Han Li lay there, resting enough, then got up, cleaned up a little, and saw that Bai Long and Zhao Jia couldn't wait for a long time, so he said, "Let's go, let's go in." ”

"Uh-huh. ”

I followed the clean and tidy path and came to the outside of the bamboo house.

At this time, there were still a few pairs of shoes and a bucket of water.

Needless to say, you need to take off your shoes and wash your feet when you enter the bamboo house, and you know that when you come here, your feet can't be clean, you have to wash them.

"Wash, don't wait for anyone to say it. ”

Han Li's shoes were already soaked with mud, so he immediately retreated, picked up the gourd scoop, and went to wash his feet.

When Bai Long and Zhao Jia saw it, they followed suit, washed their feet, and waited for their feet to be clean, then they walked up and knocked lightly on the bamboo door.

Actually, the door was open.

It's just not wide-ranging.

You don't need to be greeted, you can push the door in.

But it's better to be respectful when you come to do things.

"I am a real disciple of Huanglong, and today I specially came here on the order of my master to ask to see the soul painter, and I also asked the soul painter to meet me. ”

Han Li bowed his hand in greeting.

“••••••”

There was no movement in there.

Han Li, Bai Long, and Zhao Jia were a little flustered, and when they looked at each other, they said, "You're shouting." ”

"yes, okay. ”

Han Li threw up his hand and shouted again, "I am a true disciple of Huanglong, and I have come here today on a mission to ask to see the Soul Painter, and I also invite the Soul Painter to meet me. ”

This time.

Still no sound.

"I'll go, it won't be nobody. ”

"Impossible, didn't you see? There are shoes at the door, there must be someone. ”

"That's right, that's deliberately not seeing us. ”

The three hesitated.

Han Li gritted his teeth and said, "Ten is no more than three, I'm asking once." ”

This time, his voice was louder, "Han Li, a true disciple of Huanglong, came here to visit, and asked the soul painter to meet him. There was impatience in his voice.

Through the grievances in my heart.

Han Li could be said to be a little bolder this time.

As a result, there is a sound inside.

There was a whining voice in the displeasure, "If I don't pay attention to you, it means that I am busy with things, you kid, you are still shouting one and two, two and three, what are you doing." ”

Then a young man came out.

He was slightly older than Han Li and slightly younger than Zhao Jia.

It's a young man.

It was slightly inconvenient to walk, and then he came out: "Hmph, it's you, what, I'm not convinced, I've come to the door." "You can hear it.

He's the rice thief.

"It's you!"

"You're a soul painter. ”

Han Li, Bai Long, and Zhao Jia recognized it, slightly vigilant.

But it can also be seen that this person has been injured, and he has not healed, and he walks a little lame and his face is pale, no, not injured, but seriously injured.

"I, we are here this time on the order of Huanglong Zhenren, not because of you, or just in time. ”

Han Li arched his hand.

"Hmph, I don't think you have the guts. ”

The soul painter looked disdainful, then looked at the three of them, washed their feet and said, "Okay, come in, Huanglong Zhenren has some friendship with my master, and it doesn't hurt to meet you." ”

"Sure enough. ”

Zhao Jia snorted.

Shows everything.

This soul painter is not the soul painter in this black water swamp, but the disciple of the soul painter, no wonder he went to steal rice and eat it, if it is a soul painter, he is also a famous figure, so he will not be so obscene.

At this time, he smiled, "You are a disciple of the soul painter." ”

"Nonsense, I've said it all, my master is a soul painter, and I am naturally a disciple of a soul painter, but I can also be called a soul painter, haha, my realm has long been enough. ”

Be at ease.

But he coughed again, "cough!", "cough!", and the violent thing should be that the internal injury has not healed.

"Haha. ”

Zhao Jia just sneered.

The soul painter was unhappy, "What right do you have to laugh at me, I was injured by a drought, just by you, I can pinch you to death with one hand." ”

"When I find my soul, it's not certain who will win or lose. ”

"Hmph, can you find it? Not necessarily. ”

"Cut, how did you know I couldn't find it. ”

"Then you can find one for me to see. ”

The two also quarreled.

As a result, at this time, a voice came from inside, "Li Tang, don't quarrel with the guests, come in, they are all acquaintances, don't be so restrained." ”

"Yes, Master, please. ”

Only then did he bend down and lead the way.

"Uh-huh. ”

Han Li took the ancient painting, but instead became the leader, he walked inside, walked through a row of corridors, and arrived at the bamboo house at the back, and suddenly became enlightened.

There's a guy painting there.

Wearing a robe and coat, he has long hair and is very stylish.

And he doesn't look very old, he seems to be only in his thirties, but his temples are gray, and he looks a little old, of course, none of this matters.

Important:

He was actually Han Li's Zeng teacher.

"I'll go. ”

Han Li had a clever moment and involuntarily stepped back, it could be said that he was startled, "You, you, you, you, you••••••" said a series of you.

I didn't say anything after that.

"How can you talk to my master, you have to use honorific titles, your master didn't teach you. ”

The man named Li Tang snorted.

Han Li's eyes widened dumbfounded, "Zeng, Zeng, Teacher Zeng." ”

"Haha, Han Li, I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect to meet here. ”

That's right.

The soul painter was actually Teacher Zeng who taught Han Li to draw.

At this time, he stood with his hands in his hands, his momentum remained the same, he smiled faintly, put down his pen with a light smile, walked out, and said happily: "Why is this expression, are you so surprised when you see me?"

"Huh?!"

Han Li was stunned and came back to his senses, looked up and down again, and then said, "Well, I'm very surprised, I, I didn't expect that you, you are actually a soul painter, haha, by the way, your painting is painting souls, that's right, you are a soul painter." ”

At this point, everything seemed to suddenly open up.

No wonder Teacher Zeng painted so well, but he still didn't have much fame, it turned out to be deliberate, just cultivating in the world, and he couldn't help arching his hand, "Teacher Zeng, disciple, I've met." ”

"Good, good, good. ”

Teacher Zeng smiled faintly.

"Disciple?!"

"Master?!"

"Teacher Zeng?!"

This time, it was Zhao Jia, Bai Long, and another Li Tang who were surprised, which can be described as dumbfounded, and they all opened their mouths wide in disbelief and their eyes widened.

Especially Li Tang, he was blinded, "Master, you, you, when did you accept him as a disciple of this stupid boy." ”

"It's a long story, it's a long story. ”

Lehehe, he could feel that he still valued Han Li very much.

"I'm Nima. ”

Li Tang was speechless.

Bai Long and Zhao Jia were also confused, "The soul painter is your master, Han Li, you, what's the situation with you." ”

"yes, why didn't you say it in advance. ”

"I didn't know in advance, haha, haha. ”

Han Li smiled and was very happy and excited, although he also knew that there were still things to do, and there were all kinds of tricks, but he was still more or less happy in his heart.

Because I met friends and relatives in this deep mountain, yes, Teacher Zeng was a relative to Han Li, and he was his most beloved teacher.

I couldn't help but bow again, "Teacher Zeng, the disciple is really happy to meet you, so happy, so happy." "A heartfelt smile.

Because only in this way does it seem to be worthy of the identity of Teacher Zeng.

Everything is so natural, it's all so natural.