I opened the academy in Liaozhai

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Su Xiao and Qiantang Jun looked at each other.

Su Xiao signaled to his friend with his eyes: I can't invite Erlang God, you have to go!

Mr. Qiantang's fish eyes widened: I can't help it, it's you who can do it, it's up to you!

Neither of them responded.

After a moment of stalemate, Su Xiao waved Xi Fangping into "Liaozhai·Yingning", and said to Mr. Qiantang angrily: "Who said just now that the Heavenly Court has disappeared for many years? You conjured the Master Qingyuan Miaodao."

Mr. Qiantang couldn't explain clearly, so he had to come out of the fish tank and handed Su Xiao the magic pen of the study, "I said you can invite Erlang God because you have this pen."

Su Xiao tilted his head: Isn't this just writing?

Mr. Qiantang raised his head reservedly, and said, "How can the gift I give be so simple. Do you know the 'finishing touch'?"

Su Xiao said: "Nonsense, I know it's superfluous. What's the use of that?"

Mr. Qiantang blew his beard and stared, "Rotten wood. You can draw a portrait of Erlang God and let it break through the wall like the dragon in Zhang Sengyou's painting."

Su Xiao was stunned for a moment, then furious, "You are here to laugh at me!"

Mr. Qiantang shouted, "How could it be? My idea couldn't be better. As long as you send the portrait of Wumu to the temple for consecration, and then dot the eyes to summon Erlang God, he will definitely appear, and he will definitely not blame you. What's the point of this idea? not good!"

Su Xiao sneered, walked to the front of the desk, dipped his pen in ink, and quickly drew a picture.

When the painting was finished, a dark mass inside jumped out of the paper, and "poof" filled Mr. Qiantang's face with ink.

Mr. Qiantang wiped his dark face and said, "What is this, squid?"

Su Xiao said blankly: "This is the jellyfish I drew."

Mr. Qiantang: ...

"Hahahaha, so in your eyes, Brother Su, jellyfish look like this! Hahahaha——" Lord Long Jun laughed so hard that he wanted to roll on the ground.

Su Xiao's face was darker than that of Long Jun, who was full of cuttlefish juice, "I'm just a sucker for painting, why, can't I?"

Mr. Qian Tang reluctantly said: "Yes—Brother Su is very intelligent, puff, can he draw? His flaws are very reasonable—" He covered his mouth and laughed, while shaking his shoulders slightly.

Su Xiao said coldly: "What's more, there are many old ghosts in the underworld. There must be officials who know the appearance of Erlang God. If I draw a picture casually, can I win the hearts of all the ghosts?"

Lord Qiantang forcibly suppressed a stern smile, and said: "I have a picture of a heavenly banquet hidden in my palace, which depicts a scene of a certain peach feast. Erlang God happened to be at the banquet that time. I can fetch it and make it for you. Idol reference."

Su Xiao said quietly: "Go back to the palace, are you not afraid of your brother this time?"

Mr. Qiantang smiled "hey": "Brother Su's matter is more important than elder brother's urging marriage."

Su Xiao couldn't hold back, rolled his eyes and said, "Don't think I don't know, it's clearly your desire to join in the fun that is more important."

Mr. Qiantang pretended not to hear, quickly waved his sleeves to bid farewell, and went back to Qiantangjiang mansion to pick up the painting.

Su Xiao: Who is this evil Dragon Lord?The fiery Mr. Qiantang in the legend seems to be as far away as a world from me...

Su Qing didn't go far that night, but just wandered aimlessly along the river.When he recovered from the tremor brought by Su Xiao, he immediately went back home.

It's a pity that it took a long time for this snake demon gentleman to wake up. During the days when he was away, Mr. Qiantang had quickly settled down in the small courtyard.

So when Su Qing stepped into the courtyard gate, she immediately noticed the strong aura of the water god in the courtyard.

Su Qing held the door tightly and asked Su Xiao, "Is there someone new at home?"

Su Xiao replied: "Yes, a living soul came to ask for help two days ago."

The answer is irrelevant, the lips of the donkey are not right with the mouth of the horse.This is not the answer Su Qing wants to know at all.

Young Master Green Snake was about to move the venom in his teeth, but he still pretended to be nonchalant, "What's the matter, do you need my help?"

Su Xiao was moved to tears: she is still Qingqing and considerate, with a cold face and a warm heart.Unlike Mr. Qiantang, who just wants to have fun with her, he is a plastic friend.

She told Su Qing the whole story and troubles in this way, and the beauty in Tsing Yi frowned after hearing this.

"You once said that Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun is the nephew of the Emperor of Heaven, and he lives in Guanjiangkou, the lower realm. He seldom communicates with his uncle and listens to the heavens. If the Zhenjun is so powerful, is it true that he hides with the gods of the heavens? If it is true Jun is still in the world, is Qiantang Jun's idea harmful to you?"

Su Qing was worried about Su Xiao's safety.

All kinds of true and false legends about gods have been circulated in the world, and no god has ever been held accountable.But pretending to be a god, cutting down mountains and destroying temples, there must be retribution.He didn't want Su Xiao to take risks for strangers because of Qiantang Lord's words.

Su Xiao tilted her head: "Qingqing makes sense." She smiled and reached out to Su Qing, hugging her best friend's soft waist, "Then please Qingqing take me to Guanjiangkou~"

Su Qing glanced at Su Xiao silently, agreed to her willful request, and used escapism to take people to Guanjiangkou, and visited the nearby temples on the hills one by one.

But no matter which temple, Erlang God didn't respond.

