"My friend, do you think you want to ask for a painting?"

In front of a row of wooden houses behind the side hall next to the Wudang Mountain Hall, a middle-aged fat Taoist with black hair and beard was a little confused.

"Master, that's exactly what it is."

The person who humbly asked for painting in front of him was Zhang Hong.

They just came to Wudang today, and everyone else went out for fun, only Zhang Hong, Lin Muqing and Li Shanqi came to find Huang Xicheng.

However, Huang Xicheng didn't see him, but saw a Taoist priest.

"This is OK, but my friend, which group are you from?"

The Taoist priest's eyes were suspicious.

This place is a place where Wudang disciples usually have activities and rest, and is not open to the public. Except for fellow disciples and TV stations that inform in advance, others should not come in here.

Zhang Hong bowed: "Master Taoist! Uncle Xia was a Taoist sect back then, but later he went down the mountain to get a secular wife and have children. The biggest regret in his life is that he did not leave anything as a souvenir! He is in poor health now, so I just came to ask a calligraphy to go back and leave a memory for him! I hope the Taoist priest can fulfill his filial piety!"

This is a lie.

His uncle is very good and he tastes good, and he never becomes a Taoist priest at all.

I have read a lot of martial arts novels.

Zhang Hong admitted that the most impressive martial arts novel he once saw was from his uncle.

"Wind Flower Sword Snow and Moon Knife".

And this novel is also his enlightenment.

Ahem...

The Taoist priest's expression eased a lot: "For your filial piety... But why did you come to my Wudang to ask for painting? It's better to be Longhu Mountain in theory."

"No, no, no." Zhang Hong quickly flattered, "In my heart, there is only one person who can represent Taoism, that is Wudang! What kind of Longhu Mountain! I have never heard of it!"

If you have the opportunity to go to Longhu Mountain in the future, Zhang Hong will also say this to him.

But the words "Longhu Mountain" will be replaced by "Wudang Mountain".

The Taoist priest suddenly became much kinder: "Not even possible, my friend said this too exaggeratedly, it's not good, it's not good."

Zhang Hong grinned and said nothing.

Taoist priest, you are almost at the back of your head. You can't be too hypocritical.

"Master, I don't know what I'm asking for..."

"It's easy to say." The Taoist priest wanted to smile, but forced himself to hold it back.

He waved his hand: "The younger generation of Wusang has a disciple who has returned from studying in Fusang. His painting skills are pretty good. Don't go around here first, I'll call him."

"Then thank you, Master."

The Taoist priest nodded and turned around and wanted to go to the wing room to call someone.

But halfway through, he turned around and asked, "By the way, my friend, what do you want to turn into? Sanfeng Patriarch? Or the portrait of Sanqing?"

"Cough, that's what." Zhang Hong coughed twice and said with a smile, "The great priest Wang Lama of the Shaolin Temple's Wudangshan Office, and the correct goddess."

Foreign Bodhisattvas cannot be invited in Wudang, so they have to go to Antarctica.

No, in fact, according to the settings, the foreign Bodhisattva should not go to the Antarctic, but to the Pacific Ocean.

The Taoist priest was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he took out his ears: "What did you say?"

"The great priest Wang Lama of the Shaolin Temple Office in Wudangshan, and the correct goddess." Zhang Hong repeated with a smile.

The Taoist priest turned black: "Boy, are you the one who is my way to block you and beat you to death?"

Zhang Hong smiled slightly: "Master, I have paid for it."

The Taoist priest's face turned darker: "Most of Wudang Mountain is managed by national tourism institutions. What does it have to do with me if you buy tickets?"

"I paid 50,000 yuan and donated it directly to you Wudang." Zhang Hong said lightly.

"Oh, that's all right, I'll wait for a moment." The Taoist priest performed what it means to "Master Dao's face change".

It’s not much more than 50,000, but the money is directly used to improve their food.

Not bad, too.

Ten minutes later, a young Taoist priest walked out.

He looks ordinary, has an average height and a normal figure.

Anyway, he is just a very ordinary young man.

However, with the Taoist bun on the top of the head and the Taoist robe, it also has a bit of a social animal smell.

Yes, it’s not the fairy-like traitor.

His dark circles and his kidney deficiency look as if he had not woken up, he looked like an old social animal at first glance.

When he saw Zhang Hong, he was a little confused: "I heard from the uncle that this layman asked me to paint?"

His uncle didn't say anything about drawing.

Zhang Hong smiled slightly: "Don't hurry this."

He snapped his fingers and Li Shanqi walked out from behind.

"Xicheng, long time no see."

Huang Xicheng was stunned at first, then smiled and said, "Brother Yamazaki, have you returned to China too?"

Li Shanqi glanced at Zhang Hong, and saw that he was encouraged, and deliberately raised his left hand holding the phone and scratched his cheek.

Li Shanqi's eyes twitched and he smiled reluctantly, "I just wanted to ask you, we accidentally walked in. I heard that we would be fined. Is there any path in the back mountain that can go down the mountain? Usually no one has any cameras."

"Yes." Huang Xicheng was unprepared. "Just go out of the yard and walk straight for a hundred meters, there is a small path that can go down the mountain directly. No one usually walks, and there is no surveillance monitor. What's wrong?"

"It's okay, there's another problem." Li Shanqi smiled unnaturally, "You've painted 18X comics in Fusang before, right? I remember you even went to the comic fair to sell thousands of copies."

Huang Xicheng waved his hand and said, "Oh, don't mention it, it's all because of life. I learned to draw for action design, but this thing is quite expensive. I have no choice but to draw something shameful and earn some money. Don't tell my parents about this, no one in Wudang knows about it, I plan to bring this secret into the coffin.

By the way, why are you asking this?"

Li Shanqi watched Zhang Hong record the entire process of the conversation between the two.

He sighed and said, "Brother, don't blame me, I don't want to do it either."

Huang Xicheng slowly asked questions: "What don't you think about?"

"Nothing." Zhang Hong inserted.

"Hehehe..." He looked like a good person with a smile, and he was holding a cell phone that had just finished recording, and then asked a question, "Master Huang, do you know the movie storyboard?"

Huang Xicheng was stunned.

Looking at the evil smile on Zhang Hong's face, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Subconsciously taking a step back, he warily said, "What does it mean? I warn you, don't come over!"

Zhang Hong walked towards him with a strange smile: "It doesn't matter~ Our time... is still a long time~ I'll tell you~~~"

Listening to the whispers of the demon behind him and the pure and kind Taoist priest who was as pure as white paper from struggle to compromise, from anger to despair, Li Shanqi looked up at the sky forty-five degrees and closed his eyes.

A crystal teardrop slid from the corner of his eyes.

"Sorry, Lao Huang, I don't want it either. This hell...you go down with me..."

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Sorry, the overnight dishes are really not edible.

Especially the ones that are too lazy to heat up from the refrigerator.

I felt like I was about to dehydrate in the bathroom and I was no longer aware of it.
Chapter completed!