Damn that heartthrob

"Ganyuan Zun."

"Shu Yang Zun."

"Chihong Zun!"

Several monks were walking on the street, one of them counted with his fingers, shook his head in disbelief and sighed: "I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to meet the Venerable!" , Excited and somewhat timid.

The monk on the side also shook his head and sighed: "I never thought that the person who cleaned the palace with me in the illusion turned out to be Qian Yuanzun's disciple, Qiushui Lord Jing Yan." He thought of Jing Yan's ferocious kick The scene of kicking the Gong barrel away, that small person turned into an unattainable mountain at this moment, made him forget the fear of being dominated by Jing Yan at that time.

The cultivator on the side opened his mouth wide and asked in surprise, "Are you cleaning the palace with Mr. Qiushui?"

There were quite a few monks coming and going on the street, and they couldn't help pricking up their ears and slowing down when they heard this.

"Yeah, but I didn't know at the time that this dwarf...Your Immortal is Mr. Qiushui." Before the dwarf could finish his words, the speaker realized that he shouldn't have said this, so he quickly changed his words and called him another name, stuttering Said: "We were assigned to Qingkun Palace to serve Li Guifei together."

It is an unprecedented experience for a monk to be a eunuch.

The expressions of the monks who have entered the illusion of the palace together are somewhat strange.

When mentioning the imperial city, someone couldn't help scolding: "That concubine Li Gui is not a thing! She is so extravagant and lazy, she doesn't treat the palace people as human beings, and if she wants to let the little palace lady raise her hand to hold charcoal! people!"

Hearing this, the cultivators in the booth at the side leaned over and joined their team, complaining: "It would be great if you could be assigned to Concubine Li's Qingkun Palace! It would be bad luck to be assigned to Concubine De's Yongfu Palace! The concubine looks weak and harmless, but in fact she has a bad stomach and often humiliates the palace people!"

"What's a concubine De! I went to the Jiafu Palace of the imperial concubine! It's amazing there. From the old mother to the little maid, everyone has an abortion note! There are countless ways to make the concubine have a miscarriage, and she can do it every time." Success. You don’t know! Every time I see the emperor holding the concubine in his arms and yelling who killed my child, I feel that I will be implicated by this crazy woman and die in a palace fight.”

"Actually, the imperial concubine is nothing. If you follow the imperial concubine, you will harm the emperor's heir. If you follow the empress, we will harm the emperor! The empress doesn't pay attention to the small troubles in the harem. She just wants to kill the emperor and let the emperor die." Be an empress yourself." I don't know what happened, the person who said this had tears in his eyes, and looked like he was being bullied, "It's fine if she wants to be an empress! She also fell in love with the concubine, how scary!"

"What happened to you guys!" The cultivator on the side couldn't listen anymore, he put down his face, walked over tremblingly, and said with a painful face: "You went to the harem, at most it's because your body is tired , and when we went to Xiandao, we even had to deny ourselves. What is Xiandao? Xiandao is a land of women! Can you imagine us big men doing makeup in front of the mirror, going to embroider and practice dancing every day, and the pain in the orchid fingers? !"

The feeling was so deep that it was difficult to control himself, and the speaking monk couldn't help but shed tears, "I still can't control my hand, I don't know what to say after returning to the sect." He said, wiping his tears with his orchid fingers.

The monk who was picking vegetables at the side sighed, straightened his waist, and said vicissitudes of life: "That's better than us going to farm."

When it comes to farming, all the monks present thought of the expert who wore a mask and destroyed three illusions by himself.I don't know who that person is. After leaving the illusion, he disappeared without a trace, so that others can't find a trace.

"By the way!" Speaking of this, someone remembered again, "Is it Qian Yuanzun who beat Duan Xiao Xue back?"

"I heard it wasn't. Someone asked Qian Yuanzun before, and Qian Yuanzun said it wasn't him."

Hearing this, the cultivator gasped, "This means...there is another venerable in Wangjing who hasn't shown up yet?"

Duan Xiaoxue is a venerable, and the person who can restrain Duan Xiaoxue can only be a venerable.

And that means...

"There are four venerables in Wangjing?!"

Thinking of this, the monks present swallowed, and the more they thought about it, the more terrifying Wangjing was.There are not many venerables in the world, but now there are four in Wangjing, so how can people not be afraid.

At this time someone mentioned: "I saw Xue Li move out from Qianshan Temple today."

All the monks who came to Wangjing before knew that Xue Li rode a mud lion and called Duan Xiaoxue away on the day Duan Xiaoxue arrived. After becoming a Venerable, most of them have become attached to the Venerable.

