The bustling and crowded Chang'an Antique Street is as busy as ever, and among the many small vendors, there is a stall set up with a simple folding table. Next to him stood a pole with a strip of cloth fluttering in the wind, which read.

"Fortune telling, marriage eight characters, today's good luck. Exploration of Feng Shui, disaster warding tools. ”

Generally speaking, it is decent, and the runes such as the Five Elements Bagua are also readily available, but the only thing that makes people feel strange is that the owner of this stall is too young, dressed in simple clothes, with a thin face, the word concentration in his eyes, holding a brush in his hand, and quickly drawing something on the table.

There are many people in this Chang'an antique street, but it does not mean that every stall will have customers constantly, most of the guests just stop to take a look and fresh their lives.

Next to the fortune-telling stall is an ordinary vendor who also looks decent, but the discerning eye can tell at a glance that it is an ordinary vendor selling handicraft-type utensils.

However, this boss is full of age than this fortune teller boss twice, and he is already a scumbag full of sighs, and his eyes are always looking at the tourists who come and go.

After a long time, he saw that he didn't have much business, so he asked the young man next to him.

"Xiao Zhang, what are you painting today?"

The pen in the young man's hand naturally stopped after a stroke, and then said: "It's nothing, it's just that today's professor said that he wanted to hand in a landscape painting, anyway, it's okay to be idle now, just use it to write homework." ”

"Oh?!" Surprise flashed in the boss's eyes, and he hurriedly got up from his stall and walked to the young man's side.

When I saw that the young man was really painting a landscape painting, I suddenly felt strange.

It stands to reason that holding a brush in his hand is generally to draw the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers handed down from Huaguo, and there should be no such reaction, which shows that young people should do nothing less thunderous on weekdays.

I saw that the young man pressed the landscape painting aside with a few smooth stones, and took out a piece of drawing paper again, which was also painted with a brush, but this time it was much more careful, different from the simple drawing just now, and a deep warmth flashed in his eyes.

When the boss saw that the young man had started painting again, he felt much more natural, and sat back in his seat.

The young man is sketching the outline of a woman stroke by stroke, but the face is not too craggy, but a little like the anime characters that can be seen everywhere on TV.

Petite, effeminate, and lovable.

If there are artists in the industry who see this exquisite technology, I am afraid they will also be ashamed.

The young man's name is Zhao Qing, and he is a freshman majoring in the Fine Arts Department of Chang'an University at a second-rate university not far away.

Nowadays, the profession of painting is no longer very popular, but Zhao Qing still chose this major, but Zhao Qing is not too surprising in the school, the only commendable thing is that every time he has a break, he will come to this antique street to set up a stall.

This pendulum has been on the table for half a year, and many people in the school also know what Zhao Qing has done. However, it is normal to earn some pocket money in his spare time, the only strange thing is that this Zhao Qing actually made money by watching fortune telling, which gave him the nickname of a god stick in school.

However, no one in the school has ever asked Zhao Qing for fortune telling, because no matter how you look at it, Zhao Qing is too young, and no matter how you look at it, he is not a qualified fortune teller.

But when Zhao Qing was focusing on his hobbies, a middle-aged man stopped in front of his stall, and the middle-aged man looked at Zhao Qing's stall without leaving a trace, and his eyes showed a trace of surprise, so he sat in front of Zhao Qing's stall without hesitation.

Zhao Qing obviously also noticed the arrival of the middle-aged man, but he just looked at it

No, no. You'd better be punished in peace, at least you won't lose your life. ”

In this way, the little bald head stretched out his hand to her ruthlessly, and suddenly there was a miserable cry from the empty ruins.

But fortunately, this place is a slum, and Gu Ji bought this large piece in order not to let others disturb her at the beginning. So no matter how loud she screams, no one will come to see her.

After a while, the enchanting Gu Ji had now turned into a seventy or eighty-year-old woman who collapsed to the ground. But the little bald head remained unmoved. He stared at it faintly for a moment and then turned to leave. I went back to the courtyard where I started to visit the boy I had just treated.

"This kid is really too naïve. "In the stupa of merit Zen cane Sister Lian quietly watched everything the little bald head did. At the moment when the little bald head does not pay attention. Flew out of the stupa.

"Naive boy, when I find my master, I will definitely come back again and kill you all. I saw Gu Ji, who was originally paralyzed on the ground, looking at the back of the little bald head with a hideous face.

"Really?"

Hearing this sudden voice, Gu Ji was frightened into a cold sweat, and when she turned her head to look, she saw a worn-out Zen staff flying in the air. That's what the voice just said came from.

"I knew that you demons usually have a backstage, although it will be cheaper for you to die like this now. But my little master's cultivation is still too weak now. In order to protect him, you better die first. ”

As she spoke, Sister Lian landed from the sky and smashed straight into Gu Ji's Heavenly Spirit Gai. In this way, the big devil Gu Ji died under Sister Lian's Zen staff.

"Young and ignorant. ”

Sister Lian said it with contempt, as if she was talking about Gu Ji and seemed to be talking about the little bald head.

After that, the corpse was destroyed, and in order not to be suspicious by the little bald head, Sister Lian began to work hard again. After doing this, Sister Lian also felt very tired, so she flew back to the pagoda without doing anything else.

At the same time, the little bald head didn't know what Sister Lian had done, and he still walked slowly to the original residence.

When he walked into that yard again, he found out. The yard, which was originally full of warmth, has become unrecognizable at this time. Only the boy inside was still lying quietly in the medicinal bath and sleeping.

"It's still your kid's luck, it's like the tiring battle I just had outside. Seeing the young man enjoying himself like this, lying on his stomach in the medicinal bath, the little bald head was angry.

"It seems that the reward for this mission is in vain, I really didn't expect the first mission to be so unsmooth. The little bald head remembered that he was here to take on tasks to make money, and now he found that the employer was actually a demon cultivator. You don't have to think about it to know, it's in the soup.