Yun Changzi took a deep breath, then stood up and walked towards Zeng Qingfeng.

Seeing this, Zeng Qingfeng stopped and asked with some curiosity:

"Cloud Dao Chief, is there something that has neglected you?"

"No, it's because I see that the two little dolls are unlucky, and they are destined to be great big people in the future, so I love and pity, and I want to know them in advance."

After speaking, Yun Changzi squatted down, and then glanced at the calligraphy and painting that Yihan held in his hand casually with some distress, and then pretended to be casual and asked:

"Two little dolls, can you tell me what your names are and how old you are?"

Yihan and Zhiyuan were not timid, but Zhiyuan had few words, Yihan pursed his lips and said:

"My name is Yihan, and next to me is my brother Zhiyuan, our names are all given by my father, and I am five years old this year."

"At the age of five, I entered the spiritual realm to cultivate, not bad, not bad!"

Yun Changzi felt that the foreshadowing was almost over, so he pretended to be interested and pointed to the calligraphy and painting in her hand and asked:

"Can you tell my uncle where you got this calligraphy and painting?"

"Calligraphy and painting?"

Yihan glanced at the calligraphy and painting in his hand, then raised his hand and said:

"This is what my dad wrote casually, how about it, my dad's handwriting looks good, right?"

Pretty?

Is this a question of whether it looks good or not?

Wait a minute!

"Your daddy—handwritten?"

Yun Changzi finally reacted, This time he was more surprised than before, Zhiyuan on the side couldn't help it, pursed his mouth and said:

"What's so strange? It was originally written by my father, If you like it, just make my father happy, and let him give you a pair? ”

Yun eldest son began to doubt life, his heart was beating wildly, and he raised his head to look at Zeng Qingfeng with some difficulty:

"Zeng Xiaoyou, this, did you really write this?"

Zeng Qingfeng was a little strange, didn't anyone from the fairy world have a normal one?

He nodded slightly and said:

"That's right, I just let the kids practice handwriting."

It was really written by Zeng Qingfeng!

God's special 'hand', do you know that what you write casually contains Taoist rhyme?

He took a deep breath, pretended to be calm, and squeezed out a smile and said:

"Can you—can you let me take a closer look?"

Yihan saw that he liked his father's writing so much, and his heart suddenly felt a little proud, so he generously handed it over and said:

"I'll show you, my dad can write it at any time anyway."

Where did the eldest son of Yun dare to take it directly?

If it is really written in Zeng Qingfeng, it means that Zeng Qingfeng is likely to be one. Sage!

A saint's thing, where does he dare to covet it casually?

He raised his head to look at Zeng Qingfeng, and asked with some begging:

"Zeng, Zeng Gongzi, can I take a look?"

Zeng Qingfeng said with some tears and laughter:

"If you really like it, I'll give it to you, and I'll write a few more words for them later."

"Send me?"

Yun Changzi's heart almost jumped out, such a precious thing, even if it appeared in the fairy world, it could cause a big war, Zeng Qingfeng's fluttering words were about to be given to himself?

Test!

It must be a test of whether you are greedy or not!

If there is no merit, how can you dare to ask for a calligraphy and painting containing Taoist rhyme in vain!

Yun Changzi didn't dare to agree directly, and he was reluctant to refuse, so he could only carefully take the calligraphy and painting and examine it carefully.

When I looked at the calligraphy and painting up close, I felt that the words in front of me gradually dissipated, and all of them turned into Taoist rhymes.

He could feel that his comprehension of the law had improved a lot, and this was just the effect of watching it.

If you can observe it for a long time, it is likely to comprehend the debut rhyme!

As long as you comprehend the debut rhyme, becoming an immortal emperor is the least, and you can even peek into the way of the saint in the future.

Yun Changzi's breathing was short, but fortunately, his mind was still clear.

Now what needs to be determined is: Is this calligraphy and painting really written by Zeng Qingfeng?

He used great perseverance to control the idea of cultivating comprehension on the spot, then looked at Zeng Qingfeng and said:

"Zeng Gongzi, since this is for your daughter, can you give me a word again?"

"That's right."

Zeng Qingfeng frowned a little, although writing a word is nothing to him, but why does this old guy want to write a word by himself?

Seeing that Yun's eldest son's face was a little embarrassed, he nodded and said:

"In that case, I'll give you another word."

After finishing speaking, a pen and paper appeared in his hand, and then he put it on the low table next to him, and after thinking about it, he wrote down a word:

'People'

It turned out to be a 'person' word.

Many onlookers of the Tang Dynasty couldn't help but laugh secretly: Is the emperor reminding these three people in the immortal realm that they will be individuals after the lower realm?

That's why the emperor dares to sarcastically mock the immortals like this, so any force is afraid of offending them!

But the eldest son of Yun was shocked at this time, because he was convinced: the words written by the emperor really contain Taoist rhyme!

The words that can be written casually contain Taoist rhyme, even those who enter the Tao with literature can't do it, only saints can!

Sage!

As soon as he thought of these two words, Yun Changzi's face changed.

When the people of the Tang Kingdom saw his face change wildly, they thought that the emperor's sarcasm made him feel uncomfortable, so they were on guard.

If the immortals are in trouble, they will definitely join forces with the emperor to deal with them.

It's just that the eldest son of Yun quickly regained his composure, he looked at Zeng Qingfeng and asked:

"Zeng Gongzi, this, this is really for me?"

"That's right, you take it!"

Zeng Qingfeng didn't want to waste time with him, so he put away the pen and paper after speaking, and then pulled his children to Wu Meier's side.

The eldest son of Yun was now convinced, and hurriedly put the calligraphy and painting into the storage ring.

With this calligraphy and painting that contains Taoist rhyme, he is sure that he will improve his strength again, and even improve a big realm in a short period of time!

But the Nether has limits, and now is not the time to increase your strength.

He thought of another thing: the people around Zeng Qingfeng looked like they were facing a great enemy, obviously they didn't know that he was a saint, otherwise they wouldn't need to be so nervous at all.

This shows that Zeng Qingfeng doesn't want them to know!

Seeing that Zeng Qingfeng had already walked to Wu Mei'er's side, who was intimately arranging the hair on his forehead, Yun Changzi suddenly understood:

The saint wants to live an ordinary life, and he has a pair of children, and he wants to enjoy the joy of family.

Yes, he is already a saint, his strength is high to a certain extent, and his cultivation retreat is boring.

It is normal to spend dozens or hundreds of years becoming biological children and living an ordinary life.

Since the saint doesn't want to be exposed, he can't talk too much, and it's almost the same thing to change his name to 'Zeng Gongzi', and he must not teach 'Zeng Senior' and the like.

Thinking that he wanted to attack Chang'an City before, he was also a little afraid.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and didn't completely offend Zeng Qingfeng, otherwise the three of them would have died a long time ago

This painting must be the saint's reward for his performance!

Yun Changzi was very satisfied, feeling in his heart that he had guessed everything, and he was also clear about the purpose of the Immortal Realm sending him down.

Needless to say, whether the crisis in the fairy world can be resolved depends on whether this saint is willing to help.

Three chapters, wake up and continue.

(End of chapter)