Time went back to more than an hour ago.

Xie Chence held the tray in one hand, pushed open the door and saw Yin Qinghe concentrating on painting.

He turned around and closed the door, then walked to the table.

"Xiaohe, paint after dinner."

Yin Qinghe took off the brush between his teeth, without even looking at the tray, but waved to Xie Chence enthusiastically, "Come here and see if my painting is good."

Although Xie Chence felt a little helpless, he still walked over.

Yin Qinghe is very talented in painting. Just look at Yan Zixiu's paintings to know how powerful his master is.

Unfortunately, he never used to look forward.

Xie Chence looked at the scroll in front of him. From the colors to the postures of the characters on it, the most appropriate word to describe it is -

vivid and colorful.

Xie Chence's eyes dimmed a little, and after a while he spoke: "You also drew their faces when they were young?"

Yin Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "This way I can feel the sense of immersion."

Xie Chence turned to look at him and asked: "Don't you dislike Xiaojing? Why did you send Xiaowu to his arms now?"

"Who said I don't like him." Yin Qinghe muttered softly, and then immediately said: "No, I just hate that brat!"

Xie Chence looked at him lovingly, without exposing his lover's little awkwardness.

"Then I am thinking about Xiaowu. They have been together for two lifetimes, but they haven't even had a sip of soup. It's not good for the body to hold it in for too long."

In fact, he has selfish motives. If the two of them really become husband and wife, when one day they really recall the past, can Jing Shaoci let go of those things and spend the rest of his life with Xiaowu.

Xie Chence smiled and reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl on the tray.

"You draw, and I'll feed you."

——It

was the first time that Jing Shaoci saw Yin Qinghe's kind expression, and his heart was immediately alarmed.

Something must be wrong when things are abnormal.

He took a step back and was about to refuse, but Jing Fengyi walked out of the study.

"Mr. Yin."

After greeting Yin Qinghe, he looked at his son and said, "Xiao Ci, since Mr. Yin has something to show you, go quickly."

Jing Shaoci said directly, "Yan Yan asked me to go back to the bedroom early."

"There's nothing I can do if I go back so early. Stop talking nonsense and follow me quickly." Yin Qinghe's patience with Jing Shaoci was only five seconds.

Jing Shaoci was dragged into the bedroom by Yin Qinghe as if he was being forced to come.

Xie Chence was not there, and no one knew where he went.

Yin Qinghe walked in by himself, and did not forget to say to Jing Shaoci, "Close the door."

Jing Shaoci said expressionlessly, "It's better to leave it open."

Yin Qinghe turned around and hissed in dissatisfaction, and with a wave of his left hand, the door was heavily closed.

"Come here."

"Just say it here."

Yin Qinghe sneered, "Whatever you want, I'm not the one who will suffer anyway, just don't regret it later."

For some reason, Jing Shaoci, who was always calm and steady, fell for Yin Qinghe's provocation.

Because he always felt that if he didn't go to take a look, he would really suffer.

After the two stood in front of the table together, Yin Qinghe put his hands behind his back and straightened his waist, and cleared his throat vigorously.

"This is a secret treasure of my Tianfeng Temple that is not passed on. It is priceless. Do you want to see it?"

Jing Shaoci first glanced at the scroll on the table, and then said coldly: "Since it is a secret treasure that is not passed on, I, an outsider, should not look at it."

"You are really gifted in asking for a beating." Yin Qinghe praised with a fake smile.

After saying this, he directly untied the rope on the scroll and said viciously: "I don't care whether you are willing or not, you must see it today!"

He held the scroll and swung it to the right, and a colorful painting suddenly appeared in front of Jing Shaoci.

Seeing the other party's stunned expression, Yin Qinghe snorted and said with satisfaction: "How about it, isn't it an eye-opener?"

Jing Shaoci didn't care to answer him at all, because he found that the faces in this spring painting were actually him and Yan Zixiu.

Yin Qinghe crossed his arms and waited for him to appreciate it slowly.

There were only two poses in the painting, but Jing Shaoci looked at it very seriously, especially the one with Yan Zixiu without any clothes on.

After a long while, Yin Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you think? Did I not scare you?"

Jing Shaoci stood up, turned his head and looked at him, and said very straightforwardly, "How much is it? I bought it."

With Yin Qinghe's attitude towards him, he would definitely not let him take advantage of him for no reason.

And based on Yan Zixiu's enthusiasm in making money, what kind of apprentice there is, there must be what kind of master there is.

Jing Shaoci only needed to think about it for a moment to know what Yin Qinghe was thinking.

