I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

"gentlemen!"

The voice of the daytime sounded again, but this time, the voice carried the aura that made the painter cringe.

He is obviously small, but why...

As if sensing that his tone was wrong, the little ghost suddenly softened again, and raised his hand to support her.

"You must rest when you are tired. You just sit here and rest, and I will fetch you water."

"..."

Sitting on the straw mat, holding a bamboo tube filled with water in his hand, recalling how he was just now, the painter fell into deep thought.

"gentlemen."

The sound of day awakens the painter.

She raised her head slightly, and saw Bai Zhou holding a piece of paper with a happy face.

"What is this...?"

The painter took it and looked at it.

There were many words written on that piece of paper.

It is a font that the artist is familiar with... The one who writes is quite serious in teaching.

But after looking at it a few more times, the painter's mood changed.

On that piece of paper, the schedule for the whole day was clearly and neatly marked.

"Sir, this is the schedule I tailored for you. Your body will recover in just a month or two!"

A month or two?

The painter looked at the work schedule.

There are indeed rules about when to exercise, when to eat, and when to rest.

But her problem can't be cured in a month or two.

The kid is just wasting his efforts in vain.

Moreover, Xi, the great painter of the Yan Kingdom, still needs a brat with no hair yet to teach her how to do things?

"Fahrenheit."

The great painter threw the watch back into Bai Zhou's arms on the spot.

"I don't need this kind of thing."

"what?"

During the day, he looked at the schedule he had planned, and looked at the painter suspiciously.

"Sir, is the rest time too short? How about increasing it from four hours to six hours? If there is more, there will be no time for fitness."

"Why do you have that unknown so-called fitness?"

The painter frowned at him.

"Isn't my painting a fitness exercise?"

"..."

"gentlemen……"

Before he could say more in the daytime, the painter interrupted him.

"Go and put away the paintings, I'm tired."

"Yes, sir."

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"Let's say that among the twelve immortals, there is an immortal called Hongchen Immortal, who once held a three-foot green blade and a single sword, which made all the bandits who did all kinds of evil fall under the sword, and saved the daughter of the Du family. In order to repay her life-saving grace, the daughter of the Du family is willing to sacrifice herself..."

"Huh? Sir, Mr. Miaobi is still telling stories."

When the two came back, they passed the storytelling place again. Although it was past noon, there were still many people gathered here for the story.

"...Tsk."

The painter looked at the stage in displeasure.

This guy is using other people's black history as a talking point again.

"Walk."

She didn't want to see this guy again.

"Hey, don't rush to leave. Is the story not good, or is it because there are no seats and you feel tired standing?"

Bai Yi's wonderful pen appeared in front of the two of them again.

"Ugh?"

During the day, he looked at Miaobi suspiciously, and then looked at the stage in surprise.

"Mr. Miaobi, this..."

Why is there a wonderful pen under the stage, and another wonderful pen on the stage?

"What's the surprise? It's just reappearing the recorded events."

Miaobi took out a story book from the pouch at his waist and shook it in front of Baitian.

Looking at it during the day, the story book says "Yan Yi Lu", author: Miaobi.

"I see. I have read your book."

Bai Tian's words made Miaobi raise her eyebrows, and there was a little smile on the corner of her lips.

"Oh, then, how about I come to test you?"

Although it was in a questioning tone, Miaobi asked his own question without giving Bai Zhou time to answer.

"In the story I wrote in Chapter 10 of the first volume of this book, how is the protagonist described?"

"Ah, I remember this!"

"It has the color of a beast and is blue in shape, resembling a mountain

Its eleventh, wearing a moon and wearing smoke

The clouds are faint, and the twilight sees

The beard is like a forest, the bone is as steep as a stone

The saying goes: the stars hide some snow, the moon is dark and bright

People are turbid, and colors are good or bad

Five soldiers are hard to hurt, five fires are hard to prevent

Burning his flesh and blood, ink springs flowing, mist exhausted and smoke exhausted, two unrestrained poems

However, the beast is difficult to control, it is easy in the morning and evening, and it disappears instantly

Its shape is also false, its substance is also false

The pen is intoxicated, and it seems that the madness will be exhausted overnight"

Bai Li answered quickly and accurately.

"Oh, I have a pretty good memory. I got it right."

Miaobi patted him on the head in recognition.

"This one is my favorite!"

It seemed that he was talking about a topic he was interested in, and Bai Zhou laughed happily.

"But why did it end in tragedy?"

"Is it a tragedy..."

Miaobi smiled lightly.

"Because it's a fact. The prototype of this story is the person with that temperament. If there is no external interference, her ending will be exactly as written in the story."

"Tragedy, you are not her, how do you know that this is not a relief for her?"

The painter refuted Miaobi's words, and knocked Bai Zhou's head casually.

"Oh, I understand the truth, but why did you beat me, sir?"

Bai Tian, ​​who had suffered for no reason, looked at the painter bitterly.

"I don't want to hit this guy, lest I get my hands dirty."

The painter withdrew his hand and stopped looking at Miaobi, and turned around to leave.

"what?"

Bai Tian's little head was full of question marks.

"Aren't you going to eat the scale beasts from that restaurant? If you don't hurry up, there will only be dead scale beasts left."

The painter's voice came, and the person had already walked several meters away.

"Oh! I'm coming, sir! Go slowly and wait for me."

Returning to the family relationship of the ten sisters, guests from beyond the sky

"Why did you come with me?"

The painter stared at Miaobi sitting across from him, with displeasure written all over his face.

"I also want to eat the roasted crucian carp scales here, why, can't I?"

If the painter is not happy, Miaobi is happy.

"Then why don't you sit at the table over there? There's no room for idlers here."

What the painter said was the darkest corner of the restaurant, if there were no seats, even beggars would not want to sit there.

"Ah Xi, sir, I have received a lot of funding recently, how about I treat you to this meal?"

Miaobi did not refute, she took out a bag of yellow and white vulgar things from her bag.

"Ah, Mr. Miaobi, it's not good to make you spend money."

Bai Zhou embarrassedly picked up the menu.

"Ok?"

The painter frowned and snorted.

"Sir, we don't have much money (whispers)"

The painter had heard about his ink marks many times, but he never expected that such a problem would appear at such a moment.

"..."

The painter hated iron for being weak and knocked Bai Tian on the head.

Can't you be a little tougher!Mere money, she...she has no source.

She is a jobless vagrant, and she draws everything she needs and needs. How can there be such treasures printed by the court.

"……Only this one time."

If it wasn't for the little ghost who was greedy for the scaled beasts here, she would have left immediately.

She will not accept the cheap food of writing.

"Well, then, let's get two of the most famous braised crucian carp scales."

"That's all it takes?"

Miaobi watched the interaction between the two, rolled her eyes, and took the recipe.

"Xiao Er, another serving of spicy feather, spicy feather wing, Kung Pao Yuding, hot and sour fat beef powder, spicy stewed beef, spicy beef offal soup, garlic white meat, stick feather, and spicy stir-fried flowers. Three more pork belly Bone noodles. Oh, everything you order, extra spicy."

"Writer, you!"