Su Xiao looked at the statue of the young god sitting in the temple, and an idea came to his mind.

She urged Su Qing to take her back, and wrote "Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun Biography" in the small courtyard study.

Because the content of the biography was taken from the draft of the Soviet version of "Fengshen Bang", Su Xiao could write quickly if he had a sense of writing.After the day was over, she took Su Qing to another trip to Guanjiangkou.

This time, Su Xiao offered three sticks of incense to the great god sitting in the center, offered the manuscript, worshiped three times earnestly, and then muttered something.

"True Monarch, you have too many titles. From Chuanzhu, Hunting God, Water God, Drama God, Thunder God... to Chicheng King, Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, Zhaohui Xiansheng Renyou King... Hua Ming There are too many to count, no wonder the beliefs are not concentrated. This is the cauldron of inconsistent revolutionary slogans.

So for the sake of spreading my faith, I picked the one I like the most from your title as the name of my biography, and I don’t know if our preferences are the same...

By the way, this time I came to ask for something.Although I have always believed that the world is the world, I don't want to trouble the gods.It's a pity that this time it's too much trouble, so I have to offend you.The opponent is a bunch of unruly gods of the underworld, I remember that you also have the priesthood of hunting gods, presumably you won't mind making a move..."

After Su Xiao muttered, in Miao Zhu's expression of staring at the disrespectful lunatic, he backhanded and took away the biography that had just been tributed.

Miao Zhu: I've never seen such a madman in my life. It's fine to write a lace news biography for the gods, but she dares to take them back after worshiping the gods! !

Mr. Qiantang did not know when he appeared outside the temple, watching jokes leisurely.

Su Xiao shook the pages of the book in his hand, and suddenly turned to Mr. Qiantang.

Not surprisingly, True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao was not shaken out of the book by her.But unexpectedly, Mr. Qiantang was covered by the book.

Su Xiao:? ? ?Mr. Qiantang, how did you get in?

Not long after, Mr. Qiantang came out of the book by himself, and the first sentence was: "You actually invited Erlang God to be a little real!"

Su Xiao immediately put aside the reason why Mr. Qiantang entered the small world, and said without a smile: "Oh? So Brother Long, what you said earlier was a lie. I shouldn't have asked the real king to help me? "

Mr. Qiantang couldn't admit what he said—he just wanted Su Xiao to draw a picture of a god-man to fool Yinsi—and said with a dry smile: "No, I thought you didn't have the true face of Erlang God, even if you write him in the book , the image will be distorted. I never thought that you can do this without a portrait..."

Su Xiao snorted coldly, "You unreliable guy, give me the portrait. The biography can only let people enter the small world. If I want to invite the gods to come to the world, I still need to draw his charm with a brush."

This is also the inspiration Su Xiao got from the embroidered portrait biography when he was thinking about the usage of the magic brush.

Although this is the first time this method is used, Su Xiao is inexplicably full of confidence.

——Until she saw the banquet picture that Mr. Qian Tang took out.

"How can you tell me to draw!" Su Xiao threw the table angrily.

The banquet pictures of the gods pay attention to the depiction of the gods, meticulously, and the clothes and belts are like the wind.Good-looking is good-looking, but she can't copy it at all!

In the end, Mr. Qiantang could only smile wryly, and used magic techniques to make a photocopy of Su Xiaozhao, asking her to follow suit.

The so-called "photographing a tiger and painting a cat" refers to Su Xiao.

Even in this way, from the difficulty of hell to the difficulty of going downstairs, she still succeeded three times in a row.

When Su Xiao tremblingly bound the portrait of Erlang Shen and the biography together, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, lest she ruin the three days of hard work with a crooked hand.

Fortunately, there was no mistake this time, and it went smoothly until Su Xiao enshrined the book to the god again.

Miao Zhu Siyu looked at Su Xiao, who came to worship the god for the third time, and pretended not to see him with his hands closed.

She is said to be pious, how can there be believers who snatch sacrifices from the statues of gods?

She said she was lying, but this person came three times in just a few days!

According to the procedure of the first visit, Su Xiao finished worshiping three sticks of incense and closed his eyes to pray.

Amidst the curling green smoke, Taoist uniforms with silk ribbons and handsome three-eyed eyes appeared in the main hall with a smile at some point.

In front of the statue, the enshrined biography unknowingly turned into smoke and dust, floating in the sky and the earth.

Miao Zhu opened his mouth wide, knelt down with a "plop", his mind went blank.

Erlang manifests the sage and the true king, he, the old man has really manifested the sage!

Su Xiao originally thought that what the magic pen combined with the real spirit would point out would be a "dummy", similar to the elementary artificial intelligence in modern society.However, the young Taoist who appeared in front of everyone broke her imagination.

Su Xiao looked at the Taoist in the hydration suit and the cloud crown with a fan, subconsciously slapped Mr. Qiantang next to him, and asked in a low voice, "I'm the author of Qi Dian, not a historian. That biography has a lot of nonsense and few real historical facts. But this true monarch who has appeared in this world from childhood legends is obviously not right. Brother Long, are you sure this is not the rightful master?"

Lord Qiantang bowed his hands to the Taoist, then smiled and shook his folding fan, and said to Su Xiao, "Guess?"

Su Xiao: ...

Su Xiao: I have ten thousand mmp sentences to say!

Mr. Qiantang, let me tell you, the giant wheel of our friendship is over!Ruined!

The author has something to say: Su Qing: Xiaoxiao, you see, only I will not lie to you.