Envious of Xue Li's good luck in his heart, someone said: "After that day, Xue Li often disappeared, probably to serve in front of the Venerable."

"Does that mean that by following Xue Li, we will know where the other venerable is?"

"Do you think Xue Li doesn't know this? Xue Li has gone to great lengths to prevent us, and no one has been able to catch him for so long. Where did he go?"

A few people were talking when they suddenly saw people from two sects arguing in front of them.

Since yesterday, a lot of monks have come, whether they can be named or not. Among them, there are those who have a good relationship after reunion after a long absence, and there are also those who are at war because the two sects hate each other.

There was a riot in the north of the city. At first it was just a verbal conflict, but later some old events were mentioned. The two parties who were enemies were so angry that they fought on the spot.

Seeing this, the yamen servants hurried back to the county yamen to call for someone, and some yamen servants went to find the county lieutenant who took office today.

The monks on both sides of the road watched them fight silently. For some reason, as they watched and watched, their eyes shifted from the fighters to the bottom, and they paid attention to some small details that they hadn't paid attention to before.

The elderly man sat on the ground, looking at the green vegetables that he was swept away by the wind and fell from a height on the ground. His face was full of helplessness and sadness. He slowly picked up the green vegetables on the ground with his cracked hands and beat them. The vendors on both sides of the road hugged the things on the stalls tightly and ran away, for fear of losing money for nothing; the people who were implicated on the street dared not speak out. Having angered these extraordinary elders, I could only bear it silently.

In fact, most monks will avoid ordinary people when they fight, and they usually don't fight in the city.However, although the number of occurrences is not many, due to different circumstances, there are incidents of sudden fights every year, but no one cares about the monks. They are like the quacks in the picture book, and they don't care about other things when they fight , I always forget to ask myself if I am disturbing others.

For some reason, people who entered the illusion all thought of the days in the illusion.Whether it is a farmer who is struggling to make a living, a servant who has been despised by others after entering the palace, or a woman who is locked in a house every day, life is full of life and each has its own difficulties, but the monks before entering the illusion Standing tall, they naturally don't understand the scenery below. After a long time, although they didn't hurt anyone, they also became the empresses in the palace who looked down on others because of their extraordinary background.

"I'm not telling you to pity them. After all, people have different ways of living and are different. They can only take responsibility for their own lives. I just want to tell you, don't cause trouble for others because of your own greed, and don't blame others for your own shortcomings." Then go to deny others."

The woman in the illusion once said such words.

Also because of the different encounters in the illusion, the things that no one cares about in the past have become different now.

I don't know who took the first step.

Someone said: "You should fight farther away."

After the words fell, many monks nodded in approval, and stopped the people from the county government before they arrived.

Chen Fu

After all, he has an official position, regardless of whether the official is big or small, whether he is full or dissatisfied, Chen Sheng has to perform the duties of the county lieutenant.

He pushed away Xue Li who was sticking to the side, and went straight to Mo Yan's room.Mo Yan had a good time these days. There was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the room that Chen Wu put in according to Chen Sheng's instructions, so he got a little bit of fun.

During the days when Chen Sheng was extremely busy, he stayed honestly in the Chen Mansion, trying to prepare the painting materials used by Yue Renli.

When Chen Sheng came to his room, he was holding a pen to dip the paint. He raised the pen with a serious face, and raised the pen with a serious face. He repeated this several times, and raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

Chen Sheng was curious. He lowered his head and took a look. It was indeed a colorful fat chicken on the drawing paper.

The chicken was like a beak on a yellow balloon.Compared with adults, this painting is more like two random strokes of children...

Can't see it at all.

Facing this picture of a chicken eating rice, Chen Sheng hesitated to speak.

Mo Yan's calligraphy is superb, but his paintings are ugly as hell, with no sense of beauty at all.When Mo Yan was in the harem, he thanked Chen Sheng for taking care of him, and he gave Chen Sheng a painting, which was a chicken.

Chen Sheng stared at the chicken for a long time, but couldn't tell whether it was rice or maggots under the chicken legs.At that time Duan Xiaoxue came, looked at the painting coldly, sneered, and mocked Chen Sheng: "Is this the cake you drew with your feet?"

Chen Sheng put down the drawing paper in disbelief, and when he turned around, he saw Xiao Tiansun's downcast expression.Also because it was really boring, he once taught Xiao Tiansun how to draw, but... I don’t know if he was thinking of chickens in his heart, and everything Mo Yan drew looked like chickens. No matter what Chen Sheng asked him to draw, he bit his lip so much. Work hard, and the chicken will appear on the paper in the end.

