The little Taoist boy was startled for a moment and said, "You want to help me take a bath?" He suddenly turned serious and shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, master said that I am a boy and cannot let women touch me..."
Do you really want to send it
The Taoist priest made a low hoarse sound in his throat, then grabbed his hair with his big hands and said, "You little bastard, you are so disobedient..." As he said that, he flicked his sleeves and said, "Get out of here!"
The Taoist priest was too lazy to quarrel with the two girls, so he snatched the painting from the little Taoist boy's hand, stuffed it into Qiqiao's arms, and then pushed and chased the two girls out of the Taoist temple. Close tightly.
"Pfft... hahaha..." Qiqiao laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight. "How old are you... You are just a little kid. Your master is not a good person. How can he teach you so randomly..."
"It's really..."
The Taoist priest was too lazy to quarrel with the two girls, so he snatched the painting from the little Taoist boy's hand, stuffed it into Qiqiao's arms, and then pushed and chased the two girls out of the Taoist temple. Close tightly.
The little Taoist boy turned around and walked a few steps. When he turned around and saw that Qiqiao had not followed, he jumped anxiously: "Hey, the kitchen is over here. Come here quickly... You promised to help me wash up. Don't go back on your word. Those who go back on their word." It’s a puppy…”
Hua Zhuo suddenly had sweat on his forehead. He had heard somewhere that even when the Holy Emperor took a bath, there were not so many maids to serve him.
"It's really..."
The little Taoist boy's face turned red, but his face was dirty and the redness could not be seen. His eyes rolled around a few times and he said: "I heard that young masters from rich families have to be sixteen or seventeen years old to take a bath." Eight maids serve..."
With this idea in her mind, Hua Zhuo put the two long scrolls into the painting box, and then reluctantly glanced at the storage room. She really wanted to appreciate all the calligraphy and paintings here one by one, but after all, the owner did not agree, and she entered without permission. It's too much. Cleaning it up is just a slight apology, but if you stay for a long time, you really don't know how to move forward or retreat.
The Taoist priest made a low hoarse sound in his throat, then grabbed his hair with his big hands and said, "You little bastard, you are so disobedient..." As he said that, he flicked his sleeves and said, "Get out of here!"
Hua Zhuo shook his head and took a deep breath involuntarily. If his father or Mr. Du saw this mess, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood. The last thing they would hate to see is someone destroying books, calligraphy and paintings.
Qiqiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she slapped the Taoist priest's hand away with all her strength. The Taoist priest didn't use any force at all. She slapped it away. The Taoist stamped his foot again, and with a bang, the whole Taoist temple shook again. Qiqiao was shocked. She said "Ah" and took a few steps back, her face turning pale. This time she finally understood what the previous wavering was about.
After a while, the little Taoist boy staggered out with two long scrolls in his arms. He walked around the Taoist priest and walked to Hua Zhuo. He said, "Sister, I gave you these paintings. What are you doing when you put them back? You're so tired." I have to get it again, pick it up quickly, I’m dying again.”
Hua Zhuo suddenly had sweat on his forehead. He had heard somewhere that even when the Holy Emperor took a bath, there were not so many maids to serve him.
"Ah, Master, why did you come out?"
Hua Zhuo looked at the Taoist priest, and when he was discovered by the Taoist priest, he shouted again: "I'll give it away as soon as I give it away. Once I say it, it's as important as Mount Tai. There is no reason to regret it." Then he raised his hand and grabbed the little Taoist boy's ear. "If you don't say anything, don't say anything. When did you remember it? Sooner or later, I will teach you all these things as a teacher. If you talk more in the future, your mouth will be sewn..."
"Wait... this painting..." Hua Zhuo held the painting, a little helpless. Although there were only two pictures, they were both long scrolls. Her hands were sore after holding them for a long time. Moreover, such a rare treasure could not be given away quickly. When she went back, she was really afraid of doing something bad, and she couldn't even afford to pay for selling her.
"Ahem... I just want to enjoy this little Taoist life for once..." The little Taoist boy twisted his nose, glanced at Qiqiao, and suddenly sighed, "It's just one, that's all. I'm just a little Taoist priest..."
Hua Zhuo was startled, and when she looked closely, she saw a dirty Taoist priest with a beard on his face. His clothes, as well as the loose Taoist bun on his head, were exactly the same as the little Taoist boy. Sure enough, he was the same master and disciple. She knew the little Taoist boy. Who put the Taoist bun on it
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, and Hua Zhuo looked up at the sky. There were two masters and disciples, the older one and the younger one.
With this idea in her mind, Hua Zhuo put the two long scrolls into the painting box, and then reluctantly glanced at the storage room. She really wanted to appreciate all the calligraphy and paintings here one by one, but after all, the owner did not agree, and she entered without permission. It's too much. Cleaning it up is just a slight apology, but if you stay for a long time, you really don't know how to move forward or retreat.
The little Taoist boy was startled for a moment and said, "You want to help me take a bath?" He suddenly turned serious and shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, master said that I am a boy and cannot let women touch me..."
"Ahem... I just want to enjoy this little Taoist life for once..." The little Taoist boy twisted his nose, glanced at Qiqiao, and suddenly sighed, "It's just one, that's all. I'm just a little Taoist priest..."
Qiqiao: "..."
"Oh... I almost forgot..." The little Taoist boy had already turned the corner. Hearing Hua Zhuo's voice, he poked half of his head out from the base of the wall, "It's too heavy. Isn't it tiring to carry it around, little sister?" If you like this painting, you can take it home and hang it in the open window, so that old man Fang won’t have to brag about how many good paintings he has collected every day. I hope I won’t give him a slap in the face this time..." After that, he He retracted his head and pulled Qiqiao to boil hot water.
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, this little guy... is trying too hard, one person is still too few? After all, she is also the lady's personal maid, okay
"Wait... this painting..." Hua Zhuo held the painting, a little helpless. Although there were only two pictures, they were both long scrolls. Her hands were sore after holding them for a long time. Moreover, such a rare treasure could not be given away quickly. When she went back, she was really afraid of doing something bad, and she couldn't even afford to pay for selling her.
Hua Zhuo was suddenly a little speechless. If she guessed correctly, then there were some hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Jiuli River. Although she had never seen Master Zheng Shan, she could tell that he was extraordinary just by looking at the long scroll. This Taoist Priest He must be a strange person to be a close friend of Zheng Shan and have such a large collection of calligraphy and paintings.
The little Taoist boy was startled for a moment and said, "You want to help me take a bath?" He suddenly turned serious and shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, master said that I am a boy and cannot let women touch me..."
The storage room was not difficult to find. Just as she had guessed, it was right behind the Sanqing Hall. The little Taoist boy had not closed the door at all, so she saw it at a glance. The storage room was not big, but it was filled with books, calligraphy and paintings, some of which were even missing. On the ground, the few small footprints were very clear. They were obviously stepped on by the little Taoist boy when he came in just now.
Hua Zhuo broke out in a cold sweat. He was not going to give the painting away. He was obviously reluctant to part with it and was heartbroken, but he insisted on keeping his promise.
"Stop!" the Taoist priest roared.
Hua Zhuo replied: "The paintings collected by the Taoist Master are rare treasures. How dare I be ashamed to accept them? They have been returned to the box."
The little Taoist boy turned around and walked a few steps. When he turned around and saw that Qiqiao had not followed, he jumped anxiously: "Hey, the kitchen is over here. Come here quickly... You promised to help me wash up. Don't go back on your word. Those who go back on their word." It’s a puppy…”
The corner of Hua Zhuo's mouth twitched and he couldn't bear to look any further, so he could only continue to look up at the sky.
The little Taoist boy just came out of Sanqing Hall with the painting in his hands. The treasure room must be at the back of the hall. She just wanted to be a good person and send the painting back by herself.
Qiqiao: "..."
