OBS Chapter 1136 Blackback Lao 6's Apprentice 19
Chapter 1136 Blackback Lao 6's Apprentice 19
When Zhang Qilin is out there, he has a heavy idol image.
It's all serious and innocent destruction.
Being with the old lama is like letting my nature run wild. After all, I am a member of the Zhang family.
Because not all members of the Zhang family are blood relatives.
These ordinary members of the Zhang family will also grow old.
They are responsible for making money or being stationed in certain places.
Then there's the waiting.
That’s right, they just waited patiently.
Zhang Xiaoshu: …
Our Zhang family is really rich.
Other people’s gold mountains are fake, but Zhang’s gold mountain is real. No one really uses it, they just save money in it.
This spirit is truly amazing.
They really treat money as dirt.
Even the black bear had no idea about the gold.
Whatever he wants, a mute will give it to him.
This is the family's accumulation of thousands of years, and he knows it clearly.
Of course, if the mute insists on giving it, the blind man will still accept it. He can't let the mute down.
This mountain of gold really can't be moved, so it's better to leave it here.
The Zhang family is really rich.
It's just money.
Those antiques are from various dynasties and are not burial objects. They can only be said to be daily necessities of the Zhang family.
They are all well preserved.
Otherwise the blind man wouldn't be so generous.
Now, he has really become a golden dragon.
Jiang Xiaoyu was soaking in the hot spring, well, soaking in the mountain of gold. He thought that when they all died, he would empty out all the gold here.
It is better to give him a discount than to give others a discount.
As expected, he is really smart. What if he can travel through time?
Zhang Xiaoshu didn’t know what Xiaoyu was thinking. He just remembered that Xiaoyu wanted to eat roasted lamb, so he went out to take care of it first.
Someone will deliver the food later.
They've already paid.
By the time the clan leader and the others came out, Zhang Xiaoshu's roasted lamb was ready.
He is dividing it.
The old lama ate roasted lamb and thought the Zhang family was a good family.
The little lama and everyone in the lama temple ate it.
After all, they were also severely harmed.
This barbecue marinade is made with black bear.
That guy knows best how to eat beef and mutton.
There is also mutton hotpot and lamb hotpot.
Zhang Xiaoshu made sure each of the four of them had a pot.
The old lama didn't eat as much as they did. He looked at the appetite of the four of them, and then at the appetite of Xiao Zhang at the other table.
I can’t afford it, I really can’t.
If they hadn't brought their own food, the Lama Temple would have gone bankrupt from eating them out.
Then they all had to open their mouths wide to drink the northwest wind at the door of the Lama Temple, or dig wild vegetables and eat snow.
Eat leaves.
Jiang Xiaoyu: …
Not really.
The old lama thought they would leave soon, after all, the two dumplings came to pick them up.
These four dumplings and their little dumplings should get out of here as soon as possible.
It’s better not to come here in the future.
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The old lama chattered a lot and just about packed their luggage and let them go.
Zhang Qilin tilted his head. They didn’t say they were leaving.
Just now they were discussing staying here for a few more years.
Just ask Zhaxi to send more food, and they will give money, a lot of money.
Zhaxi: They are all distinguished guests.
Lots of money, little work, and the only thing they do right at home is climbing mountains. They climb mountains every day.
They love delivering supplies.
They love to work.
Work for two years and then buy a car and a house.
Old Lama: . . . .
He turned around and left angrily.
Be sure to set off firecrackers after they leave.
Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaoshu heard that the old lama was very good at painting, so he asked him to paint for everyone who came to their Zhang family.
Of course they will take the paintings away.
The old lama looked at Xiao Zhang on his left and right, thinking he was the supervisor.
So many people want him to paint, are they trying to tire him to death?
He doesn't paint, he protests.
Then he was suppressed by Zhang Qilin.
The patriarch doesn’t want the stars in the sky, so you can’t just draw them when I ask you to.
"I'm with the blind man."
"Little fish and little tree."
"And us Xiao Zhangs."
