"Sugar man is a little spark. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" The old man leaned on the small broken chair, and did not seem to use his craft as a cooking bowl. There are many people on the holy road, and there are almost no people who will stay at this small sugar painting stall.

The points exchanged for Starfire are already extremely precious, and a little Starfire point is enough to buy a bag of grain and a pair of sheep racks. If the guys in the grain store are familiar, it is not impossible to add two more shovels of rice, who will come to eat a person who pours sugar.

The erection flag on one side waved in the wind.

Ma Xiuyuan looked up at the flag and said with a smile: "Master, this word is handsomely written, what does it mean?"

The old man lowered his head and took a nap, and did not take care of Matthew.

Ma Xiuyuan took out the stone tablet, swiped it lightly, and a point floated to the center of the old man's stone plate.

Sugar painting is not only a painting, but also has a bit of entertainment. Matthew looked at the compass that was the same as the big turntable of the system, and it automatically rotated as the points were filled.

Feeling the spark in his hand, the old man held the sugar spoon unhurriedly, and stirred the syrup boiling in the small pot a few times, "Don't look at it, the first business is estimated to be the last one, let's say, what do you want." ”

"What can you draw?"

The old man glanced at Ma Xiuyuan, the bags under his eyes were enough to raise fish, "You are questioning me, are you? ”

Matthew glanced at the position where the pointer fell, and said, "I don't pick, you can do it." ”

The old man raised his eyebrows and nodded subconsciously. Suddenly, he raised his head again, stared at Matthew's pupils for a moment, and began to paint on the polished warm marble slab with the sugar spoon in his hand. The sugar silk is thin and continuous, and the whole sugar painting, the old man has not stopped at all, and the painting has been completed. A bamboo stick, dipped in sugar, pressed in the center of the sugar painting.

"Take it. ”

Matthew looked at the candy painting from afar and giggled.

The Buddha sitting on the angry lion is vividly outlined by the old man in the sugar painting.

"Not good. Matthew Yuan licked the candy painting and shook his head and said.

"What's not good for you to eat!" The old man was extremely dissatisfied with the kind of behavior that he didn't appreciate, and he took it and licked it indiscriminately, and commented that his sugar painting was not good, and some wanted to knock him on the head with a sugar spoon.

Matthew Yuan turned the sugar painting in his hand and muttered, "There is only one side, so it's not good." ”

"Hey, you kid is really a big pig with a mouth, have you ever seen a sugar painting and there are pros and cons? The stinky old man of the sugar painting suddenly paused and said with some accommodation.

Matthew sneered, and there was another spark missing from the stone plaque.

The old man drew very slowly this time, and it seemed that the reason for not practicing often was that the sugar spoon paused several times. Finally, after the sugar painting was completed, he quickly dipped the front side handed over by Ma Xiuyuan, and the joint was seamless, which shows how deep the old man's skills are, and the only double-sided sugar painting in the world was born.

Matthew stared at the back for a long time, as if he finally understood something.

Just as the old man was about to boastfully say a few words to introduce the difficulty of making the sugar man, Ma Xiuyuan bit off the head of the sugar man, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "To the north of the Central Holy Road, there is a hundred rivers, and there are many monkeys, but there is always a big white horse drinking there, I hope you can go and see." ”

The sugar spoon fell on the marble slab with a bang, the old man's eyes were blurred, and when he heard the words Baichuan and Baima, he finally choked up a little, how many years, how many years, this fluttering flag, finally someone recognized it. "I've been there, there are fewer monkeys, and white horses are fatter. I miss it so much. ”

Matthew Yuan took the sugar spoon, which still contained warm syrup, and wrote four words crookedly on the marble slab.

"This is after the four characters on the flag, not me, I heard an old man riding a green ox say. I thought it was right, so I wrote it down. In return, can you draw me another string of candy figures?"

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all ...... Thing...... Hay...... Dog ......" The old man used a small shovel to shovel Matthew's crooked four sugar characters back into the pot, stirred and asked, "What else do you want?"

Matthew squinted his eyes and said, "Draw me a big bug, a centipede." ”

The old man was a little annoyed, "That thing costs a lot of sugar!"

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At the end of the Holy Path, the recruitment of the Lion Fighting Club has begun. Quite a few people gathered there.

"Hello, I would like to sign up. ”

"You?" the priest in charge of recording asked with some suspicion as he glanced at Ma Xiuyuan, who was still licking the candy man with only one head exposed.

"Yes. "The Buddha was eaten to the point that only one angry lion remained, and the centipede was intact.

"What about your family, don't make trouble, how can the lion fighting club be child's play?" the priest glanced at Ma Xiuyuan, who was eating sugar, and was ten thousand incredulous.

"I'm really going to participate. ”

"Samsung Fire Point, do you have it?"

The stone tablet was handed to the table, and Matthew Yuan said slowly: "It's just right." ”

The priest could not give a reason to refute this time, and asked, "From which tribe?"

"Ishimura's. ”

"Name?"

"Wait. Matthew bit off the head of the angry lion and held it in his mouth, waiting for the dried caramel to melt in his mouth.

The priest waited for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, "How long will you have to wait! If you are here to play tricks on the old man, this spark will be confiscated!"

"Huh? I said, my name is wait. ”

“......”

On one side, there were a pair of big eyelid bubbles that slipped around and disappeared into the crowd.

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On the avenue of the flame, there was no such thing as night from the time the flame was lit, but it was like day for nine days.

The old man of the sugar painting finished packing up the cart and waited before the grain store, waiting for the young man in the rice shop to finish weighing the last bag of grain and finish the work.

"I've been waiting. ”

"Soon. Pork Rong and the Iron King went back to the Holy Mountain to drink. The old man took the fried rice handed over by the man, chewed it in his mouth, and said, "Wait for a customer, a very powerful person." ”

The young man in the grain store refused to suffer a loss and dug the maltose, sucked his fingers, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked, "How powerful?"

"I saw him dozens of lifetimes ago. ”

The guy from the grain store frowned, and stretched out the fingers in his mouth, "Why do you like to brag like pork? If you really have such a powerful body, you are still a transparent body?"

The old man licked his lips and said slowly: "Transparent body, then there is still a chance." Unlike us...... It turns out that heaven and earth are unkind, and the next half of the sentence is actually a dog for all things. We're all dogs!"

"I don't read much, what is a dog?"

The old man of the sugar painting glanced at the young man and said, "Grass | The kind that throws it away when it's used up. ”

"Oh. Can you get rid of our words?"

"Yes. Also, you're not even a grass dog. ”

The old man of the sugar painting slowly walked towards the top of the holy mountain......