I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

A tael of silver came from nowhere and landed firmly on the storyteller's desk.

"Hey! Thank you all for your rewards! The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. Let's see each other tomorrow."

"Leaving so early again! Tell me another one!"

"Yes! Everyone is not short of money!"

The storyteller spoke really well, and everyone in the audience tried to persuade him to stay.

As for how the storyteller pulls the audience together, that's not something we should care about.

What we want to talk about should be this generous tipper.

"I didn't expect to hear such a good story in this place. Sure enough, I have to travel a lot to increase my knowledge."

"That's right, traveling all over the world, even if you can't mention a few poems and songs, the breath conceived in your chest can rise like a vast sun."

The horns of emerald green pine and forest trees streaked across the air, and the color of approval appeared in the bright iridescent eyes.

"Where else do you want to go, sir?"

The orange-yellow amber and mountain-like dragon horns swayed slightly.Serving tea for the painter, Zhenlong asked her about the next journey in a soft voice.

"Um……"

The painter pondered for a moment, then turned to look at him, asking for his opinion.

"Is there any place Axi wants to go?"

"me?"

Bai Zhou thought about it seriously, and then slowly opened his mouth under the gaze of the painter:

"Mr.'s side is where I want to be the most."

"..."

The teacup in the painter's hand fell on the table, splashed a little tea, and tapped his forehead gently with his fingers.

"Where did you learn this nympho talk?"

"Woo... It's from the heart, not from a nymphomaniac."

Bai Tian put on a bitter look, but quietly grabbed the painter's hand, holding it in the palm of his hand and never letting go.

"I thought about it very seriously, sir."

"Seriously."

The painter's expression was still as calm as before, and he didn't seem to be aroused by Bai Tian's words in the slightest.

"Well, how about we go climbing, sir."

"Although the mountains here are not as magnificent as the Five Sacred Mountains, they still have a special flavor."

"Mountain climbing... also possible."

Although it was physical work that the artist didn't like very much, the thought of watching the sunset and enjoying the scenery with A Xi gave the artist a lot of motivation.

"Then let's go, sir."

He took the painter's hand, left tea money, and took her out of the tea house during the day, and walked towards the beautiful hill outside the town.

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"Sir, is this comfortable?"

Feeling the almost negligible weight on his back and the comfort brought by that pressure, Bai Tian talked with the painter lying on his back with concern.

"Um……"

The painter is in a very tangled mood right now.

When she first started to climb the mountain, she even made big claims, saying that she only needed one breath to reach the top of a small hill that was less than a thousand feet high, but in the end, she was tired to Bai Tian after walking less than a third of the way.

He wanted to correct her majesty as a husband in the end, but failed again.

Stupid Axi must be smiling happily in her heart now.

Hmph, let me be happy for a while.

There will be more happy waiting.

"Sir, there is still a river on this mountain, how about we catch a few scales and stew with wine later?"

During the day, he went up along with the creek. Although he was carrying a painter on his back, he did not leave behind the arrangement for a refreshment time in his heart.

"Scale soup... This small stream, how big scales can there be, I'm afraid they are just small seedlings, and they are no more than the size of a palm when picked up."

Although the painter was moved, the stream next to the two of them...was really too small, it was almost like a mountain stream.

As the saying goes, the deeper the water, the bigger the scales, so one can imagine how big the scales can be caught in this small stream, which seems to be no bigger than the painter's calf.

"Mr. has a picture. There are no fat scales in this small stream, but there are still hundreds of rivers in Mr.'s paintings. I think the scales inside must be extremely fat."

The meaning of the day is not in the creek, but in the evening painting.

"So you were planning on my painting."

The painter glanced at the corner of the day, turned his bright eyes slightly, and opened his mouth lightly:

"It's not easy to catch scales from my Mo River."

"Please teach me sir."

The painter gently raised his hand on the real dragon's shoulder, and put it between the real dragon's hair.

"If you want to catch my scales, you still need to offer a tribute to the painter. If the things you offer don't suit the painter's wishes, not only will they not be able to enter the Mo River, but they will also be punished by the painter."

"Oh, I don't know what this painter likes? I will take it with all my strength and offer it with both hands."

Bai Zhou only felt that the right corner was lightly tapped by a finger.Then I heard the words of the painter:

"A pair of dragon horns need to be carved from the best mountain jade. The color of orange amber is the best for them to play with."

"I see."

Hearing the words during the day, he chuckled.

