Qin Zong and Yan Tao casually mentioned a few interesting things about his life here when he was young.

The two sat down at the stone table, and Young Master Yan felt something more on his calves.

She looked down at her.

It hit a pink and tender face.

Yuxue's cute child combed a Taoist priest's bun, with a little red beads on the edge of his eyebrows, and was lying under the table, tilting his head to look at her.

After looking at each other for a moment, Yan Tao stretched out his hand and pushed away the child's fleshy hand.

The little Taoist frowned in distress, pouted, and crawled towards her feet again this time.

Hold Yan Tao's calves tightly and never let go.

Yan Tao...

"Qingling, come here."

Qin Zong screamed, lifted the little Taoist priest with one hand and placed her on the stone bench next to him, and patted his little head.

"Brother Qin Zong."

Qingling smiled happily, shook her little face, "Hug."

Mr. Qin ignored the child's begging for hug, and his handsome face turned slightly, "Qingling is the grandson of the Qingyang Temple Master. His father didn't have time to take her, so he put it in the temple."

"Well, so that's the case."

Young Master Yan chuckled softly, and Subai's slender fingers swayed in the air. When he spread them out, a piece of chocolate candy lay flat on his palm.

Qingling's big eyes, which were clearly black and white, lit up slightly, grabbed the candy with his little hands, and leaned on the boy's side face, and gave him a heavy kiss.

"Thank you, beautiful brother!"

After catching the candy, the little Taoist priest jumped from the stone bench to the ground and jumped out of the courtyard, "Brother Wuchen, Brother Wuchen, I saw a brother who is more beautiful than you!"

Wu Chen was sitting cross-legged in the room, with a string of Buddhist beads turning between his fingers. He opened his eyes when he heard the sound and saw a little boy pounced on his arms.

"Brother Wuchen, Qingling saw a brother who is even better than you!"

Wuchen's eyes flashed with helplessness, "Qingling, I have told you many times, a man cannot say he is beautiful."

"But Brother Wuchen, you are a monk. To you, it's a passing cloud. It's the same as being pretty."

Qingling smiled and spoke.

Dust-free...

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

Qingling held Wuchen's big palm with both hands, "Hurry up, let's go."

“…”

Wuchen helped him with his forehead: Sure enough, asking for help is a price.

His price was the little Taoist priest in front of him.

When Wuchen arrived, Yan Tao was playing Go with Qin Zong.

In the courtyard, the morning breeze is slightly cool, and the boy sits opposite the young man.

When the young man held the boy, she took Bai Zi, and her handsome face was full of condensation.

I pondered for a long time, but never made any progress.

Qin Zong sat upright, with the fog floating on his hands, and was content with the tea.

Wuchen raised his eyebrows gently and walked over.

Qingling led Wuchen's little finger and ran over with Xiaozai.

In the chess game on the stone table, the two black and white characters are clearly divided.

The handsome monk lowered his head and glanced, his mouth twitched, and his brows jumped, "Yan Tao, just play Goji, why are you doing so serious?"

He thought these two were Go masters, so he ran over to see itchy.

Actually... playing Goji.

Young Master Yan maintained a serious and calm attitude.

Wuchen was silent, "Yan Tao, what are you struggling with death? You lost."

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

Wuchen rolled his eyes silently: Everyone has four sons, so you can still die if you block them.

Young Master Yan thought for three seconds and handed the chess piece to Qingling with a serious look, "I'll give this game to you."
Chapter completed!