Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 292 Picture Scroll
Look at the majestic avenue in front of you, and then look at this huge city with people coming and going.

Fang Xin couldn't help but reveal a meaningful smile:

"Mr. Wang really left a door open for me. I'm not afraid of going the wrong way now."

"But you and I are mutually beneficial. You need a little help, and I need a suitable place to rest."

“A match made in heaven, a match made in heaven.”

"This fate destined by fate is truly wonderful."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked quietly into the city.

Looking around.

I just saw that the whole city looked very familiar.

In fact, most of the people on the street have not changed.

Take a closer look.

The person who sells sesame cakes is still the one who sells sesame cakes.

Those who make halva are still the ones who make halva.

However, compared to before, they seemed to have only become more vicissitudes of life.

It doesn't look too old.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin couldn't help but reveal a deep smile:

"This is indeed a land of peach blossoms."

"After all these years, nothing has changed at all."

You must know that decades, even nearly a hundred years have passed since he left.

How can an ordinary person live for a hundred years?

In fact, even if he could live for a hundred years, it would probably be a lifetime for a person. In the end, he would just be old, trembling, and unable to walk.

It's not like now.

Look at the lively people in all directions.

How does this look like it has been a hundred years?

Originally, based on Mr. Wang's condition, he had guessed that Qingye City seemed to be a place like a peach blossom garden.

To be honest, this place is more like a mirage independent of the world, or a paradise in the cave.

Now look at it, maybe the time inside and outside is different.

There is quite a feeling that there is no Jiazi in the mountains.

Without thinking deeply about what was going on, Fang Xin walked leisurely to the door of the Wang family's residence.

Go forward.

I only saw that the doorkeeper saw Fang Xin and quickly greeted him:

"Taoist Master, are you back?"

"Young man, please tell me the good news."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly ran inside, as if he was promoting the good news.

I saw what this boy did.

Fang Xin couldn't help but shook her head slightly:
"Looks like we'll have another tea drinker soon."

After the words fell, he was very relaxed and walked towards the small courtyard of his home.

This small courtyard is extremely deep.

The main thing is that it is located in the Wang family residence, a relatively remote place.

So there are very few maids and servants on the road.

In a short time, he had already reached the courtyard.

Followed by.

With just a casual wave of his hand, a tea set was placed on the table.

Afterwards, he sat directly at the table and brewed a pot of snow mountain tea that Wang Mingli gave him.

It was not what he expected.

However, between one hour and three quarters.

I only saw a middle-aged man in a robe walking towards the originally quiet doorway.

Take a closer look, who is it if it’s not Wang Mingli?
Seeing the head of the family coming, Fang Xin first stood up slightly, and then waved to Wang Mingli from a distance:
"Mr. Wang, please sit down quickly."

"I knew Mr. Wang was coming here, so I made a pot of good tea that Mr. Wang gave me in the past."

"Sir, please have a good taste."

After hearing Fang Xin's words, Wang Mingli was not polite at all and sat directly opposite him:
"If that's the case, then I'd better try this pot of old tea."

After the words fell, both parties sat down.

Immediately afterwards, each of them sipped the tea brewed from the mountain spring water, and the whole scene slowly became quiet.

A breeze was blowing all around.

It seemed to touch the heartstrings of two people.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Mingli put down the tea cup in his hand, then smiled and said to Fang Xin:

"Sir must have seen it."

"Now that things have happened, there is no need for me to continue to deceive you, sir..."

After the words fell, he wanted to continue speaking, as if he wanted to explain something.

However, when Fang Xin heard what he said, she couldn't help but smile. Then she gently held the teapot and poured him another cup of tea:

"How has Mr. Wang ever deceived me?"

"This matter is just known by heaven and earth. You know it and I know it. There is a tacit understanding in each other's hearts."

"Isn't it great for us now?"

At the end of the sentence, he smiled slightly and said as if he was joking:
"Could it be that Mr. Wang really has any ill intentions towards me?"

After hearing Fang Xin's rhetorical question, Wang Mingli also slightly arched his hands, as if he felt very ashamed:
"Sir, this really makes me ashamed."

Seeing Wang Mingli's actions, Fang Xin smiled slightly, and then continued:
"As the saying goes: The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water."

"You and I treat each other as gentlemen, so why should I delve into your husband's secrets?"

"What's more, living in this world, who can't have some secrets, and who can be completely honest?"

This kind of light relationship between the two parties, no one involves the other, no one hinders the other, this is the best.

Don't ask the other person what they are doing.

Don't be curious either.

It's just like being friends, sometimes drinking tea, sometimes watching theater, and chatting. Isn't it fun?

Some things are talked about too much and involve interests. Even if they are talked about, the feelings are not so pure.

After hearing Fang Xin's words, Wang Mingli couldn't help but nodded with some sadness:

"After all, I did something wrong."

"But sir, you are right. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. Sometimes silence is the best."

When he said this, he sighed quietly, and then he said:
"However, although sir is not curious, I can't really say nothing."

"To be honest, everything else in Qingye Castle is real except for me."

"It's just that when you are in this painting, you really have a strange feeling like the sun and the moon are growing in a pot."

"The original residents here are just outsiders who entered here by chance."

Now that Wang Mingli has talked about some things, Fang Xin is no longer as scrupulous as before.

