I Can Brush Attributes

Listening to Wang Quan's sudden words, Wang Ping, who was eating meat, froze.

At the same time, Wang Quan didn't know that the wine was coming up, and chatting happily, he talked eloquently.

"Erzai, you said it was a coincidence, your great-grandfather was insane, and you knew someone surnamed Zhang, and now you also know a friend with the surname of Zhang, the key point is that your friends with the surname of Zhang are also ill, tell your great-grandfather Zeng Speaking of the same sick words in the middle school."

"I'm very suspicious now. I suspect that your friend surnamed Zhang is not the great-grandson of your great-grandfather's friend surnamed Zhang."

"By the way, speaking of your crazy grandpa Zeng, let me tell you something to make you laugh."

"My grandfather, that is, your great-grandfather, before he died, he held my hand and told me that after he died, I would be the head of the Wang family for over a hundred generations, oh! I remember it, the one hundred and thirtieth. It's like the head of the house."

Wang Quan laughed, took a gulp of wine, patted his thigh and laughed.

"Erzai, you don't know, hahahaha, when I was still young, I was only in high school, and when I heard that your great-grandfather entrusted me so much, I was still in the second grade and thought that we are really some kind of hidden royal family. A little excited."

"Now that I think about it, it's really green years."

Rogers was also drunk, listening to Wang Quan talking about the years of melon skin, and said without pulling his shoulders.

"Wang Quan, I can see it, your family's neurosis is inherited, inherited your neurotic grandpa, hahahaha."

Wang Quan slapped Rogers on the forehead.

"Shut up, I'm the 130th generation owner of the Wang family. Why are you talking to me like that? Kneel down and punish you for plugging in the fan."

Apparently the two were already drunk and started to go wild.

The crazy two did not realize that Wang Ping, who was sitting across the table, was stunned.

There seemed to be stormy waves rolling in my heart.

Listening to Wang Quan's remarks, Wang Ping had an unreal feeling as if he saw someone tearing up the devil with his own eyes and shooting him eight hundred miles away.

Is there really a Taoist royal family? !

Has your casual flickering words come true? !

Wang Ping's eyes widened and he patted his head. He was very sure that he was not drunk, and that he understood that his father did not lie.

The so-called telling the truth after drinking, drinking words are often more true.

The more he thought about it, the more Wang Ping felt his scalp tingle, and he took a deep breath.

Has your mouth opened up? The fake identity has become a real identity...

In order to find out the truth, Wang Ping suddenly looked at his father.

Wang Quan and Rogers are in a "fierce battle", fighting with a fried fish in one hand and a shredded squid in the other.

The two collided with fried fish and squid shreds, as if two ancient artifacts were intertwined.

At this time, Wang Quan also had his own voice-over, and made the sound of "kin, kin, kin" in his mouth, indicating that it was the interweaving sound of weapons touching each other.

Not to mention, there really is a sense of sight that the two peerless melon skins are fighting.

Watching the two of them fight in full swing, Wang Ping held his forehead and was speechless.

These two old melon skins...

Forget it, let's wait until they wake up and ask.

Wang Ping got up and cleaned up, letting the two of them make a fuss in the hall.

Not long after, after cleaning the table and packing up Dad Wangquan's briefcase.

Um?

"What is this?" Wang Ping asked involuntarily, looking at the stack of photos in his father's briefcase.

It was a black and white photo, the photos had already turned yellow, and the age was old, but it could be seen that each photo was well preserved.

Each photo is a group photo of people, more or less, of various colors.

However, if you look closely at the photos, you can see that there is an old man on the seemingly various group photos.

This old man appears in every group photo, because of his big yellow-toothed smile and unusual clothes, people are instantly recognizable.

Wang Ping recognized this old man. He had seen it when he was a child. It was the photo of Grandpa Zeng that his father Wang Quan had shown him.

In the photo, Grandpa Zeng is wearing a Taoist uniform and taking a group photo with others, with a bright smile, quite the demeanor of an old urchin alive.

"Any words?"

Wang Ping looked at each photo and found words on the back of each photo.

The handwriting on each photo is different. Obviously, it was not written by the same person. Eighty percent of it was written by the person who took the photo with Grandpa Zeng.

Randomly pull out one of the photos.

Pay attention to this photo.

This is a photo of Grandpa Zeng and an old man in a police uniform.

The old man in the police uniform has gray temples, and he has not yet retired at such an age. It is obviously a police officer.

Turning to the back of the photo, there are a few lines written:

[Thanks to Wang Tianshi for his life-saving grace, the gratitude will surely be reciprocated, Guo Fengqi, stay. 】

Looking at this photo and the words left behind, Wang Ping sighed involuntarily.

"Grandpa Zeng doesn't seem to be crazy like what Dad said, but a Taoist priest who helps others, and maybe he is a model of Taoist priests."

In the sigh, Wang Ping picked up another photo.

This is a photo of Grandpa Zeng and a little boy.

The little boy's face was still stained with mud, but he did not hide his bright smile in the slightest.

Turning to the back of the photo, there are still a few lines written:

[Grandpa Wang taught me that when the heaven will give a great responsibility to the people of this country, they must first beat their heads, demolish their bones, and blow up their ancestral graves, so that the hatred value can be filled up, little eggs, stay. 】

I am most afraid that the air will become quiet...

Wang Ping's sighed smile suddenly solidified, and he felt like he was slapped in the face by Grandpa Zeng across the Huangquan River, and it hurt.

After a long time, after reading one photo after another, Wang Ping came to a conclusion.

"Grandpa Zeng, it is a miracle to live to be eighty years old. It seems that my family is really a Taoist family that has been passed down for thousands of years."

From the comments behind each photo, Wang Ping found that most of the comments contained Grandpa Zeng's famous words.

These famous quotes are summed up in Wang Ping's words, four words, come out and be beaten.

If anyone who implements these famous words, don't think about it, come out and be beaten.

Wang Ping suspected that if his great-grandfather really acted with these famous words, he did not have a strong background, and he was afraid that he would be beaten and become paralyzed and incontinent.

Finally checked each photo again and Wang Ping found nothing else.

The only discovery was that in the previous photo of the little egg, the little egg was holding a talisman in his hand.

Looking through the magnifying glass, the talisman paper was exactly the same as the amulet blessed by Wang Ping.

"Grandpa Zeng will have the long-lost Purple Thunder Talisman?" Wang Ping looked strange.

According to the brothers and sisters Zhang Hao, the amulet they made was the long-lost purple thunder talisman, at least for thousands of years.

However, his great-grandfather actually has the Purple Thunder Talisman?

When he found this out, Wang Ping exclaimed.

"Turtle, this is too beautiful, is it possible that my mouth has been blessed with Buddha and Dharma, and it has been consecrated?"

First, the identity of the Wang family, and now it is the Purple Thunder Talisman. The lies that he said earlier came true one after another.

The current Wang Ping has a feeling.

His great-grandfather seemed to be a jerk.

At this moment, Wang Quan, who was already sleeping soundly on the sofa in the hall, suddenly murmured a dream, which caught Wang Ping's attention.

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