Chapter 1095 I am Yantao, not Yantao 9

  Qin Zong and Yan Tao casually mentioned two interesting things about his time when he lived here.

  The two sat down by the stone table, and Master Yan felt that there was something on the side of his calf.

  She cast her eyes down.

   bumped into Zhang's tender face.

  Yuxue’s lovely child combed a Taoist hair bun with a red bead dotted between his brows. He 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 wrinkled his brows in distress, pursed his mouth, and this time crawled over to her feet.

  Hugged Yantao's calf tightly, never letting go.

   Yan Tao...

   "Qingling, come here."

  Qin Zong yelled, slipped up the little Taoist priest with one hand and put her on the stone bench next to her, patted his little head incidentally.

   "Brother Qin Zong."

   Qingling laughed happily, shook her small face, "Hug."

  Ignoring the child’s request for a hug, Master Qin turned his handsome face slightly to the side, “Qingling is the grandson of Qingyang Guanzhu. His father didn’t have time to take her, so he put it in the observation.”

   "Hmm, it turned out to be like this."

  Master Yan smiled lightly, plain white slender fingers swayed in the air, and when they were spread out again, a piece of chocolate candy was lying on the palm.

  Qingling's **** and white eyes lit up slightly, and the little hand grabbed the candy, leaned on the young man's face, and slammed heavily.

   "Thank you beautiful brother!"

   Grabbing the candy, the little Taoist jumped from the stone bench to the ground, and ran outside the courtyard, "Brother Wuchen, Brother Wuchen, I saw a brother who is more beautiful than you!"

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

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

   Wuchen's eyes passed and wiped helplessly, "Qingling, how many times have I told you, men can't say beautiful."

   "But Brother Wuchen, you are a monk. For you, it's all too early. The same is true of being beautiful."

   Qingling smiled and said.

  Dust-free...

   "Brother Wuchen, I will take you to see beautiful brother!"

   Qingling embraced the dust-free palm with both hands, "Quick, go away."

  "……"

   Wuchen helped the forehead: Sure enough, asking for help is a price.

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

When there is no dust, Yan Tao is playing Go with Qin Zong.

  In the courtyard, the morning breeze is cool, and the young man sits opposite each other.

  When she arrived at the young man, she took the white son, and her handsome and demon-like face was full of condensed colors.

  Long contemplation, never settled.

  Qin Zongduan sat, his cup of tea floating in the mist, he was content.

Wuchen raised his brows lightly, and walked over.

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

  In the chess game on the stone table, the black and white are very distinct.

  The handsome and incomparable monk lowered his head to take a look, his mouth twitched, his brows rose, "Yan Tao, why don't you just play gomoku? What are you doing so serious?"

  He thought these two were masters of Go, so he rushed over to look at it timidly.

  Actually...I'm playing backgammon.

  Master Yan maintained a serious and calm posture.

   There was no dust, "Yantao, what are you struggling with? You lost."

  Yantao: "I will struggle for a while, shut up."

   Wuchen silently rolled his eyes: Everyone has four sons in one piece, so you still die if you block it.

  Master Yan thought for three seconds, then handed the chess piece to Qingling, with a serious face, "This game is for you."

  Dust-free...you have to be shameless.

  (End of this chapter)