Hua Zhuo broke out in a cold sweat. He was not going to give the painting away. He was obviously reluctant to part with it and was heartbroken, but he insisted on keeping his promise.
The corner of Hua Zhuo's mouth twitched and he couldn't bear to look any further, so he could only continue to look up at the sky.
"Stop!" the Taoist priest roared.
This time it was Hua Zhuo's turn to be dumbfounded. She had no doubt that if she really took away these two paintings, Xiao Tao Tong's master, the owner of this Taoist temple, might fight her to the death. I used to think that the young Falun novice was bold enough to dare to sneak into Lingquan to make tea, but today I didn't expect to bump into a younger Taoist boy, who turned out to be even more lawless than the hairless Falun novice. She didn't dare to take away these two paintings, so she could only sigh and step into the Sanqing Palace in front of her.
"Pfft... hahaha..." Qiqiao laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight. "How old are you... You are just a little kid. Your master is not a good person. How can he teach you so randomly..."
"Wait... this painting..." Hua Zhuo held the painting, a little helpless. Although there were only two pictures, they were both long scrolls. Her hands were sore after holding them for a long time. Moreover, such a rare treasure could not be given away quickly. When she went back, she was really afraid of doing something bad, and she couldn't even afford to pay for selling her.
"Oh... I almost forgot..." The little Taoist boy had already turned the corner. Hearing Hua Zhuo's voice, he poked half of his head out from the base of the wall, "It's too heavy. Isn't it tiring to carry it around, little sister?" If you like this painting, you can take it home and hang it in the open window, so that old man Fang won’t have to brag about how many good paintings he has collected every day. I hope I won’t give him a slap in the face this time..." After that, he He retracted his head and pulled Qiqiao to boil hot water.
The little Taoist boy was tired from rolling. He was lying on the edge of a bluestone with his chin propped up to rest. When he suddenly heard this call, he let out an ouch and said, "Master, don't be upset, I'll keep rolling..."
The little Taoist boy was so eloquent that the Taoist priest shouted "get out" several times, so he rolled on the ground even harder.
The Taoist priest was too lazy to quarrel with the two girls, so he snatched the painting from the little Taoist boy's hand, stuffed it into Qiqiao's arms, and then pushed and chased the two girls out of the Taoist temple. Close tightly.
The little Taoist boy's face turned red, but his face was dirty and the redness could not be seen. His eyes rolled around a few times and he said: "I heard that young masters from rich families have to be sixteen or seventeen years old to take a bath." Eight maids serve..."
"Oh... I almost forgot..." The little Taoist boy had already turned the corner. Hearing Hua Zhuo's voice, he poked half of his head out from the base of the wall, "It's too heavy. Isn't it tiring to carry it around, little sister?" If you like this painting, you can take it home and hang it in the open window, so that old man Fang won’t have to brag about how many good paintings he has collected every day. I hope I won’t give him a slap in the face this time..." After that, he He retracted his head and pulled Qiqiao to boil hot water.
Hua Zhuo was surprised. Did the Taoist priest really intend to give the painting to her? There was a thunder drum in her heart. If she said that she was not moved by these two paintings, it would be a lie. She just understood their value and did not dare to accept them.
"The disobedient little bastard showed you the painting?"
This time it was Hua Zhuo's turn to be dumbfounded. She had no doubt that if she really took away these two paintings, Xiao Tao Tong's master, the owner of this Taoist temple, might fight her to the death. I used to think that the young Falun novice was bold enough to dare to sneak into Lingquan to make tea, but today I didn't expect to bump into a younger Taoist boy, who turned out to be even more lawless than the hairless Falun novice. She didn't dare to take away these two paintings, so she could only sigh and step into the Sanqing Palace in front of her.
The roof didn't fall down, but the little Taoist boy rolled over naked and crawled over.
"snort!"
The roof didn't fall down, but the little Taoist boy rolled over naked and crawled over.
The little Taoist boy was so eloquent that the Taoist priest shouted "get out" several times, so he rolled on the ground even harder.
When you go back, do you want to visit Guixi Academy again
Qiqiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she slapped the Taoist priest's hand away with all her strength. The Taoist priest didn't use any force at all. She slapped it away. The Taoist stamped his foot again, and with a bang, the whole Taoist temple shook again. Qiqiao was shocked. She said "Ah" and took a few steps back, her face turning pale. This time she finally understood what the previous wavering was about.
The corner of Hua Zhuo's mouth twitched and he couldn't bear to look any further, so he could only continue to look up at the sky.
The little Taoist boy just came out of Sanqing Hall with the painting in his hands. The treasure room must be at the back of the hall. She just wanted to be a good person and send the painting back by herself.
The Taoist priest obviously had no way to deal with the naughty apprentice. He roared fiercely. He heard thunder but no raindrops. He turned around and entered the storage room. He swept through the storage room that Hua Zhuo had just tidied up and felt like a strong wind passing through. In the blink of an eye, it was a mess again.
After a while, the little Taoist boy staggered out with two long scrolls in his arms. He walked around the Taoist priest and walked to Hua Zhuo. He said, "Sister, I gave you these paintings. What are you doing when you put them back? You're so tired." I have to get it again, pick it up quickly, I’m dying again.”
The storage room was not difficult to find. Just as she had guessed, it was right behind the Sanqing Hall. The little Taoist boy had not closed the door at all, so she saw it at a glance. The storage room was not big, but it was filled with books, calligraphy and paintings, some of which were even missing. On the ground, the few small footprints were very clear. They were obviously stepped on by the little Taoist boy when he came in just now.
Do you really want to send it
The Taoist priest snorted heavily, with an "I knew it" expression, and asked again: "Did he give the painting to you?"
The little Taoist boy was tired from rolling. He was lying on the edge of a bluestone with his chin propped up to rest. When he suddenly heard this call, he let out an ouch and said, "Master, don't be upset, I'll keep rolling..."
The little Taoist boy's face turned red, but his face was dirty and the redness could not be seen. His eyes rolled around a few times and he said: "I heard that young masters from rich families have to be sixteen or seventeen years old to take a bath." Eight maids serve..."
Hua Zhuo was frightened, fearing that he would embarrass the little Taoist boy, so he hurriedly said, "I made the request first."
The Taoist priest stopped snorting this time. He stamped his foot, hard, and the sole of his foot hit the ground. The whole Taoist temple swayed three times. Hua Zhuo was so shocked that she almost ran out of the door. She didn't want to be hit by the collapsed roof. Smashed to death. Also, is this Taoist priest Hercules? One stomp of the foot can have such power. If he stomps two more feet, the ground will crack.
Hua Zhuo broke out in a cold sweat. He was not going to give the painting away. He was obviously reluctant to part with it and was heartbroken, but he insisted on keeping his promise.
The corner of Hua Zhuo's mouth twitched and he couldn't bear to look any further, so he could only continue to look up at the sky.
"It's really..."
The Taoist priest obviously had no way to deal with the naughty apprentice. He roared fiercely. He heard thunder but no raindrops. He turned around and entered the storage room. He swept through the storage room that Hua Zhuo had just tidied up and felt like a strong wind passing through. In the blink of an eye, it was a mess again.
"Pfft... hahaha..." Qiqiao laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight. "How old are you... You are just a little kid. Your master is not a good person. How can he teach you so randomly..."
The little Taoist boy was startled for a moment and said, "You want to help me take a bath?" He suddenly turned serious and shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, master said that I am a boy and cannot let women touch me..."
Do you really want to send it
"Stop!" the Taoist priest roared.
The Taoist priest snorted heavily, with an "I knew it" expression, and asked again: "Did he give the painting to you?"
Hua Zhuo was slightly embarrassed and said, "I was rude for not informing the Taoist Master in advance."
