Chapter 112 Damn it, he pretended to do it (please subscribe~~) “Tsk, tsk, this gift of mine is incredible!” Qin Yao was proud of himself and took out a large gift box from under the cake cart and placed it in front of Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu didn’t ask any more questions this time. He opened the gift box and took out a scroll. “Scroll? Is it the work of the master in the painting?” “Even if it’s not, it’s definitely extraordinary. Don’t forget, Mr. Qin is the young class leader.” … Below, the guests were whispering and discussing. Uncle Jiu had roughly the same idea as the guests. He turned the scroll to the crowd and slowly unfolded it. As the images in the painting gradually appeared, Uncle Jiu's expression suddenly became very strange, and a group of guests who looked at it with their heads raised were even more stunned. On the drawing paper, I saw a tyrant-like figure wearing a black suit, holding a cane in both hands, standing on the cracked ground, looking forward, his eyes fierce and sharp, and a big boss aura rushed towards him. Come on, people dare not look directly at it.
The portrait is very tasteful and the painting skills are very good, but the key is that that face is Qin Yao! In other words, this is a self-portrait of his! Uncle Jiu could not speak for a long time. The guests were so confused that they couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south. After a long time, they came back to their senses. They wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare. Their cheeks twitched. Many people even silently pinched their thighs below! “Qin Yao…” Uncle Jiu twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around and asked, "What is this?" “Isn’t it obvious?” Qin Yao asked, scratching his head. Uncle Jiu chuckled: "It's just because it's too obvious, so I asked you." “Master’s laughter is a little bit penetrating!” Qiu Sheng pulled Wen Cai and said in a low voice. Wencai nodded: "Senior Brother, he is seeking death! He is finished. We need to stay away from him recently." Qiu Sheng was convinced. “As you can see, this is my personal self-portrait. Even though it is just a painting, it actually has three major functions.” Qin Yao said with confidence. "What are the three major functions?" Uncle Jiu took a breath silently and asked quietly. Qin Yao opened his mouth and came: "The first important function is to ward off evil spirits. The so-called ghosts are afraid of evil people. In this painting, I am more fierce than the evil people. If the little ghost sees it, he will definitely be terrified and trembling. The second major function is that I can see things and think about people. If I am not in Yi Zhuang one day, when Master and my brothers miss me, they can look at the portraits to relieve their lovesickness. To tell you a little more, I think it will be enough to hang this scroll under the statue of Patriarch Sanmao when I go back, so that the brothers and sisters can see it at any time..." Hearing this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help it anymore.
Put it under the statue of Patriarch Sanmao? Do I need to worship you when I offer incense? Disciple! “I have received your filial piety, and I am very pleased. I will reward you by eating this cake, and you are not allowed to have any leftovers.” Uncle Jiu pointed at the small tower-like cake and said with a smile. Qin Yao coughed dryly and said: "Master, this is enough for at least thirty people. If each person takes a small piece, it can even be divided into one hundred people." “My apprentice can scare ghosts and gods with just one portrait, so what’s the problem with one being worth a hundred?” Uncle Jiu chuckled, waiting for Qin Yao to admit his mistake. This **** is getting more and more naughty. If you don’t teach him a profound lesson, he will definitely get slapped in the face in the future. “The gifts haven’t been given yet? How can we divide the cake first?” Qin Yao was not in a hurry, and once again reached into the cake trolley hidden by the red table curtain. In front of everyone, he pulled out a long whisk with black handle and silver wire. He shook it lightly and the golden light swayed: "This is and Everyone knows that the whisk that comes with my portrait cannot be wiped clean by hand after it is dusty, and it cannot be wiped with a wet cloth. After much thought, I decided that this whisk is the most suitable for dusting. Just brush off the dust..." "Lingbao!" As the golden light shone on the whisk in his hand, a group of Maoshan Taoist priests stood up and stared at the three thousand swaying threads in shock, fiery, or dully. For some reason, the originally silver-white whisk strands gradually turned golden under the infusion of his magic power, like soft golden threads. "It's a gold and silver whisk, a magic weapon passed down by the Patriarch Mao Shan." Mao Shanming was simply lacking in strength, but his vision and knowledge far surpassed those of his peers, and he revealed the true name of this whisk. The Taoist priests were in an uproar. No matter what it is, once the word "ancestor" is mentioned, its meaning changes instantly. "Are you okay?" Qin Yao held the fly whisk in his hand and looked at the crowd. Damn it, he pretended to do it! For a time, everyone who understood the meaning of the magic weapon had this feeling in their hearts. "Qin Yao, where did you get this whisk?" After a long time, Uncle Jiu, who was also stunned, gradually came back to his senses and asked with a strange expression. He was basically sure that this guy definitely did it on purpose! Such an expensive thing, if it was given to him directly, even if it was a birthday gift, he would refuse it sternly. But after going around in such a big circle, if he still refuses to accept it, Qin Yao can stop him with a hundred sentences. Of course. It is not ruled out that this guy may take the opportunity to cause trouble and show off his skills. The dignified young master Qin can even do such a thing as sending a female ghost to his master, but what else can he not do? "Hey, are you paying attention to the wrong thing?" Qin Yao avoided talking about how the whisk came, pointing to his portrait and said: "That is the gift, the key point, this whisk is just used Come to dust off the portrait." A group of Taoist priests: “…” This is a bit too much! Show operation is show operation, you can't think that we are all fools! Uncle Jiu was silent for a moment and said, "I have accepted the portrait. You can hold the whisk first."
Qin Yao shook his head decisively and put the whisk in front of him: "My portrait is extremely precious. There is only one like this in the Three Realms. You must use this whisk to dust it. If you replace it with anything else, it will lower your profile... cough cough ,style!" Uncle Jiu: “…” It was exactly as I expected. “Brother, I think you don’t want it that much, so why not just give it to me. From now on, I will take this whisk and dust the portrait three times a day.” Mao Shanming rubbed his hands vigorously and said. Even though he knew that this request was a bit excessive and the possibility of the other party agreeing was extremely low, he couldn't help it! This is the human world, not the underworld, not the palace of heaven. The magic weapon is not lost on the streets. If he can hold a gold and silver whisk in his hand, he will definitely be the third person in Waimao in the future, and his ancestors will be honored. "How can Senior Brother Mao do such a rough job? I like cleaning the most. Senior Brother Lin, why don't you let me keep this fly whisk first?" A Taoist priest felt very itchy and couldn't help shouting. Mao Shanming was furious and shouted: "Oh, do you want to show your face?" “No, I’m getting closer to you, senior brother.” The Taoist priest laughed and said loudly. Seeing that these two idiots were about to curse in public, Uncle Jiu suddenly became furious. This is how the image of the Maoshan master was brought down. The scum of the teacher’s school! (End of this chapter)