"Mr. Diagonal is just for fun. When I get tired of watching, I will give you a new pair."

"Can this be changed?"

After getting the answer, the painter opened his right palm that was always dotted, gently pressed the right corner of the real dragon, and then held it lightly.

Its color is like rock, its quality is like jade, warm and clear, and can transmit light.

When you look closely, you can find that there are still mountain-like lines inside, and the shape of this horn is as clear-cut as a mountain pouring backwards.

A pair of horns are like two mountains facing each other, and like a vein of continuous life, they are carved into a golden crown, as if this horn crown is really formed by two majestic and extraordinary mountains!

"It was impossible before, but after Tianyue's trip, not only the horn can be changed, but also the yin and yang of the body, and the shape and appearance can also be changed at will."

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"Like those two times?"

How dazzing and dazzling the majesty of the giant dragon is, the painter can remember it clearly.

"Ah."

The horn was caught to enjoy, and Bai Tian straightened his neck so that the horn would not fall off with the rotation of his head and hurt the painter.

The tip of his horn is sharp, although it is not as sharp as a needle, but it is still easy to cut through the skin.

"Sir, do you want to see me change my appearance?"

How about becoming a bitch?

"Next time... um, what else can I turn into other than that dragon?"

The painter originally wanted to say that he would definitely do it next time, but he thought about what he was about to do today, and it would be better to be as happy as possible, so he changed his words again.

"Whatever you want to see, sir, I can change into whatever you want."

During the day, this is not bragging, as long as it is within the territory of Yan Kingdom, he can change whether it is flowers, birds, fish, insects, vegetation, mountains and rocks.

"Well... there's nothing I want to see..."

The painter has seen almost everything, so he is not as curious about everything as a child.

But since they all said that, wouldn't it be a bit of a loss not to come up with one.

"Think slowly, sir, it won't be too late to do this after finding a place to stay."

Now the day can't be changed, it's okay to change to some animal, if it changes to vegetation, rocks or insect scales, wouldn't the painter who is still on him fall to the ground.

"Well, that's fine too."

They said something else, and while chatting, the two walked away for about a cup of tea, looking at the day ahead before calling out to remind the painter.

"Sir, there is a pavilion over there, let's rest here."

Hearing this, the painter turned his attention away from the corner of the day, looked up at the place he said, and saw the pavilion at a glance.

"can."

The two of them stopped under the pavilion, the painter got off Bai Tian, ​​and Shi Shi suddenly fell to the ground.

"Sir, this place is really nice."

I looked at the pavilion during the day.

"This pavilion is located in the jaw of the mountain, only [-] meters away from the top of the mountain, but you can overlook the scenery below it as if you were on the top of the mountain."

"According to the trajectory of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, you can see the rising sun and the setting sun here. There are also stone tables and benches for drinking tea and vegetables. Absolutely!"

"It's really good, it's good to be here."

The painter did not expect to see such a wonderful place, and felt a little bit of joy for a while, so he stopped the mountaineering trip here.

"That sir."

Throwing off the dust on the stool, another layer of soft cushions was laid, and the painter was invited to take a seat. Fang asked during the day:

"Do you want to drink tea and enjoy the scenery first, or do you want to drink wine and eat meat?"

"Or, first watch my transformation technique?"

"Well, it's really difficult to choose."

The painter looked at the wonderful scenery of the mountains and the land in the distance, and then at the real dragon.

"The scenery of this world is as uncanny as ever, and your technique of transformation is extremely miraculous. Either of the two is the number one choice. But you can only choose one at a time...Since that's the case."

"I want it all!"

"Well, so it's like... sir?"

Bai Tian was slightly dazed, and looked at her rather puzzled.

"Why, can't you?"

The painter looked at him intently, with bright eyes and white teeth, and clear water.

"Of course I can... what my husband wants, I will do my best."

"It's just why does the master want me to change?"

"At once……"

The painter pondered for a moment, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart.

"Become a raccoon slave."

"Beaver slave?"

During the day, he thought it would be a crane, a mountain leopard, etc., but it turned out to be a raccoon slave.

"In the past few days, I have seen a pure white raccoon slave running around in the palace, but I can't get close to see it. Having you today is a little bit of regret."

The painter's words made Bai Tian smile.

"The raccoon slave mentioned by Mr. must be my ruler Yu Xiaofei."

"I have raised it for many years, but I can imitate it once or twice."