blue shirt oath

Chapter 56 The Magical Use of the Brush
The Huxin Pavilion is located in the center of the West Lake, surrounded by water and mountains around the island.

People in the Huxin Pavilion feel like they are in a paradise.

At this time, the smell of meat came from this paradise. Following the smell of meat, a gazebo stood on its wings. Under the gazebo, an old man and two young people were grilling meat around the stove.

Song Guichen held the sauce in one hand and the wolf hair in the other, and smeared the dipping sauce on the golden-grilled chicken legs like writing with ink, and praised it all the time:

"I'm really a mediocre little barbecue genius!"

Du Qingshan echoed with a smile: "That's right, Xiaochen is really unique and unique when it comes to food."

The two happily roasted the meat, and Song Guichen handed a roasted chicken drumstick to Uncle Wu, who was beside him with a dark face and said nothing: "Uncle Wu, come here, this first piece of chicken drumsticks is a tribute to your old man."

Uncle Wu had a stern face, looking at his collection for a long time, and he was not even willing to use the good Xuancheng Zhuge's Sanzhuo brush, his heart ached!

Before he was willing to use it, Du Qingshan gave it to the little girl to use as a barbecue brush!

Really have a daughter-in-law, forget the master!
Uncle Wu silently turned his head away, turned his head at 45 degrees and looked up at the corner of the eaves of Yiran Pavilion.

Song Guichen smiled "hehe": "Uncle Wu, you really don't want it? Then I gave it to Du Qingshan?"

Said that he was pretending to pass the chicken legs to Du Qingshan, but was quickly stopped by Uncle Wu on the way:
"Who said Uncle Wu doesn't want it anymore! Uncle Wu's good chicken drumsticks made by Zhuge's Sanzhuo pen in Xuancheng can't be cheap for Du Zhaoyan, a brat!"

Du Qingshan laughed: "Uncle Wu, I'll give you a good brush and ink later, it's definitely better than your Sanzhuo brush." ​​He said again, "Uncle Wu, your altar of Hantan incense that has been treasured for a long time——"

Uncle Wu glanced at Du Qingshan:
"You boy, don't make an idea of ​​my jar of wine. The wine is brewed from high mountain cold lake water. Uncle Wu has been reluctant to drink it for so many years. How can it be used with this chicken?"

Song Guichen suddenly thought of something, and stuffed the seasoning and brush in his hand to Du Qingshan. Babaer looked at Uncle Wu, begging:
"Uncle Wu, teach me the disguise technique~"

"No!" Uncle Wu refused without thinking.

"why?"

"Uncle Wu's unique skills are passed on to men but not to women."

Uncle Wu chewed the meat, and looked at Du Qingshan meaningfully.

"You are sexist."

Uncle Wu ignored Song Guichen's complaints, ate the chicken legs contentedly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his mouth, leaned into Song Guichen's ear, and whispered:

"If you really want to learn, it's not impossible."

"Really?" Song Guichen was overjoyed, "What are the conditions?"

"Smart!" Uncle Wu wiped his fingers slowly, "Well, of course there are conditions."

Song Guichen hurriedly urged: "Stop going around in circles, tell me quickly, what's the condition?"

"Uncle Wu, I pass on the male but not the female, but some people don't have this rule."

Uncle Wu said that and looked at Du Qingshan who was tearing the chicken seriously.

Song Guichen suddenly realized: "I see, you mean that Du Qingshan can also use your disguise technique, so let me ask him to teach me, right?"

A suppressed muffled laugh came, Song Guichen turned his head to look at Du Qingshan puzzledly, Du Qingshan said seriously:

"Uncle Wu's disguise technique, I don't know it at all."

"That?"

Song Guichen turned to look at Uncle Wu suspiciously.

Uncle Wu said: "Stupid! Du boy learn first, he will teach you after he has learned!"

Song Guichen nodded in agreement: "That's a good idea, Du Qingshan, you—"

"I don't study."

Before Song Guichen could finish his sentence, Du Qingshan had already categorically refused.

"Uncle Wu, just give up, I won't learn the martial arts of the Wu clan."

"Even if it's for Miss Song, you don't want to learn?"

Du Qingshan smiled, and said to Song Guichen: "Uncle Wu doesn't have any rules about passing on males and not females. If you want to learn, pester him a few more times, and he will agree."

Song Guichen was confused: "What is the Wu clan?"

"Is this?" Du Qingshan put the torn chicken in front of Song Guichen, and said with a smile, "I'll tell you later."

Song Guichen wanted to ask him what the future would be, but he suddenly remembered that the last time he asked him what he planned to do in the future, he laughed and joked that he would just talk about marrying him, and the question that had already reached his throat was caught by Song Guichen. Swallowing it back, he lowered his head and prepared to eat the meat.

However, looking at the neatly arranged chicken in front of him, Song Guichen's cheeks flushed, and he was a little flustered. Even the chicken that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside didn't feel very fragrant.

Looking up, he saw that Du Qingshan was bringing another plate of meat to Uncle Wu, and he didn't seem to notice anything unusual about him. Song Guichen heaved a sigh of relief, ate something in a hurry, patted his cheek, and stood up.

"Talk, I'm a little hot, go over there and blow some air."

"Is it hot?" Uncle Wu said, "Uncle Wu said it, the weather is getting warmer day by day, and it's not suitable for barbecue. You don't believe me."

"Come on, Uncle Wu, you don't teach me martial arts. Apart from trees and water, there is no place for recreation in this place. Isn't it idle anyway?"

Song Guichen stopped Uncle Wu, lifted the corner of his clothes and ran out of Yiran Pavilion.

"This girl-"

Uncle Wu reprimanded, looking at Du Qingshan, he couldn't figure out what Du Xiaozi was thinking.

Xiaochen is a thin girl with no flesh on her body. Apart from cooking delicious food, she really has no other advantages. She has a sharp mouth and a bad temper. I don't know what Du Xiaozi likes in her.

"Uncle Wu, come here, I'll give you all the meat."

Du Qingshan happily turned all the meat in front of him, then put the dipping sauce and brush in front of Uncle Wu, and got up to leave.

Uncle Wu: "It's shameful to waste."

"So, Uncle Wu, you must not waste it."

"When can you let go of your prejudice against Wu's martial arts?"

Uncle Wu's question was so flat and without a trace of emotion, it seemed to be just a casual question.

With his hands behind his back, Du Qingshan looked at the lake, green trees outside the pavilion, and the rushing light green among the greenery everywhere, with a slight smile on his face:

"I think Xiaochen is pretty good. If you really want to find a successor, she should be very happy."

Uncle Wu snorted coldly: "She's good at cooking, but she's not good at practicing martial arts."

If Du Qingshan was not the only martial arts prodigy among so many people he had met, he wouldn't be so humble and begged him to learn his lifelong martial arts!

But this brat was so lofty that he refused him again and again.

"If I wanted to learn, I would have learned from you more than ten years ago." Du Qingshan said with a smile, "It is enough to be proficient in martial arts."

Uncle Wu glanced at Du Qingshan, you are only a few pounds, how dare you call him "proficient"?
When I came to the lake, I took a handful of lake water and poured it on my face. After a few gusts of wind blew against the lake, I felt much cooler.

Du Qingshan is too foul!
It's also grilling meat, why can he grill with the aura of an outsider? !

What's more, he didn't hurt himself today. Instead, he showed that kind of gentle and satisfied smile, and even tore up the chicken for himself!

Song Guichen looked up to the sky:
The sun rises in the east, yes.

　Today is really lively, there are a bunch of silver alliances, emmmmm, it seems that they don’t want money, good night :)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)