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The three of them went directly to Xichi's room, and once they closed the vermilion door, they isolated all wind, rain, thunder and lightning from the outside.

Xichi took off the half-wet suit jacket and hung it on the hanger, unbuttoned the sleeves of the shirt, and stroked it upwards. When he turned around, he saw two pairs of eyes staring straight at him.

"What's the problem with the tea just now?" You Ji couldn't bear to speak first.

Xichi took out a small piece of gray-green grass from the hanging suit jacket, and said slowly: "This is saprophytic grass, and it usually only grows against the old coffin boards. If you want to pick it, you have to dig the earth Grave, do something that harms your morality, otherwise you won't be able to get it easily."

Jiang Miao frowned after hearing this: "Don't tell me... the tea just now was brewed with this saprophytic grass, right?"

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"Fuck!" You Ji yelled, "If you soak such a shady thing in water, can you keep your body from collapsing!"

"If you take saprophytic grass for a long time, your yang energy will gradually dissipate. On the contrary, your yin qi will increase and form your yin body." Xi Chi said, "In simple terms, it will become a living dead without life."

"Generally speaking, the living dead are the best parasitic containers for ghosts and ghosts..." Jiang Miao's eyes froze, "Could it be that Tang Deyong wants to engage in human sacrifices?"

"By the way, saprophytic grass has another effect." Xichi held the teacup and looked at the flickering candle shadow and said indifferently, "It will make people become more and more beautiful. It has been around since ancient times. Those who love beauty, try their best to find this grass, trying to make it more beautiful, but the ending is often tragic. After all, this saprophytic grass is not a thing in the world..."

"Even if it's beautiful, what's the point of becoming a walking corpse?" Jiang Miao sat on the chair and lightly clapped the tabletop with his hand to analyze, "First of all, judging by Ajiao's appearance, he definitely didn't take saprophytic grass voluntarily. Yes, the possibility of Aimei can be ruled out. So who is Tang Deyong planning to prepare such a perfect container for? You know, this is his own son after all."

"Now it's not necessarily a container." Xi Chi continued, "After all, among the strange and mysterious techniques I know, there are several that require the Yin body."

"It still has a very beautiful vagina." Jiang Miao stopped knocking on the table, with half drooped eyebrows and eyes, and softened his hands.

For a while, the room fell into a long silence.The sound of the rain became clear again in an instant.

After a long time, You Ji flicked and accumulated a large amount of soot, and said in a muffled voice, "No matter what Tang Deyong wants to do, he can't let him hurt Ajiao. Damn it, I will go to him tomorrow to settle the score!"

"Don't be impatient." Jiang Xiao lifted his chin and looked up at You Ji and said, "Don't forget, this is little Ajiao. The real Ajiao Benjiao is still missing. What if you startle the snake? manage."

"Jiang Xiao is right." Qi Chi silently added.

"Me!" You Ji was at a loss for words for a moment, "Little Ajiao is also Ajiao, so I have to take care of both."

"Take care." Jiang Xiao nodded, "I didn't say I don't care."

He slapped the table and stood up: "In short, let's think of a legitimate reason to go in and out of Tang's house often. It's too troublesome to slip through the door and pick the lock to release smoke."

Xichi sipped the teacup to his lips, and said in a low voice, "Master Tang loves collecting and appreciating literature, calligraphy and paintings, maybe this is an opportunity."

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The next day, the rain still did not stop.

The sky was gloomy, and the crabapple flowers that had been knocked down by the wind and rain were quietly spread on the ground, and the servants in charge of cleaning were dumped together with the leftovers from the day before yesterday.

To say that the "benzoin" last night was really good, everyone in the Tang residence woke up this morning, looking radiant and refreshed.

The breakfast is very rich, ranging from steamed rice siu mai in the south to steamed buns in the north.

Tang Deyong was wearing a white button-down mandarin jacket today, and when he saw Xichi, he immediately walked towards him quickly, pulled him to the seat beside him and sat down, he completely lost the politeness and unfamiliarity of yesterday.

"Hahaha, Boss Xi! I must have talked too much with you last night. I had a good dream all night!" Tang Deyong said loudly, pulling Xichi's hand.

