After hearing Old Man Qian's words, I thought about it. It was not convenient for outsiders to come here, and I didn't want to expose this place to others, so I said to him:

"Mr. Qian, you don't have to send a driver to pick us up. We can just take a taxi by yourself. It's probably noon until you can, so don't worry. We have agreed to you a long time ago. We won't let you go, we will definitely be able to rush over today."

However, the old man of money seemed to be skeptical about my words because of the last incident. He had to let the driver drive to pick us up no matter what he said.

There was no choice but to tell him the name of a small county town nearby.

Old Man Qian immediately said that he would let the driver drive over.

After setting the location at a station in the small county town, I hung up the phone, and I immediately turned around and knocked on the door and walked into my master's room again.

"Master, I have something to do at the moment. Can I go down the mountain?" I asked.

The master put down the book in his hand and asked me:

"What's the matter?"

"Helping a businessman deal with his daughter's affairs has something to do with the dead." I told the master everything about the actual situation.

The master looked at me, and gradually, a very strange look appeared in his eyes:

"The businessman's daughter? You kid are not in love, right?"

I immediately waved my hand and vetoed:

"No, Master, where do you want to go? I have never seen his daughter before."

"So you plan to go down the mountain to meet today?" Master asked back to me as I said.

Come on, the more you draw it, the darker it gets.

I was about to explain, but my master then told me:

"Wang Cheng, although feelings are your own private affairs, I have no right to interfere. But as your master, I still need to remind you that you have now formed a spiritual contract with your sister Qimeng's unjust soul, which means you are a married man. You'd better be a little sensible about these men and women, otherwise if you accidentally get fire in the harem, you're not an ordinary trouble. Maybe your sister will take you away in anger."

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely not do anything out of the ordinary. I will deal with this matter now just to make money." I said bluntly.

"Okay, you go down the mountain. By the way, bring this with you." The master said, and took out a small black bottle from under the table and threw it to me.

I took it and looked at Xiao Pingzi and asked:

"Master, what is in this bottle?"

"Ink, when you use dry soil to open your eyes but find something you can't see, you might as well try it. Also, when you go down the mountain, take your Taoist friend down with you. Sometimes I have a headache when I see him." The master said as he picked up the book and continued reading.

"Okay, Master, thank you." I said and walked out of the room and gently helped Master close the door.

When I walked out of the room, I called Taoist Shangyangwei and asked him to prepare and go down the mountain immediately.

As for Qimeng, I plan to let her take the tiger to stay with my master. This place is very hidden, and with the master here, her safety is guaranteed, so I don’t have to worry at all.

After packing up my things, I carried my backpack on my backpack, and bid farewell to Qimeng. Taoist Yangwei and I walked down the path toward the mountain.

Along the way, Taoist Yangwei was like the wild horse that had just returned to the grassland, singing continuously along the way:

"Are I waiting for a girl or waiting for the sea of ​​suffering? A love that is silently irrigated by no one cares about the fallen flowers and blooming. The love that cannot be confirmed sways from side to side, so I have to stuff my sadness into my heart..."

His voice was singing along the way, and the birds on the trees on the roadside flew away one after another.

I was also very excited by his howling voice. He sang more and more vigorously. My head started to get overwhelmed and then it hurt.

So I rubbed my temples, then waved my hand to interrupt Taoist Yangwei's singing, pulling him back from the world of intoxicated by his own singing.

"Stop, Taoist Yangwei, you've been singing all the way, don't you feel tired!"

Taoist Yangwei stopped singing and said to me:

"What's so tiring about singing? Brother Wang Cheng, let me tell you the truth. It's not that I'm talking big with you here. If I hadn't been delayed by being a Taoist priest, I would have become a popular singer now. That status and identity are basically the same as Zhang Yu and Tai Zhengxiao."

"You can't help but you're a Taoist priest. If you went to sing, you would have been smashed to death by someone. People sing like an oriole, but you're good at singing, just like a wolf dog with a tail stomped on it, screaming, and my ears hurt by listening to you." I found that the Taoist priest Yangwei was becoming increasingly unable to recognize himself. If he didn't say any bad words, he would probably be able to float to the sky, so he had to hurry up and let him wake up.

Who knew that Taoist Yango had his own set of fallacies:

"Wang Cheng, this is your unprofessionality, and your artistic cells are not active enough. Look at the valuable paintings now, those millions and tens of millions of paintings, what are the paintings that are all messy, but do they just understand it? Compared to those that are good and realistic, they are like photos, but they are not valuable at all. Why is this? This is art, you don't understand it now."

"It's great, don't waste the word art here." I gave Taoist Yangwei a blank look.

"Why are you brothers like this? If you don't support me, you'll keep hitting me. Now I can't collide and communicate with people like you who have no artistic cells in your heart! How can the sparrow know the ambition of a swan?!" Taoist Yangwei was still angry as he said this.

"Okay, okay, I don't understand. I am not as good as yours. I am a sparrow, you are a swan, okay." I was also helpless by Taoist Yangwei. It's really appropriate to describe him without being righteous.

But after quarreling with him along the way, time passed quickly, and before we knew it, we walked down the mountain.

We rushed to the station we had agreed on in advance and looked around. We didn't find any private cars. I guess Mr. Qian's driver hadn't arrived yet.

We waited for about ten minutes before we saw a black Mercedes-Benz car driving in from the gate of the station and heading straight towards Taoist Yangwei and me.

The car stopped aside and walked out of the co-pilot. I looked closely and found that it was really a narrow road for enemies. The one who came to pick us up was the Butler An of Old Man Qian's house.

Before, he had been sarcastic about me, Taoist Yangwei.

"Yeah, I think who is here? Isn't this a watchdog?" Taoist Yangwei had such a temper. Seeing people he disliked, especially those who had a holiday, he spoke up and said the ugly words.

It was too late to stop him.

After hearing the words of Taoist Yangwei, Butler An knew that the person he was scolding was himself. His face changed slightly, but he still walked over with a smile without a smile. He looked at us bowing slightly and said:

"Two guys, I've been waiting for a long time. Mr. Qian asked me to come and pick you up. It's hot outside, so don't stand up, get in the car."

I was about to get on the car, but Taoist Yangwei, who was standing behind me, grabbed me. He looked at Butler An and continued:

"Why are you so embarrassed to pick us up? At the beginning, you looked down on us two brothers the most, and you said the most ugly words in front of us. I told you if your face is made of tank skin, why is it so thick? Is your boss Qian shortage of people recently? I have to ask you to pick you up."

Butler An stared at Taoist Yangwei, his stiff smirk faded from his face, and his face slowly darkened:
Chapter completed!