Moreover, Mo Yan is not good at learning painting, and always looks serious and distracted.If Chen Sheng held a pen in front of him and told him how to write it, he would definitely look serious, as if he was listening, but he was actually thinking about the pen in Chen Sheng's hand.

Then, when Chen Sheng was talking about techniques, he would look at Chen Sheng, slowly reach out, and carefully put the pen used by Chen Sheng in his sleeve, trying to collect all the items Chen Sheng used.

At that time, Chen Sheng was holding a cup of tea, sitting on a mahogany chair, his expression was indifferent, and his tone of voice was somewhat similar to that of Qu Qingchi.

"Painting needs aura."

Mo Yan nodded obediently, his white fingertips touched the pen that Chen Sheng had just held, his black eyes seemed to be able to speak, always gentle and kind.

While looking at Chen Sheng cautiously, he went to get the pen that Chen Sheng had used with a shy face, and then slowly put the pen into his sleeve while Chen Sheng was drinking tea with his head down.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his small movements. Chen Sheng paused while drinking tea. The tea cup was in front of him. He stared at it for a moment and endured it.

"You might as well."

But the slender fingers went to get the drawing paper again.

"Go and see first."

Mo Yan pursed his lips, and went to get the paperweight after taking the drawing paper.

"Then think about it."

In the end, taking the paperweight was not enough, so he went to get the inkstone.

Chen Sheng endured and endured, and finally raised his head unbearably, moved the teacup in front of him, and said with a cold face, "Enough is enough."

As if startled by him.

His fingertips were stained with ink, and Mo Yan looked like a frightened deer. When he heard Chen Sheng's words, his face blushed with embarrassment. He shyly put down the inkstone, lowered his head slightly and put his hands behind his back, like children who do wrong.

The pitiful look seemed as if Chen Sheng had said something serious.

With a mouthful of blood in his mouth, Chen Sheng couldn't sit down immediately, and said to him, "It's getting late, we're here today, and you should go back to rest earlier." After speaking, Chen Sheng left the study, and waited for someone to walk to the door. As if sensing something, Chen Sheng squinted his eyes and turned his head to the side, and said to the inside: "Put down the chair."

"Well!"

Mo Yan, who raised the chair above his head, blinked his eyes when he heard Chen Sheng's words. While looking at Chen Sheng's expression, he obediently put down the chair.

Because he couldn't take the chair and the pen and paper with him, he was a little bit reconciled, thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and sat on the chair, not knowing why he was paranoid.

Chen Sheng was almost not pissed off by him, he began to question himself why he came to teach Mo Yan, and finally after much deliberation, he came up with two words - idle.

While shaking his head, he left the study room, and when he went out, he happened to see Duan Xiaoxue and Bai Ye pinched together, and beside him was Jing Yan who broke the wooden brush.

Chen Sheng looked at the overturned roof, closed his eyes, and stretched his five fingers.

On the second day, he put his hands on Mo Yan's side, and said with a serious face: "Yes, that's it, don't hesitate to write, don't be blunt."

"Don't be afraid of sex, as long as you can get along well."

"That's right, follow your heart, draw what you want."

Hearing the sound in the study, Jing Yan stood in front of the door with a wooden brush, saw the two of them sitting at the table in a serious manner, and walked over very curiously.

When he came to the table, Mo Yan just put away his pen. He first saw Mo Yan nodded at the painting, and then saw that Chen Sheng also nodded in understanding. He thought that with Chen Sheng's painting skills, Mo Yan would definitely There will be changes.As a result, I looked around, and a fat and gaudy chicken appeared on the drawing paper.

Different from the past, the chicken has a small red flower on its head and eyelashes longer than its feet.

"..."

Jing Yan turned his head and patted Chen Sheng who was kneeling on the ground.

Chen Sheng pointed behind him, complaining silently to Jing Yan.

Jing Yan turned his head and saw countless pictures of chickens densely pasted on the back wall.He squinted his eyes, and saw Chen Sheng's despair during this time from the colorful, voluptuous, or twisted chicken body. He kindly didn't tell Chen Sheng that he had a fight with Duan Xiaoxue just now and broke the The stone lion at the gate.

When the hostess came back in the evening, she asked Chen Sheng how his achievements were during this time. With a tired face, Chen Sheng took out a painting, pointed to the chicken on it, and said, "Look for yourself."

Qu Qingchi lowered his head and smiled, "Not bad."