This time it was Hua Zhuo's turn to be dumbfounded. She had no doubt that if she really took away these two paintings, Xiao Tao Tong's master, the owner of this Taoist temple, might fight her to the death. I used to think that the young Falun novice was bold enough to dare to sneak into Lingquan to make tea, but today I didn't expect to bump into a younger Taoist boy, who turned out to be even more lawless than the hairless Falun novice. She didn't dare to take away these two paintings, so she could only sigh and step into the Sanqing Palace in front of her.
Hua Zhuo shook his head and took a deep breath involuntarily. If his father or Mr. Du saw this mess, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood. The last thing they would hate to see is someone destroying books, calligraphy and paintings.
"Hey, don't bully the children..."
Do you really want to send it
Hua Zhuo replied: "The paintings collected by the Taoist Master are rare treasures. How dare I be ashamed to accept them? They have been returned to the box."
The Taoist priest was too lazy to quarrel with the two girls, so he snatched the painting from the little Taoist boy's hand, stuffed it into Qiqiao's arms, and then pushed and chased the two girls out of the Taoist temple. Close tightly.
Qiqiao: "..."
"The disobedient little bastard showed you the painting?"
The little Taoist boy just came out of Sanqing Hall with the painting in his hands. The treasure room must be at the back of the hall. She just wanted to be a good person and send the painting back by herself.
Thinking of this, she simply rolled up her sleeves and reorganized the storage room. She arranged the books neatly, brushed off the dust, and put the scrolls into the basket. Some of the ones scattered on the ground were also re-rolled and tied. I admired it by the way. The little Taoist boy is right when he says that every piece of calligraphy and painting collected by this Taoist priest is indeed excellent. With this appreciation ability, I am afraid that the Taoist priest himself may be a master of calligraphy and painting.
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, this little guy... is trying too hard, one person is still too few? After all, she is also the lady's personal maid, okay
"Taoist Priest, a daughter of the Hua family is courteous." Hua Zhuo bowed respectfully, and then said, "My maid and I came here, and I have to invite you without saying a word to come in and pay homage to the true god. I am disturbing the Taoist Priest."
The little Taoist boy's face turned red, but his face was dirty and the redness could not be seen. His eyes rolled around a few times and he said: "I heard that young masters from rich families have to be sixteen or seventeen years old to take a bath." Eight maids serve..."
Hua Zhuo shook his head and took a deep breath involuntarily. If his father or Mr. Du saw this mess, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood. The last thing they would hate to see is someone destroying books, calligraphy and paintings.
Hua Zhuo was slightly embarrassed and said, "I was rude for not informing the Taoist Master in advance."
Hua Zhuo was suddenly a little speechless. If she guessed correctly, then there were some hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Jiuli River. Although she had never seen Master Zheng Shan, she could tell that he was extraordinary just by looking at the long scroll. This Taoist Priest He must be a strange person to be a close friend of Zheng Shan and have such a large collection of calligraphy and paintings.
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, and Hua Zhuo looked up at the sky. There were two masters and disciples, the older one and the younger one.
The Taoist priest snorted heavily, with an "I knew it" expression, and asked again: "Did he give the painting to you?"
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, and Hua Zhuo looked up at the sky. There were two masters and disciples, the older one and the younger one.
Within the small north bank, there are already two strange people. Could it be that Jiuli Creek is indeed a geomantic treasure? Otherwise, how could the ancestors of Rongan Hall choose to build their old house here.
The Taoist priest was too lazy to quarrel with the two girls, so he snatched the painting from the little Taoist boy's hand, stuffed it into Qiqiao's arms, and then pushed and chased the two girls out of the Taoist temple. Close tightly.
"Oh... I almost forgot..." The little Taoist boy had already turned the corner. Hearing Hua Zhuo's voice, he poked half of his head out from the base of the wall, "It's too heavy. Isn't it tiring to carry it around, little sister?" If you like this painting, you can take it home and hang it in the open window, so that old man Fang won’t have to brag about how many good paintings he has collected every day. I hope I won’t give him a slap in the face this time..." After that, he He retracted his head and pulled Qiqiao to boil hot water.
Hua Zhuo had known for a long time that this Taoist priest had a weird temper, so he was not surprised. He bowed again and exited the Sanqing Hall. He was about to go to the kitchen at the back to ask Qiqiao to leave when he heard the Taoist priest say: "Wait a minute, this hidden Did you tidy up the room?"
After a while, the Taoist priest strode out, stared at his big gong eyes, and asked, "You didn't pick up the painting?"
Hua Zhuo was frightened, fearing that he would embarrass the little Taoist boy, so he hurriedly said, "I made the request first."
When you go back, do you want to visit Guixi Academy again
When you go back, do you want to visit Guixi Academy again
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, this little guy... is trying too hard, one person is still too few? After all, she is also the lady's personal maid, okay
"You little bastard, you gave me another painting... Don't forget to eat, not fight... Tell me, how much did you give me this time? Look, look, the storage room is so clean, why do you work so hard, little bastard? , have you given away all your paintings..."
With this idea in her mind, Hua Zhuo put the two long scrolls into the painting box, and then reluctantly glanced at the storage room. She really wanted to appreciate all the calligraphy and paintings here one by one, but after all, the owner did not agree, and she entered without permission. It's too much. Cleaning it up is just a slight apology, but if you stay for a long time, you really don't know how to move forward or retreat.
The little Taoist boy was so eloquent that the Taoist priest shouted "get out" several times, so he rolled on the ground even harder.
After a while, the little Taoist boy staggered out with two long scrolls in his arms. He walked around the Taoist priest and walked to Hua Zhuo. He said, "Sister, I gave you these paintings. What are you doing when you put them back? You're so tired." I have to get it again, pick it up quickly, I’m dying again.”
With this idea in her mind, Hua Zhuo put the two long scrolls into the painting box, and then reluctantly glanced at the storage room. She really wanted to appreciate all the calligraphy and paintings here one by one, but after all, the owner did not agree, and she entered without permission. It's too much. Cleaning it up is just a slight apology, but if you stay for a long time, you really don't know how to move forward or retreat.
"Oh... I almost forgot..." The little Taoist boy had already turned the corner. Hearing Hua Zhuo's voice, he poked half of his head out from the base of the wall, "It's too heavy. Isn't it tiring to carry it around, little sister?" If you like this painting, you can take it home and hang it in the open window, so that old man Fang won’t have to brag about how many good paintings he has collected every day. I hope I won’t give him a slap in the face this time..." After that, he He retracted his head and pulled Qiqiao to boil hot water.
"Ahem... I just want to enjoy this little Taoist life for once..." The little Taoist boy twisted his nose, glanced at Qiqiao, and suddenly sighed, "It's just one, that's all. I'm just a little Taoist priest..."
After a while, the Taoist priest strode out, stared at his big gong eyes, and asked, "You didn't pick up the painting?"
Turning around, he looked back step by step. Although he was reluctant to let go, he finally left the hiding room. He was about to brush his clothes and remove the dust from his body. Unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly darkened, but a tall figure blocked the light, and then Then I heard a hoarse voice asking: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The corner of Hua Zhuo's mouth twitched and he couldn't bear to look any further, so he could only continue to look up at the sky.
Qiqiao: "..."
"It's really..."
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, and Hua Zhuo looked up at the sky. There were two masters and disciples, the older one and the younger one.
Hua Zhuo was startled, and when she looked closely, she saw a dirty Taoist priest with a beard on his face. His clothes, as well as the loose Taoist bun on his head, were exactly the same as the little Taoist boy. Sure enough, he was the same master and disciple. She knew the little Taoist boy. Who put the Taoist bun on it
The little Taoist boy was so eloquent that the Taoist priest shouted "get out" several times, so he rolled on the ground even harder.
The Taoist priest frowned. He had a big beard, and when he frowned, he looked a bit sinister.
"Taoist Priest, a daughter of the Hua family is courteous." Hua Zhuo bowed respectfully, and then said, "My maid and I came here, and I have to invite you without saying a word to come in and pay homage to the true god. I am disturbing the Taoist Priest."
