One person's royal painting

"Grandma, I really can't be sympathetic at all..."

Patriarch Deng frowned and asked, he originally thought that he would find all the famous and famous horse fairies in the local area to beg the old grandma together, and the old grandma came out to say something out of some kindness.

However, they didn't expect that the old lady would be so straightforward and refute everyone's face in public.

However, Patriarch Deng has also heard that the old grandma used to be a "tiger girl" when she met her in the Northeast.

The master who can say anything and dare to do anything.

Ten horses would not be able to pull back what her old man had decided.

In desperation, everyone could only bid farewell to Guan Shihua.

The old lady didn't show up, and they had to participate. Now there was only one way before them, to participate in the witchcraft conference and regain the position of the witch king.

After everyone left, Guan Shihua snorted coldly, and said angrily, "Since you're here, why are you hiding your head and tail?"

Swish!
An old man in Tang suit came out from the shadows, smiled and looked at Guan Shihua who was sitting on the kang, and said, "It's been a long time since I saw you, grandma, you are so angry!"

"The old man is angry with these bastards..."

Guan Shihua gave the old man a cup of hot tea and said: "I haven't noticed it all the time in the room, these little kids are still short-handed..."

"Haha, grandma, don't laugh at me, my three-legged cat's kung fu can't enter the hall!"

The old man sat down on the other side without being polite, picked up the teacup and said, "However, you really don't care? You must know that these fairies are all your disciples..."

"Stop making trouble, whoever worships the mountain gate is not a disciple."

Guan Shihua took a sip of tea and said, "I just gave them two tricks..."

"Besides, if you rely on Laoshang alone to accomplish this skill...then Laosang thinks that this skill has been lost!"

"By the way, boy Gao, tell me, what happened recently?"

This old man in Tang suit is one of the four families, the head of the Gao family.

Patriarch Gao also shook his head and said, "I told you, don't hit me."

"Get out!"

Guan Shihua gave Patriarch Gao a white look, and said, "Smart boy, talk quickly if you have something to say, and let go of your fart!"

"Patriarch Wang asked me to ask you what you think, if you mind..."

Patriarch Gao said hesitantly: "He will hold down that 'little grandmaster' of their family and prevent him from participating..."

"Pooh!"

Guan Shihua spat, and said with disgust: "Look at that fat man's peeing, tell him that I don't need it, and I don't want to care about it. After I quit this so-called 'Ten Guys', I will prepare It’s been a while since I’ve taken care of myself, so what’s going on in the circle is what I’m doing!”

"You..."

It's not a day or two since Guan Shihua disliked Wang Ai. The big guys have gotten used to it over the years, but they're all at this age...

However, Patriarch Gao thought of the Wang family's Ju Ling dispatcher, and shook his head helplessly.

He is not good at mixing things between these two people.

"Okay, you've already said that, then I won't be here to hinder your eyes, I'll go now!"

After all, when Patriarch Gao was about to get up and leave, Guan Shihua stopped him, "Wait!"

"Grandma, what other orders do you have?" Patriarch Gao asked curiously.

Guan Shihua didn't say much, took out an old booklet from her kang, turned her head and threw it to Patriarch Gao.

"Grandma, what are you..." Patriarch Gao asked curiously.

"Make a few copies for those brats, let them hug each other during this time, and don't embarrass Ma Xian'er in the meeting!" After Guan Shihua finished speaking, he stopped talking to Patriarch Gao.

"You can give it to them yourself...and you gave it to them, your old disciple..."

Patriarch Gao knows what it is without looking at it. This booklet is probably Guan Shihua's research over the years, and it was given to those monks. So what did Guan Shihua pass on to her disciples?

"Grandma..."

At this moment, a shout came from Guan Shihua's courtyard.

"Okay, take your things and leave quickly. Tell them, don't come back if you give it to Ma Xian'er's family and feel ashamed, and if you meet Wang's and Feng's family, tell them that losing is not shameful, don't send them away because of a detainee I will lose my way... As for the old disciples..."

Guan Shihua smiled, and waved his hand to signal Patriarch Gao to leave, "Of course I have other things in the bottom of the box, so you don't have to worry about it."

"You really have a knife mouth and a bean curd heart..."

Patriarch Gao was also a little helpless, shook his head, turned around and disappeared into the shadows.

"Grandma, I have finished today's task, what should I do next!"

……

"I go……"

Zhang Chulan was showing off with Feng Baobao and Zhang Lingyu at this time, and she was a little surprised after learning about the witchcraft conference, "Little uncle, do you think this witchcraft conference is so big..."

"If you just want to hold an ordinary conference, there really isn't one!"

Zhang Lingyu put the green vegetables in the chopsticks into his mouth, chewed and swallowed, and then said: "This involves the issue of ten lads. You must know that every 'lao' is..."

Having said this, Zhang Lingyu suddenly became a little silent, as if thinking of something

It's just that Zhang Lingyu didn't say anything, but it didn't mean that Zhang Chulan couldn't guess what he was thinking.

What else can Zhang Lingyu think about, I miss Master.

After clearing the rice in the bowl, Zhang Chulan lit a cigarette and said, "Little uncle, I remembered, it seems that I should go to the company to see if the master should stay on the mountain honestly..."

pat!

Zhang Lingyu's originally low head instantly lifted up, and the eyes sparkled brightly again.

Looking at Zhang Chulan with an embarrassed face, this little uncle is too real, he really believed what he said...

……

"A month later..."

Wang Bin sat in front of the chair, glanced at an invitation card on the table, which was the invitation card for the Witchcraft Conference, looked up at Wang who was sitting in front of him, and asked, "What do you mean by this?" Come to me in time, is there any trouble?"

Wang also didn't talk too much nonsense with Wang, and untied the gauze tied around his neck, and there was a flushed scar on his neck.

"I'll go, you are..."

Wang Bing opened his squinted eyes slightly. The scar on Wang Ye's neck is not shallow. If it was a little bit off, it would directly cut the main artery. "What kind of enemy have you met?"

"It's the guy you mentioned who can mess with gold..."

Wang Ye said in a deep voice: "I met this guy when I was visiting the heads of various sects."

"..."

Wang Bing was silent for a while, then slowly asked, "Did you find anything?"