Shanhaijing monster edible guide

Zhou Qingyan stretched out his finger and poked lightly, the entire space in the painting seemed to ripple, and then everything in the painting became very slow, slowly, a leaf fluttered, slowly, a speck of dust Flutter up.

The space in the painting slowed down, and the space outside the painting was also affected and became slowed down. Only Mr. and Mr. Kun were not affected.Ripples in the air were slowly stirring, and Zhou Qingyan and Mr. Kun passed through the slowly stirring ripples.They walked out of Yingzhao's painting.

But they were not found.There are indeed monsters and humans out there.Zhou Qingyan and Mr. Kun came out from the painting. Everyone was slowly turning their heads and talking slowly. No one noticed that Mr. Jiuqing and Mr. Kun came out of the painting.

Surrounded by monsters and people outside the painting, the monsters are not too old, they look like three or four hundred years old, they are a hedgehog spirit, and the other one looks less than a thousand years old, an old raven spirit.There are also two young men, a man in the middle, who are exchanging something around the painting.

Zhou Qingyan sat on the table next to him and poured himself a cup of tea. The tea was very fragrant, and it was the latest Puer tea with small citrus. It doesn't suppress the aroma of tea leaves, so when mixed together, there is a faint smell of autumn sun.

The ripe and just right citrus, paired with fermented Pu'er, tastes really good.

So Zhou Qingyan also brewed a cup of small citrus Pu'er tea for Mr. Kun.

Then, Mr. snapped his fingers.

Both monsters and humans began to return to their normal state, and they began to chat.No one noticed Mr. Kun and Zhou Qingyan, as if they were in two spaces, which were the same, and Mr. Jiuqing and Mr. Kun could see the group of people and monsters opposite.The group of monsters and people couldn't see them.

The middle-aged man pointed to the painting: "Everyone, the ancestors of our Ma family said that there are treasures hidden in this painting, which has been passed down from generation to generation, but no one has seen what treasure is inside. Can't help us find the treasure inside?"

The old man stroked his beard and looked at the painting carefully: "This painting does have a mystery, let us take a closer look." The old man looked at the painting, walked back and forth in front of the painting twice, and then exclaimed : "Mr. Ma, there are indeed countless treasures in this painting. I have seen with my eyes that there are countless gold and silver mines, and there is also an emerald mine. Your ancestors really left you Inexhaustible treasure, Mr. Ma."

Mr. Ma quickly ran to the painting, with his hands open, he wanted to touch the painting, but he didn't dare to do it, for fear of hurting the painting. His eyes were full of fanaticism, and he hurriedly said to the old man and the hedgehog : "The Great Immortal hastened to open this painting, let us go in, it doesn't matter how much money it takes, even as long as we can get out the treasures in the painting, we are willing to give [-]% to the immortals."

One of Mr. Ma's sons was very dissatisfied when he heard him say this: "Father, what are you talking about? Isn't it okay to give them a few million? Why should we distribute it to them? This is the property left by our ancestors."

Mr. Ma glared at his son. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to share it with these two monsters, but even if there were really gold and silver in it, it would be useless if there was no way to get it out.

Listening to the conversation between them, Mr. Kun asked Mr.: "Sir, is Yingzhao their ancestor?" Moreover, there are no gold mountains, silver mountains, or emerald mines in Yingzhao's paintings.

Zhou Qingyan blew on the tea leaves in the cup, and carefully looked at all the people and monsters present: "It has nothing to do with Yingzhao. Yingzhao is public, and there is no way to have children."

Mr. Kun rolled his eyes. There is something wrong with his brain. Ying recruits can't have children, but Ying recruit can make others have children. Besides, Mr. Kun thought of Fenghuang. Fenghuang is also a male, but he has already given birth to three eggs. , the peacock and Garuda have grown into big birds.

The male can also give birth to cubs!

There is no mountain of gold and silver in the painting, and there is no emerald mine. Although there are many rare treasures in it, the old raven and the hedgehog are lying.

The old man carefully counted his fingers and said to Mr. Ma with narrowed eyes: "Mr. Ma, I think there is a treasure hidden in your home, and that treasure can open the second painting!"

Mr. Ma's fingers stopped. There is indeed such a treasure hidden in his home. According to his ancestors, this treasure is more precious than this painting, although Mr. Ma has not seen the mystery inside at all.

Mr. Ma thought for a while, and now he wants the gold mine, silver mine and emerald mine in this painting more.Mr. Ma said: "I would like to ask the two immortals to wait for a while."

Mr. Ma went out for a while and came back immediately. He was holding a box in his hand and opened the box to reveal a writing brush inside!