Chen Sheng was surprised, "Where did you see that it was good?"

Qu Qingchi said: "Look," he pointed to the place behind the hen, "the chicken is able to lay eggs, and there is progress."

Chen Sheng was so angry that he crumpled the drawing paper and still put it on him, took out the account books of the past two days, and settled the accounts with him in a vicious voice.

On the second day, Chen Sheng sat at the table with a sullen face. He looked at the pictures of broken chickens left by Mo Yan, and couldn't understand why Mo Yan was so obsessed with chickens.

At this time, Guo Qiyou who was passing by said, "Do you want to eat meat?"

Chen Sheng frowned: "Tianhu doesn't eat meat."

Guo Qiyou pulled the bench and said: "Everyone knows that Tianhu doesn't eat meat, but is it because he doesn't want to eat it, or who can tell if he can't eat it? Maybe Tianhu can't eat meat. Even if Yan wants to eat meat, he is too embarrassed to eat it."

Chen Sheng thought about it and thought it made sense, so as a generous housekeeper, he prepared a whole chicken feast that day.

The moment Mo Yan sat on the table, his expression was a bit complicated. Chen Sheng found out later that Mo Yan's parents were unreliable. A righteous sister of Bifeng, Bifeng has no children, so she takes good care of Mo Yan, so that Mo Yan can grow up smoothly.

And because Mo Yan often followed his aunt when he was a child, and Bi Feng was a big pheasant, he had a special liking for painting chickens.

At that time, at the dinner table, Mo Yan, who was only eating peaches, said that the chicken was delicious and everyone was a bit too much... But this is not the reason why God made them unlucky afterwards!

Those who don't know are not guilty!

God, why is he protecting his shortcomings like this!

After that time, Chen Sheng didn't want to teach Mo Yan to paint anymore. No matter what Mo Yan brought over, whether it was good or bad, Chen Sheng would blow on his paintings for a whole day until he sent them out. , Chen Sheng can survive under the eyes of God caring for future generations.

Now that he came to Mo Yan's room, seeing the cute and ugly chicken painted by Mo Yan, Chen Sheng thought of the fear of being dominated by Mo Yan's paintings.

Seeing him coming, Mo Yan was overjoyed. He felt that Chen Sheng knew how to paint, so he pulled Chen Sheng to ask Chen Sheng to comment on his paintings.

Chen Sheng didn't dare to say more, he only said three good things, and then said: "Mr. Shaofu has been here for a long time, and you haven't seen Wangjing well?"

Mo Yan stayed at Chen Sheng's house for many days, feeling somewhat embarrassed.Hearing Chen Sheng ask him now, he said softly, "Yes."

Chen Sheng said with a smile: "I just have time to spare today, why don't I take Mr. Shaofu out for a stroll today, to see the scenery of Wangjing?"

Mo Yan couldn't refuse, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

Chen Sheng got his reply and walked out the door with a smile.Xue Li leaned on the doorpost beside him and asked him, "Are you going to use Mr. Shaofu?"

Chen Sheng stopped smiling and scolded angrily: "How can you talk! This is called asking him for a favor."

Xue Li pouted, thinking that you are the ancestor of the gluttonous family.

Chen Sheng ignored him, and when Mo Yan finished dressing, he took his little grandson and the yamen servants out together.

Now that the monks in the city are making trouble, if Chen Sheng pulls it out by himself, it probably won't work, but it's different with the little grandson.As long as Xiao Tiansun is around, whoever he stops and refuses to accept, he will stand behind Mo Yan and watch them be unlucky.

After making up his mind, Chen Sheng planned to go to the county government office first, and only after walking a certain distance did he remember to ask the government servant: "Who beat County Magistrate Huai?"

The yamen servant replied: "A woman."

woman?

For some reason, Chen Sheng thought of the Yuehe County Lord who was thrown out by him.When he reached the north of the city, he unexpectedly found that the surroundings were not as chaotic as he had imagined, and there were no monks flying around in the sky.

The cultivator who made trouble was beaten by someone, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.Chen Sheng stopped and looked at a group of monks on the street with their sleeves rolled up, repairing the door, cleaning the house, he didn't know where the sun was rising today.

He watched this scene dumbfounded.

Most monks will not cause trouble in the city, and they are also afraid of disturbing the lives of mortals, but sometimes due to different circumstances, fighting in the city will inevitably happen, which is not uncommon.However, after the fight, it can end on its own, not by throwing away the money and leaving, but by politely apologizing to mortals—it’s really uncommon!

"Chen Sheng?"

When he was surprised, someone beside him called him.