The Five Peaks View is still the Five Peaks View, the front hall and the back yard add up to a total of only a dozen rooms, and the surrounding walls are still only a little more than a meter......

However, there are a lot of people who burn incense in the temple, and Meng Zhe even saw people with foreign accents, kneeling three times and knocking nine times in front of the Sanqing statue.

Of course, there are no Taoist priests or monks who peddle 88, 188, 588, or 1888 giant incense candles in the temple; There are no monks or Taoist priests who take the opportunity of free unsigning to hold a signature book full of high incense money, inducing new pilgrims to have a comparison mentality and invest more incense money.

Yes, it's just a few Taoists of different heights, but kind-hearted, who are free to sign for pilgrims.

Wang Laodao, whom Meng Zhe wanted to see, was not among these Taoists - after all, he was old, so Wang Laodao would come out every morning to solve the lottery for about 1 hour, and most of the rest of the time he was meditating in the apse to nourish his qi.

Jiang Bai seemed to be quite familiar with the Taoist in the view, and after leading Meng Zhe and his two big loli to burn incense, he talked in a low voice with a Taoist who was over half a hundred years old.

I don't know what Jiang Bai said, the Taoist who was talking to him looked at Meng Zhe differently, and then turned around and went to the apse.

After a short while, the Taoist turned out from behind the statue of Sanqing, walked straight to the hood and said, "Come with me, the real person wants to see you." ”

After speaking, the Taoist turned around and left, Meng Zhe glanced up at Jiang Bai, and found that Jiang Bai signaled to let him go alone, so he hurriedly walked a few steps to follow the Taoist who passed the word. The Taoist walked too fast, and Meng Zhe was in a hurry to catch up, so he even forgot to take off the Jiang Xiyao painting clip he was carrying.

In the backyard of the Taoist temple, Meng Zhe once glimpsed that the peach tree in which Wang Lao Dao practiced martial arts was still there, but at this moment there was no peach blossom, only a full of peach leaves and a few ripe crimson peaches.

The Taoist led Meng Zhe through the path between the peach trees, and finally came to a blue brick hut located next to a large locust tree.

"There are real people and guests, you wait outside the door for a while."

Pointing to the stone table and stone bench under the big locust tree, after the Taoist who led the way finished speaking, he didn't wait for Meng Zhe to answer, and turned straight away.

Looking at the Taoist who was drifting away, Meng Zhe couldn't help but shake his head, this Taoist priest is really cold-faced and cold-hearted! Of course, the sigh is over, and Meng Zhe is not angry because he was hung here, after all, there are too many people in the Taoist temple, right?

Listening calmly, Meng Zhe vaguely heard the sound of conversation coming from the house, but it was only through the wall, so he couldn't hear it clearly at all, it seemed to be something related to Taoist thought.

Meng Zhe was not in the habit of eavesdropping on other people's conversations, so he turned around and took two steps and sat down on the stone bench farthest from the hut. When he sat down, Meng Zhe realized that he was still carrying Jiang Xiyao's painting folder, and he wanted to send the painting folder back, but he was afraid that the conversation in the house would end and he would not be there, so he could only give up.

So, Meng Zhe casually put Jiang Xiyao's picture folder, which I don't know what was in it, so it looked bulging, on the stone table engraved with nineteen vertical and nineteen horizontal Go lines.

Knowing this, Meng Zhe sat on the stone bench and waited for the end of the conversation in the room. But to Meng Zhe's disappointment, the conversation in the room continued, and after sitting for about half an hour, Meng Zhe finally couldn't sit still.

Stretching out his hand, Meng Zhe picked up the painting folder on the stone table, spread it out and looked at him, but found that Jiang Xiyao not only put paper and pen in the painter, but even loaded 24 colored pencils.

The stack of painting paper placed in the cloth bag on the left side of the folder, the top one is Jiang Xiyao's copy of the soft-sounding girl 'Zimeow', which has been painted with colors. It's just that Zimeow's hair was painted golden yellow by Jiang Weirui, and her pupils were painted sapphire blue......

Oh, in order to pass the boring time, then I will draw something.

But what exactly is good to draw?

Meng Zhe looked left and right, but for a moment he couldn't think of what to draw, his eyes swept around randomly, until he landed on the stone table with the patterns of Go again, and finally found what he wanted to draw-

There you have it, let's draw an anime game diagram.

Without thinking, Meng Zhe's alarm clock came up with such a picture: golden sand, red maple leaves, black and white chess pieces strangling and fighting, and most importantly, ...... Two characters in the game, one big and one small.

That's right, this is "Chess Soul", the eldest of the players is Fujiwara Sawei in white clothes and black hats, and Hikaru Shinto is sitting cross-legged.

It's just that under Meng Zhe's pen, Fujiwara Zuowei, who was originally dressed like Bai Impermanence, became a character in the Wei and Jin dynasties with wide robes and big sleeves; And Shinto Hikaru was influenced by the popular hairstyle of the male surname in the 90s, but in Meng Zhe's opinion, how ugly the two-color hair was, it also became a style that was more in line with Meng Zhe's aesthetics.

With the gradual fullness of the color, a pair of people who can feel warm in their hearts, the ancients and the present people play against each other, and gradually complete......

“ok！” As the last stroke fell, Meng Zhe, who was immersed in the painting, stretched his waist for a long time.

Then Meng Zhe picked up the sketch again, looked at it carefully, and finally landed a satisfied smile: "It's okay." ”

"It's not okay, it's good!" Before Meng Zhe's words fell, a slightly hoarse female voice suddenly appeared behind his ear, which seemed to be in the voice change period.

This sudden sound almost jumped up in fright for Meng Zhe, who had just relaxed his spirit, but when he turned his head to look, what he saw was a girl wearing red sportswear, canvas running shoes, and short hair.

In Meng Zhe's eyes, the girl is not very beautiful, but it can make him feel clearly that the girl contains infinite vitality.

"It's rude to speak loudly behind someone's back."

Blindfolded shook his head and said casually.

"Hehe, I'm sorry! I just think that people who can paint such far-reaching images should not be angry with me. ”

The girl smiled heartily and admitted her mistake neatly, and then she stretched out her left hand to Meng Zhe without any doubt: "Meet me, my name is Guan Yingluo!" Guan is Guan Yunchang's pass. ”

"Don't you explain your name?" Meng Zhe stood up, stretched out his hand and shook Guan Yingluo, and then began to introduce himself: "I am Meng Zhe, Meng Zhe's Meng, Meng Zhe's Zhe." ”

Explaining his name like this, Meng Zhe is obviously sincere.

After listening to Meng Zhe's self-introduction, Guan Yingluo withdrew her hand, and then pouted and said: "I thought that this small place would be boring, but I didn't expect that there was not only a Taoist real person who was beyond the world, but also a genius boy. Although, this genius boy is a somewhat cautious man. ”

Meng Zhe laughed, stretched out his hand again, and then said, "I'm sorry, the two Ji overlapping Zhe characters." ”

Guan Yingluo nodded with satisfaction, she reached out to shake Meng Zhe again regardless of her previous suspicions, and said: "I don't like my name, so I never explain to others which two words it is, are you satisfied with this answer?" ”

At this time, the door of the hut, which had been hidden, also creaked open.

An old Taoist priest in a burlap preaching robe, with silver hair and ruddy skin like a baby, and a middle-aged man in his thirties wearing a white shirt and big black-framed eyes, with a relaxed expression...... Walk out slowly.

---- Dividing Line----

Thank you for the sorrow of the morning light, the wind wood, and the reward of the three young ~o(∩_∩)o~

Ahhh......h

Next shift: 14:00

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