"This young punk has some nerve, daring to impersonate me."

Seeing that everything was alright, Feng Bingwen's anxiety vanished instantly. He even sat leisurely on a cloud, looking down with a contented expression at the "eldest son of the Feng family" who was practicing calligraphy with a bitter face under the stern supervision of the old man.

"Haha, this kid has suffered a lot these past few days!"

At this moment, Feng Bingwen's Dao body was naturally perfected. Even without having mastered any great supernatural powers, his eyes were filled with the five elements of Qi, which naturally allowed him to see through many illusions and evil spirits.

At this moment, in the mansion, the boy who was suffering the pain of being whipped by bamboo whips for him was, in his eyes, a green vine spirit full of pure and ethereal energy.

"Why are you acting like a completely different person lately? You're so forgetful, and when I ask you to recite a few classical Chinese texts, you can't even write them out completely from memory?"

The old man's stern rebuke echoed throughout the mansion.

Although his son has now passed the imperial examination and achieved a respectable degree, this good-for-nothing is now obsessed with the ways of commerce, has no ambition, and is full of the stench of money.

Now he can only place all his hopes on his grandson, but recently his grandson has been acting strangely, as if he has lost his soul. A passage that he could memorize in half an hour now takes him three or four days to memorize, and it is often missing words.

"Ooh~"

Hearing the whistling sound of the bamboo whip whistling past him, the child with rosy lips and white teeth pouted, tears welling in his eyes, looking extremely aggrieved.

What was a routine subject test that his master could easily handle was like torture for him.

Heaven has mercy! Two years ago, he was just a clueless vine spirit. It was only by following his master that he learned to recognize a few words while playing.

However, ever since the master suddenly disappeared, in order not to worry the master's two closest relatives, he mustered up his courage, under the instigation of the two little flower fairies, Bo Yao and Su Ya, and transformed into the master's appearance to deceive them and put their minds at ease, so as not to make any mistakes due to worry.

"Why are you crying? Why are you so delicate, child?"

Seeing his grandson so frightened by a couple of lashes with his bamboo whip that tears welled up in his eyes, the old man was even more furious.

He couldn't accept that his grandson had become like this. Not only was his handwriting getting uglier and uglier, but he was also incredibly stupid and unteachable.

"What are you doing, old man? Can't you let Wen'er rest for a bit? You're always forcing him to study. He's a child his age, of course he doesn't want to. You should let him go out and play a bit."

At this moment, a kind-faced old woman led two healthy women into the courtyard. Upon seeing her grandson, who was about to cry from fright, her kind expression vanished instantly.

"well!"

Upon hearing the old woman's words, the old man sighed deeply, helplessly threw down the bamboo whip, put his hands behind his back, and walked away. His increasingly upright figure now appeared somewhat desolate.

"Wen'er, did that old man hit you? Let Grandma see."

As soon as the old man left, Grandma, who had been stern-faced, regained her kind expression. She quickly took a food box from the strong woman behind her and placed it on the table covered with calligraphy samples and straw paper.

"No."

The child obediently shook his head, a sight that made the old man feel particularly sorry for him.

She didn't think her grandson had become stupid; on the contrary, she felt that her grandson was getting better and better.

“If he dares to hit you, shout loudly for Grandma, and Grandma will definitely come over and keep an eye on this old man.”

"Um!"

The child, who was picking up the snacks on the table and eating them in small bites, nodded vigorously.

"Eat slowly, don't choke, there's more if you're not full."

This is an exceptionally harmonious scene: a kind grandmother rescues her abusive grandson from a strict grandfather and feeds him many exquisite pastries.

This made Feng Bingwen, who was watching the show from the clouds, unconsciously raise his eyebrows, feeling as if something had been stolen from him, and a little uncomfortable arose in his heart.

So, after the old man left with what appeared to be newly hired servants, Feng Bingwen landed next to the children who were tidying up the table and sorting out the writing brushes, ink sticks, and calligraphy samples.

Suddenly, in this study filled with the scent of ink, two identical children appeared.

The child was startled by Feng Bingwen's sudden appearance, but quickly recovered and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Master, you're finally back!"

As he spoke, the child's appearance and demeanor changed completely. A rich vitality emanated from his body, and his short, jet-black hair turned dark green.

In the blink of an eye, a green-headed elf, only three feet tall and looking somewhat simple-minded, appeared before Feng Bingwen, his face full of surprise, as if he was about to escape his suffering.

"You've suffered a lot these past few days!"

Feng Bingwen looked quite emotional, but he quickly changed the subject.