"Xi, too." Qi Chi politely nodded and smiled, "It's kind of like seeing each other late."

When Jiang Miao heard this, he couldn't help rolling his eyes.Good guy, this flattery is really just right, if Brother Xiaohua is mixed in the workplace, he will definitely be able to thrive.

"You two, don't stand still, eat quickly, don't be polite to Tang!" Tang Deyong greeted Jiang Xiao and You Ji.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, I'm definitely not being polite to you!" Jiang Miao also lost his smile, touched You Ji quietly, and said in a low voice, "Brother, can you smile?"

You Ji curled his lips, and the corners of his lips curled up in a stiff arc, it would be better not to smile.

"What? After brother You and I went back to the room yesterday, brother Chi chatted with Master Tang for a while again?" Jiang Miao asked with a bun stretched out his hand. "Yes." Xi Chi nodded and said, "Master Tang and I both love antique calligraphy and paintings, and we forget the time when we chat."

It's a good one, you come and go, Jiang Xiao and Qi Chi cooperated with each other, and successfully changed the topic here.

"Speaking of which, does Boss Xi have an answer to yesterday's question?" Tang Deyong asked with a smile.

"There is."

"Oh?! Tell me quickly!" Tang Deyong subconsciously moved closer to Qichi, showing his curiosity about his next answer.

Qi Chi turned to look at Jiang Miao and explained, "Master Tang asked me yesterday which one I think is the best among so many calligraphy and paintings in his collection."

"Which one is it?"

Jiang Xiao tacitly acted as a fan.

Qi Chi raised his head slightly, looked at the painting "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping" hanging in the middle of the dining room, raised the corners of his lips and said, "This is the one."

Jiang Miao and You Ji heard the words, and they all looked at the paintings on the wall.But they all felt that although the horse on the top was well drawn, it was quite satisfactory, and it was not even as vivid as the "Children Teasing Crickets" on the side.It's not really the "best".

Brother Xiao Hua may have missed his mark this time.

"Oh? Seriously?" Tang Deyong also showed disbelief on his face, but Jiang Miao clearly saw a smug blush from his neck to his face.

"Really." Qi Chi said calmly, "This painting is done with a sophisticated brush and done in one go. It is not difficult to see the skill of the painter. Especially the horse's hoof, with a kind of force, seems to be really galloping So-so. Just..."

"Just what? Boss Xi, but it's okay to say!" Tang Deyong urged.

Qi Chi showed shame on his face: "Is Qi so ignorant after all, that he never figured out who the painter is?"

"Hahahahahahaha——!!!" Tang Deyong laughed loudly, "I don't blame you, brother Xi! To be honest, this "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping" was painted by Tang himself, of course you have never seen it before!"

"Oh, no wonder." Qi Chi pretended to be enlightened.

Having said that, even a fool can see that Qi Chi is flattering Tang Deyong.It's just that the flattery was too accurate. How can you be so sure that the painting was made by Tang Deyong?

And this flattery really worked, Tang Deyong looked at Qichi now as if he saw Bole.A breakfast talks more than eats.

"I wonder how long the three bosses will stay in Sui Town this time?"

"About a month." Qi Chi said with a smile, "There have been many literati in Sui Town since ancient times. There must be a lot of good calligraphy and painting. We also want to keep it and take a good look. Maybe we can find some rare works. do it."

"Very good, very good! If you have time, you must come to the Tang residence often!" Tang Deyong took Xichi's hand and patted it, "It's rare to meet a bosom friend, so don't make friends with someone Tang!"

"Since you have said so, Xi would be more respectful than obedient."

"That's right!"

Jiang Xiao and You Ji secretly exchanged glances.

Get it done.

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After leaving Tang's house, Jiang Miao couldn't help touching Xia Qichi's elbow, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xiaohua, how do you know that painting must be painted by Tang Deyong?"

Qi Chi smiled faintly: "The framed frame is the best, and the painting is the worst. Who else would it be if it wasn't the master?"

"Ha." Jiang Miao was delighted after hearing this, and continued, "It's nothing wrong, it's nothing wrong."

"Stop chatting, both of you." You Ji still seemed preoccupied at this moment, frowning and asked, "What should we do next?"

