portrait, his master had one, but he destroyed it himself, not to mention his master Jiang Peng, who had been a tragedy from beginning to end, so he became very interested and wanted to make up for his ancestors.

Cheng Qian's calligraphy is very skilled, but he is not very good at painting, so he went to ask the senior brother of the sect to hold the pen.

After hearing this, Master Yan held his fingers reservedly and asked him to come over, with a gentlemanly dignified expression. He mentioned unreasonable and obscene conditions in this way, and performed for Cheng Qian with his own actions. What a beast in clothes?

Cheng Qian immediately decided to let him stay wherever he was cool, and then he rushed the head out of Qing'anju.

In the end, he had to make do with him and find his second senior brother. Li Yun agreed happily and brought a junior sister who liked to join in the fun and went to the penultimate floor of the nine-story sutra building to splash ink.

During this period, the hardworking junior sister rolled up her sleeves and cleaned the penultimate layer of dust that had accumulated over the years from beginning to end, shook off each portrait of her ancestors, and cleaned it up very carefully.

Suddenly, Shuikeng exclaimed: "Oh, second senior brother!"

Li Yun worked hard on paper according to Cheng Qian's description, and was in high spirits, without raising his head, saying, "What are you doing?"

"You are on the painting! Senior brother, look!" Shuikeng spread out a yellowed portrait over the years. The senior in the painting was unkempt, his long hair was dispersed, revealing a pretty white face with clear eyebrows and eyes. His facial features and expressions were clearly Li Yun's life.

Cheng Qian looked again and clearly stated below: Wen Zhu Zhenren, who joined the Fuyao Sect in a certain year and month, was a disciple of a certain generation. He was very good at genius and lewd skills, proficient in the side and left-wing Taoism, and his qi sect was unique. It is still unknown. Because he has nine serials around him, he is called "nine serials" entering the Tao.

In the inheritance of the Fuyao Sect, the old senior seemed to have mentioned to Yan Zhengming that Fuyao's ancestors had issued a "Nine-serial series" and handed the letter from the senior to Li Yun.

So...is it just the original owner?

After a long time of trouble, there was only one person in the Nine Clans of Ages.

This second senior brother, who has been the same for generations, completed several masterpieces and was seen by Yan Zhengming who came to hear the news.

Yan Zhengming looked at him for a while and gave a pertinent evaluation: "Second junior brother, please rest for a while, don't deceive your master and destroy your ancestors."

Li Yun was dissatisfied and continued to waving his paintings and drew a picture of Han Yuan in southern Xinjiang. One year, he brought it over on the Mid-Autumn Festival and showed it to Han Yuan with great enthusiasm.

After reading it, Han Yuan felt that his former classmates had completely shattered. He also thought that he had not yet obtained the real dragon bone to deceive, so he immediately decided to calculate the new and old hatreds together, and chase Li Yun to the border of the southern border... Well, this is a story later.
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