He was even very curious: "Sir, are you saying this is a painting?"

Seeing Fang Xin's excited look, Wang Mingli smiled heartily:

"Hahahaha... It seems that Taoist fellow Taoist is not always calm and calm."

When he said this, Wang Mingli paused, and then said:
"This is indeed a picture scroll made by a certain big shot with the wave of his hand, turning it into a scene similar to a paradise in the cave."

"I'm not talented. Although I really don't know who did it, I must be acquainted with it."

"But everything is over."

"As fellow Taoist said, since you and I have known each other by fate, it's just like the friendship between gentlemen, it's just as simple as water."

"I only know you, sir, and it's naturally impossible for you to mistake me for my mistake..."

When talking about that person, Wang Mingli made his voice slightly louder.

Even at the end of the sentence, the whole person couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if he was very happy.

heard this.

After hearing the origin of Qingye City, Fang Xin couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly:

"Just maybe a painting drawn because of missing someone can turn into a cave of heaven and paradise?"

"What a terrifying state this is."

"Sure enough, this world is so big and there are always so many mysteries. I really feel like I'm looking at the sky from a well."

It is not that simple to create a space where people can survive and have the sun, moon and stars.

Even if he uses all his strength.

It would be difficult to truly create a world as huge as Qingye City that could survive countless creatures.

Just one painting can create a world.

This is horrible.

Maybe the existence of this painter is the legendary power that has truly emerged.

The conversation between the two people soon stopped.

After all, something clicked slightly, and the two sides no longer had too many sticking points.

After all, it’s a chat.

In fact, because both parties have talked about some things thoroughly, the friendship seems to have become deeper.

Say nothing else.

There is no point of contention between the two parties, and there is even a sense of mutual benefit.

Even if Fang Xin is a demon, he will never have any other strange thoughts. After all, he once wanted to be a good person.

This topic has been discussed.

Then, Fang Xin couldn't help but said curiously:
"Could it be that the outing that fellow Taoist said was really out of Qingye City?"

"What kind of existence is this tea?"

You must know that he has been drinking the good tea given by Wang Mingli for such a long time, so he naturally understands that this tea is really good tea.

But Wang Mingli said that he was the only one who was illusory.

This is a little strange.

Or there are some things that don’t make sense.

After hearing what Fang Xin said, Wang Mingli picked up the cup of tea in his hand with a smile, and then said:
"Of course this tea is also real."

"And it is precisely because of the arrival of sir that we have these real teas."

"Sir, please don't underestimate your own weight. Once you arrive, this Qingye Castle will truly appear in the world."

"I don't know how many years it has been since I really took a look at the real world here."

At the end of the sentence, he felt a little embarrassed.

He would not tell Fang Xin casually that he had been waiting for Fang Xin to return for so many years.

Otherwise, how could Qingye Castle be revealed to the world in such timely manner before his return?

After hearing what Wang Mingli said, Fang Xin couldn't help but nodded slightly, as if he had some understanding:
"I see. It seems that I have indeed underestimated my own weight."

When he came, even after staying in the Wang family's mansion for so long, he vaguely felt something.

It is precisely because he feels that it will not harm him that he can live here with peace of mind.

Now everything is said clearly.

Naturally, he also understood that perhaps his special weight could really press this picture from illusion into reality.

In this way, after the two people started chatting, their conversation became more open.

However, most of it was Fang Xin who talked endlessly, while Wang Mingli occasionally added a few words.

Really talk about it.

The statue of Wang Mingli in front of me should be a real living being made from the memory of a certain important person.

It feels like a painting spirit.

Although he can slightly perceive and communicate with the outside world, it is not as convenient as Fang Xin.

not to mention.

Sometimes in places where competition is fierce and even cruel, the experience can be more exciting than in some righteous places.

The light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, the invisible sword.

Sometimes, if you listen to too many stories, you will be really wise.

In this way, in the next period of time, Fang Xin either drank tea and chatted with Wang Mingli, or went out to watch games with him.

have to say.

This Qingye Castle is really big.

There is no telling how many people are living in this huge city. Even outside this city, there are towns, villages, and countless pieces of land.

It is precisely because of this that this place can be truly self-sufficient, forming a big cycle, like a complete world.

It can only be said that the boss is worthy of being a boss.

As a local landowner, Wang Mingli sometimes behaves like a Taoist Duobao.

I have everything in my hands.

Even when he took out three pillars of ordinary-looking fragrance from his pocket, Fang Xin was a little shocked:

"This... what is this?"

Although these three sticks of incense looked very ordinary, they gave him a very ethereal feeling.

the most important is.

The three sticks of incense in front of him gave him the feeling of being in the Three Mountain Palace, facing the three old guys' trump cards.

Even more outrageous than that.

As the three pillars of fragrance burned slightly, Fang Xin looked at Wang Mingli in front of him through the cigarette.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a feeling like facing the golden-winged roc.

It was precisely because of this that he made a sound in surprise, and even looked a little angry.

This thing is really terrifying.

Seeing Fang Xin's performance, Wang Mingli smiled and raised the three pillars of fragrance:
"Is this what sir is talking about?"

He raised the fragrance in his hand, smiled, and then continued:
"These are just three ordinary pillars of incense. They are just used by the one to pay homage to me..."

"..."

(End of this chapter)