"Get a rare item first, and then send it to Tang Deyong at night." Qi Chi said calmly, "At that time, I will be responsible for holding Tang back, Jiang Xiao will be responsible for finding Ajiao, and you sir...to check if Xiaojiao is still there. Continue to take saprophytic grass."

"clear."

"Ah."

Jiang Miao looked at Qi Chi and asked, "Then where do you go to find rare objects now? Antique shops or calligraphy and painting shops?"

"Go to an ink studio first and buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstones."

"What are you doing?" Jiang Miao looked surprised.

"Naturally, painting."

"Who drew it?"

Qi Chi hooked the corner of his lower lip: "Me."

……

The setting sun shines into the Western-style hotel room through the colored glass windows.The huge desk is covered with the most primitive rice paper and inkstone.

Jiang Miao propped his chin and tilted his head, watching Xichi standing by the table with great interest, concentrating on painting, and felt that this person was really miraculous.It seemed that one second he was playing mahjong with a group of monsters in the smoky casino, and the next second he was standing here painting with his brush, as if he was a fairy.

Such an interesting person, why did he fall in love with such an innocent man?

The sun quickly set to the west, and the sunset glow in the sky was only briefly brilliant for a short while, and then completely darkened.

Jiang Miao was awakened by a warm yellow light. When he opened his eyes, he was still thinking, when did he accidentally watch that person fall asleep?

"What time is it?" Jiang Miao just woke up with a nasal voice, rubbed his eyes, stood up, and walked towards Qi Chi who was standing by the desk with his arms folded.

Qi Chi looked up and saw Jiang Miao woke up, and smiled at him: "07:30, I didn't sleep long."

The light from the desk lamp cast a shadow on Xichi's face, and his eyes looked deeper and more serene under the light.

"Done?" Jiang Miao came to him, and subconsciously looked at the rice paper on the case.In an instant, he was completely attracted by the painting above, and he sighed involuntarily, "This is..."

The world on the rice paper is black, and the person in the fog-colored gown is leaning on the corridor, looking up slightly at the blooming bodhi flowers.

The corners of his lips were raised, and his half-opened eyes were full of laziness and comfort.The wine jug beside him was slanted to one side, and some wine was flowing out of the jug, and it was licked by a small deer poking over...

Very expressive.

"Is this the Mount Sumeru in your memory?" Jiang Xiao asked in a low voice.

"Yeah." Qi Chi moved closer from behind Jiang Miao, and said in a low voice, "Sumeru Mountain, with you."

Xichi's voice was like a cup of strong wine, it penetrated into Jiang Miao's body from the ear and began to go up.

Jiang Miao's ears turned red uncontrollably, he forcefully avoided this feeling and asked again.

"Are you going to give this to Tang Deyong?"

To be honest, Jiang Miao was reluctant.

"No, this is for you." Qi Chi said as he uncovered the painting and handed it to Jiang Miao, then lowered his head to the table and raised his chin again, "This is for him."

Jiang Miao saw that it was a landscape painting.Bright moon, bamboo forests, streams, egrets...a scene of a paradise.

On the red seal of the signature, there are a few words engraved: Lianchen Sanren.

"Lianchen Sanren?" Jiang Miao squinted his eyes, and said with a smirk, "A high imitation? The painting is really amazing!"

"It's not a replica." Xichi paused, "It's the real thing."

Jiang Miao looked surprised: "Since when did you become Lianchen Sanren again?"

"It happened a long time ago." Qi Chi smiled, "Didn't you also hear about Ghost Mother Xuyu before?"

Jiang Miao slapped his forehead: "Yes, yes, yes, remember, what is playing the flute in the bamboo forest or the pine forest?"

"Ah."

"Tsk..." Jiang Miao clicked his tongue and said, "Brother Xiaohua, how many vests do you have?"

"Do you like it?" Qichi didn't answer Jiang Miao's question, but instead asked him, "Do you like that painting?"

Jiang Miao's Adam's apple moved up and down, and a thin layer of sweat formed on the hand holding the rice paper.

"Do you like it?" Qi Chi repeated again.

Jiang Miao took a deep breath and exhaled again, finally nodded his head lightly, and said in a faint voice:

"like."

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