Scholar has special ghost skills

"Why is this painting..." He Yunqing stood in front of the enshrined portrait and stared blankly. What was hanging on the wall was just a blank scroll, but there was a seal of his own name on the side.

"Ah~" Cheng Zhiliu who brought him in explained, "It turns out that you were all painted on it, but after you fell out, you in this painting will not be there."

"It's really amazing." He Yunqing still couldn't believe it when he heard him say that again.

"That's right." Cheng Zhiliu pointed to the long sword placed on the table, "At that time, my hand was cut by the sword of the patriarch~"

He Yun lowered his eyes lightly, raised his hand to caress the carved lines on the scabbard, and said in a low voice, "This sword is indeed Yan Junyi's. He has never left his body. At that time, the ghost king and Zifei were injured by the sword. The created space collapsed, and Yan Junyi was seriously injured again, and for...Fortunately, the Great Monk...Master Jiujie threw Buddhist beads and sent us here in a golden light."

Cheng Zhiliuyi didn't quite understand what he said at the moment, but he could guess that before they crossed over, they must have encountered something dangerous. It just so happened that he used the sword as a medium to cast spells, so maybe he created such a mysterious situation. Whatever happens.

But the two of them, a scholar and a half-toned Taoist, seem to be unable to figure out why.Cheng Zhiliu said, "Master Patriarch, since neither you nor I can know the reason, why don't we ask Master Patriarch when he wakes up."

He Yunqing also agreed with him and nodded, "Well, that's fine."

As soon as the two of them came out, although He Yunqing felt that the other party seemed to be Yan Junyi's disciple this time, it was always bad to disturb him, so he said, "Brother Zhi Six, may I ask where is your kitchen?" place?"

"Kitchen?" Cheng Zhiliu was stunned, there were some, but he hadn't opened fire since he moved in here, "Are you hungry? No problem, I'll order you takeaway right away!"

Then he quickly took out his cell phone to make a call.

"What is takeaway?" He Yunqing was full of doubts, looking at him holding a small black board, pressed it a few times, and said something in his ear.

After the phone call, Cheng Zhiliu shook his head and hands at him, "Hahaha, wait a moment, there will be food in 10 minutes."

He Yunqing fell into more confusion...

When less than 10 minutes passed, there were steamed buns and fried dough sticks on the table in the hall, He Yunqing asked blankly, "Can you do magic tricks?"

"Hahaha." Cheng Zhiliu felt quite happy chatting with the ancients, and explained, "This is not a trick, I used a mobile phone, as long as I make a call, they will send it."

"It's really miraculous." He Yun listened lightly, feeling deeply novel and unbelievable.

"Hey, we'll talk about that later." Cheng Zhiliu handed him a box of steamed buns, "Mother Patriarch, you should be hungry too, eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you." He Yunqing took it and started to eat, but immediately thought that if Yan Junyi woke up later, he would definitely not be able to eat such greasy food, so he asked again, "Where can there be fish for sale here?"

"You want to eat fish? No problem!" Cheng Zhiliu immediately took out his phone again.

Half an hour later, He Yunqing looked at a table of braised fish, spicy fish fillets, and fish with pine nuts, and frowned, "Well... I'm asking if there is any live fish."

"Live fish?" Cheng Zhiliu was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Yes, but I have to go to the vegetable market."

He Yunqing was overjoyed, "Then can you take me there? I want to... cook some fresh fish soup for Yan Junyi. He is seriously injured, and he probably needs some light and nutritious supplements. I'm afraid I can't eat these spicy and greasy foods."

"This..." Cheng Zhiliu understood what he meant, but said with some difficulty, "But there is nothing in my kitchen."

He Yunqing also knew that it would be difficult for others to ask for it, so he hurriedly took out his purse, "This is all my money, can I use it with you? If I can use it, how many things can I buy?"

"Silver?" Cheng Zhiliu opened the purse with bright eyes, took out a tael of silver, put it in his mouth and bit it, his hands trembling with excitement, this was vain money 300 years ago, how much is it worth now money!

But seeing the other party looking at me urgently, he immediately put it in his trouser pocket, patted his chest and assured, "Hahaha, no problem, no problem, I will take you to the vegetable market right now! You can buy whatever you want!"

"Oh, that's good." He Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

When Cheng Zhiliu took his hand and was about to go out, he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and glanced at him, "But..."

"But what?" He Yunqing became nervous for a while, and his heart rose again.

Cheng Zhiliu said affirmatively, "If you dress like this, it is estimated that 100% of them will turn heads, and everyone will watch it like a monkey."

He Yun lightly glanced at the white-washed Tsing Yi on his body, and then at his, somewhat understanding the meaning of the other party, "Am I wearing something different from yours?"

"Yeah, people here don't wear your clothes on the street anymore." Cheng Zhiliu nodded, pointing to his white shirt and cropped pants, "It's fine if you wear mine."

"This..." He Yunqing was also a little embarrassed, "Then how should I go out? I don't have clothes like yours."

"Wait a minute." Cheng Zhiliu probably compared his height, then ran to the room, took out his own low-necked T-shirt and nine-point ripped jeans, "Mother Patriarch, come here, come here, ours The figure looks about the same, why don't you just wear mine?"

"Oh...thank you so much," He Yunqing took it over, but he didn't know what to do with it, "...what kind of clothes are these?"

"These are very modern clothes, convenient, casual and fashionable! What's more, it's cool to wear on this hot day, so don't hesitate, Mrs. Patriarch, go and change." Cheng Zhiliu persuaded him while into the bathroom.

As soon as He Yunqing turned around, the other party had already closed the door, so he could only ask, "Then...how do I wear this?"

Cheng Zhiliu's voice came in, "It's very simple, put the clothes on the bottom and the pants on the top."

"Okay... I'll try it." Now that things have come to an end, He Yunqing has no choice but to bite the bullet and wear it.

After he went in for 10 minutes, Cheng Zhiliu had already eaten two of the bananas on the table.After eating two more, I finally couldn't bear to throw away the banana peel, and ran to knock on the door, "Mother Patriarch, are you dressed yet?"

"I, I, I... I don't seem to be very good at dressing, and I don't know if I'm wearing it wrong..." He Yunqing's voice came out as if he had no strength.

"Ah?" Cheng Zhiliu didn't expect this, "Why don't you come out for a while and I'll teach you?"

"...Okay." After a while of silence, the bathroom door slowly opened.