Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

([-]) Boss Wen and Little Fatty

Half a year later, Nian Da bid farewell to Boss Wen, settled the hotel bill, and prepared to go back to Fuyao Mountain—Boss Wen’s surname is Wen Jing, and he is the owner of the broken inn with "three papers and one night". Walking through the darts, full of arrogance for running the rivers and lakes, he can eat eight big steamed buns in one meal.

The farewell scene between the two of them is not sentimental, because the third friend present is too good to mix up.

This friend is only three feet tall, and his deciduous teeth have just come together. At first glance, the difference between length and width is not that big. When encountering steep slopes, he does not have to walk hard. He can just roll eighteen on the spot. Heartbroken, she cried miserably, "Mother...Mother won't leave!"

This little friend has countless mothers, men and women, old and young. Among them, there is one biological mother, and the rest are all recognized by himself - whoever feeds him, he calls whoever is mother.

Boss Wen covered one of his ears and yelled at Nian, "Didn't you say you came looking for someone? I found it... Sigh, do something to stop this bastard from howling!"

Nian Da raised his voice and tried his best to cover the boy's heart-piercing cries, and shouted, "Get him a piece of candy!"

Boss Wen said: "Where the hell am I going to find candy!"

After finishing speaking, he entered the room angrily, took out a piece of braised duck neck from the kitchen, and stuffed it roughly into the little chubby's mouth: "Eat, eat, eat!"

The little fat man tapped his mouth, tasted something, and suddenly he was no longer interested in Nian Da, and squatted aside to nibble quietly.

Boss Wen looked at Little Fatty sadly, and asked, "Isn't he the one you're looking for?"

Nianda was ashamed.

Boss Wen: "That's right, I've heard that you monks pay attention to reincarnation, but you, a fellow Taoist, didn't practice the big belly magic skill in your previous life?"

Nian Da: "..."

Although it didn't hit...it's not far away.

The reincarnated child who had practiced the big-bellied magic skill carefreely smiled at Boss Wen, bared his teeth, ran up to him with the neck of a duck in his mouth, and yelled crisply on his back: "Mom!"

Boss Wen said expressionlessly, "Get lost!"

After scolding, Boss Wen seemed to be a little emotional suddenly, and said: "Speaking of reincarnation, I have traveled to many places since I was sensible, and I felt that there was something wrong everywhere, until I came to Donghai. It feels like I’ve come home... I heard that there were many monks in this area of ​​the East China Sea a hundred years ago, you think I’m not someone’s reincarnation, right?”

Nian Da listened and asked tentatively: "Does Boss Wen also mean to ask immortals? Why don't I recommend you..."

"Hey, that's what I said," Boss Wen waved his hand, and casually touched the little chubby's bald ladle, "I feel that even if I practice, I can't do much. As the owner of the inn, it’s the same as now, repairing and repairing is just taking off your pants and farting—that’s fine, I’ve stabilized this ancestor for you, you can go, see you again.”

Nian Da took a deep look at the little chubby man, and finally left without saying anything.

He originally thought of taking Nian Mingming's reincarnation away, but seeing that little fat man had no worries about food and clothing in this life, had both parents, and was living like a fish in water on the streets of the city, he suddenly felt that it was meaningless.

Thinking about it, for Nian Mingming, flying to the sky and escaping from the earth may not be as happy as squatting on the ground and nibbling on the neck of a stewed duck, right?

Why bother him?

([-]) Portrait

After all the incidents were settled, everyone returned to Fuyao Mountain one after another, finally settled down.Yan Zhengming ordered people to move some things back from Fuyao Villa one after another.

As time goes by, there will be more clutter. Master Yan himself is not a particularly organized person. He doesn't remember any messy things he had. He was too lazy to clean up, so he sent Cheng Qian to go, but Cheng Qian tidied it up without complaint. After a while, a dozen portraits were dug out of them—his own.

Yan Zhengming painted countless portraits of Cheng Qian back then, and most of them were destroyed on the spot when he was sad.

The more Cheng Qian looked at it, the more he liked it, so he silently collected it by himself. Then he remembered that Master Tong Ru had not had time to leave a portrait, and the master had one, but he destroyed it himself, not to mention that his master was always a portrait. Jiang Peng, the uncle who had a tragedy, became sexual and wanted to make up for the ancestors.

Cheng Qian's calligraphy is very good, but not very good at painting, so he ran to ask the senior brother in charge to write.

The head of Yan heard this, and reservedly stroked and hooked his fingers, and told him to come over, with a dignified expression like a gentleman, he raised some unreasonable and wretched conditions one way and another, and performed a performance for Cheng Qian by himself. What is a well-dressed beast.

Cheng Qian immediately decided to let him stay where he was cool, and immediately kicked the leader out of Qing'anju.

In the end, he had no choice but to find the second senior brother, and Li Yun readily agreed, and brought a little junior sister who liked to join in the fun, and splashed ink on the penultimate floor of the nine-story scripture building.

During the period, the industrious junior sister rolled up her sleeves and cleaned the penultimate layer that had accumulated dust all the year round from beginning to end, shaking off every portrait of the ancestors, and cleaned it well.

Suddenly, the water pit exclaimed: "Ah, Second Senior Brother!"

Li Yun was working hard on the paper according to Cheng Qian's description, and the painting was in full swing, without raising his head, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"You are on the painting! Brother, look!" Puddle unfolded a portrait that has been yellowed for years. The senior in the painting is slovenly, with long hair loose, revealing a small white face with delicate features. The facial features are clearly Li Yun is alive.

Cheng Qian looked again, and it was clearly written: Daoist Wenzhu, who joined the Fuyao Sect in a certain year and a certain month, is a disciple of a certain generation. There is a pair of Jiulianhuan around him, so it is said that he entered the Tao with "Jiulianhuan".

In the inheritance of the Fuyao faction, the old senior seemed to have mentioned to Yan Zhengming that there was a Fuyao ancestor who "entered Taoism with the Nine Chains", and he also handed over the senior's letter to Li Yun.

So...is it just a return to the original owner?

After a long time of commotion, Qiangu Jiulian only had one person.

The second senior brother, who has been alone through the ages, completed several masterpieces, which were seen by Yan Zhengming who came after hearing the news.

Yan Zhengming looked up at him for a while, and gave a pertinent comment: "Second Junior Brother, take a break, don't bully your master and destroy your ancestors."

Li Yun refused to accept it, continued to wave Danqing, and drew a picture of Han Yuan in southern Xinjiang. One year, he brought it over during the Mid-Autumn Festival and showed it to Han Yuan with great interest.

After reading it, Han Yuan felt that the old friendship between classmates was completely shattered, and thinking about the experience of being deceived that he had not obtained the real keel, he immediately decided to settle the old and new grudges together, and chased Li Yun all the way to the border of southern Xinjiang... , this is a later story.