Chapter 112 Damn it, he pretended to do it (please subscribe)


Chapter 112 Damn it, he got it (please subscribe~~)

“Tsk, tsk, this gift of mine is incredible!” Qin Yao was very proud and took it from under the cart with the cake. Take out a big gift box and place it in front of Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu didn’t ask any more questions this time. He started directly, opened the gift box, and took out a scroll from it.

"Scroll? Is it the work of a master in the painting?"

"Even if it isn't, it is certainly extraordinary. Don't forget, Mr. Qin is the young master."
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Below, the guests were whispering and talking.

Uncle Jiu had roughly the same idea as the guests. He turned the scroll to the crowd and slowly unfolded it.

As the images in the painting gradually appeared, Uncle Jiu's expression suddenly became very strange, and a group of guests who poked their heads to watch were even more stunned.

On the drawing paper, I saw a tyrant-like figure wearing a black suit, holding a cane in both hands, standing on the cracked ground, looking forward, with fierce and sharp eyes. The big guy's aura rushed towards his face, making people afraid to look directly at him.

The portrait is very tasteful and the painting skills are very good, but the key is that that face is Qin Yao!

In other words, this is one of his self-portraits! !

Uncle Jiu could not speak for a long time.

The guests were so confused that they couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

After a long time, they came back to their senses. They wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare. Their cheeks twitched.

Many people even silently pinched their thighs below!

"Qin Yao..."

Uncle Jiu twitched his mouth, turned around and asked, "What is this?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Qin Yao scratched his head. asked.

Uncle Jiu chuckled: "It's just because it's too obvious, so I asked you."

"Master's laughter is a bit penetrating!" Qiu Sheng pulled Wen Cai and whispered.

Wen Cai nodded: "Senior Brother, he is seeking death! He is finished, we have to stay away from him recently."

Qiu Sheng believed it deeply.

"As you can see, this is my personal self-portrait. Even though it is just a painting, it actually has three major functions." Qin Yao said with confidence.

"What are the three major functions?" Uncle Jiu took a breath silently and asked quietly.

Qin Yao opened his mouth and came: "The first important function is to ward off evil spirits. The so-called ghosts are afraid of evil people. In this painting, I am more fierce than the evil people. If the little ghost sees it, he will definitely be terrified and trembling.

The second big thing is The function is to see things and think about people. If one day I am not in Yizhuang, Master and fellow apprentices will When you miss me, you can look at the portrait to relieve your lovesickness.

To tell you a little more, I think it will be enough to hang this scroll under the statue of Patriarch Sanmao so that the brothers can see it at any time..."

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu could no longer bear it.

Put it under the statue of Patriarch Sanmao?

Do I need to worship you when I offer incense? Disciple!

"I have received your filial piety. I am very pleased to reward you for eating this cake. You are not allowed to have any leftovers." Uncle Jiu pointed at the small tower-like cake and said with a smile.

Qin Yao coughed dryly and said: "Master, this is enough for at least thirty people. If one person takes a small piece, it can even be divided into one hundred people."

"One portrait of my apprentice is enough. If you can scare ghosts and gods, what's the problem?" Uncle Jiu chuckled and waited for Qin Yao to admit his mistake.

This bastard is getting more and more naughty. If you don’t teach him a profound lesson, he will definitely get slapped in the face in the future.

"The gifts haven't been delivered yet? How can we divide the cake first?"

Qin Yao didn't rush, put his hand into the cake cart hidden by the red curtain again, and pulled it out in front of everyone. A long whisk with a black handle and silver thread, swayed slightly, and the golden light swayed: "This is the whisk that goes with my portrait. Everyone knows that the dust on the portrait cannot be wiped dry by hand. It cannot be wiped with a wet cloth. After much deliberation, it is best to use this whisk to wipe it. The purpose of whisking is to remove dust..." "Lingbao!"


< br>As the golden light of the whisk in his hand shone, a group of Maoshan Taoist priests stood up and stared at the three thousand swaying threads with eyes that were either shocked, fiery, or dull.

For some reason, the originally silvery white whisk threads gradually turned golden under the infusion of his magic power, like soft golden threads.

"It's a gold and silver whisk, a magic weapon passed down by Patriarch Mao Shan." Mao Shanming just didn't have enough strength, but his vision and knowledge were far beyond those of his peers, and he revealed the true name of this whisk.

The Taoist priests were in an uproar.

No matter what it is, once the word "ancestor" is mentioned, its meaning will change instantly.

"Are you okay?" Qin Yao held the fly whisk in his hand and looked at everyone.

Damn it, he tricked me!

For a time, everyone who understood the meaning of the magic weapon had this feeling in their hearts.

"Qin Yao, where did you get this whisk?" After a long time, Uncle Jiu, who was also stunned, gradually came back to his senses and asked with a strange expression.

He was basically sure that this guy definitely did it on purpose!

If something so valuable was given to him directly, even if it was a birthday gift, he would refuse it sternly.

But after going around in such a big circle, if he still refuses to accept it, Qin Yao can stop him with a hundred words later.

Of course.

I don’t rule out the possibility that this guy will take the opportunity to cause trouble and show off his skills.

The dignified Young Master Qin can even do something like send a female ghost to his master, but what else can he not do?

"Hey, is your focus not right?" Qin Yao avoided talking about how the whisk came, pointing to his portrait and said: "That is a gift, is The point is, this whisk is just for dusting the portrait."

A group of Taoist priests: "..."

This is a bit too much!

Show operation is a show operation, you can’t think that we are all fools!

Uncle Jiu was silent for a moment and said: "I have accepted the portrait. You hold the whisk first."

Qin Yao shook his head decisively and put the whisk in front of him: "My portrait It is extremely precious. There is only one like this in the Three Realms. You must use this whisk to dust it. If you replace it with anything else, it will look lower... Ahem, style!"

Uncle Jiu: "... ”

It was exactly what I expected.

"Brother, I think you don't want it that much, so why not just give it to me. From now on, I will take this whisk and dust the portrait three times a day." Mao Shanming rubbed his hands vigorously and said .

Although he knew that this request was a bit excessive and the possibility of the other party agreeing was extremely low, he just couldn't help it!

This is the human world, not the underworld, not the heavenly palace. The magic weapon is not lost on the streets. If he can hold a gold and silver whisk in his hand, he will definitely be the third person in Waimao in the future, and his ancestors will be honored.

"How can Senior Brother Mao do such a rough job? I like cleaning the most. Senior Brother Lin, why don't you let me keep this whisk first?" A Taoist priest felt very itchy and couldn't help shouting road.

Mao Shanming was furious and shouted: "Oh, do you want to show some respect?"

"No, I'm getting closer to you, senior brother." The Taoist leader laughed and said loudly.

Seeing that these two idiots were about to curse in public, Uncle Jiu suddenly became furious.

This is how the image of Maoshan master was pulled down.

The teacher’s scum!

(End of this chapter)

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