"This little green head is so courageous. He actually dares to pretend to be me."
Seeing that everything was fine, Feng Bingwen saw this scene, and the impatience in his heart immediately disappeared. He even sat leisurely in the clouds, looking down at the big house with a contented look. Under the strict supervision of the old man, he looked grim.
The "eldest son of the Feng family" who picks up his pen and practices calligraphy.
"Hahaha, this kid must have suffered a lot during this time!"
At this time, Feng Bingwen's Taoist body was innate. Even if he had not developed any great supernatural powers, his eyes were still flowing with five kinds of energy, and he could naturally see through many illusions and evil spirits.
At this time, in his family's big house, the young man who was suffering from the pain of growing a bamboo whip for him, in his eyes, was an ivy elf full of green spirit.
"Why do you seem to be a different person during this period of time? You are so careless that you are asked to memorize several ancient essays, but you can't even write down a few complete ones?"
The old man's stern scolding echoed in the mansion.
Although his son has now been admitted as a scholar and achieved a fairly good reputation, this bastard is now addicted to the businessman's way, has no intention of making progress, and is full of the stench of copper.
Now he can only place all his hopes on his grandson, but this grandson, for some unknown reason, seems to have lost his soul recently. The passages that he could memorize in half an hour on weekdays are now unexpectedly
It requires three or four days of work, and there are still a few words needed.
"Woo~"
Hearing the roar of the bamboo whip as it whizzed past him, the child with red lips and white teeth pursed his lips and had tears in his eyes, looking extremely aggrieved.
For my master, this was easy for me to cope with the daily homework and exams. For him, it was like being tortured.
It's so pitiful that he was just an ignorant ivy elf two years ago. He just followed the master and learned to recognize a few words while playing.
However, since the master suddenly disappeared, in order not to worry the master's two close relatives, he, under the encouragement of Boyao and Su Ya, had the courage to change into the master's appearance and deceive them to calm their minds.
, lest the old man make mistakes because of worry.
"Why are you crying? Why are you so girly, kid?"
When he saw his grandson, he was so frightened that tears welled up in the corners of his eyes after he waved his bamboo whip twice. The old man was even more furious.
He couldn't accept that his grandson had become like this. His handwriting was getting uglier and uglier, and he was also stupid and difficult to cultivate.
"You old guy, what are you doing? Can't you let Wen'er take a break? You always force him to learn. He is definitely not willing for such a big kid. You should let him go out and play properly."
At this time, a kind-faced old woman walked to the courtyard with two healthy women. After seeing her grandson who was about to cry from fear, the kindness in her face suddenly disappeared.
"well!"
After hearing what the old woman said, the old man let out a long sigh, threw down his bamboo whip with some helplessness, put his hands behind his back, and walked straight away. At this time, his increasingly upright back actually looked a bit desolate.
"Wen'er, did that old guy hit you? Let grandma see."
As soon as the old man left, grandma, who had a straight face, returned to her kindness. She quickly took the food box from the strong woman behind her and put it on the table covered with copybooks and straw paper.
"No."
The child naturally shook his head obediently, which made the old man particularly happy.
She doesn't think her grandson has become stupid, but she feels that the older her grandson gets, the better.
"If he dares to hit you, call grandma loudly. Grandma will definitely come over and keep an eye on this old thing."
"Um!"
The child grabbed the snacks on the table and ate them in small bites, nodding vigorously.
"Eat slowly, don't choke, there's still not enough."
This is an exceptionally harmonious scene. The kind grandma rescues the battered grandson from the stern grandpa and feeds him many exquisite pastries.
This made Feng Bingwen, who was sitting on the cloud watching the show, raise his eyebrows unconsciously, feeling as if something had been robbed, and feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.
So, after the old man left with the newly recruited maid, Feng Bingwen fell next to the children who started to clear the table and sort the calligraphy and calligraphy.
Suddenly, in this study room filled with the aroma of ink, two identical children appeared.
The child was initially startled by Feng Bingwen's sudden appearance, but he quickly came to his senses and showed joy on his face.
"Master, you are finally back!"
As he spoke, the child's figure and appearance changed. A strong vitality spread from his body, and his short black hair turned into dark green.
In the blink of an eye, a green-headed elf who was only three feet tall and looked somewhat honest appeared in front of Feng Bingwen. His face was full of surprise, as if he was about to escape from the sea of suffering.
"You've been suffering for a while!"
Feng Bingwen had a look of emotion on his face, but his words soon changed.