A group of people were talking to each other and started to get angry at the old lama.
Each one must look good.
Everyone wore bright red Tibetan robes. Some wanted both. They wanted to have Tibetan robes and Lama robes painted on them, and they wanted colorful thangkas.
That one looks good.
Old Lama: . . . .
The old lama looked at the group of Zhang family members in front of him who were staring at him eagerly, and felt that the prayer wheel in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.
He wanted to chant scriptures, practice meditation, and stare at the sacred mountain, instead of painting a family portrait for these living ancestors!
"Paint... paint everything?" The old lama's voice was a little trembling, and his eyes swept over the group of people in front of him.
"I want to draw them all." Zhang Qilin's words were concise and to the point, his tone was calm, but it carried unquestionable authority.
This was the first time he exercised his rights as patriarch.
He even added, "It's nice to look at."
He wants to be seen by the blind man.
Everyone wants to look good.
"Yes, yes, it has to look good!" Jiang Xiaoyu immediately responded, fearing that the old lama might not understand it well.
“Something colorful and shiny.
The clan leader and the blind man should be painted majestically, Xiaoshu and I should be painted elegantly, and Xiao Zhang and the others should be painted energetically!
After all, none of them are ugly.
You can't make them ugly when they are so good-looking.
Hei Xiazi nodded with a smile, adding fuel to the fire: "Old Lama, you see, your clan leader rarely makes requests.
"You're just working hard? We'll provide you with enough materials, the best pigments, and as much gold powder as you want!"
There are minerals and everything else, and these are what the Zhang family has the most.
The old lama's eyes went dark.
This is not just painting, this is going to kill him!
"Dear guest! I am old and lack energy..."
The old lama tried to struggle.
Zhang Xiaoshu stepped forward silently, his eyes sincere. "Old Lama, don't worry about painting. We will help you with grinding the paint and stretching the canvas. Just paint."
The other Xiao Zhang also tacitly blocked the other direction the old lama might escape, with the same serious expression on his face as Zhang Xiaoshu's.
Old Lama: “…”
He knew that the Zhang family were all bad guys!
Zhang Qilin just looked at him quietly. There was no urging in his clear and deep eyes, but the old lama understood: You can definitely do this little thing.
"Ugh……"
The old lama sighed long and resignedly, feeling that his spiritual realm had been shattered in front of this group of Zhang family members.
The next day, he picked up the paintbrush tremblingly and looked at the Zhang family members sitting in a row in front of him, waiting for his "creation".
Draw them, finish them quickly, and send them away quickly.
"Come one by one! Line up!"
The old lama shouted angrily, trying to regain some dignity. "Let's start with the patriarch and this distinguished guest!"
He pointed at Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi.
"The others will come tomorrow."
He's not an octopus.
Jiang Xiaoyu immediately raised his hand: "Old Lama! Can Xiaoshu and I also draw a couple?"
He was already imagining himself wearing a gorgeous Lama robe and sitting on a snowy mountain, looking wise and powerful.
Zhang Xiaoshu nodded repeatedly, indicating that he fully supported Xiaoyu's idea.
He can't be separated from the little fish, even in a painting.
The old lama had no choice but to agree.
He took a deep breath, resignedly dipped the paint that Xiao Zhang beside him had diligently ground, and began to outline the huge canvas.
The painting depicts Zhang Qilin's tall and stern silhouette and Hei Xiazi's cynical smile.
Zhang Qilin was very satisfied.
They stayed in the mountains like this for several years.
The purity of the snow-capped mountains isolates the outside world from disturbances, and time seems to become sticky and slow under the golden roof and prayer flags of the Lama Temple.
Zhang Qilin dealt with the troubles left by Kangba Village, and like a stone repeatedly washed by mountain springs, the tension in his body disappeared.
When they came out, Jiumen had undergone great changes.
The old lama watched the Zhang family leave. If conditions had allowed it and he was afraid of avalanches, he would have definitely set off huge fireworks and firecrackers.
He no longer wanted to paint.