Chapter 1095 I Am Yan Tao, but I Am 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 of them sat down at the stone table, and Master Yan felt something growing next to his calf.
She lowered her eyes and looked over.
He bumped into a pink and tender little face.
Yuxue's cute child, with her hair in a Taoist bun and a little red bead on her eyebrows, was 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 priest frowned in distress, pouted, and crawled towards her feet again this time.
Hug Yan Tao's calf tightly and never let go.
Yan Tao...
"Qingling, come here."
Qin Zong shouted, lifted up the little Taoist priest with one hand, put her on the stone bench next to him, and patted his little head.
"Brother Qin Zong."
Qingling laughed happily, shook her face, and said, "Hug."
Master Qin ignored the child's plea for a hug, and turned his handsome face slightly to the side, "Qingling is the grandson of Master Qingyang Temple. His father had no time to take care of her, so he put her in the temple."
"Well, that's it."
Young Master Yan smiled softly and waved his slender white fingers in the air. 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 lit up slightly. He grabbed the candy with his little hand, put it to the side of the boy's face, and gave it a big pop.
"Thank you, beautiful brother!"
After grabbing the candy, the little Taoist jumped from the stone bench to the ground and ran out of the courtyard with a bound, "Brother Wuchen, brother Wuchen, I saw a brother who is more beautiful than you!"
Wuchen was sitting cross-legged in the room, spinning a string of Buddhist beads between his fingers. Hearing the sound, he opened his eyes and saw a little kid rushing into his arms.
"Brother Wuchen, Qingling saw a brother who is even more handsome than you!"
Helplessness flashed across Wuchen's eyes, "Qingling, how many times have I told you that a man cannot be called beautiful."
"But brother Wuchen, you are a monk. To you, everything is just passing by. The same goes for being beautiful."
Qingling smiled and spoke.
Dust free...
"Brother Wuchen, let me take you to see my beautiful brother!"
Qingling hugged Wuchen's big palm with both hands, "Hurry, hurry up."
"..."
Wuchen rubbed his forehead: Sure enough, you have to pay a price for asking for help.
The price he paid was the little Taoist dumpling in front of him.
When Wuchen arrived, Yan Tao was playing Go with Qin Zong.
In the courtyard, the morning breeze was cool, and the boy and the young man were sitting opposite each other.
When it came time for the young man to hold the child, she took the white child, and her face, as handsome as a demon, was filled with a look of concentration.
I pondered for a long time and never made a move.
Qin Zong sat upright, with mist floating in the tea in his hand, feeling content and contented.
Wuchen raised his brows slightly and walked over.
Qingling held Wuchen's little finger and ran over with Xiao Suibu.
On the chess board on the stone table, the black and white pieces are clearly distinguishable.
The handsome monk lowered his head and took a look. The corner of his mouth twitched and his brows jumped. "Yantao, why don't you just play backgammon? Why are you so serious?"
He thought these two were Go masters, so he eagerly rushed over to take a look.
Actually...playing backgammon.
Master Yan kept his serious and calm attitude unchanged.
Wuchen was silent for a moment, "Yantao, what are you struggling for? You lost."
Yan Tao: "I'm still going to struggle for a while, shut up."
Wuchen silently rolled his eyes: The four of them are all connected together, and you will still die if you block one side.
Young Master Yan thought for three seconds and handed the chess piece to Qing Ling with a serious face, "This game is for you."
Wuchen...you still have no shame.