Zhou Qingyan said to Mr. Kun: "That brush looks familiar, it seems to be the one I lost,"

Mr. Kun didn't have any impression of this brush, so he replied: "I don't remember either."

Zhou Qingyan was sure that this writing brush was the one he had lost, but the husband couldn't remember where and when he lost it, but one day he suddenly found that the writing brush was missing.

When the old man and the hedgehog saw the brush in Mr. Ma's hand, they immediately grabbed the brush.The old man held the brush tightly in his arms, pointed at Mr. Ma and laughed: "The brush, the magic brush Ma Liang's brush, no matter what you draw, the brush can come true, and now it is in our hands."

Magic brush Ma Liang's brush?Who is the magic brush Ma Liang? Mr. Zhou didn't know who the magic brush Ma Liang was, so he looked at Mr. Kun.Mr. Kun rolled his eyes: "I don't know who the magic brush Ma Liang is."

The old raven and the hedgehog snatched the writing brush from Mr. Ma's hand and disappeared immediately, and then the flower of Yingzhao hanging on the wall was set on fire by some monster, and quickly turned into ashes.Mr. Ma held his heart and shouted: "My painting, my painting, hurry up, I have medicine in my pocket."

His two sons didn't care about the medicine in the pocket of Mr. Ma's clothes. They hurried towards the painting, but before they had time, the painting was reduced to ashes.

Mr. Kun and Mr. had just finished drinking a cup of tea, they stood up, and two unrelated spaces were immediately opened up.Mr. Ma clutched his heart and pointed at Mr. Kun and Zhou Qingyan who suddenly appeared, "People, monsters, monsters, yes, monsters."

But no one paid any attention to him, his two sons were busy rescuing the painting.Mr. Kun and Zhou Qingyan opened the door openly and walked out.

Yingzhao is not here, but the lost writing brush is found!Zhou Qingyan and Mr. Kun followed behind Old Raven and Hedgehog in a leisurely manner. These two monsters must have fought each other, so they found a crowded place to open the box to take a closer look and snatch it from Mr. Ma. Ma Liang's magic brush.

Sitting not far from the two monsters, Zhou Qingyan said in a low voice, "Who is Ma Liang, the magic brush, I don't even know?" There was a child sitting next to him, who was licking ice cream. Hand came: "I know, I know, I know the magic brush Ma Liang."

Mr. Zhou was shocked!Such a famous person, even a kid knows, but he doesn't know.

The little boy chuckled twice: "Then you have to go and buy me another ice cream."

Zhou Qingyan looked at the child up and down: "It's a good idea." There is no problem that the Demon Supervisor's Office Forum can't solve!

Zhou Qingyan inquired about the magic brush Ma Liang from the forum, and soon got a legendary story.Zhou Qingyan suddenly understood that his lost brush had created a mythical story in the world. Ma Liang is a somewhat powerful person, otherwise how could he use Yingzhao's brush to draw moving pictures? There is always a lot of exaggeration in the story. What can Ma Liang draw with Yingzhao's magical brush?

No one will know.Zhou Qingyan said to Mr. Kun: "Let's go find Yingzhao." Mr. Jiuqing took Mr. Kun from the table of Hedgehog Jing and Lao Qujing.

The old man and the hedgehog watched Ma Liang's magical brush for a while, and then carefully closed the box. The two ordered a whole fried chicken and a whole big seafood pizza.

When Mr. Jiuqing passed by the table of these two monsters, his hand moved towards the table, and the box containing the writing brush on the table disappeared, and then some fine dust fell from the fingertips of the male god.The brush turned to ashes between the male god's fingers.

When Mr. Kun passed by the tables of these two monsters, his hand also moved towards the table, and the whole box of fried chicken and seafood pizza on the table disappeared.The monster sitting at the table didn't notice it at all.

Mr. Kun went out with his husband, stood in the dark, and gave himself a piece of fried chicken, it tasted really good.Zhou Qingyan smelled the aroma, the chicken was full of the smell of accelerants and feed, the fat was not fresh, and there was no smell of peanut and melon seed oil, it simply did not arouse people's appetite.

Mr. Kun saw his husband staring at the fried chicken in his hand, rolled his eyes, opened his mouth and quickly poured the fried chicken into his mouth, spit out all the bones, and finished eating the fried chicken , Mr. Kun stuffed a piece of pizza into his mouth.

Only Mr. Kun has such a good appetite for any food.

Zhou Qingyan looked at the black sky, but couldn't find Yingzhao, so where is Yingzhao? On Zhou Qingyan's fingertips, the space created by Yingzhao in the world jumped out again, and the painting drawn in the world, Zhou Qingyan took a step forward, about to enter space.

Mr. Kun swallowed the pizza: "Sir, wait for me a moment, the fried chicken is too salty, I'm a little thirsty."