The daily life of Mingfeng is still going on. A disciple of Dao can often see a little boy forced to learn various skills. From Qinzheng flute to sculpture stamps, even because of the shattering of the soil's mouth reminding, the woman gave Ye Han to give birth to

I added oil and salt sauce vinegar. Ling Qi hanging on the tree looked at the woman's reprimand, the boy's learning scene, recalling that he would be dragged by his mother at school and said why you didn't learn from Xiao Liu next door, and shook his head again.

He smiled at the sky.

Ye Han was born in front of the hall, and he was going to the kitchen training behind the hall. The woman leaned back to the tree and looked at the book, and from time to time, she looked at the kitchen.

Speaking of that kitchen, this is still the design of Ling Qihua. The decoration inside is full of strong absurdist style. Where is the kitchen where there is a famous peak? Ye Han was not learned from the kitchen that day.

Ling Qi glanced at him embarrassedly, holding her head in the corner. The woman smiled and took out a drawing drawing from the storage bag, looking at the drawings and frowned.

When the ground fingers gently, the kitchen rises.

The woman looked at the puppet hanging on the tree, and the kitchen that felt uncomfortable at a glance at a glance, and asked, "What kind of design is your house, and I look like a large coffin box, you just want to retaliate Xiaomao

Even if a child leaks his secret, he can't just slap the house!"

Ling Qi does not know how to explain it. I can't say that the design was seen by what block game building. The ugliness was ugly, but the friends around me at the time said that it was highly practical, but

It really looks like a coffin box. The earth doll looked at the woman who was trapped in the book again, and thought about it and just kept silent.

Ye Han was finished and looked at the two under the tree. He said, "The master of the peak, did you put Ling Brother down?"

The woman sat in front of the table and clamped a chopsticks and put it into her mouth, and then nodded slightly: "You can make the next item. As for the broken mouth, the rope helps him to lock the soul. What to put down?"

Ling Qi's Xie Zi swallowed directly into his stomach, looking at the woman with a smile on his face, took a deep breath, and said, "It's okay, the scenery on the tree is better."

Ye Han Sheng did not participate in the intention of the two dialogues at all, but after eating quickly, he put away the dust -driven technique at the right hand of the tableware, and then practiced the sculpture. The woman once said when teaching him, some special laws

The array is to engrave the spell characters on the spirit stone, and Ye Hansheng also puts away the idea of ​​a small. Now it is because of the weird suggestion of Ling Qi, engraving the floating characters into a door panel.

The woman didn't care about these two private actions, but asked the use when he was engraved. Then he thought for a moment to modify the characters a few strokes, put his hand and leaned on the tree and looked at the book.

After a few days, when the puppet was sitting on the door panel with spiritual stone as energy, the woman looked up and said a waste of Ling Shi. Ling Qi didn't care. He knew that the floating formation in this world had long been long ago

Do not use this stupid method. Floating flight does not use large floating arrays, but removed the floating characters and engraved in a broken door panel, which is similar to the fire without fire.

Call for power or not to please.

As the next item of cooking, the woman dragged the little boy to the top of the Taoist Toward, overlooking the panorama of Dao from the top of the building, and then painted such a scene on the white paper with the pen in his hand.

.The woman finished drawing the painting, and suddenly frowned when she looked at the painting. Then she waved her brush and saw a little raindrops on the painting. Then the woman looked at the sunny scenery outside and stretched her eyebrows.

"Do the owner like the Zongmen at this time?" Ye Han was born to watch the last thing the woman, guessing the intention.

The woman's expression was a little weird, and then shook her head and calmly and said, "When did you remember when the Zongmen was raining last time?"

The little boy quickly replied: "It was the day of the Little Summer this year." Taoist sect pursued the way of nature and did not deliberately make a prayer for rain. There was less rain this year, so Ye Hansheng remembered it very clearly.

The woman smiled, and looked at the little boy in front of him and replied: "So I painted the Sect on the day of Xiaoshu, there is no special meaning."

Then he reached out and touched Ye Hansheng's head and said slowly: "I don't know the skill of painting and writing about love. I just want to be aware of the mood and draw whatever I want. Of course, this is just my way. As for yourself, you will

There is a unique view of you.”

"Disciple understands." Ye Han Sheng shaken away the hand that stroked himself, bowed and saluted.

In the next few days, women often see Ye Han Sheng's pens and look at the distance, but the little boy has been frowning, and he did not write. The woman just smiled, and then leaned on the tree and looked at the book.

"Do you let your big disciples realize there? You say that when you say that you are half -hidden and half." Ling Qi, who was hanging on the tree, watched this irresponsible master.

Two sentences.