"Ahem... I just want to enjoy this little Taoist life for once..." The little Taoist boy twisted his nose, glanced at Qiqiao, and suddenly sighed, "It's just one, that's all. I'm just a little Taoist priest..."
"Hey, don't bully the children..."
This time it was Hua Zhuo's turn to be dumbfounded. She had no doubt that if she really took away these two paintings, Xiao Tao Tong's master, the owner of this Taoist temple, might fight her to the death. I used to think that the young Falun novice was bold enough to dare to sneak into Lingquan to make tea, but today I didn't expect to bump into a younger Taoist boy, who turned out to be even more lawless than the hairless Falun novice. She didn't dare to take away these two paintings, so she could only sigh and step into the Sanqing Palace in front of her.
The Taoist priest frowned. He had a big beard, and when he frowned, he looked a bit sinister.
The little Taoist boy was tired from rolling. He was lying on the edge of a bluestone with his chin propped up to rest. When he suddenly heard this call, he let out an ouch and said, "Master, don't be upset, I'll keep rolling..."
The Taoist priest made a low hoarse sound in his throat, then grabbed his hair with his big hands and said, "You little bastard, you are so disobedient..." As he said that, he flicked his sleeves and said, "Get out of here!"
"Pfft... hahaha..." Qiqiao laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight. "How old are you... You are just a little kid. Your master is not a good person. How can he teach you so randomly..."
Qiqiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she slapped the Taoist priest's hand away with all her strength. The Taoist priest didn't use any force at all. She slapped it away. The Taoist stamped his foot again, and with a bang, the whole Taoist temple shook again. Qiqiao was shocked. She said "Ah" and took a few steps back, her face turning pale. This time she finally understood what the previous wavering was about.
With this idea in her mind, Hua Zhuo put the two long scrolls into the painting box, and then reluctantly glanced at the storage room. She really wanted to appreciate all the calligraphy and paintings here one by one, but after all, the owner did not agree, and she entered without permission. It's too much. Cleaning it up is just a slight apology, but if you stay for a long time, you really don't know how to move forward or retreat.
"Hey, don't bully the children..."
"snort!"
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, this little guy... is trying too hard, one person is still too few? After all, she is also the lady's personal maid, okay
After a while, the Taoist priest strode out, stared at his big gong eyes, and asked, "You didn't pick up the painting?"
The Taoist priest obviously had no way to deal with the naughty apprentice. He roared fiercely. He heard thunder but no raindrops. He turned around and entered the storage room. He swept through the storage room that Hua Zhuo had just tidied up and felt like a strong wind passing through. In the blink of an eye, it was a mess again.
Hua Zhuo had known for a long time that this Taoist priest had a weird temper, so he was not surprised. He bowed again and exited the Sanqing Hall. He was about to go to the kitchen at the back to ask Qiqiao to leave when he heard the Taoist priest say: "Wait a minute, this hidden Did you tidy up the room?"
Hua Zhuo shook his head and took a deep breath involuntarily. If his father or Mr. Du saw this mess, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood. The last thing they would hate to see is someone destroying books, calligraphy and paintings.
Hua Zhuo was startled, and when she looked closely, she saw a dirty Taoist priest with a beard on his face. His clothes, as well as the loose Taoist bun on his head, were exactly the same as the little Taoist boy. Sure enough, he was the same master and disciple. She knew the little Taoist boy. Who put the Taoist bun on it
With this idea in her mind, Hua Zhuo put the two long scrolls into the painting box, and then reluctantly glanced at the storage room. She really wanted to appreciate all the calligraphy and paintings here one by one, but after all, the owner did not agree, and she entered without permission. It's too much. Cleaning it up is just a slight apology, but if you stay for a long time, you really don't know how to move forward or retreat.
Hua Zhuo was slightly embarrassed and said, "I was rude for not informing the Taoist Master in advance."
Within the small north bank, there are already two strange people. Could it be that Jiuli Creek is indeed a geomantic treasure? Otherwise, how could the ancestors of Rongan Hall choose to build their old house here.
"The disobedient little bastard showed you the painting?"
Hua Zhuo suddenly had sweat on his forehead. He had heard somewhere that even when the Holy Emperor took a bath, there were not so many maids to serve him.
"Go, go, go, every time someone comes into the temple, nothing good happens!"
The Taoist priest frowned. He had a big beard, and when he frowned, he looked a bit sinister.
The corner of Hua Zhuo's mouth twitched and he couldn't bear to look any further, so he could only continue to look up at the sky.
Hua Zhuo was suddenly a little speechless. If she guessed correctly, then there were some hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Jiuli River. Although she had never seen Master Zheng Shan, she could tell that he was extraordinary just by looking at the long scroll. This Taoist Priest He must be a strange person to be a close friend of Zheng Shan and have such a large collection of calligraphy and paintings.
The Taoist priest frowned. He had a big beard, and when he frowned, he looked a bit sinister.
Hua Zhuo was surprised. Did the Taoist priest really intend to give the painting to her? There was a thunder drum in her heart. If she said that she was not moved by these two paintings, it would be a lie. She just understood their value and did not dare to accept them.
Qiqiao grabbed her clothes and followed behind, saying loudly: "Wait, don't run, I haven't put on my clothes yet..."
Hua Zhuo was surprised. Did the Taoist priest really intend to give the painting to her? There was a thunder drum in her heart. If she said that she was not moved by these two paintings, it would be a lie. She just understood their value and did not dare to accept them.
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, and Hua Zhuo looked up at the sky. There were two masters and disciples, the older one and the younger one.
The Taoist priest snorted heavily, with an "I knew it" expression, and asked again: "Did he give the painting to you?"
Thinking of this, she simply rolled up her sleeves and reorganized the storage room. She arranged the books neatly, brushed off the dust, and put the scrolls into the basket. Some of the ones scattered on the ground were also re-rolled and tied. I admired it by the way. The little Taoist boy is right when he says that every piece of calligraphy and painting collected by this Taoist priest is indeed excellent. With this appreciation ability, I am afraid that the Taoist priest himself may be a master of calligraphy and painting.
"The disobedient little bastard showed you the painting?"
Within the small north bank, there are already two strange people. Could it be that Jiuli Creek is indeed a geomantic treasure? Otherwise, how could the ancestors of Rongan Hall choose to build their old house here.
The Taoist priest frowned. He had a big beard, and when he frowned, he looked a bit sinister.
The little Taoist boy was tired from rolling. He was lying on the edge of a bluestone with his chin propped up to rest. When he suddenly heard this call, he let out an ouch and said, "Master, don't be upset, I'll keep rolling..."
"It's really..."
Hua Zhuo was frightened, fearing that he would embarrass the little Taoist boy, so he hurriedly said, "I made the request first."
The Taoist priest kicked the Taoist boy so hard that he rolled all over the floor, and his freshly washed white body was instantly covered with dust. Qiqiao was shocked, and quickly put her clothes on the little Taoist boy, helped him up, and said angrily to the Taoist priest: "Why are you beating someone? He is still a child..."
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, this little guy... is trying too hard, one person is still too few? After all, she is also the lady's personal maid, okay
Hua Zhuo suddenly had sweat on his forehead. He had heard somewhere that even when the Holy Emperor took a bath, there were not so many maids to serve him.
"Wait... this painting..." Hua Zhuo held the painting, a little helpless. Although there were only two pictures, they were both long scrolls. Her hands were sore after holding them for a long time. Moreover, such a rare treasure could not be given away quickly. When she went back, she was really afraid of doing something bad, and she couldn't even afford to pay for selling her.
The Taoist priest snorted heavily, with an "I knew it" expression, and asked again: "Did he give the painting to you?"
"Stop!" the Taoist priest roared.
The little Taoist boy turned around and walked a few steps. When he turned around and saw that Qiqiao had not followed, he jumped anxiously: "Hey, the kitchen is over here. Come here quickly... You promised to help me wash up. Don't go back on your word. Those who go back on their word." It’s a puppy…”
"snort!"
Qiqiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she slapped the Taoist priest's hand away with all her strength. The Taoist priest didn't use any force at all. She slapped it away. The Taoist stamped his foot again, and with a bang, the whole Taoist temple shook again. Qiqiao was shocked. She said "Ah" and took a few steps back, her face turning pale. This time she finally understood what the previous wavering was about.
Turning around, he looked back step by step. Although he was reluctant to let go, he finally left the hiding room. He was about to brush his clothes and remove the dust from his body. Unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly darkened, but a tall figure blocked the light, and then Then I heard a hoarse voice asking: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Hua Zhuo was frightened, fearing that he would embarrass the little Taoist boy, so he hurriedly said, "I made the request first."
The Taoist priest snorted heavily, with an "I knew it" expression, and asked again: "Did he give the painting to you?"
"Ah, Master, why did you come out?"
With this idea in her mind, Hua Zhuo put the two long scrolls into the painting box, and then reluctantly glanced at the storage room. She really wanted to appreciate all the calligraphy and paintings here one by one, but after all, the owner did not agree, and she entered without permission. It's too much. Cleaning it up is just a slight apology, but if you stay for a long time, you really don't know how to move forward or retreat.
Hua Zhuo was speechless. Can you guess this? Then I thought about it, a disciple is better than a teacher. If the little Taoist boy lifts his leg, the Taoist priest will know whether he wants to eat or to defecate.
Hua Zhuo shook his head and took a deep breath involuntarily. If his father or Mr. Du saw this mess, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood. The last thing they would hate to see is someone destroying books, calligraphy and paintings.
"Stop!" the Taoist priest roared.
"Ah, Master, why did you come out?"
"Ahem... I just want to enjoy this little Taoist life for once..." The little Taoist boy twisted his nose, glanced at Qiqiao, and suddenly sighed, "It's just one, that's all. I'm just a little Taoist priest..."
"Stop!" the Taoist priest roared.
The little Taoist boy turned around and walked a few steps. When he turned around and saw that Qiqiao had not followed, he jumped anxiously: "Hey, the kitchen is over here. Come here quickly... You promised to help me wash up. Don't go back on your word. Those who go back on their word." It’s a puppy…”
"Yes." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Hua Zhuo had no choice but to respond.
"Yes." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Hua Zhuo had no choice but to respond.
The little Taoist boy was tired from rolling. He was lying on the edge of a bluestone with his chin propped up to rest. When he suddenly heard this call, he let out an ouch and said, "Master, don't be upset, I'll keep rolling..."
The little Taoist boy was tired from rolling. He was lying on the edge of a bluestone with his chin propped up to rest. When he suddenly heard this call, he let out an ouch and said, "Master, don't be upset, I'll keep rolling..."
"Wait... this painting..." Hua Zhuo held the painting, a little helpless. Although there were only two pictures, they were both long scrolls. Her hands were sore after holding them for a long time. Moreover, such a rare treasure could not be given away quickly. When she went back, she was really afraid of doing something bad, and she couldn't even afford to pay for selling her.
After a while, the Taoist priest strode out, stared at his big gong eyes, and asked, "You didn't pick up the painting?"
Do you really want to send it
The Taoist priest stopped snorting this time. He stamped his foot, hard, and the sole of his foot hit the ground. The whole Taoist temple swayed three times. Hua Zhuo was so shocked that she almost ran out of the door. She didn't want to be hit by the collapsed roof. Smashed to death. Also, is this Taoist priest Hercules? One stomp of the foot can have such power. If he stomps two more feet, the ground will crack.
With this idea in her mind, Hua Zhuo put the two long scrolls into the painting box, and then reluctantly glanced at the storage room. She really wanted to appreciate all the calligraphy and paintings here one by one, but after all, the owner did not agree, and she entered without permission. It's too much. Cleaning it up is just a slight apology, but if you stay for a long time, you really don't know how to move forward or retreat.
Hua Zhuo was suddenly a little speechless. If she guessed correctly, then there were some hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Jiuli River. Although she had never seen Master Zheng Shan, she could tell that he was extraordinary just by looking at the long scroll. This Taoist Priest He must be a strange person to be a close friend of Zheng Shan and have such a large collection of calligraphy and paintings.
The little Taoist boy was tired from rolling. He was lying on the edge of a bluestone with his chin propped up to rest. When he suddenly heard this call, he let out an ouch and said, "Master, don't be upset, I'll keep rolling..."
Hua Zhuo was frightened, fearing that he would embarrass the little Taoist boy, so he hurriedly said, "I made the request first."
The little Taoist boy was so eloquent that the Taoist priest shouted "get out" several times, so he rolled on the ground even harder.
"Oh... I almost forgot..." The little Taoist boy had already turned the corner. Hearing Hua Zhuo's voice, he poked half of his head out from the base of the wall, "It's too heavy. Isn't it tiring to carry it around, little sister?" If you like this painting, you can take it home and hang it in the open window, so that old man Fang won’t have to brag about how many good paintings he has collected every day. I hope I won’t give him a slap in the face this time..." After that, he He retracted his head and pulled Qiqiao to boil hot water.
The roof didn't fall down, but the little Taoist boy rolled over naked and crawled over.
The little Taoist boy was startled for a moment and said, "You want to help me take a bath?" He suddenly turned serious and shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, master said that I am a boy and cannot let women touch me..."
The little Taoist boy was so eloquent that the Taoist priest shouted "get out" several times, so he rolled on the ground even harder.
Hua Zhuo looked at the Taoist priest, and when he was discovered by the Taoist priest, he shouted again: "I'll give it away as soon as I give it away. Once I say it, it's as important as Mount Tai. There is no reason to regret it." Then he raised his hand and grabbed the little Taoist boy's ear. "If you don't say anything, don't say anything. When did you remember it? Sooner or later, I will teach you all these things as a teacher. If you talk more in the future, your mouth will be sewn..."
Hua Zhuo was startled, and when she looked closely, she saw a dirty Taoist priest with a beard on his face. His clothes, as well as the loose Taoist bun on his head, were exactly the same as the little Taoist boy. Sure enough, he was the same master and disciple. She knew the little Taoist boy. Who put the Taoist bun on it
Thinking of this, she simply rolled up her sleeves and reorganized the storage room. She arranged the books neatly, brushed off the dust, and put the scrolls into the basket. Some of the ones scattered on the ground were also re-rolled and tied. I admired it by the way. The little Taoist boy is right when he says that every piece of calligraphy and painting collected by this Taoist priest is indeed excellent. With this appreciation ability, I am afraid that the Taoist priest himself may be a master of calligraphy and painting.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, Master didn't use any force..." The little Taoist boy jumped around Qiqiao twice, and then took the initiative to lie down on the ground, "Master, I'll roll a few more times, don't be angry, these paintings are here. I can't eat or drink, which is worse than garbage. This young lady allowed me to go to her calligraphy and painting shop to beg for sweets at any time, so I gave her the painting. It's worth every penny."
"Yes." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Hua Zhuo had no choice but to respond.
Qiqiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she slapped the Taoist priest's hand away with all her strength. The Taoist priest didn't use any force at all. She slapped it away. The Taoist stamped his foot again, and with a bang, the whole Taoist temple shook again. Qiqiao was shocked. She said "Ah" and took a few steps back, her face turning pale. This time she finally understood what the previous wavering was about.
"Ah, Master, why did you come out?"
The Taoist priest was too lazy to quarrel with the two girls, so he snatched the painting from the little Taoist boy's hand, stuffed it into Qiqiao's arms, and then pushed and chased the two girls out of the Taoist temple. Close tightly.
Hua Zhuo was suddenly a little speechless. If she guessed correctly, then there were some hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Jiuli River. Although she had never seen Master Zheng Shan, she could tell that he was extraordinary just by looking at the long scroll. This Taoist Priest He must be a strange person to be a close friend of Zheng Shan and have such a large collection of calligraphy and paintings.
