"Compared to the new scroll in your arms, it's a little worse, or in other words, it's a step too fast."

Yuan Huaimin became more and more confused after hearing this.

Wu Daozi laughed and said:

"Let's put it this way, in terms of power alone, for me personally, the new scroll in your arms is more powerful, and the giant Buddha is a little bit worse, but it is better than the fact that you can build a few more, distributed in the southeast, northwest, and guard the world of her pseudo-zhou.

, a giant Buddha can be as powerful as thousands of troops and horses, but it is not as convenient as the scroll in your arms, which can be carried all over the world. It is like the tripod sword in this world, but it is not as sharp as the tripod sword, and it is not as indestructible as the tripod sword.

Like all humans, we can be easily destroyed.

"However, speaking of it, this scroll could only be used south of the Yangtze River. Now, it has been left in the north for three hundred years. I have repainted it and it can be used in both the north and the south."

Yuan Huaimin pointed to the new scroll in his arms and asked curiously:

"Power? How powerful can this thing be?"

"Have you heard of the Cauldron Sword?"

"I heard that Qiu Niang said something about it."

Wu Daozi said calmly: "In a sense, it is actually a tripod sword. Viewed as a tripod sword, it has its magical powers, but its shortcomings are just mentioned, but there are many advantages. The two scholars who designed it

, the handwriting is ingenious."

Yuan Huaimin was surprised and couldn't help asking:

"What about the Big Buddha?"

"Well, I'll tell you a story, a story that spans a bit. It's a secret past that I only occasionally pieced together after traveling north and south for many years. That's about it."

"What story? What secret past events? Is it related to the two scholars you mentioned?"

Wu Daozi first raised two fingers, and then raised one finger.

He shook three fingers and said leisurely:

"Well, it's related to these two scholars. Oh, now, we have to add an old man who likes to paint Buddhist paintings. There are three people."

Yuan Huaimin asked weakly: "Could the latter one be you, sir?"

Wu Daozi smiled but did not answer, looked up at the unfinished Buddha Jataka painting, and continued to copy.

There was never an unfinished painting under his pen.

The same was true for the 1,379 Buddhist paintings that Long Shou originally went to Caotang Temple, and the same is true for the new Peach Blossom Spring in Yuan Huaimin's arms.

But while he was painting, the smiling old man did not forget to tell the story of "two scholars and an old man".

…

Dawn.

The quiet courtyard is a bit lively.

Pei Sanniang came with her maids to dress Zhao Qingxiu.

In front of the dressing table in the main room, Pei Shisanniang carefully painted Zhao Qingxiu's eyebrows.

Zhao Qingxiu closed her eyes and smiled.

Pei Shisanniang praised her for a while, but she was a little shy.

After a while, while chatting, he asked:

[By the way, madam, do you have any news about the Fang sisters? I haven’t seen them for a long time.]

"No, there seems to be something going on in their family recently."

The beautiful woman replied calmly.

Soon, seeing that Zhao Qingxiu's face was not suspicious, Pei Shisanniang changed the topic and talked about other things.

Maybe it was because she was in a good mood today, because Zhao Qingxiu couldn't stop smiling.

Not long after, Pei Shisanniang finished painting her eyebrows and left first.

"Xiu Niang will eat first. I will pick you up in the afternoon. If anything happens, tell the people guarding the door and they will sort it out."

"Uh-huh."

After Pei Shisanniang left, Zhao Qingxiu went to the kitchen to prepare a nourishing soup and noodles, planning to make them in the afternoon and take them over.

She returned to the house and took out a newly embroidered red sachet.

Zhao Qingxiu carefully took out a red lottery ticket.

It was the one Xie Lingjiang saw last time.

But at this moment, there was also "sister" written on the red paper.

Zhao Qingxiu heard this from Tan Lang. When he was talking, Sister Xie had said before that she had to call her sister to bring her tea and water.

But Zhao Qingxiu couldn't speak.

I can only write.

She was going to give this "Lottery King" that Tanlang had read to her, and she was going to give it to Sister Xie.

She knew that Sister Xie was actually very concerned about this sign after reading it.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and quietly stuffed the red stick into the small red sachet.

This is a gift for Sister Xie.

Zhen Shuyuan was given longevity noodles and Sanbai nourishing soup.

Zhao Qingxiu wrapped a white jade hairpin in red cloth.

This is intended for Ye Weilai.

She was just getting her haircut, so she never received a solemn gift as a gift.

Zhao Qingxiu checked it carefully and wrapped it one by one with the red cloth and gift box prepared by Pei Shisanniang.

These are what I need to bring to the birthday party in the evening.

After a lot of preparation, the time quickly came to the afternoon.

Zhao Qingxiu listened to the sound of the water drop timing and didn't know what time it was.

It seems that there is still sun, it must not be evening yet.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard outside.

"Ah!"

She responded immediately.

Zhao Qingxiu breathed a sigh of relief because Pei Shisanniang had made an appointment early. Fortunately, she was thorough and prepared everything early, otherwise Mrs. Pei would have to wait for a long time.

On weekdays, she would feel very guilty and apologetic if people were made to wait, so she would do everything in advance. Even after doing it in advance, she would just sit there and wait for the other person.

Zhao Qingxiu happily held a small bundle containing gifts and a well-prepared food box, smiled and hurried to the entrance of the hospital to greet Pei Sanniang.

She walked a little hastily and arrived at the outer courtyard.

When she got close to the courtyard door, she saw Pei Shisanniang pushing the door in without being polite to her as usual.

The person knocking on the door seemed to be waiting for Zhao Qingxiu to open the door.

She looked stunned for a moment and said "Ah" in confusion.

The courtyard door was finally pushed open by the person who knocked on the door. The voice of the person at the door made Zhao Qingxiu's delicate body tremble subconsciously.

"Why is Xiao Qi running so fast? He's in a hurry to go somewhere."

A woman in white clothes walked into the courtyard and sighed softly, as if there was nothing she could do about this adorable blind and mute junior sister. Her tone was gentle and helpless:

"You put down your things first and make some food for Senior Sister. Pasta is also fine. This city is really troublesome. I took some detours. Thanks to Mr. Wu's paintings, um, I'm a little hungry."
Chapter completed!