"That's what I should have said, but I also saw the scene just now. You kid, pretend to be me and eat a lot of good food."
"Master, although grandma... the old lady gives me a lot of good food every day, it really hurts when I get beaten!"
"That's because you are too stupid. You can't memorize such simple things, and you have ruined my image!"
Before Feng Bingwen could answer, there was a clear and sweet sound like a wind chime.
Feng Bingwen turned his head and looked, and if nothing unexpected happened, he saw two figures, one yellow and one white, flying into the study. When they left him, the two little guys had not changed much, and it could even be said that they had not changed much.
The spiritual cultivation of plants and trees is often based on ten years and hundreds of years. A few dozen days is really of no use to them.
"That's right, Xiao Qingtou, you are so stupid. You asked my master's master to go to the temple and invite the temple's blessings to perform an exorcism ceremony for you."
"What exorcism?"
Feng Bingwen noticed the important point. After some questioning, he immediately understood the reason and was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
That day, he was invited by Prince Yao and was taken away by Qilin so quickly that he didn't even have time to make arrangements.
But there was a god who thought of this and took the initiative to make arrangements for him. This was the Medicine King who used his means to reach the sky in one step.
I know that the night he was taken away, before dawn, the old medicine king found the Feng family residence and gave these three little guys advice. Then under the encouragement of the two little flower spirits, Xiao Qing
Tou mustered up the courage to stand up and pretend to be him.
Of course, Yao Wanggong contributed a lot to this. He would come over every day to replenish the little green head's divine power to maintain daily changes and not expose any flaws.
Otherwise, how could a mediocre plant spirit with ordinary feet be able to maintain the changes in his body for a long time, and even be able to hide it from dozens of people in the mansion.
But in the end, he was just a fake. Although the little young man studied writing with him for a while, he really turned into his appearance, replaced his identity, and accepted the old man's teachings on his behalf. In the end, he still lost his timidity.
In the eyes of the old man, it was natural that the grandson became more and more stupid after a period of slacking off, so that the old man wondered whether the grandson had been frightened by something again and lost his soul.
Therefore, the old man who always advocated not praying to gods had no choice but to go to the Chenghuang Temple with his wife on his back. He went to the temple to ask for some yellow talismans to ward off evil spirits. After burning them into ashes and giving them to Xiao Qingtou to drink, they were of no use.
Then the old man was naturally unwilling to give in. During the time when Feng Bingwen left, he tried every means to get his stupid grandson back to his original level.
"It's true that Feng Ping was harmed!"
Feng Bingwen was a little dumbfounded, but he was not too angry. Although he had become stupid in the eyes of his old man, the two old people were not worried because of his long absence.
What.
"Longevity, although you are unreliable in your work, you still have merit and should be rewarded."
With that said, Feng Bingwen pointed out, and a wisp of fairy spiritual energy overflowed. Before the green-headed elf could react, Feng Bingwen stuffed it into his mouth with one finger.
"Woo~"
The green-headed elf's eyes suddenly widened, and a faint spiritual light like a firefly was reflected in his body. Then the elf, who seemed to be full of vitality just now, became visibly confused to the naked eye.
"Master, I seem to..."
Before he finished speaking, the elf plopped down on the table and fell asleep directly.
"Wow! Master, what is this? It smells so good."
"I want it too, I want it too, sir, feed me a bite too!"
Seeing Qingtou who was drunk after just taking a breath of air, the two elves didn't know the beauty of it. They opened their mouths and started to act coquettishly towards Feng Bingwen.
"You want it? That's fine, but tell me what you have contributed to it?"
"We also helped recite it. Without us, in the eyes of my master, you would have become even more stupid."
Xiao Bai Shao immediately raised her palms and said proudly.
"Oh, I originally thought it was longevity and stupidity, but it turns out that you three little guys are in the same group. You are all little idiots."
When Feng Bingwen heard this, he smiled.
"No, I'm not stupid, I... ugh~"
Before she finished speaking, Feng Bingwen's fingers were stuffed into her mouth, blocking the little white peony's mouth.
As the five-color aura shone in the belly of this elf, Xiao Bai Shao also looked drowsy, and even two touches of blush appeared on her white and tender face, as if she was drunk.
"I feel so full! My stomach feels so full!"
"I really want to sleep."
"Master, I, I, I want it too."
Realizing that she was actually the last one, Boyao suddenly jumped up anxiously,
"Don't worry, you all have it."
Feng Bingwen was naturally not stingy with this bit of immortal spiritual energy, and even this bit of loss could be recovered without revolving the ancient scriptures.