"My little friend, you said you wanted to ask for a painting?"
In front of a row of wooden houses behind the side hall next to the main hall of Wudang Mountain in the mist, a fat middle-aged Taoist with black beard and hair was a little confused.
"Taoist Master, that's exactly what it is."
The person who humbly asked for a painting in front of him was Zhang Hong.
They just came to Wudang today. Everyone else went to have fun. Only Zhang Hong, Lin Muqing, and Li Shanqi came to see Huang Xicheng.
However, Huang Xicheng did not see him, but he saw a Taoist priest.
"This is no problem, but which faction are you from, little friend?"
The Taoist priest looked suspiciously.
This place is where the Wudang Clan members usually rest and do activities. It is not open to the public. Except for fellow sect members and TV stations notified in advance, others should not come in here.
Zhang Hong bowed: "Taoist Master! My uncle was a member of the Taoist sect back then, but later he went down the mountain to return to secular life, marry a wife and have children. The biggest regret in his life is that he didn't leave anything as a souvenir! He is not in good health now
, I just came to ask for a piece of calligraphy to go back as a memory for him! I hope that the Taoist Master can fulfill my filial piety!"
This is a lie.
His uncle was in great health and tasted great, and he had never been a Taoist priest.
I actually read a lot of martial arts novels.
Zhang Hong admitted that the martial arts novel that impressed him most was the one he read from his uncle.
"Wind Flower Sword, Snow Moon Sword".
And this novel was also his enlightenment.
Ahem...
The Taoist priest's expression softened a lot: "For the sake of your filial piety... But why do you want to come to Wudang to ask for paintings? Longhu Mountain is logically better."
"No, no, no." Zhang Hong quickly flattered, "In my heart, there is only one family that can represent the Taoist sect, and that is Wudang! What about Longhu Mountain! I've never heard of it!"
If there is a chance to go to Longhu Mountain in the future, Zhang Hong will also say the same thing there.
It's just that the "Longhu Mountain" in the words will be replaced by "Wudang Mountain".
The Taoist priest suddenly became a lot more kind: "No, that's not good. My words are too exaggerated. It's not good, it's not good."
Zhang Hong grinned and said nothing.
Taoist Priest, the corners of your mouth are almost grinning at the back of your head. You can't be too hypocritical.
"Taoist Priest, I don't know what I want from you..."
"It's easy to talk about." The Taoist priest wanted to smile, but he held it back.
He waved his hand and said, "We in the younger generation of Wu Dang have a disciple of Fusang who returned from studying abroad. His painting skills are not bad. Please don't move around here while I go call him."
"Then thank you very much, Master Taoist."
The Taoist priest nodded, turned around and went to the side room to call someone.
But halfway through, he turned around and asked: "By the way, little friend, what transformation do you want? Patriarch Sanfeng? Or the portrait of Sanqing?"
"Ahem, what about that?" Zhang Hong coughed twice and said with a smile, "The great priest of the Shaolin Temple Wudang Mountain Office, Lama Wang, and the goddess of correctness."
You can't invite foreign Bodhisattvas in Wudang, so they have to go to Antarctica.
No, actually speaking according to the setting, the foreign bodhisattva should not go to the Antarctic, but to the Pacific Ocean.
The Taoist priest was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he picked his ears: "What did you say?"
"The chief priest of the Shaolin Temple's office in Wudang Mountain, Lama Wang, and the goddess of correctness." Zhang Hong repeated with a smile.
The Taoist priest's face darkened: "Boy, are you a poor Taoist who can't beat you to death even if he blocks you?"
Zhang Hong smiled slightly: "Taoist priest, I have paid for it."
The Taoist priest's face turned even darker: "Most of Wudang Mountain is managed by the national tourism agency. What does your ticket purchase have to do with Pindao?"
"I paid fifty thousand and donated it directly to your Wudang." Zhang Hong said lightly.
"Oh, it's okay, little friend, please wait for a moment." The Taoist priest performed what is called "Taoist Master Changing Face".
Fifty thousand is not much, but the money will be used directly to improve their food.
Not bad either.
Ten minutes later, a young Taoist priest came out.
He has an average appearance, average height, and average build.
All in all, he is just an ordinary young man.
But with the Taoist bun on the top of her head and the Taoist robe, she also has a bit of a social animal flavor.
Yes, it is not a fairy tale.
With the dark circles under his eyes and the look of kidney deficiency that he hadn't woken up from, he looked like an old social worker.
When he saw Zhang Hong, he was still a little confused: "I heard from my uncle that this layman asked a poor Taoist to paint?"
His uncle didn't say anything about painting.
Zhang Hong smiled slightly: "Don't rush this yet."
He snapped his fingers, and Li Shanqi walked out from behind.
"Xicheng, long time no see."
Huang Xicheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Brother Yamazaki, have you returned to China too?"
Li Shanqi glanced at Zhang Hong and saw that he had an encouraging face and deliberately raised his left hand holding the mobile phone to scratch his cheek.
Li Shanqi's eyes twitched, and he forced a smile and said: "I just want to ask you, we accidentally walked in, and I heard that we will be fined. Is there any trail down the mountain behind us? Usually no one has the kind without cameras.
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"Yes." Huang Xicheng was unprepared, "Just go out to the yard, turn left and walk straight for a hundred meters. There is a path that goes directly down the mountain. No one usually walks there, and there is no surveillance installed. What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I still have a question." Li Shanqi smiled unnaturally, "You have drawn 18X comics in Fuso before, right? I remember that you even went to comic exhibitions in disguise and sold thousands of copies."
Huang Xicheng waved his hand and said: "Oh, forget it, it's all forced by life. I learned painting to do action design, but this thing is quite expensive. I have no choice but to draw some shameful things to make some money.
Funding for the child. Don’t tell my parents about this. No one here in Wudang knows about it. I plan to take this secret into the coffin.
By the way, why do you ask this?"
Li Shanqi watched as Zhang Hong completely recorded the entire conversation between the two.
He sighed and said, "Brother, don't blame me, I don't want to either."
Huang Xicheng slowly asked a question on his forehead: "What don't you want?"
"Nothing." Zhang Hong intervened.
"Hey hey hey..." He had a smile on his face that didn't look like a good person. He was still holding the cell phone that he had just recorded in his hand, and then asked a question, "Zhang Daozhang, do you know the storyboards of the movie?"
?”
Huang Xicheng was stunned.
Looking at the evil smile on Zhang Hong's face, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Subconsciously taking a step back, he warned: "What do you mean? I'm warning you, don't come over!"
Zhang Hongguai walked towards him with a smile: "It doesn't matter~ Our time... is still very long~~ I slowly♂slow♂tell♂♂you~~~"
Listening to the whispers of the devil behind him and the innocent Taoist priest who was as innocent as a sheet of paper, from struggle to compromise, from anger to despair, Li Shanqi looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and closed his eyes.
A crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of his eye.
"Sorry, Lao Huang, I didn't want to either. This hell... you go down with me..."
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Sorry, I really can’t eat the food from the night before.
Especially the kind that you take out of the refrigerator and don't bother to heat.
I felt like I was almost dehydrated in the bathroom and I was unconscious.