Legend of the Cultivation God

"Predecessors are exquisite in chess, and they can't wait in the next place!" Xiao Hua put the pieces in a good position, and said it with a smile, then looked at the little monk and listened to the decomposition of the little monk.

I know, the young monk will point his hand to the hand: "The heart can't understand the mystery of chess. How can you have a distraction in your heart? Come again!!"

"Okay... okay!" Xiao Hua looked at the inscrutable little monk, raised his hand and raised his hand, and began to play with the rhythm of the little monk. The second set is naturally Xiaohua’s apology, but the scene is much better, and the time is much longer. It seems that the little monk’s eyebrows are very enjoyable.

Needless to say, Xiao Hua is putting a chess piece to accompany the little monk to start the third set!

The sun seems to hang on top of the heads of the two people, and motionless, Xiao Hua and the young monk have killed nearly thirty! At the beginning, Xiao Hua was not an opponent of the young monk. After five sets of discs, Xiao Hua had gradually caught up. After ten sets, Xiao Hua had already had a good idea. No matter how the young monk casts the game, he is hand-to-hand. Come, the pieces go hand in hand, and each time the little monk is forced to death. As for the fifteenth set, it is completely a replica of Xiao Hua's first set. The young monk will not be a soldier when he starts, and he is no longer the enemy of Xiao Hua. What makes Xiao Hua puzzled is that the little monk is happy with this simple game. The platter of a plate is not quit, except for the gradual smashing of the eyebrows, the fascination in the eyes is It is getting thicker and thicker.

Waiting for a game of chess, a new set has just been put on, the little monk suddenly has a sleeve, and he grows up and says: "Don't play! Grandma's, you are much better than Wang Haofei!"

"Ah?" Looking at the little monk is like a urchin. Xiao Hua Wei Wei, just waited for Xiao Hua to stand up. The little monk pointed his hand at Xiaohua’s back. "Hey, that’s not Wang Yufei. Are you looking for him?"

Xiao Hua hurriedly turned back, but his back was empty, and there was still a spot of light in the distance between the trees. Where is there a figure?

"What does this mean?" Xiao Hua felt vaguely wrong. When he turned back, the thing that surprised him happened, and the little monk sitting opposite him disappeared! ! !

"How is it possible??" Xiao Hua was shocked. Today, he is not an ordinary monk. The Taoist sect of the Dao Zong, the five-footed body of the Buddha, is a place of lotus. Which one is not enviable. of? But this little monk actually disappeared in front of himself. Xiao Hua has no feeling at all. How can this not surprise him? What is the level of cultivation of this young monk?

However, I think about how many years ago, I built a small Linglong Temple in Daxueshan to wait for myself. How can I say that it is the realm of the Buddha? I am in the eyes of others... It’s really like a young boy! However, thinking of this, Xiao Hua is awkward again. It is very incomprehensible to look at the ground, the scattered stones, as well as the vertical and horizontal lines, this so-called chess is just a play of ordinary country children, how can this seniors so heart?

"Is it wrong?" Xiao Hua suddenly thought of a possibility. I hurriedly took the black triangle out of my arms and swept away. Actually found this thing is not unusual.

"This is a treasure!!" Xiao Hua immediately understands that this little monk is afraid to wait here for this thing?

Immediately, Xiao Hua used the Buddha's knowledge to see what he still couldn't see, until the last use of the eye saw that this black triangle hides a thumb-sized piece!

"Also... It’s really a chess piece! This predecessor is unpredictable!" Xiao Hua’s closing his eyes is really convincing.

Immediately, Xiao Hua thanked him in the air: "In the lower Bodhi, thank the Buddha for the gift of the treasure!"

"Oh..." Suddenly, a chuckle came from afar. Isn’t that the voice of the little monk? Xiao Hua’s Buddha’s knowledge was hurriedly released, and it was scattered in that direction...

“Hey? How is there a child here?” Xiao Hua’s Buddhist knowledge naturally did not catch up with the young monk. He was in the direction of the Buddha’s knowledge. He saw a child under the age of ten. Charcoal pen, sitting cross-legged before a tall man and a flower, draws a stroke on the ground in front of him, the child's clothes look worn, several patches are sewed, and the back is Carrying a small embroidered bag, although this embroidered bag is sewn with needlework and rag, it can be washed very clean.

Xiao Hua’s Buddha’s knowledge is exactly what he wants to recover. He walked quickly in the foothills of the children and walked around with a family-like person. He saw the child hurriedly shouted: “Wang Haofei, how are you here? Fast, fast Master Wang is looking for you!"

"Wang Yufei?" Xiao Hua stunned, secretly, "Isn't this the little monk said Wang Yufei?"

Immediately, Xiao Hua’s eyes turned and flew high, and the place where Wang Haofei was flying was.