Seeing that the big fish was caught, Yin Qinghe spoke more slowly.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you the benefits of this painting first."

He closed the scroll and said, "You also know that my Xiaowu has always been stubborn. If I tell him that dual cultivation can only use these two postures, then your life will stop here."

Jing Shaoci knew his purpose very well, so he said, "So, you have to pay more."

Yin Qinghe immediately smiled and said, "I like your intelligence. Let's put it this way. Considering that you are my son-in-law, one posture is 2 million, no bargaining."

Before he finished speaking, Jing Shaoci's expression suddenly sank.

Seeing this, Yin Qinghe's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

This kid won't be like some rich people, the richer they are, the more they spend, right?

"I'll go back and think about it, and give you an answer later."

After saying this, Jing Shaoci turned and walked towards the door.

"Hey, do you want to take another look?"

Seeing that the other party did not stop, Yin Qinghe shouted directly: "I tell you, if you miss this village, you will never have this store again!"

Jing Shaoci did not go back to the room directly, but went to the balcony to make a phone call.

"Hello, Brother Jing, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Jing Shaoci whispered on the other end of the phone: "Gu Shiyi, it's finally time for you to play a big role."

Gu Shiyi: ? ? ?

Yan Zixiu was not in the bedroom at this time, he ran to see the pagoda again.

After holding up the phone to take a group photo, Yan Zixiu took the initiative to post on Weibo for the first time.

Yan Zixiu V: [Gift, I like it very much.]

Ordinary lanterns can be carried in the hand, there are ancient palace lanterns, small animals, or ingot gourds and the like.

Such a big one, unless it is at a lantern exhibition, otherwise it is really not seen on weekdays.

Yan Zixiu hadn't posted a selfie in years, but he did it quietly this time, and his fans were so excited.

In less than half an hour, the number of comments exceeded 300,000+.

Yan Zixiu liked a comment that praised the magnificence of the lanterns, and the fan immediately became a star chaser.

When it was almost time for dinner, Gu Shi also sent a WeChat message to Jing Shaoci, telling him that the mission had been perfectly accomplished.

At this time, Jing Shaoci was browsing Weibo at the reminder of Xie Guanxin, and he accidentally saw a clip from "Pointing to the Sky and Asking the Dao".

In the video, Yan Zixiu, who played Luo Junshi, was pressing Lin Xingran against the mountain wall, and every line he said was very imaginative.

Jing Shaoci instantly recalled what he and Yan Zixiu did in the hot spring last year, and his cold star-like black eyes narrowed dangerously.

It turned out that the little Taoist priest was so proactive that time because he wanted to use him as a prop in his acting.

At this moment, Gu Shi also sent the login account and password of the NAS.

NAS is a more advanced network storage than a mobile hard drive, and it can also be viewed in real time.

Jing Shaoci sneered, and in his heart he had already built a monument for Yan Zixiu's waist in advance.

After the family finished dinner, Jing Shaoci took the initiative to find Yin Qinghe.

Yan Zixiu was a little curious about why the master and Ba Si Di Gua became much closer in one day.

Just when he was about to ask what the two were going to do, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Jing Shaoci went to get a laptop first, and then closed the door to talk to Yin Qinghe.

Less than five minutes later, Jing Shaoci came out empty-handed.

At this time, Xie Chence was walking towards him, so he said, "Master."

Xie Chence nodded and asked, "Have you finished talking to Xiaohe?"

"Yes."

Although Jing Shaoci had no expression on his face, Xie Chence saw a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

It seemed that the deal went smoothly.

He smiled brightly and suddenly changed the subject, saying, "As your uncle, I haven't given you a gift for meeting you yet." Just as

Jing Shaoci was about to speak, Xie Chence stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Find an opportunity to have Xiaowu refine a batch of Bigu Pills."

Before Jing Shaoci understood the deep meaning behind his words, Xie Chence continued, "After taking a Bigu Pill, you don't need to eat for twelve hours, nor do you need to go to the bathroom. In this way, you can lie in bed all day."

Although he was talking about lying, Jing Shaoci immediately understood another layer of meaning.

At this moment, he felt that he was the direct disciple of Tianfeng Temple, and Yan Zixiu was completely picked up.

"Thank you, Master. I like this gift." Jing Shaoci said sincerely.

Xie Chence patted his shoulder and said, "We are of the same lineage. No need to thank you."

After saying this, Xie Chence walked away.

Jing Shaoci looked at his back and felt that there were five big words written on the back of his head: Hiding merit and fame.