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, and Hua Zhuo looked up at the sky. There were two masters and disciples, the older one and the younger one.
Hua Zhuo replied: "The paintings collected by the Taoist Master are rare treasures. How dare I be ashamed to accept them? They have been returned to the box."
"Get in and take out the painting." The Taoist priest's eyes twitched and he kicked him into the studio.
The little Taoist boy just came out of Sanqing Hall with the painting in his hands. The treasure room must be at the back of the hall. She just wanted to be a good person and send the painting back by herself.
Qiqiao grabbed her clothes and followed behind, saying loudly: "Wait, don't run, I haven't put on my clothes yet..."
"You little bastard, you gave me another painting... Don't forget to eat, not fight... Tell me, how much did you give me this time? Look, look, the storage room is so clean, why do you work so hard, little bastard? , have you given away all your paintings..."
"Wait... this painting..." Hua Zhuo held the painting, a little helpless. Although there were only two pictures, they were both long scrolls. Her hands were sore after holding them for a long time. Moreover, such a rare treasure could not be given away quickly. When she went back, she was really afraid of doing something bad, and she couldn't even afford to pay for selling her.
Hua Zhuo was surprised. Did the Taoist priest really intend to give the painting to her? There was a thunder drum in her heart. If she said that she was not moved by these two paintings, it would be a lie. She just understood their value and did not dare to accept them.
"The disobedient little bastard showed you the painting?"
When you go back, do you want to visit Guixi Academy again
After a while, the little Taoist boy staggered out with two long scrolls in his arms. He walked around the Taoist priest and walked to Hua Zhuo. He said, "Sister, I gave you these paintings. What are you doing when you put them back? You're so tired." I have to get it again, pick it up quickly, I’m dying again.”
When you go back, do you want to visit Guixi Academy again
"You little bastard, you gave me another painting... Don't forget to eat, not fight... Tell me, how much did you give me this time? Look, look, the storage room is so clean, why do you work so hard, little bastard? , have you given away all your paintings..."
Hua Zhuo replied: "The paintings collected by the Taoist Master are rare treasures. How dare I be ashamed to accept them? They have been returned to the box."
Qiqiao: "..."
This time it was Hua Zhuo's turn to be dumbfounded. She had no doubt that if she really took away these two paintings, Xiao Tao Tong's master, the owner of this Taoist temple, might fight her to the death. I used to think that the young Falun novice was bold enough to dare to sneak into Lingquan to make tea, but today I didn't expect to bump into a younger Taoist boy, who turned out to be even more lawless than the hairless Falun novice. She didn't dare to take away these two paintings, so she could only sigh and step into the Sanqing Palace in front of her.
The Taoist priest kicked the Taoist boy so hard that he rolled all over the floor, and his freshly washed white body was instantly covered with dust. Qiqiao was shocked, and quickly put her clothes on the little Taoist boy, helped him up, and said angrily to the Taoist priest: "Why are you beating someone? He is still a child..."
This time it was Hua Zhuo's turn to be dumbfounded. She had no doubt that if she really took away these two paintings, Xiao Tao Tong's master, the owner of this Taoist temple, might fight her to the death. I used to think that the young Falun novice was bold enough to dare to sneak into Lingquan to make tea, but today I didn't expect to bump into a younger Taoist boy, who turned out to be even more lawless than the hairless Falun novice. She didn't dare to take away these two paintings, so she could only sigh and step into the Sanqing Palace in front of her.
Qiqiao: "..."
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, Master didn't use any force..." The little Taoist boy jumped around Qiqiao twice, and then took the initiative to lie down on the ground, "Master, I'll roll a few more times, don't be angry, these paintings are here. I can't eat or drink, which is worse than garbage. This young lady allowed me to go to her calligraphy and painting shop to beg for sweets at any time, so I gave her the painting. It's worth every penny."
Within the small north bank, there are already two strange people. Could it be that Jiuli Creek is indeed a geomantic treasure? Otherwise, how could the ancestors of Rongan Hall choose to build their old house here.
"Go, go, go, every time someone comes into the temple, nothing good happens!"
Do you really want to send it
The little Taoist boy was so eloquent that the Taoist priest shouted "get out" several times, so he rolled on the ground even harder.
After a while, the Taoist priest strode out, stared at his big gong eyes, and asked, "You didn't pick up the painting?"
"Taoist Priest, a daughter of the Hua family is courteous." Hua Zhuo bowed respectfully, and then said, "My maid and I came here, and I have to invite you without saying a word to come in and pay homage to the true god. I am disturbing the Taoist Priest."
After a while, the Taoist priest strode out, stared at his big gong eyes, and asked, "You didn't pick up the painting?"
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, and Hua Zhuo looked up at the sky. There were two masters and disciples, the older one and the younger one.
"Ahem... I just want to enjoy this little Taoist life for once..." The little Taoist boy twisted his nose, glanced at Qiqiao, and suddenly sighed, "It's just one, that's all. I'm just a little Taoist priest..."
With this idea in her mind, Hua Zhuo put the two long scrolls into the painting box, and then reluctantly glanced at the storage room. She really wanted to appreciate all the calligraphy and paintings here one by one, but after all, the owner did not agree, and she entered without permission. It's too much. Cleaning it up is just a slight apology, but if you stay for a long time, you really don't know how to move forward or retreat.
Hua Zhuo was startled, and when she looked closely, she saw a dirty Taoist priest with a beard on his face. His clothes, as well as the loose Taoist bun on his head, were exactly the same as the little Taoist boy. Sure enough, he was the same master and disciple. She knew the little Taoist boy. Who put the Taoist bun on it
The Taoist priest snorted heavily, with an "I knew it" expression, and asked again: "Did he give the painting to you?"
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, and Hua Zhuo looked up at the sky. There were two masters and disciples, the older one and the younger one.
Hua Zhuo shook his head and took a deep breath involuntarily. If his father or Mr. Du saw this mess, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood. The last thing they would hate to see is someone destroying books, calligraphy and paintings.
"It's really..."
Within the small north bank, there are already two strange people. Could it be that Jiuli Creek is indeed a geomantic treasure? Otherwise, how could the ancestors of Rongan Hall choose to build their old house here.
The Taoist priest obviously had no way to deal with the naughty apprentice. He roared fiercely. He heard thunder but no raindrops. He turned around and entered the storage room. He swept through the storage room that Hua Zhuo had just tidied up and felt like a strong wind passing through. In the blink of an eye, it was a mess again.
"Get in and take out the painting." The Taoist priest's eyes twitched and he kicked him into the studio.
Thinking of this, she simply rolled up her sleeves and reorganized the storage room. She arranged the books neatly, brushed off the dust, and put the scrolls into the basket. Some of the ones scattered on the ground were also re-rolled and tied. I admired it by the way. The little Taoist boy is right when he says that every piece of calligraphy and painting collected by this Taoist priest is indeed excellent. With this appreciation ability, I am afraid that the Taoist priest himself may be a master of calligraphy and painting.
"Hey, don't bully the children..."
Hua Zhuo looked at the Taoist priest, and when he was discovered by the Taoist priest, he shouted again: "I'll give it away as soon as I give it away. Once I say it, it's as important as Mount Tai. There is no reason to regret it." Then he raised his hand and grabbed the little Taoist boy's ear. "If you don't say anything, don't say anything. When did you remember it? Sooner or later, I will teach you all these things as a teacher. If you talk more in the future, your mouth will be sewn..."
The little Taoist boy was so eloquent that the Taoist priest shouted "get out" several times, so he rolled on the ground even harder.
"Oh... I almost forgot..." The little Taoist boy had already turned the corner. Hearing Hua Zhuo's voice, he poked half of his head out from the base of the wall, "It's too heavy. Isn't it tiring to carry it around, little sister?" If you like this painting, you can take it home and hang it in the open window, so that old man Fang won’t have to brag about how many good paintings he has collected every day. I hope I won’t give him a slap in the face this time..." After that, he He retracted his head and pulled Qiqiao to boil hot water.
