Medicinal Immortal

"Little brother, the sky is getting dark. How can you see the paintings clearly while you are there? Come over and have a cup of tea!" Qi Mufeng called while standing at the entrance of the hall.

Seeing this, Tangning walked back, and came to the hall with Qi Mufeng, listening to him chatting with the middle-aged man, while drinking tea with a teacup, she looked like an obedient person.

The old man prepared dinner, and the two ate with the middle-aged man. Seeing that they were still drinking, Tangning rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

"Hehehe, then I will let Lao Zhang take you to sleep first. I will have a good time with your elder brother, and then talk for a while." During the conversation, the middle-aged man looked at Qi Mufeng.

Seeing his opinion, Qi Mufeng, who wanted to refuse, smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll talk to him for a while."

Seeing this, Tangning responded, and followed the old man to the backyard guest room, and glanced back. In the front yard, the two were still drinking and chatting. The middle-aged man had an elegant smile on his face. It seems that he is an outsider who ignores the world and treats others in a cordial and easy-going manner. It is easy to make people feel good.

Of course, if it is not really what he looks like, then I don't know.

Anyway, even though Qi Mufeng is black in the Yintang, he hasn't seen any death. Obviously, he can't die even if there is anything, so let him toss it!

Following the old man to the backyard, seeing that he was carrying a lamp in his hand, illuminating the road ahead, Tangning asked, "Old man, is Mr. Painter the disciple who painted this morning?"

Hearing this, the old man did not respond, but led the way with the light in front.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Tang Ning continued, "I saw those paintings earlier, and there are a few scrolls with patterns on them that haven't been dried yet, as if they were just painted."

"The people of the fairy gate, the fluttering appearance in white is really beautiful, Mr. Painter paints really well, just like the real thing." While speaking, she looked around as if casually, and smiled: "The moon tonight Really bright."

The old man still didn't respond. He just took Tangning to a room, lit the lamp, and walked out.

Upon seeing this, Tangning lay down on the bed, but did not sleep, but was thinking about things. The house was full of weirdness. On the way to the guest room just now, she faintly noticed that several birds were parked in several places, seeming to be listening to her.

It was as if there were a pair of eyes staring at her, paying attention to her every move, and it could be said that he was paying attention to the old man's every move. If this were the case, then Qi Mufeng might not be able to return tonight.

There seemed to be no movement outside, she thought for a while, pulled up the quilt to cover it, and called out with divine consciousness: "Xiao Hei."

A crow flashed with a small light, appeared in the quilt, rubbed her face and stared at her.

"Xiao Hei, this house is full of weirdness, you are like this..."

She confessed with divine knowledge to keep it silent, so as not to be noticed, and quietly got up, sent it out from the rear window, let it stare, and watched the strangeness of this house.

In the front yard, Qi Mufeng thought about the bet with Tangning, and the thought of this house faintly made him feel that something was wrong. Even if the person in front of him was very easy-going and kind, he still made him vigilant and drank a few. After a glass of wine, he stood up and apologized: "Mr. Painting, I am a little too strong to drink, so I have to go back and rest."