"That's what I was supposed to say, but I saw what happened just now. You little rascal, you pretended to be me and ate a lot of good stuff, didn't you?"

"Master, although Grandma... the Old Madam feeds me lots of good food every day, it really hurts when I get beaten!"

Changshou opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and then quickly corrected himself.

"That's because you're too stupid. You can't even memorize something so simple, and you've ruined the master's image!"

Before Feng Bingwen could answer, a clear, melodious sound, like a wind chime, rang out.

Feng Bingwen looked in the direction of the sound and, as expected, saw two figures, one in yellow and one in white, fly into the study. Compared to when he left, the two little ones had not changed much, or even at all.

The spiritual cultivation of plants and trees is often measured in decades or centuries; a few dozen days is of little use to them.

“That’s right, Little Greenhead, you’re really too stupid. You even told the master’s master to go to the temple and ask the temple keeper to come and exorcise the evil spirits.”

"What exorcism?"

Feng Bingwen noticed the key point and, after asking a few questions, immediately understood the reason, and was somewhat amused and exasperated.

That day, after being invited by the Medicine King and taken away by the Qilin, things progressed so quickly that he didn't even have time to make any arrangements.

However, a god foresaw this and took the initiative to clean up his mess. This god was none other than the Medicine King who used his methods to rise to the top in one step.

On the very night he was taken away, before dawn, the old Medicine King found the Feng family mansion and gave the three little guys some advice. Then, after some encouragement from the two little flower spirits, Little Green Head mustered up his courage and stepped forward to impersonate him.

Of course, the Medicine King contributed a lot to this. He would come every day to replenish the little green-headed boy's divine power to maintain the daily changes and prevent any flaws from being revealed.

Otherwise, how could a mere plant spirit with ordinary origins maintain its human form for so long, and even deceive dozens of people in the household?

But in the end, he was just an imposter. Although the young man had studied writing with him for a while, when he actually transformed into his appearance, replaced his identity, and took over the old man's teachings, he still showed his weakness.

In the old man's eyes, his grandson had become lazy and stupid after a period of leisure, to the point that the old man suspected that his grandson had been frightened by something again and lost his soul.

So, the old man, who always advocated not seeking divine intervention, had no choice but to secretly go to the City God Temple behind his wife's back. He went to the temple keeper and asked for a few yellow talismans to ward off evil spirits. After burning them to ashes and giving them to Xiao Qingtou to drink, they naturally had no effect.

The old man was naturally unwilling to give up. During the time Feng Bingwen was away, he tried every possible method to get his stupid grandson back to his original level.

"This is truly a case of reputation being unfairly damaged!"

Feng Bingwen was somewhat amused and exasperated, but not too angry. Although he had become foolish in his grandfather's eyes, the two elders were not worried about his long absence. The old man just liked to cause trouble, so it wasn't a big deal.

"Changshou, although you are unreliable, you have still made contributions and deserve a reward."

As he spoke, Feng Bingwen pointed a finger, and a wisp of immortal energy overflowed. Before the green-headed elf could react, Feng Bingwen stuffed the finger into its mouth.

"Ooh~"

The blue-headed elf's eyes widened instantly. A faint, firefly-like light shone from his body, and the elf, who had just seemed full of energy, visibly became confused.

"Master, I think..."

Before he could finish speaking, the elf plopped down on the table and fell asleep immediately.

"Wow! Sir, what is this? It smells so good!"

"Me too, me too, sir, please feed me a bite!"

Seeing that Qingtou had become drunk after consuming just a wisp of air, the two elves immediately realized the wonder of the situation and began to fawn over Feng Bingwen.

"You want it? Sure, but tell me what you've done to deserve it?"

“We also helped with the memorization. Without us, you would have looked even more foolish in the eyes of the master.”

Little White Peony immediately raised her hand and said with a proud look.

"Oh, I originally thought it was Changshou who was dull-witted, but it turns out you three little guys are all together, you're all little idiots."

Upon hearing this, Feng Bingwen smiled gently.

"No, I'm not stupid, I... Waaah~"

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Bingwen stuffed his finger into her mouth, silencing the little white peony.

As five-colored light shone within the elf's belly, Little White Peony appeared drowsy and intoxicated, her fair face even flushed with two blushes, as if she were drunk.

"I feel so bloated! My stomach is so full!"

"I really want to sleep."

"Master, I, I, I want some too."

Upon realizing she was the last one, Bo Yao jumped up in alarm.

"Don't worry, you all have them."

Feng Bingwen was naturally generous with this bit of immortal spiritual energy; he recovered from this loss without even having to circulate the ancient scripture.