Tales of Herding Gods

Some of them are not sure. There are also a few demon's scholars in the college. Compared with other sects, the Taiyuan College is eclectic in recruiting disciples. If you pass the test of the Taiyuan College, you can become a scholar. .

Therefore, there are many women in the college, accounting for about half. After leaving the college, these women often serve as officials in various places, and many women enter the army to become generals.

However, from the books behind this cute little girl, the books are stacked neatly and the lines are not chaotic. This is the style of Fox Linger.

However, Fox Linger doesn't know one big word. It is impossible to take a stack of books wherever he goes. This is not the style of the little fox.

The little girl didn't see him. He split up with other scholars. He didn't go to the gods, but went down the mountain. Qin Mu waited for a moment outside the Array Hall, and no one came out.

"Yu Xiu said that Linger was listening at the Yuanyuan Temple. There was no her in the Temple of the Yuan Dynasty. Then it must have been the little girl. What has she changed?"

Qin Mu smashed: "The demon king of the big market is really damn, Linger is so small, he wants to marry her through the door to do the wife of the village."

He walked down the hill, and he couldn't understand: "If it is Linger, she will not go back to God, where will she go?"

He quietly followed up and saw that the little girl with three tails jumped all the way to the foot of the mountain. He suddenly slammed on the ground, then climbed two steps forward and three times, and the three tails shook. Standing up, the temptation took two steps and slammed into the ground.

Qin Mu cried and laughed, but he saw the little girl squatting four times. When he saw no one around him, he ran forward with his hands and feet, squatting on his toes, barefoot and bare feet, still jumping and jumping, three tails swaying. Dangling, it is very proud of the look.

She should have been transformed into a shape that has not yet adapted to walking on two legs, so she occasionally stumbles when walking like a human.

She is now shaped like a little girl, but she is more flexible than her legs when she runs with her hands and feet.

Fox Linger walked out of the college and went to the city, but there were many people outside. She stood up again, jumping and jumping, and the three tails were shaking behind her body to keep her body balanced.

噗通.

Qin Mu saw that the little girl's face was planted on the ground. Only three tails were erected, and then the tail twitched and shook and fell.

"It’s not fun to be a man..."

The little girl muttered up and sneaked around an old tree, and walked out of the other side of the tree with a white fox. He ran forward and dragged three long-haired tails.

This time, her speed was much faster. It didn't take long before she came to the Cheran Garden in Beijing. On the way, she bought some wine and vegetables and weighed some fruits.

Qizhen Garden is a junk market, selling antiques and selling cultural relics, as well as some rare treasures for sale, as well as the sale of spiritual soldiers, and some lonely talents selling things like calligraphy and painting ancient books here.

"Is Linger here to sell books?"

Qin Mu wondered, but saw that Fox Linger came to Qizhen Park and turned into a little girl with three tails. He carefully walked among the pedestrians, and he used his book to walk to the depths of the market.

When I arrived at the calligraphy and painting street, this little girl sighed with relief and looked around. Suddenly her eyes lit up and ran towards the ground.

After the stall was a lonely old scholar, with a beard, squatting in the corner, hands folded sleeves, bowed his head and said nothing, revealing two bright silver iron ears.

There are several calligraphy and paintings hanging behind him. There are several scrolls on the booth in front of him. The corners of the stalls are pressed with stones, so as not to be blown away by the wind.

"Hey grandpa, sell a few calligraphy and painting?"

After the Fox Linger came to the booth, he put down the wine and fruit and asked the old man.

The scorpion rushed to eat, and did not raise his head: "I didn't meet the goods. You just came, I am starving to death."

"My grandfather should go to the National Teacher's Office to sell paintings. Yankang Guoshi will definitely be willing to buy it at a big price."

When Fox Linger said this, she suddenly thought about it and annoyed: "Yankang Guoshi also has no money. His wife produced, added a son, and ordered the old man to send the invitation to the son. The son is not at home. I am going to Yankang. Not at home, the wedding banquet was very shabby, clear soup and oligo. The two of them were hungry, and they said that it was the national division’s war, and the national treasury did not have much money, so the national teacher gave his savings. The heart softly wrapped a big red envelope to the lady, and the lady wrapped me around and said that the son would recognize the son as a cognac... Later, the emperor heard that the palace used to save some money, and the mother and child could only make a living."

Xunzi said: "The gentleman is poor, the villain is overflowing. The Yankang Guoshi is really my friend."

Fox Linger grinned.

The scorpion took out some paper and said: "I wrote some words with a dotted line, and you will copy it."

The little girl put the paper on the ground and tried to add ink to the pen. The donkey quickly said: "Do not use ink. Write it along the dotted line with a pen. This can be done a few times. I will take a look at these books. I will explain it to you."

Fox Linger sat on the ground, and the text of Linzizi was very serious.

"Buy paintings."