"Because my painting was almost ruined by a little bastard, he said something about the abstract impression and the painting was in a mess, and the painting was torn off. But now I think about it, it's a pity. If I stay, it's still a good thing.

Think about it. You can disturb this little hairy child. All he needs is to find what he wants. "The woman was a rare and good mood. Looking at the little boy who couldn't write, he laughed twice and picked up the book.

Unfortunately, the woman's good mood lasted only one day. The next day, when she saw the two troublemakers who were taken to her peak, she felt a pain in her head. After asking, she realized that the two of them were floating in the air by the door panel.

The beautiful woman who painted the female bath came out of the bath. The woman supported her forehead, and she didn't know what to say, but just let the two of them handed the hidden painting. Looking at the painting, the woman looked at Ye Han with a strange expression and glanced at Ye Han.

Ye Han Sheng quickly shrank his head and said, "This is what Ling Brother changed me."

Ling Qi did not blame the little Mao's children without righteousness, but just laughed twice, and quickly shrank her head.

The woman's face did not change, but she just sighed and said, "You can see it yourself, there is no one in this painting." Spreading out the painting, I have to say that Ye Hansheng's painting skills can be called a master, and the display on it

The charming beauty makes people salivate, but it is necessary to ignore the painting of the doll that was called the radish by Ling Qi. The disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall also took advantage of the big events and turned into a novel. Ye Hansheng's sentence

, Then left.

After leaving the law enforcement hall, the woman was not angry, but said to Ling Qi: "There is another one, you can hand it over!" Ling Qi was shocked, looked at the smiling woman in front of him, and sighed from his body.

I took out a painting, and then said fate and said, "It is necessary to bake and listen to respect."

The woman spread out the painting and quickly confirmed that it was Ling Qi's handwriting. The painting was not good-looking. The woman's body proportions were a bit distorted, but the woman looked a little strange, and then asked in a deep voice: "You draw me."

What? "

Yes, the woman in the painting leaned against the tree with a book, but her face was a little blurred. She was like the famous peak owner.

Ling Qi was open-minded and looked directly at the woman and said, "I want to draw a bath picture, but when I lifted my pen, I felt that the scenery in front of me was not enough, and then the scenery in my pen became like this." Ling Qi really had nothing to do with women.

The idea is just that if anyone sees a stunning woman sitting in front of you reading a book every day, anyone will remember such a picture. And how can ordinary women compare such a picture?

The woman laughed twice, then reached out to burn the painting in her hand, and looked at the puppet that was still pressed on the ground.

Here, otherwise the earth doll you possess now should have been broken.

Then looked at Ye Han Sheng, who was still shrinking next to him, and asked: "What did you first painted?"

Ye Hansheng dodged the hand that stroked his own, and took a few steps back and said, "It is a woman who can't see clearly."

"Why can't I see it clearly?" The woman asked the boy, reaching out and touching his head softly.

Ye Han Sheng simply served as a woman to touch, listening to the problem for a while, and then shook her head and answered: "I don’t know who I want to draw?"

The woman guided again: "Why can you write it?"

Ye Hansheng recalled something, was silent for a while, raised his head and looked at the smiling peak master in front of him, and replied in a true voice: "Disciple understand."

Ling Qi did not understand these bending around, but he knew that the little boy looked at the sunset sun in the west when he was written, so this painting was not the person who painted it.

In this scenery, I just think that the pure beautiful painting just burned it.

In the next few days, the little boy appeared everywhere in Dao. He tried to write down. The scenery in the painting was still a person who couldn't see clearly. Ye Han was a little confused. He still tried his best to draw.

Later, when the earth doll called you to draw the person you painted was finally pretty, Ye Hansheng realized that his heart was done.

Ye Han Sheng looked at the paintings in the pen. The face in the painting was a bit similar to himself, or it was similar to his mother -in -law, and it was a bit like Jiang Yilin.

The blood surged, and desperately covered his mouth with his hands, but he couldn't cover the blood of Shangsong.

"Hansheng, let go of your mind." Ye Hansheng only felt a warm feeling wrapped around him. He listened to the voice of the peak master and fell asleep in a drowsy way. The woman's face was a little anxious. She didn't know how Ye Hansheng drew her, the immortal.

Do not enter the eye, forcibly to paint will only be involved in the cause and effect, this little hairy child is really messy!

Ling Qi looked around and felt weak all over. He suddenly felt a little afraid of cultivating immortals. But he still cheered up and asked the woman: "How is he? Is there anything wrong?"

The woman pointed to the sky, gathered in a character, and then a complicated French array wrapped Ye Han Sheng, and then a few pointers were on Ye Han Sheng.
Chapter completed!