"Senior! Senior!" Yun Manlou called softly several times outside the Painting Dragon Garden, but no one responded. Only then did he realize that the painter had left.
Now that the painter has left, his waist will straighten when he walks, and even his eyes will become much sharper. He flicks his long sleeves, walks like wind, and the aura of a sect master finally returns to him.
"Jiang Xiaoyu..." Yun Manlou just touched the door knocker of Hualong Garden, but suddenly stopped.
"You hurt Chuxue and caused her to lose her hard-earned opportunity and luck. If you were extraordinary, it would be fine. I could convince myself not to pursue the case anymore. This would just fulfill the painter's wish. But if you were ordinary, I would be fine.
How should I deal with you? In front of that person, I don’t even have the strength to fight back! But, you hurt my only daughter!"
At this moment, Yun Manlou was extremely confused. Just as he thought, if Jiang Xiaoyu was really in the Beast Control Sect as the painter said, he just had to put some thought into making him become the Beast Control Sect's member.
Man. Then maybe a thousand years later, the Beast Control Sect will be able to produce a figure like a painter. By then, he will no longer have to be constrained by anyone.
But if the painter only said that deliberately because of his feelings for the cook, Jiang Xiaoyu would not only be of no use to the Beast Control Sect, but he himself would have to endure the guilt of his daughter being hurt anytime and anywhere.
Due to the presence of the painter, Yun Manlou, who was originally the leader of a sect, was extremely aggrieved. Now that a fish bone is stuck in his heart, he may feel a dull pain when he breathes normally.
After pondering for a long time, he still couldn't think of a solution to the problem.
"That's all... let's talk about it after we meet!"
Yun Manlou sighed and pushed the door open.
"Jiang Xiaoyu!" Yun Manlou instantly regained his momentum as the master of the Beast Control Sect and shouted loudly.
This sound directly spread throughout the Hualong Garden. As long as Jiang Xiaoyu didn't fall into the manure pit, Yun Manlou believed that he would definitely hear it.
But after a few breaths, Yun Manlou still didn't see his figure.
"Jiang Xiaoyu!"
This time, Yun Manlou's voice was louder, and his voice could be heard even from a mile or two away.
Fortunately, the painter didn't like noise. When Yun Manlou built the Dragon Painting Garden for the painter, he deliberately chose a remote place. Otherwise, if the disciples in the sect heard these two shouts, they would have thought that some blind guy had offended him.
It’s full of clouds!
More than ten breaths passed, and the Painted Dragon Garden was still extremely quiet.
"It's strange. Did the painter take him away again?"
With that said, Yun Manlou walked into the hall and looked around. Suddenly, a palm-sized piece of cloth on the ground attracted his attention.
He stepped forward and picked it up. When he saw the five characters of Shen Nong's Herbal Scripture in the lower right corner of the cloth, Yun Manlou couldn't help but feel frightened.
"As Song Changle said, this Shen Nong's Herbal Classic is really in Jiang Xiaoyu's hands!"
He looked around again and saw that the place was empty.
"But why would he throw such a precious thing here?"
"Jiang Xiaoyu! The painter asked me to take care of you, are you here?" Yun Manlou raised his voice and shouted again. When there was still no reply, he found a chair and sat down.
This was the first time he had seen this Shen Nong's Herbal Classic, but he had heard about some of its mysteries.
While Yun Manlou was carefully observing the Shen Nong's Herbal Book, Jiang Xiaoyu was also carefully looking at the "god" in the giant's mouth not far away!
I saw that he was wearing linen stained with soil, his trouser legs were rolled up above his knees, and his face under the straw hat was covered with deep wrinkles. He looked like an old farmer.
"That's him! That's him!" The giant pouted and pointed at Jiang Xiaoyu, "God, it's this little clay figurine who has been stealing your things intermittently since hundreds of years ago. The last time he showed up, he also took
He grabbed my mother's cane and wanted to beat me! Today, he also used my teardrop to hit me, and the back of my head was almost broken by him!"
The old man shook his head and said: "Stone, you are wrong. How many times have I told you that the thieves who stole things in the past were not clay figures."
The giant opened his mouth in shock and asked in disbelief: "But...but I see that he is obviously a clay figure!"
"He is indeed a clay figure, but he was not a thief before!"
Watching the conversation between the two people with huge differences in stature, Jiang Xiaoyu felt like his vest was dripping with cold sweat. After all, when a person arrives at a strange time and faces a strange creature, who can always keep his inner calm?
The old man then looked up at Jiang Xiaoyu and said, "Don't be afraid. Since you are a little clay figurine, I will definitely not hurt you!"
"But...it's strange to say, where did you come from? I clearly feel that you come from a world without clay figurines, but you are an out-and-out little clay figurine! How strange, really strange!
"As he said that, the old man pushed aside the green plants at his feet that were up to his knees, and slowly walked towards Jiang Xiaoyu.
"You...don't come over here." Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't help but take a few steps back.
Seeing that Jiang Xiaoyu was a little scared, the old man stopped and said, "Don't worry, little clay figurine, I won't hurt you."
"He...he said you are...god..." Jiang Xiaoyu pointed at the giant named Stone and stammered.
The old man nodded and said: "Stones don't lie. My surname is indeed God, and my name is God..."
"Wait! Wait!" Before the old man could finish speaking, Jiang Xiaoyu hurriedly said, "Just now you said, your surname is God?"
The old man nodded and said, "Yes!"
"I'm going to go, I'm scared to death!" Jiang Xiaoyu hurriedly patted his chest, feeling a lot better. I bet "God" is the last name of the old man in front of him. Jiang Xiaoyu really thought he was a legend.
Where is the God in...
"Old man, I would like to ask, what kind of place is this?" When Jiang Xiaoyu spoke again, he was much calmer.
"Where is this?" A smile appeared on the old man's withered face, "Isn't this my vegetable garden?"
"ah?"
Jiang Xiaoyu still wanted to ask, but suddenly, something seemed to be emitting a light from his chest.
"What a familiar scene!"
Jiang Xiaoyu put his hand into his arms, and what was shining was indeed Shen Nong's Herbal Book again. The light covered him quickly like before.