Cao Ning pulled Lin Xiaoyun towards the house: "Actually, it's all the problem of the dead grass.
The first time I saw her, I already noticed a familiar feeling in her body.
But I didn't know what it was at the time
I didn’t understand until I got here!
She must have eaten that grass before, so her soul resonated with the rebirth grass in my body when she was extremely sad.
So only I can feel it!”
"Oh, so that's it!
Hey, now that I have eaten, can you feel it when I am sad?" Lin Xiaoyun stopped and asked curiously.
"What did you say, silly girl!"
Cao Ning hit her on the head angrily: "What kind of thing can make you so sad that it breaks your heart?
Besides, if the distance is too far, I might not be able to sense it."
"Cao Ning, don't hit me on the head again, I will be beaten stupid by you."
Lin Xiaoyun pouted, covered her head and ran into the house, but stopped at the door.
"Cao Ning, look!"
Inside the house, Lin Xiaoyun waved to the outside without looking back.
"What's wrong?"
Cao Ning followed him into the house!
The furnishings in the room are very simple. Apart from a bed, a couch and a few bamboo slips, there is only a painting on the wall.
"Hey, it looks familiar, isn't it..."
Cao Ning curiously stuck his head out and looked at Feng Qingqing, who was imprisoned in mid-air. He seemed to suddenly realize something.
"It seems like it's really her!"
After repeated comparisons, Cao Ning finally became more certain of his guess.
"No wonder this guy is willing to donate the remnant grass. That's what it's all about."
Cao Ning smiled and scratched his head, as excited as if he had discovered a new world.
But Lin Xiaoyun didn't notice it. She pointed at the portrait on the wall and wondered.
"Cao Ning, why is there a portrait of Feng Qingqing here?
Isn’t Mr. Wolong’s wife Huang Yueying very ugly?
It doesn’t look like it in this portrait either?”
Cao Ning explained with a smile: "According to the current aesthetic point of view, Yang Yuhuan is still a fat man.
Besides, all the conclusions are just speculation, and no one has seen it with their own eyes...yeah, that idiot outside should have seen it."
Cao Ning woke up from a dream, suddenly realized something, and rushed out of the door with the portrait in hand.
At this time, Zhang Fei and Li Kui were sitting on the ground drawing circles, like two idle and panicked idiots.
"Old Zhang, tell me what we should do in the future. We have been wasted in the underworld for so many years, and now we can't even beat little Luo Luo."
"What else can we do, just follow Brother Ning!"
Zhang Fei raised his head and looked at the two motionless sculptures standing not far away with some envy.
"Look at me, I followed Brother Ning and became an A-level soul general.
If the two of us had followed Brother Ning earlier, even if we ordered it again, the B-level soul general would definitely be fine.
There is no need to live in hiding every day."
"That's what you said, but can Brother Ning accept us two? I just heard Brother Ning say that we are ugly." Li Kui's face drooped, a little disappointed.
"Shit, that's impossible. You must have misunderstood. Didn't you see that those two stupid guys also have the faces of passers-by?
Speaking of which, I, Zhang, am much prettier than the two of them." Zhang Fei puffed up his chest and felt a little proud.
"Hey, hey, hey, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, stop sitting there, come over and recognize me."
At this moment, Cao Ning suddenly came up behind Zhang Fei and almost knocked him away with his kick.
Zhang Fei rubbed his butt and turned around with a smile: "Brother Ning, please be gentler next time. My butt is so delicate and tender that it can't withstand such a kick from you."
"Delicate skin and tender flesh?
About you?
Is that roast duck you’re talking about?”
Cao Ning rolled his eyes and unfolded the painting casually: "Okay, can you help me see if this portrait is Huang Yueying?"
"Huang Yueying?"
Zhang Fei was lying on the ground, his big eyes were like big footbaths.
"Hey, Brother Ning, where did you get the portraits of Huang's siblings? Could it be that Lao Kong was hiding here and had nothing to do, and painted them after his siblings?
If you want to say that the painting is really similar, look at the small nose and small eyes, they are just like those copied by a photocopier."
Zhang Fei amused himself while looking at the portrait and Feng Qingqing imprisoned in mid-air.
"Are you sure you read it correctly?" Cao Ning confirmed again.
"Brother Ning, how could I, Lao Zhang, get it wrong!"
Zhang Fei pointed at Feng Qingqing and said, "Look, the younger siblings are right there. If you don't believe it, you can compare it yourself with the portrait."
"As expected!"
Cao Ning put away the portrait with satisfaction, "Yooner, you really guessed it right. I knew this matter was not that simple.
Judging from this, Kong Mingying will be back soon."
"If you look at it this way, it should be reincarnation."
Lin Xiaoyun looked at Feng Qingqing who was imprisoned in mid-air, and felt a little envious.
"She is so happy. She never thought that after thousands of years, there would still be someone waiting for her."
"What's there to envy, silly girl? Isn't it better to live in the present and cherish the people in front of you?
Why do we have to wait until we lose it before we know how to cherish it?”
Cao Ning put away the scroll and pinned it to his waistband, then exchanged it for a huge writing brush from the system mall.
"Cao Ning, what are you planning to do?
Do you want to draw it for me too?
Then it doesn’t need to be so big, right? It’s much thicker than Cui Pan’s judge pen.”
Lin Xiaoyun looked at the brush in Cao Ning's hand, which was about the same size as a mop, and was immediately confused.
"Hehe, it won't happen, it won't happen!"
Cao Ning held up the brush and smiled and said: "Yooner, let's talk about painting another day. There is a more important thing waiting for me now.
You think I didn’t bring any gifts to Lao Kong the first time I came here, so I was thinking, I’ll give him an inscription.”
"Inscription? Cao Ning, is your dog crawling calligraphy really good?" Lin Xiaoyun frowned.
Others don't know if Lin Xiaoyun knows that Cao Ning's "dog crawling" handwriting is no different from the one written on his feet, and they don't know how the old man taught him since he was a child.
"Don't worry, my writing looks much better now."
After saying that, I saw Cao Ning walking around Kong Ming's hut with a brush and starting to work.
"I am a commoner who works hard in Nanyang, and survives the troubled times with my whole life, and does not seek to be heard by the princes.
Brother Ning does not think that his ministers are despicable and that he is in vain. He personally cares about his ministers in his thatched cottage, and consults his ministers about the affairs of the world..."
Lin Xiaoyun recited the discharge list written by Cao Ning around the hut, and felt a blush on her face.
"here we go again!"
Lin Xiaoyun sighed and rubbed his eyebrows!
I'm afraid that when that person comes back and sees graffiti all over the wall, and it's his own famous work, he's going to be mad if not mad, right?
As soon as he finished speaking, the earth was trembling, thick smoke was billowing not far away, and there seemed to be countless tall giants in the dust coming towards here.
Cao Ning walked to the small courtyard carrying the brush: "Hey, I knew Lao Kong would never let me down.
If we come here a few more times at this scale, my troops will be all gone, hehe."