Ye Qingyun met Guo Xiaoyun halfway down the mountain to look for him.
Seeing Ye Qingyun return safely, Guo Xiaoyun's worried heart was relieved.
The master and apprentice took Da Mao back to the mountain together.
"Master, two people came to visit you before."
Guo Xiaoyun has not forgotten the pair of masters and disciples, Gongsun Yue and Bai Suyi.
"Oh? Who?"
Ye Qingyun's heart tightened.
Isn't he also a Buddhist monk?
"An old man and a young and beautiful sister."
"The old man said he was the sect leader of the Nine Spirits Sect, and his name was Gongsun. I didn't remember it."
"That beautiful sister's name is Bai Suyi. She said she is your friend, master."
Speaking of this, Guo Xiaoyun winked at Ye Qingyun and chuckled.
"Master, do you know such a beautiful sister?"
Ye Qingyun was embarrassed for a while.
"It's just friends. Don't think about what you have or don't have at a young age."
"oh."
"Did they say anything when they came?"
"I just said that I came to visit you and gave me a bottle of elixir. I poured them tea. They sat there until the afternoon and didn't see you coming back, so they went back and said they would come to visit next time."
Ye Qingyun nodded and didn't take it to heart.
"Master, this elixir is very delicious. Do you want to take it too?"
Guo Xiaoyun took the Jingyuan Pill given to him by Gongsun Yue and chewed it in his mouth, as if he was eating broad beans.
"Give me a taste."
Ye Qingyun also took one and put it in his mouth.
It's a little sweet and has a crunchy texture.
"It's not bad. You can eat everything you like."
Ye Qingyun said.
"Uh-huh."
Guo Xiaoyun poured a bottle of Jing Yuan Dan into his mouth and chewed it, which was a satisfying experience.
After a while.
A bottle of eight Jingyuan Pills was eaten by Guo Xiaoyun.
If other warriors saw it, they would be stunned by this scene.
Although this Jingyuan Pill is not a very good pill.
But a mortal who has never practiced cultivation just ate a bottle of Jingyuan Dan?
This is simply seeking death.
Ordinary people would definitely explode and die.
But Guo Xiaoyun didn't do anything at all.
He acted like a fine person and even burped.
After returning to the mountain, Ye Qingyun's life seemed to have returned to peace.
Guo Xiaoyun shared some of the farm work that he had to do in the past, which made Ye Qingyun much more relaxed.
Of course, Ye Qingyun did not forget to teach Guo Xiaoyun.
After all, he is his teacher, not his nanny.
Ye Qingyun doesn't know how to practice, so he can only teach other things.
"Xiaoyun, I will teach you how to write today."
"I can write."
"What?"
"I'm really good at writing."
Seeing that Ye Qingyun didn't believe it, Guo Xiaoyun took a pen and paper and wrote a few words in front of Ye Qingyun.
Although the writing is crooked, it is still understandable.
Ye Qingyun was a little surprised.
"Who did you learn this from?"
Guo Xiaoyun smiled and said, "I learned it from the storyteller Huang Laohan in the teahouse."
Old Man Huang?
Ye Qingyun thought of this person.
Not long ago, I went to sit in a teahouse and had contact with this old man Huang.
"How many words do you know?"
Ye Qingyun asked again.
"Basically we all know each other."
Guo Xiaoyun continued to write.
Ye Qingyun was speechless.
It seems that you don’t need to teach yourself how to write.
"Then let me teach you how to draw."
Ye Qingyun said.
"OK."
Guo Xiaoyun is quite interested.
Ye Qingyun first taught him to start painting from simple things.
He brought an egg.
Place it in front of Guo Xiaoyun.
"Based on this egg painting, draw ten pictures first and see if there is any difference."
"good."
Guo Xiaoyun was also very obedient and started drawing according to the eggs.
Ye Qingyun smiled slightly.
He didn't know if his teaching method was right or not.
But he remembered that there was a master painter in that world who practiced like this.
"The painting is done."
It didn't take long.
Ten eggs are painted.
Ye Qingyun took it over and took a look.
Each of the ten eggs is different.
But there is one thing in common, that is, they are all perfect.
It is completely drawn from all angles of the egg.
Ye Qingyun was dumbfounded.
Damn it?
You won’t take on a talented apprentice, right?
He brought another pear.
"Follow the painting."
"good!"
After a while.
Guo Xiaoyun has finished the painting.
Ye Qingyun took a look and confirmed his guess.
This Guo Xiaoyun is really a genius.
"Draw this."
"good!"
"Draw that."
"good!"
Throughout the whole day, Ye Qingyun didn't let Guo Xiaoyun do anything else, he just kept painting.
From the eggs at the beginning, I started to paint landscapes by the end.
And Guo Xiaoyun seemed to be born with the ability to understand these things. He could do it as soon as he got started, without Ye Qingyun's guidance at all.
Moreover, Guo Xiaoyun's paintings are very good, and no flaws can be found.
"Have you ever learned to draw before?"
Ye Qingyun was a little surprised.
Guo Xiaoyun shook his head.
"No."
"Then how can you draw so well?"
Guo Xiaoyun smiled sheepishly.
"I don't know, I just think about what I see before my eyes and I can draw it with my hands."
Ye Qingyun ""
He was completely speechless.
genius!
Only genius can explain all this
Already.
At the foot of Fuyun Mountain, a group of monks suddenly came.
Led by Huikong, these monks looked at Fuyun Mountain with pious expressions on their faces.
"The Holy Son lived in seclusion in the mountains and practiced cultivation."
Huikong said.
"Since the Holy Son is here, we will all stay here."
"Yes, there must be a reason why the Holy Son chose to practice here. We will never go wrong by following the Holy Son."
"Fellow practitioners, why don't we build a temple here to protect the Holy Son?"
"So good!"
"agree!"
"agree!"
Huikong and dozens of other monks agreed.
They began to build a temple at the foot of the mountain.
This also attracted the attention of many people.
"Why did so many monks suddenly come to this mountain?"
"Looking at their attitude, are they planning to build a temple on the mountain?"
"It's true."
"what's the situation?"
Ye Qingyun didn't know it yet, but the atmosphere under his Fuyun Mountain had already begun to get lively.
Especially when the Song family father and son learned that a temple was being built at the foot of Fuyun Mountain, things developed in an even weirder direction.
"Son! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Go to Fuyun Mountain quickly!"
"Master Ye is building a temple at the foot of his mountain. Let's hurry over and help. We can contribute as much as we can."
"Don't worry, Dad! My son understands and will definitely increase his efforts to do good deeds!"
The father and son of the Song family rushed to Fuyun Mountain with the warriors of the Song family in a hurry.
When the monks saw that the Song family father and son were here to help them build the temple, they were naturally very welcoming. Especially when they saw that the Song family father and son were dedicated to Buddha, they were extremely happy.
"Why do you want to build a temple at the foot of Master Ye's mountain?"
During the chat, Song Xiaotian asked curiously.
"Master Ye? Are you talking about the Holy Son?"
Huikong said in surprise.
"Holy Son? What Holy Son?"
Song Xiaotian looked confused.
"Ye Qingyun is the holy son of my Buddhist sect. The Buddhist teachings are profound and profound. It is in order to follow him that we came from the Buddhist sect in the west and built a temple here."
This chapter has been completed!