The Taoist priest was too lazy to quarrel with the two girls, so he snatched the painting from the little Taoist boy's hand, stuffed it into Qiqiao's arms, and then pushed and chased the two girls out of the Taoist temple. Close tightly.
The corner of Hua Zhuo's mouth twitched and he couldn't bear to look any further, so he could only continue to look up at the sky.
The Taoist priest snorted heavily, with an "I knew it" expression, and asked again: "Did he give the painting to you?"
The little Taoist boy was so eloquent that the Taoist priest shouted "get out" several times, so he rolled on the ground even harder.
Hua Zhuo was suddenly a little speechless. If she guessed correctly, then there were some hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Jiuli River. Although she had never seen Master Zheng Shan, she could tell that he was extraordinary just by looking at the long scroll. This Taoist Priest He must be a strange person to be a close friend of Zheng Shan and have such a large collection of calligraphy and paintings.
"Go, go, go, every time someone comes into the temple, nothing good happens!"
After a while, the Taoist priest strode out, stared at his big gong eyes, and asked, "You didn't pick up the painting?"
Qiqiao: "..."
After a while, the Taoist priest strode out, stared at his big gong eyes, and asked, "You didn't pick up the painting?"
"It's really..."
"Hey, don't bully the children..."
Hua Zhuo replied: "The paintings collected by the Taoist Master are rare treasures. How dare I be ashamed to accept them? They have been returned to the box."
Hua Zhuo looked at the Taoist priest, and when he was discovered by the Taoist priest, he shouted again: "I'll give it away as soon as I give it away. Once I say it, it's as important as Mount Tai. There is no reason to regret it." Then he raised his hand and grabbed the little Taoist boy's ear. "If you don't say anything, don't say anything. When did you remember it? Sooner or later, I will teach you all these things as a teacher. If you talk more in the future, your mouth will be sewn..."
The corner of Hua Zhuo's mouth twitched and he couldn't bear to look any further, so he could only continue to look up at the sky.
Thinking of this, she simply rolled up her sleeves and reorganized the storage room. She arranged the books neatly, brushed off the dust, and put the scrolls into the basket. Some of the ones scattered on the ground were also re-rolled and tied. I admired it by the way. The little Taoist boy is right when he says that every piece of calligraphy and painting collected by this Taoist priest is indeed excellent. With this appreciation ability, I am afraid that the Taoist priest himself may be a master of calligraphy and painting.
Hua Zhuo replied: "The paintings collected by the Taoist Master are rare treasures. How dare I be ashamed to accept them? They have been returned to the box."
After a while, the little Taoist boy staggered out with two long scrolls in his arms. He walked around the Taoist priest and walked to Hua Zhuo. He said, "Sister, I gave you these paintings. What are you doing when you put them back? You're so tired." I have to get it again, pick it up quickly, I’m dying again.”
"snort!"
"Stop!" the Taoist priest roared.
The corner of Hua Zhuo's mouth twitched and he couldn't bear to look any further, so he could only continue to look up at the sky.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, Master didn't use any force..." The little Taoist boy jumped around Qiqiao twice, and then took the initiative to lie down on the ground, "Master, I'll roll a few more times, don't be angry, these paintings are here. I can't eat or drink, which is worse than garbage. This young lady allowed me to go to her calligraphy and painting shop to beg for sweets at any time, so I gave her the painting. It's worth every penny."
The little Taoist boy was startled for a moment and said, "You want to help me take a bath?" He suddenly turned serious and shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, master said that I am a boy and cannot let women touch me..."
The little Taoist boy was tired from rolling. He was lying on the edge of a bluestone with his chin propped up to rest. When he suddenly heard this call, he let out an ouch and said, "Master, don't be upset, I'll keep rolling..."
The little Taoist boy was so eloquent that the Taoist priest shouted "get out" several times, so he rolled on the ground even harder.
Qiqiao was dumbfounded, this little guy... is trying too hard, one person is still too few? After all, she is also the lady's personal maid, okay
"Get in and take out the painting." The Taoist priest's eyes twitched and he kicked him into the studio.
Hua Zhuo was startled, and when she looked closely, she saw a dirty Taoist priest with a beard on his face. His clothes, as well as the loose Taoist bun on his head, were exactly the same as the little Taoist boy. Sure enough, he was the same master and disciple. She knew the little Taoist boy. Who put the Taoist bun on it
The little Taoist boy was startled for a moment and said, "You want to help me take a bath?" He suddenly turned serious and shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, master said that I am a boy and cannot let women touch me..."
Qiqiao grabbed her clothes and followed behind, saying loudly: "Wait, don't run, I haven't put on my clothes yet..."
Hua Zhuo was surprised. Did the Taoist priest really intend to give the painting to her? There was a thunder drum in her heart. If she said that she was not moved by these two paintings, it would be a lie. She just understood their value and did not dare to accept them.
The little Taoist boy turned around and walked a few steps. When he turned around and saw that Qiqiao had not followed, he jumped anxiously: "Hey, the kitchen is over here. Come here quickly... You promised to help me wash up. Don't go back on your word. Those who go back on their word." It’s a puppy…”
Hua Zhuo was surprised. Did the Taoist priest really intend to give the painting to her? There was a thunder drum in her heart. If she said that she was not moved by these two paintings, it would be a lie. She just understood their value and did not dare to accept them.
Hua Zhuo was startled, and when she looked closely, she saw a dirty Taoist priest with a beard on his face. His clothes, as well as the loose Taoist bun on his head, were exactly the same as the little Taoist boy. Sure enough, he was the same master and disciple. She knew the little Taoist boy. Who put the Taoist bun on it
Hua Zhuo was frightened, fearing that he would embarrass the little Taoist boy, so he hurriedly said, "I made the request first."
Hua Zhuo was speechless. Can you guess this? Then I thought about it, a disciple is better than a teacher. If the little Taoist boy lifts his leg, the Taoist priest will know whether he wants to eat or to defecate.
Hua Zhuo looked at the Taoist priest, and when he was discovered by the Taoist priest, he shouted again: "I'll give it away as soon as I give it away. Once I say it, it's as important as Mount Tai. There is no reason to regret it." Then he raised his hand and grabbed the little Taoist boy's ear. "If you don't say anything, don't say anything. When did you remember it? Sooner or later, I will teach you all these things as a teacher. If you talk more in the future, your mouth will be sewn..."
Hua Zhuo broke out in a cold sweat. He was not going to give the painting away. He was obviously reluctant to part with it and was heartbroken, but he insisted on keeping his promise.
After a while, the little Taoist boy staggered out with two long scrolls in his arms. He walked around the Taoist priest and walked to Hua Zhuo. He said, "Sister, I gave you these paintings. What are you doing when you put them back? You're so tired." I have to get it again, pick it up quickly, I’m dying again.”
After a while, the little Taoist boy staggered out with two long scrolls in his arms. He walked around the Taoist priest and walked to Hua Zhuo. He said, "Sister, I gave you these paintings. What are you doing when you put them back? You're so tired." I have to get it again, pick it up quickly, I’m dying again.”
The storage room was not difficult to find. Just as she had guessed, it was right behind the Sanqing Hall. The little Taoist boy had not closed the door at all, so she saw it at a glance. The storage room was not big, but it was filled with books, calligraphy and paintings, some of which were even missing. On the ground, the few small footprints were very clear. They were obviously stepped on by the little Taoist boy when he came in just now.
Qiqiao grabbed her clothes and followed behind, saying loudly: "Wait, don't run, I haven't put on my clothes yet..."
"Get in and take out the painting." The Taoist priest's eyes twitched and he kicked him into the studio.