When the fox Linger heard this voice, she could not help but be surprised and happy. She hurriedly looked up and saw a young boy standing in front of the booth!

"The son!"

The little girl jumped up and rushed to Qin Mu's arms. Qin Mu had just hugged her, and the little girl turned into a white fox, and he got out of his arms and wrapped around his neck.

She jumped too fast, overturned the ink of the scorpion, blackened a few sheets of paper, and the scorpion quickly packed up and complained: "Linger, you are too naughty, these sheets of paper are also bought for money, and now they are dirty. ......"

"Hey grandpa!"

Qin Mu haha ​​laughed, could not help but say that the scorpion was picked up and hooped. Some of the scorpions are not very suitable, they are free to go out, not salty and not rude: "Come on."

"The grandfather of the village is also here!" Qin Mu excited.

The face of the nephew was black and shouted: "He also ran out? Could it be to see my joke?"

Qin Mu knows that he has a strong sense of self-respect and smiles: "The village head is now in the college. My grandfather took the stall and went with me to the college."

The scorpion shook his head: "I can live a painting and live without it. I will start to prepare for the new year in two months. I will paint the door and I will definitely sell it."

Qin Mu cried and laughed. He would arch the arch of his own fox and pick it up in his neck. He gently touched her little head in his arms and smiled and said: "Linger is learning literacy with his grandfather? Do you recognize the words?"

Fox Linger became a little girl again, sweetly smiling: "I know that it is not very easy to understand. I often ran over these days to ask my grandfather to teach me."

Qin Mu put her down and her eyes flashed. "My grandfather is not able to sell calligraphy and paintings. I know that after all, I know that the goods are less. And recently I have been fighting, the paintings of the world, the gold in the chaos, the disaster in the past two years, and the rich people are not many. If you want to sell, you have to show some means."

He put away all the calligraphy and paintings of the nephew, put them on the side, and painted them.

As he painted, a butterfly flew up from the paper, flew around the stall, and then the sparrow flew out, oh, attracting passers-by to watch, stunned.

Qin Mu’s paintings kept on, but see more and more birds flying out of the paper, the swallows fluttered, and another Dahong fluttered from the paper. The wings were opened seven or eight feet long and surrounded by a piece. Amazing.

The nephew sneered: "Selling! I am not the **** of the sluts, do not need to show such a show, the natural knowledge of the goods, do not know the goods I do not sell to him!"

Qin Mu did not hear the ear, and another colorful phoenix flew out of the paper and traveled back and forth in the calligraphy and painting street, attracting more pedestrians.

Qin Mu raised the brush god, painted a door god, the door **** actually jumped out of the painting, the body is tall, powerful, so that everyone has to back!

"You can't get it!"

The scorpion looked more and more violent, grabbed the pen from his hand, and painted a pen to the door god. The magical majesty broke out and the people on the street continued to retreat. I saw a **** with a height of more than 100 feet. Standing up from the paper, Danfeng eyes, whiskers, elbows with a knife, all evil, easy to express.

"This is the door god!"

The scorpion put a pen on it, and the door of the gods suddenly fell down, still falling on the paper, lifelike, and at this time, the butterfly and the phoenix gods painted by Qin Mu were all turned into pieces.

孰 high and low, clear at a glance!

Qin Mu praised, and there was a sigh of praise around him. When someone came forward to buy a door **** figure, he said that the price would smash the scorpion. He sold painting here for more than two months. If the fox singer found him, he almost starved to death. The price of the first painting that he did not expect to sell was so amazing.

Fox Linger was also shocked, and quickly went to bargain, the price was even more expensive than Long Yao, so staggering.

A painting of Xunzi is enough for a lifetime.

Fox Linger sold the door **** figure, collected the money, immediately rolled up the other pictures of the scorpion, Qin Mu opened the pocket, and the little girl stuffed the scorpion into the pocket.

The two looked at each other, rubbing their eyes, and having a heart.

Odd goods can live, if you sell more, it is worthless.

Qin Mu took the donkey and went out. He smiled and said: "Hey grandfather, now that you have money, we will buy some good clothes for you to make a few sets of new clothes, then eat well, then go back to see the village head. There is also one In fact, I saw a painting that is completely different from your painting on the ship of Wuyou Township. You are painting the world, letting everything out of the painting, and the painting of the worry-free town is the world of painting."

Xunzi was not willing to go with him. He heard the words immediately and said: "In the world of painting? Is there such a painting? You elaborate!"

Qin Mu went to Bu Zhuang to buy a good cloth, cut it himself, made a few sets of clothes for the donkey, pulled out the pig knife and shaved his beard to trim the hair, and dressed the old man with neat light, which brought them back too. The college, said: "If Grandpa can combine the paintings of the world in the painting, he will certainly be able to go further. This time the national teacher asked me to forge the guns of the Japanese gods, and I also need to paint the grandfather's paintbrush. Come!"

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