Waiting for the flight, Xiao Hua has seen it clearly. This is a small mountain village. It is built in the middle of several mountains. There are hundreds of families in the mountain village. At this time, some people cultivate in the mountains, some people Hunting in the mountains, within the village, women's textiles and vegetables, washing and cleaning, and a group of children play and play, it is a lively scene of a village.

At this time, Wang Yufei was standing in the courtyard of the largest family in the mountain village. A middle-aged man who looked like a sharp-nosed monkey was screaming at him, while another middle-aged man with a big head was Arrogantly sitting on a reclining chair not far away, holding a fan in one hand and a jug in one hand, the fat man fanned a few times, licked a few times in his mouth, and put a jug in his mouth and put a few mouthfuls, it looks Very free.

Xiao Hua’s body shape is hidden in the air, and he has heard it clearly, but he listened to the middle-aged man and said: “Wang Yufei, today’s Wang told you to come over, but I have taken a fancy to your painting skills. I heard that you are painting something that is lifelike. Today is about to let you show your talents."

Saying, from the arms, I took out a silver coin and smiled: "If you are painting, you will be satisfied with the king, this silver is yours!"

Wang Xiaofei glanced at the silver, did not move, did not pick up the silver, only slightly nodded: "Also ask the big housekeeper to inform the villain, what to paint today, if the villain does not enter the eyes of the master, how small Dare to pick up this silver?"

"It's extremely difficult for others to do, but it's very simple for you!" The thin butler smiled and put the money in his arms.

Wang Yufei frowned slightly, looking at the Wang master not far away, but also looking at the housekeeper, biting his little lips and whispering: "The big housekeeper, the villain has a question, I don't know if it is not appropriate."

"But it's fine!" The big housekeeper was very generous.

"Although the villain will draw pictures, after all, people can draw small paintings, and it is impossible to enter the eyes of everyone." Wang Yufei spoke up and his words were mature. "If there is something important to Wang, you can ask for the big inside Pingxi." What the painter did... The little man knew that his painting could not be a silver coin?"

"Oh, since Master Wang is looking for you, naturally there is a plan of the master!" The housekeeper looked at Wang Xiaofei with some surprises. He really couldn’t think of how Wang Xiaofei’s child, who was less than ten years old, could think of how much. He smiled and said, "You don't want to Ask so much, just draw it!"

Wang Haofei nodded: "The villain understands."

Immediately, the butler went to the fat man and whispered a few words. The fat man waved his hand to signal that he knew it, and the housekeeper brought Wang Haofei into the backyard. The backyard is a place similar to the garden. A woman in a beautiful costume is sitting on a swing. The housekeeper takes Wang Haofei forward and pulls the king to fly. "Isn't you seen Miss soon?"

"Yes, the little man has seen the lady!" Seems to understand what, Wang Yufei is very calm and stern.

"Well, get up!" The lady seemed to have something in her heart, and the absent-minded fan in her hand made a few moments and said a word.

Seeing that the lady didn't care about Wang Haofei, the butler hurriedly took Wang Haofei to the side and whispered: "Master told you to come over today. I want you to paint a portrait to the young lady. This is very important. You must paint well, as long as you are a master. Satisfied, the lady is satisfied, the silver ingot is just yours!"

"Yes, little know!" Wang Xiaofei nodded hard. "Small must try to draw!"

"Good..." The housekeeper stalked, "I just saw you!"

After that, the housekeeper took a hand, and several of the family members who had been there immediately sent desks, rice paper, pen and ink.

After waiting for a group of people to put things in order, there are a few hoes to walk quickly, open the rice paper and other things, put them, even a little girl went to the side of the desk, ready to study ink.

Wang Haofei hurriedly waved his hand and let everyone stop. He walked to the side of the ring, carefully took out the ink block, poured some water in the ring, slowly grinded, and frowned at the other side, staring at the sitting. The same frowning lady on the swing...

There is a cup of tea straightforward. The entire back garden has no other movements except the wind. Several family members and hoes are puzzled, but they dare not make a sound. They look at Wang Yufei and look at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper first waited for a while and could wait for a while. It can be seen that Wang Yufei is so, look around, swing his hand and let all the people go down. He is also quietly retreating to the door of the garden. While watching the distant man, he looks at Wang Yufei. .

"It’s strange, what is this? Even if you want to give this lady a portrait, you should find an adult painter. This village may not have, what Pingxi City can do, no reason to find this little child!" Stealth in the air Xiaohua is a bit strange, the dark channel, "And this village is only a hundred households, how can such a king lord be so rich? It is ten times more powerful than the landlord!"

Look at Wang Yufei, I saw the lady's meal more than enough for a meal. Then, I closed my eyes slightly and fixed my mind. Then I turned around and went to the book case. I lifted my foot and set foot on the small stool that I had prepared. On the top, a detective picks up one of the slightly thicker brushes from the pen wash, and saturizes the brush on the thick ink of the ring, waving the hand and painting the dragon and the phoenix on the rice paper...