When Xie Chence returned to the room, Yin Qinghe was lying on the sofa with a hopeless look on his face.

He walked over, pulled the person over and leaned against his shoulder, then lowered his head and said, "Why don't you look happy after making the money?"

Yin Qinghe pointed at the laptop on the table with a trembling index finger, then grabbed Xie Chence's clothes and said, "I told that guy, he'll miss it forever. Now I know that he doesn't want a small store, he wants to open a global chain of supermarkets."

"He's not a human being, really not a human being." He said in a crying voice, "Even though my face is yellow, I've never seen so many films, more than 1,000 GB. He simply wants to kill me."

Xie Chence laughed in his chest, which was heard by Yin Qinghe.

He was so angry that he sat up and shouted, "You are still gloating over misfortune. Do you know what the boy said originally?"

After that, he cleared his throat and imitated Jing Shaoci's voice and said, "Tomorrow I will have someone send ten boxes of long scrolls. They are all made of rice paper that has not decayed for thousands of years. Master, you can draw as many as you want. It would be best if you can draw until I go bankrupt."

After that, Yin Qinghe took a deep breath, "He doesn't do anything that has anything to do with people. He is really stuck in the position of a beast."

Xie Chence laughed out loud, then hugged Yin Qinghe and coaxed her.

When Jing Shaoci returned to the room, Yan Zixiu had finished his bath and was standing in front of the table drawing talismans with cinnabar.

Yan Zixiu raised his eyes and glanced at him, then continued with his work.

Jing Shaoci stood behind him, looking at his jade-white neck, couldn't help hugging his waist, then lowered his head and put his face against his. Yan

Zixiu pushed his arm back and said seriously: "I'm drawing a talisman, don't mess around."

Jing Shaoci kissed him on the side of his face, then said: "Then I'll take a shower first, and then wait for you in bed?"

"Whatever you want." Yan Zixiu said coldly.

Jing Shaoci curled his lips, then began to take off his clothes on the spot.

Yan Zixiu heard a rustling sound behind him, subconsciously turned his head to look, and then turned back again.

"Who allowed you to change clothes here?"

Jing Shaoci said fearlessly, "If you don't take off your clothes in the bedroom, where else can you go? Outside?"

Yan Zixiu's breathing was unstable, but he didn't want to pay attention to him, so he continued to draw the talisman with his wrist suspended.

As a result, the first stroke went off in a different direction, and the talisman that was about to be drawn was ruined.

Seeing this, Jing Shaoci laughed happily, then loosened his arms and walked to the bathroom with a bright smile.

For some reason, Yan Zixiu always felt that Xiao Kugua was particularly arrogant today, as if he had won a golden medal of immunity from death.

More than half an hour later, the two lay down on the bed together.

As soon as he covered himself with the quilt, Jing Shaoci hugged him from behind.

Yan Zixiu hesitated and said, "I have an announcement tomorrow and need to get up early."

Li Fengzhi called him during dinner just to remind him of this.

Jing Shaoci not only did not let go, but he pressed even closer from behind, saying, "I didn't say what I was going to do, how could it affect your early rising?"

Yan Zixiu didn't want to go into this topic any further, and instead asked, "What did Master want to see you about today?"

Jing Shaoci slowly raised the corners of his lips and said, "Show me the secret treasure of your Tianfeng Temple."

Yan Zixiu turned his head slightly, puzzled, and asked, "Secret treasure?"

Jing Shaoci pretended to be puzzled and said, "Even you don't know?"

Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Master has never mentioned this to me."

After that, he turned over and said, "What exactly is it?"

Jing Shaoci looked embarrassed, frowned and didn't say anything.

As soon as he made this expression, Yan Zixiu's curiosity was instantly raised infinitely.

He blinked his eyes, approached Jing Shaoci and said, "Master, don't you want to tell me?"

Jing Shaoci took his arm from under his neck, then shook Yan Zixiu's hand and said, "Didn't you say there will be an announcement tomorrow? Go to bed early."

Just as he was about to turn over, Yan Zixiu suddenly grabbed his waist and said, "Is it some kind of magic weapon?"

Jing Shaoci shook his head solemnly.

Yan Zixiu narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a few seconds, and then said, "Talisman paper?" He

shook his head again.

Seeing Yan Zixiu biting his hand in confusion, Jing Shaoci sighed and said, "Do you really want to know?"

Yan Zixiu subconsciously put his hands on his chin like a chipmunk and said, "Would you like to tell me?"

"Of course, but..." Jing Shaoci dragged out a long tone, "I have a condition."