The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1014 I am Yan Tao, not Yan Tao 9
Qin Zong casually mentioned a few interesting things to Yan Tao about when he lived here when he was young.

The two sat down at the stone table, and Young Master Yan felt that there was something extra on his calf.

She looked down.

He bumped into a pink and tender little face.

Yuxue's cute little child is wearing a Taoist bun, with a little red bead dotted between his eyebrows. He is lying under the table, looking up at her.

Looking at each other for a moment, Yan Tao stretched out his hand and pushed away the child's fleshy hand.

The little Taoist frowned in distress, pouted, and crawled towards her feet again this time.

Hold Yan Tao's calf tightly, never let go.

Yantao...

"Qingling, come here."

Qin Zong yelled, slipped up the little Taoist priest with one hand and put her on the stone bench next to her, and patted his little head by the way.

"Brother Qin Zong."

Qingling laughed happily, shook her face, "hug."

Master Qin ignored the child's begging for a hug, and turned his handsome face slightly, "Qingling is the grandson of Qingyang temple master, his father didn't have time to take her with him, so he put her in the temple."

"Well, that's what it is."

Young Master Yan smiled lightly, his white and slender fingers dangled in the air, and when he spread them out again, there was a piece of chocolate candy lying flat on his palm.

Qingling's big black and white eyes lighted up slightly, he grabbed the candy with his small hand, brought it to the side of the boy's face, and gave it a hard poke.

"Thank you pretty brother!"

After grabbing the candy, the little Taoist jumped from the stone bench to the ground and ran out of the courtyard, "Brother Wuchen, brother Wuchen, I saw a brother who is prettier than you!"

Wu Chen was sitting cross-legged in the room, twirling a string of Buddhist beads between his fingers, he opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and saw a little boy pounced into his arms.

"Brother Wuchen, Qingling saw a brother who is prettier than you!"

Helplessness flashed across Wuchen's eyes, "Qingling, how many times have I told you that men can't be called beautiful."

"But Brother Wuchen, you are a monk. To you, it's all passing. The same goes for being beautiful."

Qingling smiled and said.

clean...

"Brother Wuchen, I'll take you to see the beautiful brother!"

Qingling hugged Wuchen's big palm with both hands, "Hurry up, let's go."

"..."

Wuchen raised his forehead: Sure enough, asking for help has a price.

His price is the little Taoist regiment in front of him.

When Wu Chen arrived, Yan Tao was playing Go with Qin Zong.

In the courtyard, the morning breeze was cool, and the young man sat opposite the young man.

When it was time for the young man to hold the son, she took the white son, her face as handsome as a demon was full of seriousness.

After a long time of contemplation, I never settled down.

Qin Zong sat upright, the tea in his hand was misty, and he was contented.

Wuchen slightly raised his eyebrows and walked over.

Qingling took Wuchen's little finger and ran over with small steps.

On the chess game on the stone table, there is a clear distinction between black and white.

The extremely handsome monk lowered his head to take a look, the corners of his mouth twitched, his brows twitched, "Yantao, why don't you just play backgammon, why are you so serious."

He thought these two were Go masters, so he ran over to see them itchingly.

Actually... playing backgammon.

Young Master Yan kept his serious and calm posture unchanged.

Wuchen was silent for a while, "Yantao, what are you dying for? You lost."

Yan Tao: "I still have to struggle for a while, you shut up."

Wu Chen silently rolled his eyes: They are all four in a row, you will die if you block one side.

Young Master Yan thought for three seconds, then handed the chess piece to Qingling, with a serious face, "This game is for you."

Wuchen... you still have to be shameless.

(End of this chapter)