I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 112 Damn, He Pretended It (Please Subscribe~~)
"Tsk tsk, this gift from me is incredible!" Satisfied, Qin Yao took out a large gift box from under the cake cart and placed it in front of Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu didn't ask any more questions this time, and started directly, opened the gift box, and took out a painting scroll from it.

"Painting scroll? Is it the work of some master in the painting?"

"Even if it's not, it must be extraordinary. Don't forget, Mr. Qin is the leader of the young class."

……

Down below, the guests were whispering and discussing.

Uncle Jiu had roughly the same thoughts as the guests, so he turned the scroll to the crowd with his backhand and slowly unfolded it.

As the images in the painting gradually appeared, Uncle Jiu's expression suddenly became very strange, and a group of guests who were looking up their heads were even more stunned.

On the drawing paper, there was a tyrant-like figure in a black suit, with a cane in both hands, standing on the cracked ground, looking ahead, his eyes were fierce and sharp, and he was rushing towards his face Come, people dare not look directly.

The portrait is very tasteful, and the painting skills are very good, but the key is that that face is Qin Yao!

That is to say, this is a self-portrait of him! !
Uncle Jiu was unable to speak for a long time.

The guests were so confused that they couldn't tell the difference between east and west, north and south.

After a long time, they came back to their senses, wanted to laugh, but dared not laugh, their cheeks twitched.

Many people even pinched their thighs silently below!

"Qin Yao..."

The corner of Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched, he turned his head and asked, "What is this?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Qin Yao scratched his head and asked.

Uncle Jiu chuckled: "It's because it's too obvious, so I asked you."

"Master's laughter is a little penetrating!" Qiu Sheng pulled Wen Cai and whispered.

Wen Cai nodded: "Brother, this is trying to die! He is finished, we have to stay away from him recently."

Qiu Sheng thinks so.

"As you can see, this is my personal self-portrait. Although it is just a painting, it actually has three functions." Qin Yao said confidently.

"Which three functions?" Uncle Jiu took a breath silently and asked quietly.

Qin Yao opened his mouth and came: "The first major function is to ward off evil spirits. It is said that ghosts are afraid of evil people. In this painting, I am more fierce than evil people. If a little ghost sees it, he must be terrified and trembling.

The second major function is to look at things and think about others. If one day I am not in the Yizhuang, the master and brothers can look at the portraits to express their lovesickness when they miss me.

Let me tell you a little bit more, I think it’s fine to hang this picture scroll under the statue of Patriarch Sanmao when I go back, so my brothers can see it at any time..."

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu couldn't bear it anymore.

Put it under the statue of Patriarch Sanmao?
Do I need to beg you when I offer incense?apprentice!

"I have received your filial piety, and I am very pleased as a teacher. I will reward you for eating this cake, and you are not allowed to leave any of it." Uncle Jiu pointed to the small tower-like cake and said with a smile.

Qin Yao coughed dryly: "Master, this is at least [-] people. If each person has a small piece, it can even be divided into a hundred people."

"My apprentice can frighten ghosts and gods with just one portrait, so what's the problem with one portrait?" Uncle Jiu chuckled, waiting for Qin Yao to take the initiative to admit his mistake.

This bastard is getting more and more skinny, if he doesn't teach him a profound lesson, he will be designated to push his nose to the face in the future.

"The presents haven't been delivered yet? How can we divide the cake first?"

Qin Yao took his time and stretched his hand into the cake trolley covered by the red table curtain again. In front of everyone, he pulled out a long silver whisk with a black handle and shook it lightly, causing the golden light to flicker: "This is the cake cart for harmony." The dust whisk that comes with my portrait, everyone knows that the dust on the portrait can't be wiped clean with hands, and it can't be wiped with a damp cloth. Just brush off the dust..."

"Lingbao!"

With the golden light of the dust whisk in his hand, a group of Maoshan Taoist priests stood up, their eyes were either shocked, fiery, or dull, staring at the shaking three thousand silk threads.

For some reason, the original silver-white dust whisk threads gradually turned golden under the infusion of his mana, like soft golden threads.

"It's the gold and silver whisk, the magic weapon handed down by Maoshan's ancestor." Mao Shanming was only weak in strength, but his vision and knowledge far exceeded that of his fellow disciples, so he revealed the real name of the whisk.

The Taoist priests were in an uproar.

No matter what it is, once the word "patriarch" is used, the meaning will be different in an instant.

"Are you all right?" Qin Yao looked at the crowd with his whisk in his hand.

Damn, he pretended it!
For a while, everyone who understood what the magic weapon meant had this feeling in their hearts.

"Qin Yao, where did you get this whisk?" After a long time, Uncle Jiu, who was also stunned, gradually came back to his senses and asked with a strange expression.

He was basically sure that this guy definitely did it on purpose!
If such a valuable thing is given to him directly, even if it is a birthday present, he can still sternly refuse it.

But after going around such a big circle, if he doesn't accept it, Qin Yao can block him with a hundred words later.

Of course.

It is not ruled out that this guy takes the opportunity to do things and show off the possibility of manipulation.

The dignified Qin Shaoban can even do such a thing as sending a female ghost to the master, what else can't he do?
"Hey, aren't you focusing on the right thing?" Qin Yao avoided talking about how Fuchen got here, pointing to his own portrait and said, "That's the gift and the key point. This Fuchen is just a gift." Came to dust the picture."

A group of Taoist priests: "..."

This is a bit too much!

Show operation returns to show operation, you can't treat us all as fools!

Uncle Jiu was silent for a moment, then said, "I've accepted the portrait, you take Fuchen first."

Qin Yao shook his head resolutely, and put the whisk in front of him: "My portrait is extremely precious, there is only this one in the Three Realms, I have to use this whisk to dust it off, and changing it to anything else will lower the picture...cough Cough, style!"

Ninth Uncle: "..."

It was not what I expected.

"Brother, I don't think you want it that much, why don't you just give it to me. From now on, I will take this whisk and dust the portraits three times a day." Mao Shanming rubbed his hands vigorously and said.

Although he knew that this request was too much and the possibility of the other party agreeing was extremely low, he couldn't help it!

This is the world, not the underworld, not the heavenly palace, and the magic weapon is not a bad thing. If he can hold the gold and silver whisks in his palm, he will definitely be the third person in the outside world in the future, honoring his ancestors.

"How can Senior Brother Mao do this kind of rough work? I like cleaning the most. Senior Brother Lin, why don't you let me put away the dust whisk first?" A Taoist priest couldn't help shouting with a very itchy heart.

Mao Shanming was furious, and shouted: "Oh, do you want to show some face?"

"No more, I'm getting closer to you, brother." The Taoist priest laughed and said loudly.

Seeing that these two guys were about to scold in public, Uncle Nine suddenly became furious.

This is how the image of Maoshan Gaoren was pulled down.

Master scum!

(End of this chapter)