The Taoist priest kicked the Taoist boy so hard that he rolled all over the floor, and his freshly washed white body was instantly covered with dust. Qiqiao was shocked, and quickly put her clothes on the little Taoist boy, helped him up, and said angrily to the Taoist priest: "Why are you beating someone? He is still a child..."
Qiqiao grabbed her clothes and followed behind, saying loudly: "Wait, don't run, I haven't put on my clothes yet..."
Hua Zhuo broke out in a cold sweat. He was not going to give the painting away. He was obviously reluctant to part with it and was heartbroken, but he insisted on keeping his promise.
Do you really want to send it
Qiqiao: "..."
The Taoist priest stopped snorting this time. He stamped his foot, hard, and the sole of his foot hit the ground. The whole Taoist temple swayed three times. Hua Zhuo was so shocked that she almost ran out of the door. She didn't want to be hit by the collapsed roof. Smashed to death. Also, is this Taoist priest Hercules? One stomp of the foot can have such power. If he stomps two more feet, the ground will crack.
After a while, the Taoist priest strode out, stared at his big gong eyes, and asked, "You didn't pick up the painting?"
After a while, the Taoist priest strode out, stared at his big gong eyes, and asked, "You didn't pick up the painting?"
The roof didn't fall down, but the little Taoist boy rolled over naked and crawled over.
Hua Zhuo was frightened, fearing that he would embarrass the little Taoist boy, so he hurriedly said, "I made the request first."
Turning around, he looked back step by step. Although he was reluctant to let go, he finally left the hiding room. He was about to brush his clothes and remove the dust from his body. Unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly darkened, but a tall figure blocked the light, and then Then I heard a hoarse voice asking: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The Taoist priest snorted heavily, with an "I knew it" expression, and asked again: "Did he give the painting to you?"
Hua Zhuo looked at the Taoist priest, and when he was discovered by the Taoist priest, he shouted again: "I'll give it away as soon as I give it away. Once I say it, it's as important as Mount Tai. There is no reason to regret it." Then he raised his hand and grabbed the little Taoist boy's ear. "If you don't say anything, don't say anything. When did you remember it? Sooner or later, I will teach you all these things as a teacher. If you talk more in the future, your mouth will be sewn..."
The Taoist priest stopped snorting this time. He stamped his foot, hard, and the sole of his foot hit the ground. The whole Taoist temple swayed three times. Hua Zhuo was so shocked that she almost ran out of the door. She didn't want to be hit by the collapsed roof. Smashed to death. Also, is this Taoist priest Hercules? One stomp of the foot can have such power. If he stomps two more feet, the ground will crack.
"Hey, don't bully the children..."
"Yes." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Hua Zhuo had no choice but to respond.
Hua Zhuo broke out in a cold sweat. He was not going to give the painting away. He was obviously reluctant to part with it and was heartbroken, but he insisted on keeping his promise.
The little Taoist boy was tired from rolling. He was lying on the edge of a bluestone with his chin propped up to rest. When he suddenly heard this call, he let out an ouch and said, "Master, don't be upset, I'll keep rolling..."
Thinking of this, she simply rolled up her sleeves and reorganized the storage room. She arranged the books neatly, brushed off the dust, and put the scrolls into the basket. Some of the ones scattered on the ground were also re-rolled and tied. I admired it by the way. The little Taoist boy is right when he says that every piece of calligraphy and painting collected by this Taoist priest is indeed excellent. With this appreciation ability, I am afraid that the Taoist priest himself may be a master of calligraphy and painting.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, Master didn't use any force..." The little Taoist boy jumped around Qiqiao twice, and then took the initiative to lie down on the ground, "Master, I'll roll a few more times, don't be angry, these paintings are here. I can't eat or drink, which is worse than garbage. This young lady allowed me to go to her calligraphy and painting shop to beg for sweets at any time, so I gave her the painting. It's worth every penny."
Hua Zhuo was surprised. Did the Taoist priest really intend to give the painting to her? There was a thunder drum in her heart. If she said that she was not moved by these two paintings, it would be a lie. She just understood their value and did not dare to accept them.
Thinking of this, she simply rolled up her sleeves and reorganized the storage room. She arranged the books neatly, brushed off the dust, and put the scrolls into the basket. Some of the ones scattered on the ground were also re-rolled and tied. I admired it by the way. The little Taoist boy is right when he says that every piece of calligraphy and painting collected by this Taoist priest is indeed excellent. With this appreciation ability, I am afraid that the Taoist priest himself may be a master of calligraphy and painting.
"Oh... I almost forgot..." The little Taoist boy had already turned the corner. Hearing Hua Zhuo's voice, he poked half of his head out from the base of the wall, "It's too heavy. Isn't it tiring to carry it around, little sister?" If you like this painting, you can take it home and hang it in the open window, so that old man Fang won’t have to brag about how many good paintings he has collected every day. I hope I won’t give him a slap in the face this time..." After that, he He retracted his head and pulled Qiqiao to boil hot water.
"Hey, don't bully the children..."
Hua Zhuo was slightly embarrassed and said, "I was rude for not informing the Taoist Master in advance."
The Taoist priest was too lazy to quarrel with the two girls, so he snatched the painting from the little Taoist boy's hand, stuffed it into Qiqiao's arms, and then pushed and chased the two girls out of the Taoist temple. Close tightly.
"Ahem... I just want to enjoy this little Taoist life for once..." The little Taoist boy twisted his nose, glanced at Qiqiao, and suddenly sighed, "It's just one, that's all. I'm just a little Taoist priest..."
Qiqiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she slapped the Taoist priest's hand away with all her strength. The Taoist priest didn't use any force at all. She slapped it away. The Taoist stamped his foot again, and with a bang, the whole Taoist temple shook again. Qiqiao was shocked. She said "Ah" and took a few steps back, her face turning pale. This time she finally understood what the previous wavering was about.
When you go back, do you want to visit Guixi Academy again
The little Taoist boy's face turned red, but his face was dirty and the redness could not be seen. His eyes rolled around a few times and he said: "I heard that young masters from rich families have to be sixteen or seventeen years old to take a bath." Eight maids serve..."
The Taoist priest kicked the Taoist boy so hard that he rolled all over the floor, and his freshly washed white body was instantly covered with dust. Qiqiao was shocked, and quickly put her clothes on the little Taoist boy, helped him up, and said angrily to the Taoist priest: "Why are you beating someone? He is still a child..."
The little Taoist boy was tired from rolling. He was lying on the edge of a bluestone with his chin propped up to rest. When he suddenly heard this call, he let out an ouch and said, "Master, don't be upset, I'll keep rolling..."
"You little bastard, you gave me another painting... Don't forget to eat, not fight... Tell me, how much did you give me this time? Look, look, the storage room is so clean, why do you work so hard, little bastard? , have you given away all your paintings..."
"Go, go, go, every time someone comes into the temple, nothing good happens!"
The little Taoist boy was so eloquent that the Taoist priest shouted "get out" several times, so he rolled on the ground even harder.
Hua Zhuo was startled, and when she looked closely, she saw a dirty Taoist priest with a beard on his face. His clothes, as well as the loose Taoist bun on his head, were exactly the same as the little Taoist boy. Sure enough, he was the same master and disciple. She knew the little Taoist boy. Who put the Taoist bun on it
"Yes." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Hua Zhuo had no choice but to respond.
Hua Zhuo replied: "The paintings collected by the Taoist Master are rare treasures. How dare I be ashamed to accept them? They have been returned to the box."
The Taoist priest was too lazy to quarrel with the two girls, so he snatched the painting from the little Taoist boy's hand, stuffed it into Qiqiao's arms, and then pushed and chased the two girls out of the Taoist temple. Close tightly.
Qiqiao grabbed her clothes and followed behind, saying loudly: "Wait, don't run, I haven't put on my clothes yet..."
"Pfft... hahaha..." Qiqiao laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight. "How old are you... You are just a little kid. Your master is not a good person. How can he teach you so randomly..."
"The disobedient little bastard showed you the painting?"