"Little friend, you said you wanted a painting?"

In front of a row of wooden houses behind the side hall next to the main hall of Wudang Mountain in the mist, a middle-aged fat Taoist with black hair was a little confused.

"Dao Chief, that's exactly the case. ”

The person who humbly asked for a painting in front of him was Zhang Hong.

They just came to Wudang today, and everyone else went to play, only Zhang Hong, Lin Muqing, and Li Shanqi came to find Huang Xicheng.

However, Huang Xicheng didn't see it, but he saw a Taoist leader.

"That's fine, but which faction are you, little friend?"

The Taoist chief looked suspicious.

This place is the usual place for Wudangmen people to rest and is not open to the public, except for the same door and the TV station that notified in advance, no one else should come here.

Zhang Hong bowed: "Dao Chief! Uncle Xia was a member of the Daomen back then, but then he went down the mountain to marry a wife and have children, and the biggest regret in this life is that he didn't leave anything as a souvenir! He is not in good health now, and he just came to ask a painting of Mobao to go back and leave a memory for him! I also hope that Dao Chang can fulfill his filial piety in the next piece!"

This is a deception.

His uncle is in good health, and he has never been a Taoist priest at all.

But I read a lot of martial arts novels.

Zhang Hong admits that one of the most memorable martial arts novels he has ever seen was from his uncle.

"Wind Flower Sword Snow Moon Knife".

And this novel is also his enlightenment.

Ahem......

Dao Chief's expression softened a lot: "For the sake of your filial piety...... But why did Xiaoyou come to my Wudang to ask for paintings? Longhu Mountain is logically better. ”

"No, no, no. Zhang Hong hurriedly patted his ass, "In my heart, there is only one family that can represent the Daomen, and that is Wudang! What Longhu Mountain! I have never heard of it!"

If there is a chance to go to Longhu Mountain in the future, Zhang Hong will also say the same thing over there.

It's just that the "Dragon and Tiger Mountain" in the words will be replaced with "Wudang Mountain".

The Taoist chief immediately became a lot kinder: "It's not good, Xiaoyou's words are too exaggerated, not good, not good." ”

Zhang Hong grinned and didn't speak.

Dao Chief, the corners of your mouth are almost the back of your head, you can't be too hypocritical.

"Dao Chief, I don't know what to ask for......

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. The Taoist wanted to smile, but forcibly held back.

He waved his hand: "We have a disciple of the younger generation who came back from studying in Fusang, and his painting level is okay. Don't move around here first, and call him out to him. ”

"Then thank you, Chief. ”

The Taoist chief nodded, and turned around to go to the wing room to call someone.

But halfway through, he turned around and asked, "By the way, Xiaoyou, what do you want to become? Sanfeng Patriarch or Sanqing Portrait?"

"Ahem, what's that. Zhang Hong coughed dryly twice and said with a smile, "The Grand Priest Wang Lama of the Shaolin Temple Office in Wudang Mountain, and the correct goddess." ”

Yang Bodhisattva can't be invited in Wudang, so he has to go to Antarctica.

No, in fact, according to the setting, please Yang Bodhisattva should not go to Antarctica, but to the Pacific Ocean.

The Taoist chief was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he plucked out his ears: "What did you say?"

"Shaolin Temple's office in Wudang Mountain, the great priest Wang Lama, and the correct goddess. Zhang Hong smiled and repeated.

The Taoist chief's face darkened: "Boy, are you a poor Taoist who can't beat you to death?"

Zhang Hong smiled slightly: "Dao Chief, I have paid for it." ”

Dao Chang's face darkened: "Most of Wudang Mountain is managed by national tourism agencies, what does it have to do with poor roads when you buy tickets?"

"I paid 50,000 yuan, which was donated directly to you Wudang. Zhang Hong said lightly.

"Oh, that's fine, little friend, wait a moment. The Taoist chief performed what is called "Dao Ye's face".

Fifty thousand is not much, but the money is directly for them to improve their food.

Not bad either.

Ten minutes later, a young Taoist priest walked out.

He has an ordinary appearance, an average height, and an ordinary figure.

In short, he is an ordinary young man.

However, with the Dao bun on the top of the head, and the Taoist robe, there is also a little bit of the smell of social animals.

Yes, not the fairy wind bone.

His dark circles under his eyes, as well as the appearance of kidney deficiency that he didn't wake up, looked like an old social animal.

When he saw Zhang Hong, he was still a little puzzled: "I heard that Uncle Shi said that this layman is looking for poor people to paint?"

His uncle didn't say anything about painting.

Zhang Hong smiled slightly: "This is not in a hurry." ”

He snapped his fingers, and Li Shanqi walked out from behind.

"Xicheng, it's been a long time. ”

Huang Xicheng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Brother Yamazaki, you have also returned to China?"

Li Shanqi glanced at Zhang Hong, saw that he was encouraging, and deliberately raised his left hand holding the mobile phone and scratched his cheek.

The corners of Li Shanqi's eyes twitched, and he smiled reluctantly: "I just wanted to ask you, we accidentally walked in, and I heard that we will be fined." Are there any trails in the back mountains where you can go down? Usually no one has the kind of people who don't have cameras. ”

"Yes. Huang Xicheng was defenseless, "Just go out of the yard in front of you and turn left and walk straight for a hundred meters, there is a path that can go down the mountain directly, and no one usually walks, and there is no surveillance." What's wrong?"

"It's fine, there's another problem. Li Shanqi smiled unnaturally, "You've drawn 18X comics in Fuso before, right? I remember you also went to comic conventions in disguise and sold thousands of copies." ”

Huang Xicheng waved his hand and said: "Alas, don't mention it, it's all forced by life." I learned to draw to do motion design, but this thing is quite expensive, and I can't help it, so I can only draw something unsightly to make some money. Don't tell my parents about this, no one here in Wudang knows about it, and I'm going to bring this secret into the coffin.

By the way, why are you asking this?"

Li Shanqi watched Zhang Hong completely record the whole process of the conversation between the two.

He sighed and said, "Brother, don't blame me, I don't want to." ”

Huang Xicheng slowed down his mind and asked: "Don't want to do anything?"

"Nothing. Zhang Hong interjected.

"Hey, hey, hey......" He smiled like he didn't look like a good person, and he still held the phone he had just finished recording, and then asked a question, "Zodiac chief, do you know about movie storyboards?"

Huang Xicheng was stunned.

Looking at the evil smile on Zhang Hong's face, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Subconsciously took a half step back, and he said vigilantly: "What do you mean? I warn you, don't come here!"

Zhang Hongwei walked over to him with a smile: "It's okay~ our time...... It's still a long time~~ I'll tell ♂ ♂ you slowly ♂ ♂~~~"

Listening to the whispers of the demons behind him and the Taoist priest who was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, from struggle to compromise, from anger to despair, Li Shanqi looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle and closed his eyes.

A crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry, Lao Huang, I don't want to. This hell...... You can go down with me......"

PS: Daily ask for recommendation tickets and ask for a reward 2/2!

Sorry, but the overnight dish is really not edible.

Especially the kind that is too lazy to get hot when taken out of the fridge.

I felt like I was getting dehydrated in the bathroom, and I was unconscious.

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