Chapter 1095

Qin Zong and Yan Tao casually mentioned two interesting stories when he lived here when he was young.

They sat down at the stone table. Master Yan felt that there was something more beside his calf.

She looked down.

Hit a small pink face.

Yuxue's lovely child combed a Taoist bun with red beads in the middle of her eyebrows. She was lying under the table and looked up at her.

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

The little Taoist wrung his eyebrows in distress, tooted his mouth, and climbed to her feet again this time.

Hold Yan Tao's calf tightly and die.

Yan Tao

"Qingling, come here."

Qin Zong shouted, picked up the little Taoist with one hand, put her on the nearby stone bench and patted his little head.

"Brother Qin Zong."

Qingling smiled happily and shook his small face, "hug."

Lord Qin ignored the child's request and turned his face slightly aside. "Qingling is the grandson of the leader of Qingyang temple. His father didn't have time to take her, so he put her in the temple."

"Well, so it is."

Master Yan smiled gently. His slender white fingers shook in the air. When he spread them out again, there was a chocolate candy lying on his palm.

Qingling's big black-and-white eyes lit up slightly. His small hand grabbed the candy, leaned over the boy's side face and kissed heavily.

"Thank you, beautiful brother!"

Grabbed the candy, the little Taoist jumped from the stone stool to the ground and ran out of the yard, "brother Wuchen, brother Wuchen, I saw a brother more beautiful than you!"

Wuchen is sitting in the room, with a string of Buddha beads between his fingers. When he hears the sound, he opens his eyes and sees a baby swooping into his arms.

"Brother Wuchen, Qingling sees a better looking brother than you!"

The dust-free eyes skimmed and wiped helplessly, "Qingling, I told you how many times, men can't say beautiful."

"But brother Wuchen, you're a monk. It's all a thing of the past for you. So is beauty."

Qingling smiled and opened his mouth.

Dust free

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

Qingling held the dust-free palm with his two hands, "come on, let's go."

“……”

Wuchen helped the amount: sure enough, asking for someone has to pay a price.

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

When no dust arrives, Yan Tao is playing go with Qin Zong.

In the courtyard, the morning breeze was cool, and the youth sat opposite each other.

When she arrived at the young Zhizi, she took the white son. Her face was as beautiful as a demon.

After a long time of meditation, he never lost his son.

Qin zongduan sat with the tea in hand curling in the mist, happy and contented.

Dustless lightly raised his eyebrows and walked past.

Qingling took the dust-free little finger and ran over with small broken steps.

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

The handsome monk bowed his head and took a look. The corners of his mouth twitched and his eyebrows jumped. "Yan Tao, don't you just play Gobang? What are you doing so seriously?"

He thought they were masters of go and ran over to have a look.

Actually... Playing Gobang.

Master Yan kept a serious and calm attitude.

Dust-free silence, "Yantao, what are you dying for? You lost."

Yan Tao: "I have to struggle for a while. Shut up."

Dust-free silently turned a white eye: people are four children even one, you block one side and still die.

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

Dust free... You don't want to be ashamed.