The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Pick up the paint! Pick up the paint!"

The Weishui River is clearly filled with a biting cold wind, as if it is going to blow away the bone marrow of a person. Normally, not to mention it is lively, I am afraid that birds and beasts will not get too close in this cold weather, but today, there was a sound. A cheerful voice came for a while.

There were adults and children in this lively sound, all of them seemed to be at the New Year's Eve, full of joy with the beating of gongs and drums.

When Zhang San led them over, they simply couldn't understand the scene in their eyes and thought it was a miracle. Some villagers who made a living by fishing knelt down and kowtowed, lamenting the gift of "Jellyfish Yuanjun".

This is a floating tidal flat... Even in the season when the floating tidal flats grow, it is not always possible for such abundant "fruits" to "grow" on the tidal flats.

The little Tong'er burst out laughing when he saw these people rushing around, but his heart sank again. He recalled what Zhang Qinghe said unintentionally when he and he returned to the village together -

"What did you think of when you saw those smudges?"

"I'm afraid this year's New Year's Eve will not be so difficult. With these fish coatings, they can be made into smoked fish, or fish soup can be stewed while it's fresh. Everyone in the village will be very happy."

"You see people, but I see fish."

"fish?"

Zhang San didn’t understand what there was to say from the fish’s point of view.

"If you only do float all your life, even if you can jump out of the water, you will not be able to escape the fate of being used as food. Even the giant thing several feet long was cut into pieces like melons and vegetables, and it was ready immediately Get off the pot."

"Sir, you are too pessimistic. You are already a god, what do you have to worry about?"

Zhang San ignorantly understood the profound meaning of Zhang Qinghe's words.

"Besides, if the fate of the floating coating is just like that, then wouldn't it be enough not to be a floating coating? The fish will be eaten, and the dragon will be eaten too? If the floating coating can't fly, then is it possible that the bird can't fly?"

Children's words are very unbridled, but occasionally they are shocking. When Zhang Qinghe heard this, he stared at Zhang San for a while, then turned around.

Zhang San felt that his steps seemed to be more urgent, so he also carried the piece of meat, breathing heavily, and chased Zhang Qinghe in small steps.

…

But now, Zhang San saw the villagers picking up these doodles, but he had some new insights into what Zhang Qinghe said.

"San'er...why don't you pick up the fish? Isn't my aunt sick? It's time to take it back to replenish it!"

Gouzi appeared from behind Zhang San. This simple boy was half a head taller than Zhang San. He smiled innocently and came with a bunch of buoys tied by straw in his hand.

"Oh, I have already picked it up and sent it back once before. Have you forgotten?"

Zhang San smiled and turned sideways to avoid the thing that the dog was coming towards - it was not that he disliked it, but now that he saw the straw, he was a little frightened. Good guy, he didn't vomit it out that night, which was already a good performance.

"Oh, that's right. You are always smart, little San'er. You must have found these good things with your guests and then came here to report them after picking them up."

Zhang San smiled and nodded, but heard someone calling him again.

"San'er...can you, noble man, be at your home?"

Old Cunzheng's voice sounded from behind Zhang San. The little child turned around and saw Old Cunzheng walking toward him step by step, leaning on a cane and supported by Zhang He.

Not to mention that food is the most important thing for the people, there was a big movement by the Wei River, and the smell of monsters was smelled. Muramasa was naturally involved in such a big thing.

"Yes, sir is at my home at the moment."

"Sir?!" Lao Cunzheng's eyes lit up, and he felt sincerely happy for Zhang San. His original intention was to get Zhang San closer to Zhang Qinghe, so that he could use some means to alleviate Zhang Sanniang's pain. Unexpectedly, unexpected results were achieved.

"Yes, sir, now he is teaching me... calligraphy."

People in the village didn't know that Zhang San could decipher Yunzhuan script before. The old village chief only thought that he was really reading and literate, but even so, it was an obvious sign.

You must know the meaning of the Tsing Yi that Zhang Qinghe gave to Zhang San. It is the first-class status in Xiantang. This has to be said to be a kind of recognition and metaphor.

"Isn't this miraculous sight the work of noble people?"

Muramasa asked.

"yes."

"Boss, you look at the basket here. Don't let those lazy guys steal the fish and meat. When the time comes, it will be distributed to the old and weak in the village. I will go back to the village with San'er alone to say thank you to the noble man."

Zhang He nodded solemnly - although Old Muramasa had never taught him any important principles since he was a child, his tutor since he was a child was very clear about how others should express their giving.

The people in the village are ignorant and may not be sensible, but my old father is still close to the gods and immortals, so he must be treated seriously.

But at the stall where all the villagers were picking up flakes, a strange fragrance spread in a corner of the village. The source of this fragrance was the house of Zhang San's family.

This was the result of Zhang Qinghe deliberately suppressing the smell of the spiritual food. If it were allowed to spread, people could smell it from a mile away, attracting many people to follow the scent and salivate. Or maybe the birds and beasts gathered together and caused some minor trouble.

Zhang Qing and Ji Lingyuan sealed the fish soup in the pot, causing most of the spirituality and medicinal power to stay in that cast iron pot. Ning Yuan used the spoon and kept stirring, but what was thinking in their minds was what Zhang San was thinking at that time. The words spoken...

"Wenchang Xingjun said... Dao Tianyin combined with Futu Chapter can only prevent them from stimulating their appetite for me in advance. On the Zhongtian Great Realm, a big tree full of branches but belonging to the same origin, I can't even think about it. There is no escape.”

Zhang Qinghe was speechless. This was his despair. Later, he discovered that the ancestors did not exist, which made his despair even worse.

But he forgot one thing.

"If the Patriarchs do not exist, then where does the effectiveness of these scriptures come from? Now if I consider this worst premise, it is that I can create these scriptures through Taisu's free mind. ...If that's the case, if I can create something to curb my appetite, I might as well create something to hide myself.

Mr. Shaobai has noticed that my painting has always been immature. I have always only used it as a tool to resist infection. So in this case, I tried to develop its function of hiding myself.

Floating has its limitations...then just don't do floating coating. "

But he had no clue how to improve it, which made it even more necessary to get in touch with the water tribe. He remembered that his teacher had mentioned a water tribe skill before, which seemed to be called "The Dragon Transformation Technique".

Based on his knowledge, it would not be wrong to say it would be helpful.

Zhang Qinghe had a rare smile on his lips since he came to Zhangjiacun. He picked up the spoon and took a sip, then frowned slightly.

"The heat is still not enough."

It was at this time that footsteps sounded outside the hut, it was Zhang San and Lao Cun who were turning around.