Chongchuan is right next door to Chenhu Pass.

After Ning Yuchu contemplated carefully, he looked at Zhou Shouchun and asked, "What is the name of that Taoist priest?" Do you remember what he looked like? ”

"It seems to be called Yuan Zhenzi, and if you look like it, you still have a little impression."

Ning Yuchu walked to the table, spread out the paper, and dipped the pen in ink: "Please describe it to the owner of the Zhou pavilion." ”

Pavilion Master Zhou said according to his memory: "His eyes are not big, squinting, a bit like a monkey face, with a pointed chin and three mouse whiskers ......"

He adds whatever comes to his mind.

The portrait gradually became clear and clear under Ning Yuchu's pen.

Pavilion Master Zhou leaned over and said in surprise: "Yes, yes, yes, it's him." ”

Ning Yuchu put down his pen and took the portrait to prepare to say goodbye and return to the room.

At this time, Zhou Shouchun looked apprehensive and couldn't help asking, "Did something happen?" Something to do with Manhae? ”

People who are doctors are as careful as their hair, ugly and weird, and so is Zhou Shouchun.

Ning Yuchu didn't dare to show a little flaw in front of him, and said with a smile: "Master has heard a lot about Master He's good people and good deeds recently, so I'm just a little curious." ”

Zhou Shouchun's face softened, and he said regretfully: "He has suffered a lot before, and he knows that it is not easy for the poor to live, so after making a fortune, he did his best to help the people, not only to build bridges and roads, but also to donate money to build private schools and teach for free, so that children from poor families can have one more way to go." ”

Ning Yuchu was silent, what He Wanhai did really made many people sigh to themselves.

After collecting his thoughts, he smiled and said, "Thank you Pavilion Master Zhou for solving your doubts tonight." ”

Zhou Shouchun raised his hand and returned the salute: "You're welcome." ”

Seeing Ning Yuchu's figure disappear behind the door curtain, Zhou Shouchun's face changed, and a look of depression appeared.

As if he had lost all his strength, he sat down slowly with his hands on the table.

He sighed faintly: "I'm sorry, old friend......"

Ning Yuchu took the portrait back to the room, and just as he was about to sit down, he was snatched by the old man of Tianguang, and he didn't want to compete with him, so he poured himself a glass of water.

As soon as he swallowed a mouthful, the disgusted voice of the old man of Tianguang came: "This person has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and he doesn't look like a good person." ”

Ning Yuchu was amused and said casually: "You still know how to read faces?" ”

The old man of Tianguang crossed his waist with one hand: "Of course, like you, the heavenly court is full, the eye sockets are deep, and the four directions are wide, which is the appearance of a nobleman, and the little pear is a blessing. ”

Ning Yuchu naturally didn't believe his nonsense, but still followed his words and said disdainfully: "So you just took a fancy to our face at the beginning, and you wanted to follow us with a dead face?" ”

The old man of Tianguang was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "It is clear that you see that the old man is wise and martial, and you have to raise the old man with a dead face, and the old man reluctantly agrees when he sees that you are young and not deeply involved in the world." ”

This old man, what is black can be turned white by him.

"Yes, yes, it's because we can't do without you, are you satisfied?"

The old man snorted arrogantly: "This is about the same. ”

Ning Yuchu took back the portrait and planned to redraw a few copies.

If it weren't for the ugliness who was forced to learn to sketch when he was in Dijing, it would not be so easy for him to have a clear portrait.

He moved the table to the edge of the couch and threw the ink strip to the old man of the skylight.

While pouring water into the inkstone, the old man of Tianguang puffed up and said, "Abuse the elderly! ”

Ning Yuchu was busy laying paper, and he didn't have time to accompany him to play the scene of a lonely old man being bullied by his children and grandchildren at home.

Seeing that he was not playing, the old man of Tianguang put away his miserable expression, supported his chin, and said boredly: "What is Little Pear doing at this time?" ”

Ning Yuchu made a movement in his hand: "The master doesn't know either." ”

The old man sighed: "Little Pear was not there for the first night, I miss her." ”

Ning Yuchu's eyes darkened, and he also thought.